Everyone was startled.
What was going on?
Wen Shi calmly looked at the three-meter-tall behemoth, his expression indifferent. “Evidence.”
The burden of proof lies with the accuser.
He wasn’t some naive youth who would reveal his identity at the slightest provocation.
“Last night, that toothless patient charged into your room. You came out unscathed, but Gu Hua was severely injured. Why did the patient only bite him and not you?”
The lop-eared rabbit’s voice was tense, its fur bristling, with its two long ears hanging at its sides, constantly stomping its feet—a clear sign of being frightened.
“The patient didn’t bite you either,” Wen Shi’s eyes turned cold. “You call me the Dungeon Boss based on this so-called evidence?”
Not only did the patient not bite Wen Shi, but it also didn’t bite any of the other Players.
Wen Shi continued, “All the Players have shown their true faces.
Only you have remained hidden from start to finish.
You even went to great lengths to gather everyone together. I suspect you’re the Dungeon Boss.
Are you sure there was only one Specter knocking on the door?
What if there was a whole group?
That way, you could capture all the Players in one fell swoop, satisfying your twisted whims as the Dungeon Boss.”
To deal with someone like this, the best approach was to break free from the cycle of self-justification and turn the tables instead.
The other Players’ gazes toward the lop-eared rabbit shifted.
Shen Shushu looked at the lop-eared rabbit, trembling as she hid behind the others.
Gu Hua remained silent but subtly positioned himself in front of the other Players.
Wen Shi’s reasoning made sense.
Feng Zhouzhou and the mute Taoist stood in the middle.
“I really am a Player,” the lop-eared rabbit shrank back to its normal size.
It had seen Wen Shi standing by Xu Jie all day, showing an unusual familiarity with the clinic’s layout. Combined with his formidable abilities and the Monster patient incident, it had grown suspicious that he might be the Dungeon Boss.
If the Boss disguised himself as a Player, the real Players would be in the greatest danger.
It had only wanted to test Wen Shi.
But it never expected him to turn the tables, forcing it into a corner and compelling it to prove its own identity.
However, the lop-eared rabbit’s credibility was already shattered, and no one believed it.
“Big shot,” Feng Zhouzhou asked, “what do you think?”
Wen Shi replied coldly, “It’s simple. Show your true face.”
“No!” the lop-eared rabbit refused outright.
The others’ suspicions deepened even further.
Wen Shi couldn’t be bothered to argue with them.
Whether they believed him or not was their problem; he had no reason to waste time on them.
Leaving the room, Wen Shi returned to Room 208, closing the door behind him and deliberately locking it to prevent Xu Jie from barging in.
As the time approached, Wen Shi took out his phone to check the surveillance feed. Xu Jie was still quietly exploring the clinic.
Without changing his expression, Wen Shi instructed the patients to give Xu Jie a little scare.
He picked up the female neighbor’s head and returned to his usual living quarters, retrieving something from the cabinet before calmly heading down to the basement.
A massive hole had appeared in the northern wall of the basement at some point.
“I’ll have the staff bring some corpses later to block it up,” Wen Shi bent down and passed through the nearly two-meter-wide hole. “It’s normal for a hospital to use corpses to seal a door, right?”
Outside the clinic, the Blood Mist was thick, and a bone-chilling cold swept over him.
The surrounding temperature plummeted below freezing. Wen Shi exhaled a puff of frosty breath and shivered involuntarily.
It felt as though countless eyes were watching him from behind, sending chills down his spine.
The alleyway, less than two meters wide, felt like it took Wen Shi ten minutes to traverse before he finally got a clear view of the neighbor’s house.
Horrified, twisted faces filled with fear stared back at him. A pile of dismembered limbs and corpses blocked the blood-red door, sealing it tightly shut.
Crimson blood gushed forth, pooling on the ground and emitting an unbearable stench, reminiscent of a hellish realm of demons.
