Chapter 5: The Scariest Part of the Game is Just the Rookie Village (Part Five)

Wang Xiaoyan and Feng You were utterly exhausted.

Throughout their journey, they had suffered from the depletion of physical strength and mental stress. Upon locking the door shut, they immediately sat down on the floor without a word to each other.

Neither could have imagined that merely coming for a medical checkup would plunge them into such an unpredictable predicament.

“Feng You, I’m scared,” Wang Xiaoyan murmured softly.

Feng You silently embraced her.

This embrace was very warm; Wang Xiaoyan trembled slightly.

Then, with a fruit knife, she stabbed it right into Feng You’s chest.

Feng You couldn’t see Wang Xiaoyan’s expression—where was even a hint of fear? Instead, her face was filled with savagery and venomous resentment.

Feng You collapsed.

For a brief moment, her gaze just happened to meet Shen Lian’s, who stood behind the chair.

Shen Lian felt a sense of familiarity.

He seemed to have seen eyes like these somewhere before.

He recalled the corpse at the hospital entrance—the one whose smile reminded him of Plants vs. Zombies.

His pupils did not dilate but rather constricted as he had once aimlessly analyzed whether this person had died from morphine or heroin poisoning, or perhaps organic phosphorus pesticide toxicity.

This girl named Feng You had long been dead, far earlier than when another girl slit her throat!

Wang Xiaoyan grabbed Feng You’s hair, pulling vigorously at it.

Her hair was truly beautiful. Even though it had become somewhat disheveled from running, it remained jet black and glossy, usually resembling fine brocade of the highest quality.

The fruit knife slid towards Feng You’s eyes.

Her eyes were truly lovely. The corners curved upwards gracefully, shimmering with a watery radiance, clear yet uncommonly elegant.

The fruit knife pierced in, forcefully stirring back and forth.

Wang Xiaoyan muttered repeatedly, “I’ll teach you a lesson about beauty—I’ll show you what true beauty is…”

As if still unsatisfied, she stood up and placed one foot on Feng You’s face.

Her small leather shoe with its rounded toe and heel pressed down again and again.

Shen Lian never would have imagined that an ordinary high school girl could possess such great strength.

Wang Xiaoyan smiled.

“Now you’re not as pretty as me anymore.”

Then her expression suddenly darkened.

She recalled Feng You’s smile, gentle like spring mountains—a warmth she herself couldn’t match. Her own grin paled in comparison to Feng You’s loveliness.

Once more, her foot descended upon the face beneath her.

“I’ll teach you a lesson about beauty—I’ll show you what true beauty is!”

“I’ll teach you—”

Her voice gradually faded away. Then, as if possessed by an entirely different person, she covered her mouth, staring at Feng You’s corpse underfoot with shocked horror.

“Ahh!” Wang Xiaoyan let out a piercing scream, her voice shrill and high-pitched.

She began covering her face, breaking down into uncontrollable sobs.

“It wasn’t me who killed her, it wasn’t me who killed her… I was just a bit envious of you. How could I possibly kill someone…”

Shen Lian realized something.

Then he saw the girl, still sobbing heavily, abruptly remove her hand from her face. She wiped away her tears with her sleeve, slowly lowered her head, and met his gaze!

Upon closer inspection, her pupils were contracted.

Wang Xiaoyan looked at Shen Lian, revealing a smile—a very beautiful one.

Like spring mountains, gentle and soft.

Then she turned around, clad in her red-and-white striped school uniform, wearing small leather shoes with bow ties on their rounded toes, and slowly walked out of this room, leaving behind a corpse whose features were utterly unrecognizable, as if some farmer had stepped on a Nongfu Spring bottle until it deformed beyond recognition.

Oh, and also left behind was a trail of blood footprints.

Only after confirming she had gone far enough did Shen Lian remember to close the large door to the MRI room.

Now he could clarify many things.

For instance, he understood why he would want to throw aside the saw and offer his neck for execution.

His desires had been amplified; everyone’s desires had been amplified.

In truth, there were signs of this all along.

From his desire to perform when entering the outpatient hall earlier, to his occasional urge to complain about various matters—

Especially prominent among them was his deepest suicidal inclination.

The Kill-Mate youth was still peering at the white-collared woman in the outpatient hall; his lust had been amplified.

As for the girl who just killed her companion, her inner jealousy and brutality had also been magnified.

They might have been very close friends, or perhaps once were—just ordinary schoolmates who commuted together, used the restroom together, and wished each other well with hopes of happiness.

But what killed them—was it an unknown terror, or the inherent wickedness of human nature?

As for the whereabouts of that “ghost,” he could roughly deduce some of its movements as well.

The first time he encountered the ghost was at the entrance to the hospital ward. Then the ghost killed someone and entered the outpatient hall using that person’s identity. At that moment, when they heard “there’s a ghost,” the two high school girls unconsciously separated their linked hands. Back then, this girl named Feng You was still normal.

Later, everyone scattered randomly. At some point, the ghost killed Feng You and took her place. Her companion, driven by jealousy, “killed” her again before being replaced by “her.”

In other words, among those thirteen people, at least three have now died.

On another side, Zheng Qing sat in the monitoring room, observing from afar as the white-collared woman on the first-floor corridor first used pepper spray against the Kill-Mate youth, then a stun baton, and finally struck him squarely on the forehead with a metal pipe.

“At least three people have died…” Zheng Qing murmured softly.