Bain Psychiatric Hospital?
Qi Yu opened the photo album on his phone, flipping to the pictures he had taken at the end of the last dungeon, images of a hospital at that time, though remote, looked far less desolate than it did now.
The faded iron sign at the entrance had nearly rusted into black. He counted the spaces, then matched the number of characters. Perfect.
So this was the hospital’s name.
The high walls surrounding it, the strict inspection procedures at the gate and those rooms he’d seen earlier, with the beds surrounded by restraints, all suddenly made sense.
It was a hospital that treated mental illness.
And not just any hospital but a prestigious one, once famous and respected.
In the small brochure Qi Yu had first picked up, there was a detailed list of all the awards the hospital had received over the years.
It also mentioned that the hospital regularly recruited top specialists in psychiatric care to ensure patients were closely monitored and well cared for, striving to help them recover and be discharged as soon as possible.
The thin booklet didn’t take long to finish. Most of it was filled with architectural data and land descriptions, but even just the words “Bain Psychiatric Hospital” were enough to be of value, especially since Qi Yu had other, more useful “cheat” information stuffed into his hands by Xie Shao.
He casually opened the bulging file bag at his side. The thick stack of photos inside practically leapt out, spilling across the floor and raising a faint cloud of dust.
In the photos, people in white coats stood at the hospital’s entrance, smiling brightly at the camera. One face, neither particularly handsome nor unattractive but bright-eyed and confident, looked strangely familiar.
If that face were just a bit rounder, the expression more twisted, the skin painted in bruised blue-purple, and the tongue stretched out grotesquely, he’d look exactly like the ghostly doctor who had just slaughtered someone before their eyes.
“Huh.” Tang Yu leaned in for a look, his tone half amused. “Didn’t expect him to look decent when he was alive. Guess even death can ruin a man’s looks. Moral of the story, if you’re gonna die, at least make sure you die pretty.”
“We don’t even know if reincarnation is real,” Tang Yu continued dramatically.
“If being a ghost counts as your second life, you’d better be careful with it. My parents worked hard to give me this handsome face, if I messed it up in round two, they’d probably crawl out of their graves with slippers in hand to chase me down.”
Qi Yu didn’t say a word. He flipped through a few more photos until one caught his attention, a group of nurses in white uniforms, smiling cheerfully at the camera. Among them, he recognized the female ghost who had handed him a rose earlier.
Tang Yu gasped. “Wow! She’s gorgeous!”
The photos weren’t very high-resolution, the colors a bit oversaturated, but it didn’t dim the youth and beauty shining from those faces.
Tang Yu couldn’t stop admiring them, this one had a delicate melon-shaped face and big eyes like a movie star, that one had a round, lucky face and dimples that appeared when she smiled.
Qi Yu listened expressionlessly, silently thinking that he should introduce Tang Yu to Xie Shao sometime. This was what it meant to attract bees and butterflies, every girl he saw, he liked. Compared to that, Qi Yu was downright pure and innocent.
He almost wished Tang Yu would hurry up and get a girlfriend, so that when the day came, he could send her a recording of all these over-the-top compliments.
He could already picture the scene: Tang Yu being scolded with his ear twisted and Qi Yu standing by, utterly satisfied.
A chill suddenly crept up Tang Yu’s back. He looked around but saw nothing unusual, just a circle of players watching them, eyes gleaming with the clear message: Let’s trade information.
Tang Yu: “…”
Feeling awkward, he reached out to tug Qi Yu’s sleeve, only to miss and accidentally grab the arm of Huang Mao, who had been quietly standing beside them.
Qi Wenyu glanced around, then whispered nervously, “Brother Tang, there are too many people. I can’t win a fight.”
Tang Yu: “…”
“Who said anything about fighting?!”
Seriously, who came into a dungeon thinking about brawls? If they were going to fight, they’d at least make sure they had the numbers advantage!
“Pfft.”
Qi Yu couldn’t hold back a laugh.
