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Chapter 517: The Cursed Hospital (Fifteen)
Chapter 517: The Cursed Hospital (Fifteen)
“That door... cannot be opened by you alone,” Feng Bu Jue added, “Only Lester can unlock it.”
“Just who exactly are you...” the hospital director’s voice darkened, “I’ve encountered otherworld travelers before, but... you’re definitely not an ordinary one.”
“Hmph... Even an ordinary person could see through your schemes,” Feng Bu Jue smirked, pointing at his own nose, “It’s because I overthink things that I sometimes miss the obvious. I should’ve noticed ‘that stench of yours’ much earlier.”
“What are you talking about?” the director frowned.
“You really don’t know?” Feng Bu Jue retorted, “Hmph... No wonder. Like most people who can’t detect their own bad breath, you’re oblivious to the coppery stench radiating from your body.” He paused, stepping closer, “In fact, I caught a faint whiff as soon as I exited the elevator. But the hospital’s overpowering disinfectant masked your metallic reek.”
Feng Bu Jue approached the director’s desk, “Judging now, your influence over the first two floors is limited. There are things there even you fear... like that little girl in Ward 125. So you hid here, trying to mislead me into your trap.”
He paused briefly, as if recalling details, “Actually... Opportunities for you to impersonate the system voice are scarce. First, task prompts can’t be faked—you can’t alter the contents of my task bar. Second, standard alerts like [Cannot Open] or [Seems Locked] are automatically generated; you’d have no chance to interfere. Therefore... your deception only works in scenarios without task updates or system prompts.”
Raising four fingers, Feng Bu Jue continued, “First instance—when I entered the scenario. If I’m not mistaken, the true opening cutscene was just that chaotic horror video on the screen. There was no narration... You added all those lines yourself.”
Dropping one finger, he went on, “Second, when I approached Pediatrics Ward. You fabricated the prompt: [The corridor ahead is shrouded in dangerous darkness. Proceed?]. Looking back, the timing and phrasing felt subtly off. But I didn’t consider the possibility of someone impersonating the system. That area doesn’t require a flashlight—each room has dim lighting, though navigating blindly would complicate finding the two X-ray films. And those films are essential for revealing the password.”
He lowered a third finger, “Third instance—the one just now... Well, the outcome was clear.” Tilting his head smugly, he added, “But fakes are always fakes. Your guidance inevitably clashed with the system’s tasks. When your plan started failing, you panicked and said those unnecessary words... Exposing yourself completely.”
The hospital director removed his gold-rimmed glasses, placing them on the desk. Glaring at Feng Bu Jue, he asked, “You listed three instances. Why raise four fingers?”
Feng Bu Jue immediately flipped his hand, revealing his middle finger with the remaining digit. The meaning was unmistakable.
“You bastard...” the director snarled, standing abruptly, “Don’t think you’ve won, otherworld traveler. You don’t even understand what’s happening here... Your actions will only get Lester killed.”
“I believe this place is a special realm between Yin and Yang,” Feng Bu Jue remained calm, lowering his arm, “Let’s call it the ‘Boundary Realm.’ The real hospital was demolished twenty-nine hours ago by the avalanche.” He pointed at the director’s nose, “You’re obviously the ‘greedy one’ the girl mentioned. To cut costs, you dared occupy this cursed land. This hospital itself is undoubtedly a shoddy project. When the avalanche hit, the building couldn’t withstand it—collapsing from top to bottom.” He spread his hands, “Only one person might’ve survived—the latecomer, buried in snow before entering the hospital gates.”
“But this cursed ground makes escape nearly impossible,” Feng Bu Jue’s expression darkened, “All the earthbound spirits here have an instinct—to trap the living as companions.”
“You’re right,” the director admitted, his gaze eerie, “Lester’s body is struggling for survival in the snow, while his soul is trapped in this Boundary Realm. The closer your consciousness gets to the realm of the living, the more intense the physical pain becomes. And as Lester nears death, other ghosts will increasingly influence you.” He paused, “Soon... you’ll be torn apart by other ghosts without me lifting a finger. Unless...”
“Ha! Unless I enter that door?” Feng Bu Jue interrupted, “Director, let me be blunt. Your ‘soul transference’ scheme will never work. I’ve already seen through your plan. You want Lester to open your ‘Door of Life,’ then use his body to return to the living world, right? A classic two-birds-with-one-stone move—escaping death’s door while making Lester your scapegoat, then living anew in his body.”
The director’s copper-marked face flushed purple with rage, cornered and desperate.
But Feng Bu Jue was the kind to kick someone when they’re down, merciless toward those he despised: “You’re truly a scumbag rotten to the core. Even as a ghost, you’ve surpassed others who perished in the avalanche. Take Count Belmont and Viktor, for instance. Like most freshly deceased souls, they haven’t realized their deaths yet. Though stronger mentally than those aimless ghosts, they’re nothing special. But you... The moment you died, you gained near-unique data manipulation abilities. Given time, you might even reach Freddy Krueger’s (from A Nightmare on Elm Street) level.”
Stepping forward to the desk, locking eyes with his foe, Feng Bu Jue ended coldly, “Keeping you alive is a disaster...”
(End of Chapter)
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