Chapter 15 Truth

In a daze, Huai Yi recalled the words they had seen on the wall leading to the fourth-floor staircase not long ago.

"In reality, the moment you saw these words, you were already dead."

"Stay here..."

"Forever... be with me forever."

Some of the words were more than two meters above the ground, clearly not something an ordinary person could write, only the thing chasing after them could have.

Especially the sentence about staying behind and being with it forever, which made Huai Yi feel a chill run down his spine.

Judging from the severed limbs behind him, if they were caught, they would be fused with this corpse pile.

Becoming a part of it, eternally.

Finally, they escaped to the first floor. The door was not far away, and it was open, revealing a gray and hazy scene outside, as if obscured by mist.

A door, separating two worlds.

Huai Yi and Wen Liangshan's physical strength had reached their limit. They were now relying entirely on their will to survive. The rustling sound behind them grew faster and faster, like a death knell.

Just as they could smell the unique odor of corpses, they finally burst through the door.

Huai Yi was fine, but Wen Liangshan, completely drained of energy, collapsed on the ground.

Turning around, Huai Yi swallowed the blood-tinged saliva in his throat, his shoulders still trembling. He had really thought he was going to die.

Now, looking back at the door, it was just like looking out from inside the building—they couldn't see anything, as the gray mist blocked their view.

But he knew that just a few meters away, behind that door, was a terrifying monster.

Now that they had left, the monster composed of countless severed limbs would go after Jiang Cheng and the Fatty.

"You... what's wrong with you?" Just as Huai Yi, with a grim face, was worrying about Jiang Cheng and the Fatty, Wen Liangshan's puzzled voice suddenly came from behind him.

Huai Yi turned his head and saw several figures emerge from behind the trees not far away, walking towards them.

"It's you!" Huai Yi's eyebrows twitched.

"Don't be so nervous, okay? Relax a little." Wang Qi still wore that strange expression. "See? We're all fine, aren't we?"

Gao Yan and Shen Mengyun were also there, but Shi Xiaoya was missing.

"How did you get out?"

"Just like you, the door opened, and naturally, we came out," Wang Qi replied casually, then looked at the door and sighed, "If there are still people who haven't come out, then they are probably in great danger."

After the monster appeared, Huai Yi had been running downwards without stopping, yet he hadn't encountered Wang Qi and the others.

These people hadn't been seen in the fifth-floor dissection room either.

After a moment, Huai Yi understood. Wang Qi and the others were afraid that the fifth floor would be even more dangerous after Shi Xiaoya's death, so they hadn't dared to go there at all.

These people had quietly hidden, waiting for his team to scout ahead.

And after the door's restrictions were lifted, they had run away at the first opportunity, so they were faster than him.

Thinking of this, the anger in Huai Yi's heart blazed up, and he pointed at Wang Qi's nose and cursed, "You bastards, unwilling to take risks, hiding and waiting to reap the benefits?"

Wang Qi still had that same expression, as if he didn't care at all what others thought of him.

Gao Yan, on the other hand, was displeased and said with a cold face, "Young man, don't speak so harshly."

"I have even harsher words, would you like to hear them?" Huai Yi didn't give this old guy any face at all. The man looked sinister.

"Don't argue." Shen Mengyun stepped forward and said, "Mr. Huai, things aren't as you think. We encountered a very complicated situation."

As she spoke, she rolled up her sleeves, revealing bloody wounds on her fair skin, as if left by countless hands. "I don't know how to explain it to you, but please believe me, we didn't do nothing."

"We were trapped in a very strange place, the walls were covered with things like blood vessels, and they were covered with purplish-blue fascia."

"What's even more terrifying is that those blood vessels and fascia were actually moving!"

Shen Mengyun suddenly lowered her voice, turned to look at the medical building, her pupils filled with fear, "Can you imagine? It's not that there are supernatural events in this building, but that this building itself... is a supernatural event!"

"It's alive!"

"Shi Xiaoya was eaten by it!"

......

Although Huai Yi and Wen Liangshan themselves didn't know it, the monster pieced together from severed limbs chasing after them bought Jiang Cheng and the Fatty a lot of time.

Taking advantage of this time, they quickly returned to the fifth floor.

The door to the dissection room was ajar, and it was quiet inside. Jiang Cheng reached out to push the door open, but the Fatty beat him to it.

After the door opened, the scene inside was a mess. Tables, chairs, and other things were piled up haphazardly, and even the heavy operating table had been overturned on the ground.

The floor was littered with scattered debris and broken glass, and the room was filled with a foul odor.

But neither of them paid attention to this; their attention was focused on an inconspicuous corner.

There, a girl was lying flat on her back, dressed in standard medical student attire, wearing an ordinary white coat and beige casual shoes.

There were no wounds on her body, her eyes were closed, and her hands were folded together on her lower abdomen, as if she were asleep.

"Doctor," the Fatty said, his voice trembling with excitement, "It's her! The girl I saw was her!"

Now it seemed that this girl was the missing Xiao Ting.

The Fatty's feeling was correct.

Jiang Cheng walked over, seemingly sensing something, his expression not very good, especially after he tried to feel the girl's breath.

"We're too late," Jiang Cheng said with a sigh. "She's already dead."

"Dead?" The Fatty seemed unwilling to believe such a result, and carefully raised the girl's arm.

The arm was soft, without any of the stiffness of a corpse. Moreover, even through the clothes, the Fatty could feel the warmth remaining on the girl's body.

"The temperature here is very low, so she just died," Jiang Cheng said, looking around. "You're right, she was still alive when we left earlier."

"Can you tell how she died?" The Fatty searched for a long time but couldn't find any wounds on Xiao Ting's body.

More importantly, her face was very peaceful, giving the impression that she was asleep and having a good dream.

Jiang Cheng put Xiao Ting's hand back in its original position and shook his head. "I can't tell. It looks like a natural death."

But even the Fatty knew that this was absolutely impossible.

However, the ghost-faced old woman had run out to chase them, so she shouldn't have had time to kill anyone. Moreover, looking at Xiao Ting's peaceful appearance, it didn't seem like she had been killed by such a thing.

Worried that the ghost-faced old woman would make a surprise attack, Jiang Cheng had the Fatty pick up the body, and the two of them quickly evacuated.

As they left, to make everything look more natural, Jiang Cheng casually closed the door. But just as he reached out to grab the doorknob, his eyes paused.

The doorknob was very cold, bone-chillingly so, and there was a layer of wet water stains on it.