Even when Tang Yu turned to glare at him, his shoulders kept trembling. It wasn’t until Wang Yicheng, apparently acting as the spokesperson for the other players, approached them that Qi Yu finally managed to compose himself.
“You three,” Wang Yicheng said with a genial smile, “we’re about to start exchanging information. Would you like to join us?”
He phrased it skillfully, not “Will you share your data?” but rather, “Do you want to join our little study group?”
It made the request sound friendly, not forceful and sharing information meant they could all piece together the mystery buried beneath the ruins of this hospital faster.
Qi Yu agreed readily.
But once he laid out the documents he and his companions had collected, he realized theirs were almost as thick as the stack belonging to the rest of the group combined.
That made things… a little awkward. Tang Yu looked quietly smug and Qi Wenyu beamed like a man who’d just secured himself a reliable golden thigh to cling to.
Qi Yu wanted to feel happy too but remembering how he’d earned this information, his joy turned to ashes.
That was his body they’d traded for this reward!
So when everyone gathered around the old, cracked table, faces solemn as they studied the yellowed pages, Qi Yu’s expression stayed unusually cold and severe, so much so that the short-haired girl who handed him her notebook trembled with guilt, as if she’d done something wrong.
Tang Yu, ever the flirt, gave Qi Yu a pat on the shoulder. “Don’t look so grim. Smile a little, it’s good for your health.”
Qi Yu silently handed him the book he’d just received.
On the first page, in large bold print, were the words: Hans Christian Andersen’s Fairy Tales.
Tang Yu: “…”
Yeah, no, he couldn’t laugh either.
Apparently, that short-haired girl was cursed with terrible luck. A few other players also ended up with useless books, random junk that did nothing to help them piece together clues. It was hard to stay focused when ghosts could attack at any moment, so few people had managed to pick wisely.
Luckily, with so many participants, someone had snagged something worthwhile.
It was a set of patient admission records.
Most of the pages were filled, detailing each patient’s admission date, assigned doctor and supervising nurse. At first glance, nothing seemed off but the more you looked, the stranger it became.
The man holding the records, Wang Yicheng, read through them carefully, flipping back and forth several times. His seriousness gave off a calm, reliable air.
“These records are organized by date,” he said slowly.
“At first, you see more admissions than discharges, that’s normal for a psychiatric facility. But toward the end, the numbers reverse. Patients start leaving, one, sometimes two a day. And the later entries get sloppier. Some don’t even list the attending doctor, just a hasty, scribbled signature.”
He paused, then added, “For a small, specialized hospital like this, the patient capacity wouldn’t exceed two hundred. But judging from these pages, at least a hundred patients were discharged near the end.”
“In other words,” he concluded, “the hospital was almost half-empty.”
“What could make that many patients leave so suddenly? Why didn’t they want to stay even a little longer?”
“I might have something related,” Tang Yu piped up, waving his hand.
His folder contained a dainty pink notebook patterned with tiny flowers, complete with a lock. He’d cracked it open by force. Inside were diary entries belonging to one of the nurses.
Though mostly personal, some passages contained crucial information.
Tang Yu was about to boast about his find, when he noticed Qi Yu’s expression darkened. “Hey, what’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?”
Qi Yu muttered, “No. I just… have an allergy to that color.”
Tang Yu: “???”
He’d heard of pollen allergies. Dust allergies. But color allergies? That was a first.
“So classy,” he muttered under his breath, “Almost sounds made up.”
Qi Yu said nothing.
He couldn’t exactly admit that seeing that pink pattern reminded him of the floral bedsheet set still lying unused in his system inventory, the one from that night of catastrophic mistake, when he’d touched someone he absolutely shouldn’t have.
Suppressing the surge of emotion, he leaned in to read the nurse’s diary.
They skipped over the personal confessions and gossip, flipping straight to the later pages where the handwriting grew frantic and uneven.
“Is it true?”
“Is what the newspapers said really true?”
“Did our hospital really do those things?”
The ink had been pressed so hard it bled through the paper, leaving faint indents on the next few pages.
