Chapter 56: Script Murder

Chapter 56: Chapter 56: Script Murder

The eerie recording lasted for about thirty seconds.

A drawer beneath the desk popped open with a loud BANG. Startled, Miaomiao let out a highly suggestive little gasp.

Inside the drawer lay a three-digit combination lock.

Su Yunzhou happened to be standing right next to it. He stepped up and randomly tested a few combinations, but none worked. The group began searching the room again for clues related to numbers.

The unlucky guy opened a cabinet and found seven medical records inside. Figuring he might as well try his luck, he called out, "How about the number seven?"

Eager to prove she wasn’t scared, Miaomiao volunteered to try it out. With a flick of her dainty fingers, she spun the dial. A tiny red light blinked on the first digit wheel—clearly, it was the correct input.

"It worked! Keep it up, everyone!"

Her sickly-sweet voice gave the unlucky guy a massive confidence boost, and he resumed his search with renewed vigor.

A short while later, the girl in the cartoon-print shirt felt around on the hospital bed and suddenly spoke up, "It only has five fingers left. You could try that number."

The red light on the combination lock flashed again. Seeing that they had gotten another digit right, the group’s motivation soared.

The girl from the couple asked, "You’re so brave, miss. What do you do for a living?"

The cartoon-shirt girl paused for a moment before replying, "I’m a medical graduate student."

"Oh..."

The younger girl nodded, trailing off. They figured medical students had to look at cadavers all the time, so it was no wonder she was so gutsy.

The third digit was incredibly easy to guess. A spark of inspiration hit Su Yunzhou. "There are six of us. Could that be the last number?"

"Wow~ You’re so smart~" Miaomiao praised him, her eyes filled with adoration.

This made the other two men in the room twitch their lips in sheer disbelief. They wondered if that really warranted such effusive praise. For the final digit, with only ten numbers on the dial, wouldn’t anyone just test them one by one?

The unlucky guy shot Su Yunzhou a resentful glare, completely baffled as to where he fell short. This guy uttered complete nonsense and still won a beautiful woman’s favor, while he himself had put in actual hard work and gotten absolutely zero appreciation.

Where was the difference? They were both grown men of average height and weight. It made absolutely no sense!

With the correct combination entered, the red light lit up, and three narrow doors on the opposite wall swung open.

Miaomiao urged, "My lucky number is two. Let’s take the middle one!"

The couple hesitated for a moment before deciding, "Then we’ll take door number one."

Stripped of any right to choose, the unlucky guy sighed in defeat. "I’ll take door number three."

The cartoon-shirt girl didn’t care either way. She was just here for the thrill of the game; playing with anyone was the same to her.

She reminded everyone, "According to the hints, we need to find three different props in the ward for the second stage, and then rendezvous at the director’s office upstairs. There will probably be NPCs roaming around in between, so whatever you do, don’t get caught."

"Alright! Good luck, everyone!"

"Let’s make sure we all meet up safely!"

The group nodded and set off one by one.

Su Yunzhou walked toward the narrow middle door, with Miaomiao following closely behind. She was already scheming how to let nature take its course under the guise of "special protection" later on.

When it came to romance, things needed to flow naturally; nothing should be too abrupt. Although the vast majority of men and women who went out to play were ultimately aiming for some physical intimacy, they couldn’t just book a hotel room the moment they met. A proper build-up was mandatory.

Have dinner, watch a movie, get a little handsy, and then suddenly realize—oh my, look how late it is. Then, with half-hearted resistance giving way to mutual consent, one might show off their oral talents while the other flexed their stamina in bed.

But to digress no further.

After passing through the narrow door, they entered a long, cramped corridor. It felt somewhat like a parody of the classic Tale of the Peach Blossom Spring: at first, it was extremely narrow, barely allowing a person to squeeze through, but after walking a few dozen steps... it didn’t open up at all.

At the end of the corridor lay a small hospital ward. In the dim lighting, four patient rooms were visible.