“No wonder an Aberration dared to barge into the clinic,” Wen Shi remarked disdainfully. “I need to resolve the issue here immediately. Otherwise, the Aberration will spread like a plague, and all the patients in the clinic will be ‘infected.’”
Once, two neighbors fought to the death, and an out-of-control Aberration broke into the clinic, causing all the patients to mutate. It took Wen Shi a week to clean everything up.
In the blink of an eye, the corpses blocking the entrance vanished completely, as if what Wen Shi had just seen was an illusion.
Through the window, Wen Shi saw that the neighbor’s house had fallen silent, like a fierce beast lurking in the darkness, lying in wait.
Only a young girl in a white wedding dress remained, appearing gentle and harmless—if one ignored the Tentacles writhing beneath her skirt.
“Mind moving aside?” Wen Shi asked politely, holding the neighbor’s head as he approached the girl. “I’d like to go inside.”
As a doctor, Wen Shi remembered this patient. Months ago, the girl’s parents had brought her to the clinic, hoping Wen Shi could help her find release. He hadn’t expected them to move here.
“Dr. Wen, I really envy you—you have the freedom to dress as you please,” the girl said, her gaze filled with resentment as she recognized him. “When I wear a short skirt and stockings, my mother scolds me for being indecent. My father looks at me with contempt, asking who I’m trying to seduce… Sigh, being a man is so hard.”
Wen Shi’s lips twitched. He recalled the patient’s condition: gender dysphoria. She had begged him several times to kill her, to grant her release. She couldn’t bear the world’s judgmental gaze—it was too painful. Her parents had always hoped for a son to achieve greatness, but in the end, they had a daughter.
Wen Shi smiled gently. “Wear whatever you like. Now, could you let me in?”
“Then will you marry me?” the crossdresser asked.
Wen Shi’s eyelids twitched. “No.”
“Why not?” The Tentacles beneath the crossdresser’s skirt surged violently, slamming against the doors and windows with loud thuds. “Do you look down on me? Do you think I’m a pervert? I’m a woman! A woman by nature! You men are all scum, every last one of you!”
“I don’t look down on you. You’re just no match for me.” Thinking of the patient’s medical history, Wen Shi said softly, “Come to the clinic in seven days. I can save you.”
The crossdresser sneered. “You’re just a doctor from an F Rank Instance, yet you dare to bark at me. As an A-grade powerhouse, I’m condescending to visit your shabby clinic—I’m doing you a favor. How dare you claim I’m no match for you? You’ve got some nerve! If you have the guts, kill me. Otherwise, don’t even think about entering!”
It wasn’t that he looked down on Wen Shi—it was just that Wen Shi was only F-grade.
The Tentacles beneath the skirt shot toward Wen Shi with lightning speed.
“Then I can only apologize.” Wen Shi drew his Scalpel and swiftly closed in on the Aberration.
A cold glint flashed, and the Tentacles that the crossdresser had raised mid-air, before there was time to pull them down, fell to the ground with a series of thuds. “How is this possible? You’re just a Dungeon Boss from an F Rank Instance, the kind with no offensive power. Why are you so strong? Unbelievably strong—stronger than any Aberration I’ve ever seen.”
As excruciating pain shot from his wrist and spread throughout his body, Wen Shi’s Scalpel had already pierced his throat.
The crossdresser’s eyes widened in shock.
Before dissolving into Blood Mist, he asked, “Dr. Wen, can I be a girl in my next life?”
Wen Shi hummed in acknowledgment.
“Thank you.”
The cross-dressing man completely turned into blood mist, merging with the thick fog outside.
Ever since learning he was a character in the game, Wen Shi understood there was no such thing as past or future lives—death was simply death.
His earlier response was merely end-of-life care for the patient.
The one blocking the door was only an A-class Aberration.
Wen Shi couldn’t figure out why the Specter invading the clinic was so powerful—it didn’t make sense.
Carrying the female neighbor’s head, he knocked on the door: “Hello, community care delivery.”
A bit stuck on the writing, hung up on small details. Just one update today, clearing my head.