"As expected, A-wing is indeed a safe exploration area, but only for a limited time. If you stay too long, all the patients on the third and fourth floors will break through their doors. Without this limitation, you could simply stay in A-wing and wait until morning to leave through the main gate," Chen Shang analyzed as he made his way out of the corridor.
"According to the schedule, I'm supposed to patrol B-wing at 2:00 a.m. If I'm still in A-wing by then, the patients from the third and fourth floors will likely flood out. I'd better hurry," he said, heading toward the back exit of A-wing.
As Chen Shang passed by the registration desk, he casually glanced inside. One look made him sigh.
Even with just a glance, he could confirm that the registration desk was now empty—Nurse Zhang's body, which had been lying on the floor, had vanished.
"Nurse Zhang, you keep giving me surprises. One day, I'll make sure to return the favor. After all, it's only right to repay kindness with kindness," Chen Shang mused.
[Oh? The streamer's growing a conscience? What kind of surprise are you planning to give Nurse Zhang?]
[A multi-billion-dollar business deal?]
[Something's not right with you!]
[Wait, are you the same person who earlier joked about 'taking advantage while she's warm'? What a weird taste.]
Although Chen Shang briefly considered searching the registration desk for clues, time was pressing. The banging from upstairs was growing louder, and soon the patients would break through their doors and come after him.
Plus, the quick glance convinced him that there was nothing left at the desk, so he chose to leave A-wing through the back door.
Beyond A-wing stood B-wing, another four-story building. However, unlike A-wing's pristine white walls, B-wing's exterior was cracked and dilapidated, with patches of missing plaster exposing the bricks beneath.
It was also clear from the outside that B-wing's electrical systems were in poor condition. While A-wing was brightly lit, B-wing's windows emitted only faint, flickering lights.
Despite the eerie atmosphere, Chen Shang calmly proceeded toward B-wing's entrance.
The rusty iron door was partly open. Chen Shang stepped through and entered the building.
Inside, the layout was identical to A-wing—registration desk on the left, corridor on the right—but the lighting was far dimmer, only about a tenth as bright as A-wing. The place was littered with trash and debris, giving it a chaotic, abandoned feel.
Chen Shang first headed toward the registration desk. This time, no pale face appeared; there was only a thick layer of dust and cobwebs in the corners. Judging by the state of things, it seemed B-wing had been abandoned for quite some time.
Flipping over the desk, Chen Shang found a pile of disorganized papers. He picked up a few and shook off the dust.
One of the medical records read:
Patient 1: Severe schizophrenia. Primary personality has been suppressed or eliminated by secondary personality. Currently hosts one high-risk antisocial personality, one manic personality, and one depressive personality. Extremely dangerous. Avoid contact, conversation, or even eye contact.
Another read:
Patient 3: Severe delusional disorder with cognitive impairment. Frequently claims to see non-existent ghosts and cannot distinguish between living people and these so-called ghosts. Once brutally killed a fellow patient, claiming to have 'freed their soul.' Extremely dangerous. Avoid contact, conversation, or even eye contact.
Chen Shang found about a dozen similar records, all documenting extremely dangerous psychiatric patients. He also noticed that a few of the records were marked with a blood-red letter "C."
He divided the records into two categories. The first category included ordinary patients, likely the ones he would encounter in B-wing. The second category contained descriptions that were, quite frankly, absurd. Every record in this second group was marked with the red "C," indicating that these patients had been transferred to C-wing.
Chen Shang frowned as he looked over the pile of records.
The patients in B-wing were dangerous, yes, but they were still human—at least technically. Even those with superhuman strength wouldn't pose much of a threat to Chen Shang, given that he was a vampire with stats far beyond the human norm.
However, the patients transferred to C-wing were something else entirely. The descriptions in their files could only be called absurd.
How absurd? Here's an example:
Patient 7: Severe cognitive distortion. Loves blood, dismemberment, and the screams of humans. As a child, bent spoons with telekinesis. Hid this ability for years until recently, when they suddenly lashed out, killing seventeen doctors and nurses, as well as thirteen fellow patients. Surveillance footage shows that anyone entering Patient 7's field of vision would be suspended in the air by telekinesis and have their limbs torn off one by one, tortured to their last breath. Maximum simultaneous control: 9 people.
Another:
Patient 17: Extreme paranoid delusions. Believes that all living beings are trying to harm them. Can influence or control others' minds through unknown means. Attempts to isolate them using glass, metal, and lead shielding have been unsuccessful. Once manipulated twenty people into killing each other. All victims died.
Holding Patient 17's file, Chen Shang smirked. If he ever met this guy, he'd have to introduce him to Su Qiluo. Then she'd know what real paranoia looked like!
And C-wing had twelve such patients. Ridiculous.
In terms of combat power, these patients were on par with the first-form giant wolf from Chen Shang's previous live stream.
[Twelve bosses in C-wing? What kind of madness is this?]
[Each one of these twelve could wipe the floor with the streamer. How's he gonna survive?]
[Doesn't it feel like this streamer's broadcasts are way too hard? Even his beginner streams are tougher than other people's full-on challenges.]
[Streamer: That's too easy. I'm out.]
Chen Shang, unaware of the chat speculating about the absurd difficulty of his streams, tucked the files away and climbed over the registration desk.
"C-wing must have some way to control these supernatural patients, probably through the building's electrical system. Otherwise, sending an ordinary security guard to patrol a place where just looking at someone could kill you is beyond cruel. The schedule even highlights that I only need to check the power system in C-wing."
"Now that all the standard solutions are on the table, there are about a dozen ways to clear this stream."
[Wait, what? A dozen solutions?]
[Is this streamer serious?]
[Streamer: Stand back, I'm about to flex my IQ!]
[Is this guy actually a genius?]
Unaware of the chat, Chen Shang continued.
"Let's go over a few of the more likely successful strategies. The first is straightforward: just do my job. Explore B-wing, then head to C-wing to check the power. If the power system is intact, I'll finish my shift. But if the power fails, it's game over."
"Second option: wait it out until morning. Return to A-wing and wait for daylight. Even if the patients break out, they're not too strong. The risk here is that we don't know Nurse Zhang's full abilities. If she turns out to be the mastermind, I'm done for."
"Alternatively, I could wait in B-wing. This might actually be the safest method. The patients here are tough, but manageable. As for the spider boy on the fourth floor, I've gathered enough intel to deal with him."
"And lastly, I could try to escape during the night. If I survive the encounter with the Jason-like killer described in the hints, that's another win."
[Wow, wow, wow. Other streamers are lucky to find one solution. Ours has options!]
[666666]
[Here come the mindless '6' spammers again.]
[I'm joining the mindless '6' gang. 66666.]
[So we're just going to wait it out in B-wing, right?]
"However..." Chen Shang suddenly changed his tone.
"The safest option is never the highest-rated solution. And you all know, safety isn't what I'm after."
A crazed grin spread across Chen Shang's face, echoing the wild laughter from his previous stream.
"So, dear viewers, follow me as we continue to pursue the perfect solution for this broadcast."
With that, Chen Shang turned and headed down the corridor to the right.
[This streamer is definitely insane.]
[I still remember him laughing like that when he opened the coffin in the last stream.]
[He barely survived last time. This time he's dead for sure.]
[Let's enjoy it while we can. Everyone, toss a coin and say a prayer.]
The corridor ahead was dilapidated, with rats scurrying about. The windows were broken, and a cold wind whistled through the cracks, producing an eerie wail.
Chen Shang held his knife in a reverse grip, ready in front of him as he swiftly advanced. Unlike in A-wing, he wasted no time checking the rooms, instead making a beeline for the staircase.
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