Lumbering down the hall was a tall doctor covered entirely in blood. His face was grotesque, his eyes wrapped in thick gauze. Limping heavily, he staggered down the hallway with a rusty bone saw gripped in one hand.

Seeing this, Miaomiao pressed a finger to her lips, leaned close to Su Yunzhou, and whispered, "He’s probably an NPC that hunts by sound. We need to be really quiet from now on."

Su Yunzhou murmured a quiet "Mm," his nose catching the faint, sweet scent of her perfume.

The two of them tiptoed forward, trying their hardest not to make a single sound. Taking advantage of the exact moment the Bloody Doctor turned around, they slipped into one of the patient rooms.

The room contained three beds. The white sheets on the first two were heavily stained with blood. The pillows had been torn apart, leaving cotton stuffing scattered everywhere.

The bed furthest inside was obscured by a blue curtain, making it impossible to see clearly, though the vague silhouette of a person could be made out. Next to it stood an old, large metal locker.

The pair carefully searched the room, eventually turning their attention to the curtained bed. After exchanging a glance, Miaomiao gave a slight nod, and Su Yunzhou pulled the curtain back. ℯℯ𝑙.

"Ah—!"

The startled scream was abruptly cut short as Miaomiao covered her mouth, her eyes filled with apology.

Truth be told, Su Yunzhou was also startled, cursing internally, "Holy shit."

This prop was way too fucking realistic.

Lying on the bed was a man with his lower half entirely severed. His messy hair hung limply, and his eyes were wide with sheer terror and rage, freezing him in what looked like a desperate struggle. His exposed upper body was emaciated, and chunks of dark red viscera were scattered all over the place.

Just then, the BUZZZZZ of the bone saw echoed from outside, followed closely by heavy, dragging footsteps.

"The Bloody Doctor is coming," Miaomiao whispered, her face pale with fright and her voice trembling with panic. "What do we do?"

Fighting down his own panic, Su Yunzhou scanned the room and pointed at the locker ahead. "Hide in there!"

When he pulled the locker open, it released a foul, musty stench. Miaomiao squeezed inside sideways. Su Yunzhou followed her in, gently pulling the metal door shut.

Inside the cramped locker, the two were pressed extremely close, though there was still a sliver of safe distance between them. Miaomiao took several deep breaths, visibly anxious. The motion made her ample chest heave, exuding a captivating allure in the dim light. Her warm, panicked breaths brushed against his cheek, intensifying the sudden intimacy of the moment.

With palpable fear written all over her face, Miaomiao squinted through the slats in the locker door, peering outside.

BANG!

The room’s door was violently kicked open. The revving of the bone saw echoed through the entire ward.

The Bloody Doctor sniffed the air, hunting for his "prey." Finding nothing right away, he wildly slashed at the bedsheets with his saw. Having vented his frustration, he slowly lumbered toward the metal locker.

"Hoo..."

The two watched nervously as the terrifying figure drew closer and closer.

Seeing that the moment was ripe, Miaomiao naturally hooked her arm around Su Yunzhou’s, sneaking a glance at him from the corner of her eye.

Right then, the Bloody Doctor arrived in front of the locker. Brandishing the bone saw, he began carving into the severed half-man on the bed. Once he was finished, he sniffed the air again, as if catching onto a scent. He turned and lumbered directly toward the metal locker.

The two held their breath, not daring to make the slightest sound. Miaomiao was so terrified she pressed her entire body against Su Yunzhou, as if his warm frame was her only source of security.

The Bloody Doctor stopped right in front of the locker. He swung his bone saw theatrically a few times, then slowly trudged out of the room.

Only when his heavy footsteps completely faded away did the two let out a long sigh of relief.

Miaomiao suddenly let out a coy, whining whisper. "You..."

"Uh..." Su Yunzhou’s face flushed red. They were practically glued together at this point. He reflexively shrugged his shoulders.

Miaomiao’s pretty face was blushing deeply, yet she didn’t retract her arm. Instead, she said in a soft, sweet tone, "I have a confession to make."

"Hm?"

"Actually, I’m... not that brave at all..."