Translator: CinderTL
After parting ways with Huai Yi and Weiwei, Wang Changguo began to ponder where to go next.
He had initially planned to return to the ward and hide there, but after some thought, he dismissed the idea. After all, the Ghost was by Lin Wan'er's side.
Once the Ghost killed Lin Wan'er, it would come for them.
Putting himself in the Ghost's shoes, he realized that if he were the Ghost, he would definitely check the wards to see which unlucky soul was hiding there.
No, hiding alone wouldn't work.
He had to take action, perhaps find a ward with more people. That way, even if the Ghost found him, he might be able to use others as a shield.
With this in mind, he quickened his pace.
The second floor was no longer safe, so he decided to try his luck upstairs.
After walking through two corridors, he noticed that many of the nearby rooms were unlocked. Judging by the papers on the doors, there should be people inside.
But eerily, there was no sound coming from any of them.
He wasn't foolish enough to push the doors open and look.
It was possible that everyone in this hospital was already dead, and all the people he had seen earlier—whether doctors, nurses, or patients—were actually Ghosts! This thought quickly took hold of his mind.
Moving quietly, he walked along one side of the corridor, carefully listening to his surroundings.
The sky had completely darkened, and the overhead lights in the corridor emitted a dim, lifeless glow.
In the silence, every sound seemed amplified. He could even hear his own heartbeat.
Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed something.
He immediately looked toward the end of the corridor, where it turned into the stairwell. A small figure was peeking out from the corner.
It was... Weiwei!
Wang Changguo's heart leaped with joy.
Strangely enough, not long ago, he had resolved to escape from Weiwei and Huai Yi.
But in this environment, encountering a teammate again made him feel as if he had come back to life. He couldn't wait to rush to Weiwei's side.
Weiwei was about 20 meters away, and he quickened his pace.
However, as he got closer, Wang Changguo's expression grew uneasy. Weiwei seemed different from before.
She was hidden in the shadows, only revealing one arm and her face. Her eyes were slightly widened, staring directly at him.
Her arm was slowly waving at him, as if beckoning him to come over.
Where was Huai Yi?
They should have been together.
Wang Changguo frowned and looked around Weiwei, but he couldn't find Huai Yi.
Moreover, a strange feeling crept over him. The darkness around Weiwei was odd—it didn't seem like a lack of light but more like a layer of gray mist had spread over it.
At this thought, Wang Changguo dared not move forward.
He stood still, deciding to observe further.
But Weiwei continued to wave at him, just as before.
A few seconds later, Wang Changguo noticed that the arm Weiwei was waving moved stiffly, like a puppet. The amplitude and frequency of each wave were fixed.
Her hand movements were also strange, with her five fingers slightly hooked, resembling claws.
Without hesitation, as Wang Changguo took half a step back and prepared to turn and run, a scene that chilled him to the bone unfolded.
The mist around Weiwei quickly dissipated, and from behind her head, a pale, twisted Ghost Face emerged.
The Ghost Face, with its crimson eyes, stared fixedly at Wang Changguo, its body mostly revealed from behind the corner. One hand clutched Weiwei's head, while the other held the severed arm.
Just moments ago, the Ghost had been holding Weiwei's head and the severed arm, slowly waving them, performing a puppet show for Wang Changguo.
"Ahhh!" Wang Changguo screamed, running frantically in the opposite direction. "Help! Help me!"
"Thud."
"Thud."
"Thud."
Heavy footsteps followed behind him. Wang Changguo didn't dare to look back, fearing that the horrifying sight would paralyze him with terror.
The footsteps were slow, much slower than his own, yet he could feel the distance between them closing rapidly.
Each step the Ghost took seemed to cover the distance of seven or eight of his own.
Despite his fear, Wang Changguo's mind had never been clearer.
He was searching for a way out.
Seeing an unlocked door nearby, he resisted the urge to push it open, hide inside, and lock it immediately.
The other was a Ghost; even the sturdiest door would likely be useless.
He ran into the hall at the intersection of two corridors, where only two paths lay before him.
Either dash into the dimly lit stairwell, going up or down.
Or take the elevator.
No matter how he looked at it, the elevator was the least desirable option. Aside from the oppressive feeling of the confined space, it was the elevator that had brought them to this world in the first place.
And the image of Du Feng's gruesome death was still vivid in his mind.
But just as Wang Changguo was about to muster the courage to charge into the stairwell, he suddenly noticed that the footsteps behind him had stopped.
The cessation of the footsteps was abrupt, and he hadn't noticed it at all.
At the same time, he observed that the light in the stairwell seemed much brighter than before.
A soft glow emanated from the corner of the stairwell, making it appear safe and inviting.
"Gulp." Wang Changguo swallowed hard.
His gaze toward the stairwell shifted.
Something was wrong.
Where had the Ghost gone? He looked around, scanning the ceiling and every corner.
The Ghost had simply vanished.
Just before it could catch him.
He didn't believe the Ghost would let him go. From the brief eye contact earlier, the malice in those crimson eyes still sent shivers down his spine.
That Ghost was determined to kill him.
By now, Wang Changguo had figured it out. The first Huai Yi who appeared was human, but the second one, the pitiful, severely injured Huai Yi, was the Ghost.
How cunning.
The Ghost's methods were truly unpredictable.
Weiwei was already dead, but he didn't want to die. He stared at the stairwell in the distance, the unease in his heart growing stronger.
He was certain.
The Ghost was hiding in the stairwell.
Waiting for him to walk right into its trap.
This was a game of wits.
Huai Yi had said that Ghosts usually wouldn't kill indiscriminately unless you fell into their trap.
From the earlier chase, Huai Yi's words seemed credible.
Otherwise, given the Ghost's speed, it would have caught him already.
But it hadn't.
It was waiting for him to make a mistake, to fall into the trap it had set up long ago!
The stairwell ahead was the death trap the Ghost had prepared for him!
Wang Changguo, after all, was a man in his forties, and the industry he worked in was rather unique. His experience and insight were far beyond those of young people who had just entered society.
After a brief moment of deliberation, he turned his gaze toward the elevator.
Moreover, it was the very elevator that Jiang Cheng and the others had taken—the only one that led to the morgue.
A dead end? A flash of ruthlessness crossed his eyes.
Then there was no choice but to gamble!
(End of the Chapter)
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