"What's wrong? Come on, keep banging on the door! There must be more of you roaming around here, right? Keep covering for each other, or how else are you going to kill me?"
Chen Shang's face was now smeared with blood as he laughed maniacally, pounding on the iron door that had previously been assaulted from the inside.
But there was no further movement from within. Whoever had been behind the door had retreated into a corner that was no longer visible from the small window on the door.
[Wow, first time I've seen someone scare the monsters into submission.]
[Who wouldn't be scared?]
[666666]
[Get rid of the mindless 666-spammers!]
Seeing that the person inside had shut down completely, Chen Shang lost interest. There was no point wasting time breaking down the door—it would take too long and wasn't necessary.
His gaze shifted down the seemingly empty corridor.
Step by step, he moved forward, and from time to time, another patient would lunge out from a half-open iron door, trying to surprise him. Chen Shang was indeed thrilled—but not the way they had hoped. Laughing in excitement, he swiftly took down each attacker with ease, wielding his weapons with deadly precision.
The mental patients here didn't stand a chance. Their combat abilities were mediocre at best. These weren't the supernatural horrors of C-wing; they were just regular humans. No matter how twisted or cunning their attacks, they posed no real challenge to Chen Shang.
They were nothing more than normal-difficulty fodder—not even worthy of being called mini-bosses.
He sliced through them like a hot knife through butter, leaving a trail of bodies behind him. His entire body was now drenched in blood, and his military knife dripped crimson with each step.
After casually splitting open another patient's skull, the assaults stopped. The remaining patients capable of free movement were now cowering deep inside their rooms, too terrified to come out.
With a casual flick of his blade to shake off the blood, Chen Shang stood tall. Far from feeling fatigued, he was more energized than ever, almost to the point of feeling overcharged. The blood of the hospital's patients seemed to contain far more energy than that of ordinary humans.
"Infiltration successful!"
Chen Shang looked back at the hallway littered with corpses and raised his knife in a mock victory pose.
[Successful infiltration, my foot.]
[This is what an assassin truly embodies—wiping out everyone in sight.]
[If no one survives to report you, then you've technically infiltrated undetected, right?]
[With combat power like this, why even bother strategizing? Just fight your way straight to the end boss.]
[Chen Shang: I came here as a normal security guard, but you forced my hand. Well, I'm not hiding anymore—turns out, I'm the real boss.]
At the stairwell, Chen Shang glanced upward toward the fourth floor. The area was pitch black, covered in thick cobwebs, as if it hadn't been touched by human presence in a long time.
"Technically, there's no need for me to go up to the fourth floor. It's outside the scope of the 'night shift security' job description, and even if I go up there, I'll be facing some pretty powerful monsters. Even with the intel I've gathered, it's still risky."
[Yet, you're going to go anyway.]
[Knowing this guy, it'd be more surprising if he didn't go.]
[Chen Shang: Haha, as if I'm scared.]
By now, the audience had gotten used to Chen Shang's behavior. He was the type who would do what others wouldn't, who would go where others feared to tread. If a place seemed dangerous, or the odds of survival were low, Chen Shang was almost certain to go there.
Of course, Chen Shang wasn't reckless—he only acted when the rewards outweighed the risks and when he had a solid plan. However, the audience didn't know that; all they saw was a man seemingly courting death at every turn.
"But I'm still going up there."
The chat immediately filled with I knew it reactions.
"Now, let me share the deep intel on the B-wing's fourth-floor monster. First of all, this creature can move freely and isn't confined to B-wing. This is clear because the boy was killed in A-wing."
"Secondly, the monster likely has poor eyesight or might not be able to see at all in complete darkness."
[Why do you say that?]
[Here we go again, the streamer's showing off.]
[666666]
"The boy played hide and seek on the 26th and wasn't found. Now, how well can a kid hide? Not well enough to avoid detection by a supernatural creature, right? Yet, on the 27th, the boy returned to the fourth floor and still wasn't found, only to be killed later in A-wing's restroom. That's the strange part."
"The key difference between A-wing and B-wing is the lighting."
As Chen Shang spoke, he gestured toward the dimly lit corridor.
"The boy visited the fourth floor on overcast days, so even during the day, B-wing would have been quite dark. That explains why the monster couldn't find him during hide and seek, and why the boy wasn't caught the first few times. But on the 27th, the boy probably made noise to attract the monster while looking for it. Eventually, in the bright lights of A-wing, the monster caught up to him and killed him in the restroom."
"This is the real clue hidden within that diary."
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