"Now that we know this, the monster on the fourth floor shouldn't be too hard to handle."
Chen Shang spoke confidently as he climbed the stairs toward the fourth floor.
[I can't go a day without courting death!]
[How is he this strong AND this smart?]
[Place your bets! How long will the monster last against the streamer?]
[???]
[Who says the monster will last long?]
The stairs to the fourth floor were just as dilapidated as those below, creaking with every step. The wooden boards groaned under Chen Shang's weight, as if they might collapse at any moment.
Chen Shang furrowed his brow at the sound but continued upward.
When he reached the fourth floor, he found that it wasn't completely dark. A few faint lights were still flickering weakly, barely illuminating a three-meter radius. The dim glow blinked sporadically, as if they might go out at any second.
"Tch," Chen Shang clicked his tongue in annoyance. The small amount of light increased the risk of being detected by the monster.
He stepped lightly, trying to reduce his noise. Originally, he had wanted to move along the walls for safety, but with most doors half-open and unknown dangers lurking behind them, sticking too close to the walls might actually reduce his reaction time.
The temperature on this floor seemed noticeably colder than the third. This didn't bother Chen Shang—in fact, he found it rather comfortable. His vampiric nature thrived in the cold and darkness.
Moving cautiously, Chen Shang kept glancing behind him, mindful of the warning from the patrol schedule: If you go to the fourth floor, always watch your back.
After a short distance, Chen Shang stopped abruptly and listened closely.
In the oppressive silence, even the sound of his own breathing was loud. He focused his hearing, and eventually, he heard it—an eerie shuffling sound, like fabric or paper being dragged across the floor.
His eyes darted around the area, but he saw nothing.
Frowning, Chen Shang concentrated. The sound was getting closer, but no matter where he looked, there was no visible source.
The shuffling grew louder, as if it were right beside him. Then, suddenly, it stopped.
Chen Shang gripped his military knife tightly, ready for anything.
Perhaps only someone as fearless as Chen Shang could remain so calm in a situation like this.
[What's the streamer doing?]
[Did you not have your sound on? Something just crept up, but it's invisible.]
[Great, how do you even fight something you can't see?]
Chen Shang was certain that whatever was making that sound was right around him, even though he couldn't see it.
In an instant, Chen Shang spun around and slashed at the space behind him.
His blade sliced through nothing but air. A patient's chart drifted slowly to the floor, landing softly at his feet.
His gaze swept the area again. Just moments ago, his sixth sense had flared with danger right behind him, yet his strike had hit nothing. Now, all was quiet once more.
Chen Shang picked up the chart. The front was a standard patient record—nothing out of the ordinary, just a regular mental health case marked as deceased.
But when he flipped it over, a few crooked, blood-red words were scrawled on the back: "Come play hide-and-seek."
A high-pitched laugh echoed through the floor, but its source was impossible to pinpoint, as if it came from all directions at once. The unsettling sound bounced off the walls, reverberating through the empty, decrepit hospital, sending chills down the spine.
"If I hadn't reacted in time, this thing would've been right on my back, huh?"
Chen Shang muttered to himself, casually slipping the ominous patient chart into his [Streamer's Backpack].
"Come play hide-and-seek! Come find me! Hahaha…!"
A shrill voice called out, causing Chen Shang to glance upward. The sound was coming from the ceiling.
But when he looked, there was nothing—just cobwebs hanging in disarray and dried blood stains scattered across the ceiling.
Narrowing his eyes, Chen Shang noticed the cobwebs were vibrating slightly, even though there was no breeze in the air.
With a flick of his wrist, he hurled the small knife he had taken from one of the patients. The blade flew toward the trembling section of cobwebs.
At the same time, the shuffling sound returned, this time much louder. The entire network of cobwebs trembled violently, as if something was crawling through them.
Chen Shang's signature grin spread across his face. He crouched low, gathering his strength, and with a powerful push of his legs, he leaped into the air, launching himself toward the source of the movement.
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