Not a sound. Only the rhythm of his own breath filled the silence. Dr. Chen edged forward blindly after stepping inside, gripping a power drill and the electroshock device he’d found earlier.
Neither offered him even a trace of security.
*Huff—!*
A chill brushed his skin. Dr. Chen shivered, pressing his back flat against the wall, fingers trailing its surface as he inched deeper into the room.
This place housed a psychotic Malevolent Ghost capable of dismembering a person in seconds—far more terrifying than being locked in a cage with a starving lion. He dared not make a sound, fearing it might stir the thing.
But… his mission was to eliminate it. Without light, how could he even find it?
“Hm? What’s this?”
After shuffling along the wall for a while, his foot bumped into something. Still holding the electroshock device, he crouched and reached down.
First, layers of fabric. Beneath them, something soft…
“Ah…”
A low moan echoed from the darkness. He kept feeling, confused—he’d never touched anything like this before.
“P-please… don’t kill me.” The voice sounded familiar. Glasses Girl.
“Glasses Girl?” Dr. Chen lifted his hand slightly—brushed a chin still warm, then the thick frames of her glasses.
“It’s you?” Recognizing his voice, she didn’t hesitate. She threw her arms around him.
“Waaah… Someone’s finally here! P-please, get me out… I’m begging you!”
Glasses Girl knew how to sway a man: soft voice, tearful plea, body pressing close. Few could resist.
“What happened?” Dr. Chen shoved her off firmly. He wouldn’t carry dead weight—if the Malevolent Ghost struck now, she’d be a liability.
“We… found a diary on the director’s desk. It explained why the hospital turned haunted.”
She summarized it quickly: a medical accident killed Patient No. 4. To keep the annual subsidy, the director covered it up. He, the doctors, and guards buried the body. That was the start.
Built on yin ground with poor feng shui, and fueled by the victim’s rage, the patient became a Malevolent Ghost. He slaughtered everyone. Trapped by the cursed land, the victims turned into wandering spirits, unable to reincarnate. The director suffered worst—dismembered into five pieces—her resentment twisting her into a monstrous entity. Why the ghost didn’t devour the others? Dr. Chen had no idea.
“What about Brother Li?”
“He said the Boss gave him a high-tier ghost-sealing talisman. So we dared to enter… Then—" Her voice trembled. “He lunged from the dark. Tore Brother Li apart. Smashed the glow stick. Fluorescent liquid splashed all over *him*. He went berserk—slamming into walls, scraping the glow off his skin. I… hid here. Didn’t dare breathe. Later, the glow faded. He went quiet.”
“So you just stayed hidden?”
“Mm… Hold me tight? I’m scared.” She pressed against him again, deliberately brushing her chest against his arm.
“Get off! *I’m* more scared!”
Dr. Chen pushed her away. He wasn’t afraid of the psychotic ghost inside—he feared his wife lurking outside.
If she walked in and saw him clinging to another woman? Even with a hundred mouths to explain, it wouldn’t save him.
His end would mirror the spirits’: shredded to mincemeat by her hair.
“You…” Glasses Girl paused, then spoke softly. “Everyone gave you the cold shoulder earlier. Only I was kind—because I knew you were special. Coming here alone proves you’re stronger than Brother Li.”
Flattery. Dr. Chen barely heard it. His mind was elsewhere.
“Oh.”
“I—I was forced! If I disobeyed Brother Li, I’d die. There was *nothing* between us!” She assumed his coldness was jealousy, rushing to distance herself from the dead man.
This time, Dr. Chen caught every word. A cold laugh escaped him.
“Nothing between you? So what were you two doing alone in that room? Discussing philosophy?”
