Chapter 179: You're Way Too Reckless
The monster's body was torn apart, and the corridor seemed to rain black snow. Zhang Ya stood amidst it, her black hair devouring the resentment of those lanky creatures, her red dress growing ever more vivid.
"She seems to have gotten stronger again..." Chen Ge's eyelids twitched.
Zhang Ya's favorability toward him was skyrocketing at an alarming rate. What if one day she broke through some bottleneck and accidentally "mis-killed" him?
On the surface, she appeared quiet and innocent, but when she actually fought, her enemies were either torn apart or devoured—she was practically the ultimate villain from a fairy tale.
"Let's get out of the Third Psychiatric Hospital first." Chen Ge took the initiative to walk toward Zhang Ya, intending to call her to leave.
At this point, only one of the three monsters remained alive—the one with its eyes gouged out. It was covered in wounds, and the faces on its body were all wailing. Even Chen Ge couldn't bear to watch anymore: "Zhang Ya, it's already miserable enough. Stop torturing it and just kill it outright. We need to hurry up and leave. This place isn't safe to stay."
The monster on the ground glared with its one remaining eye, tears of blood nearly streaming out. It struggled desperately against the black hair, and the faces on its body let out piercing screams simultaneously.
"Is it calling for help? Forget about it, let's go!" Chen Ge, holding the pig-slaughtering knife, took a few steps before realizing Zhang Ya was still rooted in place, her black hair tightly coiled around the monster's legs.
On the other side of the corridor, countless crimson blood threads wrapped around the monster's upper body, seemingly trying to rescue it.
The stench in the air grew heavier. As Zhang Ya and those blood threads deadlocked, the true monster of the Third Psychiatric Hospital slowly awakened.
More and more blood threads surged from the walls and floor cracks. Some wrapped around the monster's upper body, while others spread toward Zhang Ya's feet.
"What's controlling these blood threads?" Chen Ge gripped the pig-slaughtering knife, wanting to go help Zhang Ya, but before he could get close, he saw the monster's lanky body torn in two.
Most of it was wrapped in blood threads and fled downstairs, while Zhang Ya only managed to snatch a small part.
This was the first time Zhang Ya had come out on the losing end, but in Chen Ge's view, surviving in this situation was already a good outcome.
He was about to persuade Zhang Ya to leave, but before he could speak, he saw a tidal wave of black hair surge from behind her. That red dress charged straight downstairs!
The blood threads along the way were shredded, and Zhang Ya quickly disappeared at the end of the fourth-floor corridor.
Cold wind rushed into Chen Ge's open mouth. He paused for a second or two before snapping back to reality: "She dares to chase after that?"
Staring at the dark, deep corridor, countless terrifying images flashed through his mind. Reason told him the best course now was to flee the Third Psychiatric Hospital. Things had gone beyond expectations, and sometimes giving up was the right choice.
He wanted to leave, but Zhang Ya had charged in alone. She might even be tricked into entering the blood door.
Beyond that door lay countless dangers, hiding all kinds of monsters. Zhang Ya could easily end up at a disadvantage.
The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became. Veins bulged on Chen Ge's face. He viciously slammed the pig-slaughtering knife into the wall: "Reckless! Absolutely reckless!"
After saying that, gritting his teeth, he grabbed the knife and chased after her.
Behind him, on the bulging bedding, the white cat's heterochromatic eyes showed confusion. This guy complained out loud, but his body ran faster than anyone else. Truly, the living were just dramatic.
Chen Ge ran all the way to the second floor without seeing Zhang Ya. More and more bloodstains appeared on the walls, making his heart pound.
"The blood threads on the third and fourth floors have all been cleared, but only some on the second floor are destroyed. Zhang Ya probably encountered resistance here."
He couldn't see Zhang Ya on the second floor either, so he had to run down to the first floor.
On the dark red corridor, there was no one. Chen Ge cautiously stepped into it: "Has Zhang Ya already charged into the blood door?"
He reached the door of Ward Three. The originally closed door was now wide open, clearly indicating someone had passed through here recently.
Chen Ge picked up the skull-crushing hammer from the ground. He glanced at his backpack—the rooster had died without a sound, not even a cry.
"Wait outside? Or go in to find her?" There was no sound from beyond the door. Chen Ge couldn't make up his mind.
Going inside meant facing all kinds of dangers he might not handle.
Waiting outside, if Zhang Ya was harmed inside, once the monsters had free hands, his chances of survival wouldn't be high either.
Grabbing the door, Chen Ge's fingers tightened. He took a breath and pulled out the nearly crushed ballpoint pen from his pocket.
"Midnight has passed. I need to use today's prediction opportunity." Chen Ge held the pen upright, hovering it over the bulging bedding: "Pen Spirit, what should I do now to protect myself while bringing Zhang Ya out?"
Without any hesitation, the pen spirit wrote two words on the bedding—Enter the door.
"You answered way too fast! Be serious!"
Chen Ge put the pen away, looked at the door, and finally made up his mind.
He took out his phone, which had only a sliver of battery left, and quickly said to Door Nan: "Didn't you say some memories that aren't yours would surface in your mind? Do any of those memories include a blood-red scene?"
"Yes."
"Think carefully about those memories that aren't yours. Tell me what to watch out for in the blood-red scene." Chen Ge was truly ready to go all out this time. Without Zhang Ya, he would have been possessed by the monster already, and besides, he might need her help many times in the future.
"The extra memories related to blood-red are very few, and the ones that exist all happen in the same scene." Door Nan thought for a moment: "It's a completely sealed single room, no windows, only one door. The space is narrow, with a wooden bed. There are restraints by the bed, and some instruments at the head—it looks like an electrotherapy room."
"Electrotherapy?"
"Yes. In the memories, various monsters enter that room at regular intervals. They tie ropes to the bed and whisper to each other, as if saying not to wake it up." Just thinking about this made Door Nan's head feel like it was being pricked with needles. His voice was pained: "I can't see those monsters clearly. I only know one of them seems to have a disfigured face, and that disfigured monster once mentioned a name—it sounded like Wu Fei."
The disfigured face and Wu Fei were both patients in the Third Psychiatric Hospital, living in Room Ten and Room Nine respectively. They were the most dangerous presences in this asylum.
"Anything else to watch out for?" Chen Ge stood at the door, fully prepared.
"There's one thing I'm not entirely sure about. Over a decade ago, when the main personality first left, he seemed to tell me something. If one day I wanted to find him, after entering the blood-red room beyond the door, I must never speak."
"Alright, I understand."
Chen Ge shut his mouth, put the phone in his pocket, gripped the skull-crushing hammer and pig-slaughtering knife, and stepped through the door.