Ye Shuang reached out and pushed open the door to another room—
The setup was nearly identical to the one Bai Yuyou had encountered earlier: a hospital bed covered with a white sheet, a hand sticking out, clutching a key.
"The key…" Ye Shuang shone his flashlight on it, immediately spotting the key gripped by the corpse.
He didn’t reach out to grab it right away, instead circling the bed and stroking his chin thoughtfully.
"Hmm… following the usual tropes, the zombie under the sheet should jump up and scare me now, followed by a chase sequence, right?"
The staff member lying under the sheet: "…"
Seriously?
Are we doing this or not?
Ye Shuang reached for the key, and the moment he grabbed it, the staff member followed the script, abruptly sitting up with a roar, "Raaah! Raaah!!"
"Kinda smelly, bro. Did you brush your teeth today?" Ye Shuang wasn’t fazed at all, grinning as if this was nothing new.
"Uh… yeah, I did." The staff member instinctively exhaled into his palm and sniffed, but detected no odor.
When he looked up again, Ye Shuang had already vanished.
Staff member: "…"
Huh? ↗
By then, Ye Shuang had reached the door leading to the second floor. Unlocking it with the key, he heard the delayed growls of the staff member charging toward him.
"Alright." Ye Shuang casually shut the door behind him.
The second floor was just as dilapidated, but a faint flickering light in the distance illuminated a sign that read [Morgue].
"What kind of hospital puts the morgue on the second floor?" Ye Shuang scoffed at the haunted house’s questionable logic before spotting a fresh piece of paper near the entrance—identical to the one downstairs.
[Find the keycard to reunite with your partner on the third floor!]
[Warning: Do not enter the morgue!]
"So, the keycard’s in the morgue?" Ye Shuang had already guessed the gimmick, but the dark, foreboding entrance to the morgue didn’t exactly inspire enthusiasm.
Still…
Bai Yuyou was waiting on the third floor. Might as well keep going.
Flashlight in hand, Ye Shuang made his way toward the morgue, the occasional banging and growling from nearby doors adding an oppressive tension, as if something might burst out at any moment.
"No wonder that couple looked so pale. Just wandering around with a flashlight like this would be too much for most people."
As he reached the morgue entrance, an electronic lock blocked his path.
[Enter a two-digit passcode.]
[Tip: The code might be written in one of the rooms. Or you could just guess starting from 01!]
Two digits? Guess?
Might as well take a shot.
Just as he considered this, several doors behind him suddenly burst open!
Shadowy figures—zombies—emerged, arms outstretched, slowly closing in with guttural growls. "Raaah…"
Dun-dun-dun!
"Okay, that’s actually pretty scary…" Ye Shuang’s lips twitched. The electronic lock demanded a guess, but the zombies were inching closer.
This haunted house must have a huge budget, hiring so many zombies.
He focused on the lock—
[Item: Electronic Lock
Based on button wear, the code might be: 03?]
Ye Shuang tried it. Incorrect.
Then, as if realizing something, he entered 30. The morgue door clicked open.
Behind him, the zombies roared and lunged, as if determined to tackle him.
Ye Shuang slipped inside and locked the door behind him.
"Whew, that was intense." The zombies continued pounding on the door. Even knowing they were just staff, the dread lingered—like watching a horror movie, where logic doesn’t stop the chills.
"Keycard." Ye Shuang scanned the morgue. It was small, with five beds, each draped in white sheets, only the pale, bluish feet exposed.
So… peel back each sheet?
"Clever."
"Hope Bai Yuyou isn’t too scared…"
——
Meanwhile, in the control room:
"Hey, why’d you just hand the key to that girl? So unprofessional!"
"And you—since when do zombies worry about bad breath? She tricked you into sniffing your hand!"
The manager watched the monitors as Ye Shuang and Bai Yuyou breezed into the second floor, barking orders into his walkie-talkie. "The guy’s in the morgue. What about the girl?"
"Just reached the second floor," came the reply.
"Good. The guy’s got nerves of steel, but at least scare the girl into crying."
"Copy that."
Bai Yuyou stood on the second floor, examining her surroundings until she found the same note.
"Do not enter the morgue." She nodded in understanding and began searching other rooms.
Inside, staff members lay in wait, motionless until the electronic lock triggered their attack.
After combing through several rooms, Bai Yuyou found only one clue:
[06]
"Where to go… morgue… can’t enter…" She murmured, recalling the warning.
Then, as if struck by an idea, she entered another room.
A "zombie" sat stiffly in a chair, unresponsive—until Bai Yuyou crouched in front of him, knees hugged to her chest, staring silently.
Staff member: "…"
Bai Yuyou: "…"
"Do you know… where I should go?" she finally asked.
The staff member remained still.
Undeterred, she moved to the next room, where another "zombie" slumped against the wall.
Again, she crouched before it, gazing intently.
Staff member: "…"
"Hello. Do you know… the way?"
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