After that, the entries became short and perfunctory, just notes about working night shifts and daily routines. Then, near the end, there was one final, longer entry.
“A lot of people are planning to leave the hospital.”
“I don’t want to stay here anymore either. Tomorrow I’ll hand in my resignation. I just hope all these rumors are lies. Dr. Xie and the others are good people, they’d never do something like that.”
After that, only blank yellowed pages remained.
No one knew whether the nurse had ever managed to leave.
Everyone fell into silent thought, piecing together the fragments in their minds.
The story that emerged was grim: before the hospital’s destruction, something had happened. Something serious enough to make patients flee and staff resign, something that drew public condemnation.
But what exactly had happened?
Abuse of patients? Fake medication? Human experimentation?
Qi Yu’s gaze lingered on the last line, “Dr. Xie and the others are good people. They’d never do something like that.”
What were they accused of?
And did those accusations have anything to do with their violent deaths here?
While everyone was still deep in thought, trying to sort through their evidence,
Qi Yu felt his backpack vibrate.
A translucent system window flashed before his eyes.
【The Mad Doctor is using the rose to locate his wife’s position.】
【He has sent player Qi Yu a “mwah 💋.”】
Qi Yu: “???”
…Was this game’s system broken or something?
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Cresvynia
[Translator]
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ChaptersChapter 1 · Enter the GameChapter 2 · Pick a roomChapter 3 · DeadChapter 4 · AtticChapter 5 · ResponsibleChapter 6 · A bamboo BasketChapter 7 · DiaryChapter 8 · Song QingChapter 9 · Sent to HospitalChapter 10 · Second CopyChapter 11 · Leaking InformationChapter 12 · Special Prop!Chapter 13 · Doctor GhostChapter 14 · Store RoomChapter 15 · Psychiatry HospitalChapter 16 · Things of PastChapter 17 · Second FloorChapter 18 · He’s adorableChapter 19 · You Like Him?Chapter 20 · Kiss meChapter 21 · Group women’s clothing PlayChapter 22 · Where’s my Skirt?Chapter 23 · Wife of Murder Doctor….Chapter 24 · Go to Third floorChapter 25 · You must find me!Chapter 26 · See you in the next dungeonChapter 27 · VideoChapter 28 · Player ForumChapter 29 · Two women vying for one manChapter 30 · The Giant WolfChapter 31 · A Kind and Benevolent FatherChapter 32 · Preparing the change clothesChapter 33 · Red Heart FruitChapter 34 · In what ways do I fall short of him?Chapter 35 · KissChapter 36 · Bald performanceChapter 37 · The Prince Has ArrivedChapter 38 · Prince Song QingChapter 39 · Should we…Chapter 40 · A Kiss of True LoveChapter 41 · BanquetChapter 42 · Snow White KingChapter 43 · KingChapter 44 · I miss you so much!Chapter 45 · LeavingChapter 46 · Wanting to See HimChapter 47 · Resource Type InstanceChapter 48 · The Banquet BeginsChapter 49 · KissChapter 50 · Full-Dive Virtual RealityChapter 51 · Everyone Is a LiarChapter 52 · MegaphoneChapter 53 · Dragon???Chapter 54 · Fire DragonChapter 55 · A powerful Fire DragonChapter 56 · Want Some Barbecue?Chapter 57 · The Characteristics of the GameChapter 58 · A little DragonChapter 59 · Searching for her sonChapter 60 · We’re Going to Tear Up the HostageChapter 61 · Mountain CollapseChapter 62 · DiscussionChapter 63 · Digging for Crystals?Chapter 64 · Making Money Selling LiquorChapter 65 · A KissChapter 66 · I’m the Best LookingChapter 67 · Ghost Ship 101Chapter 68 · Has the Competition Begun Yet?Chapter 69 · LotteryChapter 70 · First PlaceChapter 71 · The Sea Monster ArrivesChapter 72 · CooperationChapter 73 · The Man in the MaskChapter 74 · WarChapter 75 · The Players’ RevengeChapter 76 · ReturningChapter 77 · The End