"Would you believe the testimony of ntal patients? What if they say it’s done by mushrooms?"
"............"
"Please, may I ask........."
At this mont, Chitanda also uneasily asked.
"Where did all those doctors and nurses go?"
Just now, Chitanda didn’t dare to look directly at the scene, only glancing around. Then she noticed that the dical staff who had been accompanying the patients were nowhere to be seen.
"Who knows? Maybe they went to catch the culprit, or maybe they are the culprits."
"Hmm... but, I think sothing’s strange."
"Hmm?"
"Why did they change the chairs?"
"What do you an?"
Upon hearing Chitanda’s confused inquiry, Duanmu Huai curiously glanced at her, and Chitanda spoke up.
"Actually, I noticed the color of the chairs in the hall changed."
"Changed?"
"Yes, initially the patients were sitting on yellow and blue chairs, but when we went back in, they had turned white and green."
"??? Is there such a thing?"
Duanmu Huai looked at Banai doubtfully, the latter frowned and thought for a mont.
"Hmm, it seems I’ve seen it... but I can’t quite rember."
"You rember so clearly, huh."
"As long as I’ve seen sothing, I can rember it clearly."
"Oh... I see."
Duanmu Huai could sowhat understand why Chitanda didn’t like mystery and horror novels. Others might forget after reading them, but if Chitanda genuinely has a photographic mory, then once she sees sothing, she’ll rember it — no wonder she doesn’t like them.
Because she can’t forget.
"What about the material?"
"They should be plastic."
That’s not surprising either.
Duanmu Huai pondered for a mont, then stood up.
"Let’s take another look."
As he spoke, Duanmu Huai led the two back to the main entrance of the West Wing. Then, Duanmu Huai grabbed the door handle and pulled the door open.
Inside the room, the corpse remained, along with the ntal patients who seed to ignore it.
They sat in chairs, each engaged in their activities.
"How about now?"
Duanmu Huai glanced at Chitanda again and asked. The latter scanned the surroundings, then fixed her gaze on an old man on the left side, the latter curled up, rocking in his chair.
"The teacup in front of him... it was originally white, now it’s dark green."
"You can tell? I couldn’t see the difference at all."
Banai looked at the teacup curiously and scrutinized it carefully.
"Oh."
Duanmu Huai closed the door and opened it again.
"This ti it’s the chandelier’s lampshade..."
Close the door, open it.
"The cover of that book changed from Japanese to English..."
Duanmu Huai continued to open and close the door. Gradually, not only did Chitanda notice the abnormality, even Banai realized sothing was off. For example, the originally white walls turned earthy yellow, and the floor, initially tiled, beca wooden.
"What is going on here?"
"Just verifying so things."
Later, Duanmu Huai opened the door at an increasing speed, and gradually, not only did the inside encounter issues, but the corridor where the three were standing began to tremble.
And Duanmu Huai stared at the door in front of him, looking solemn.
Speaking of which, if it weren’t for Chitanda’s reminder, Duanmu Huai would have indeed forgotten.
The situation in this world is sowhat different from other places.
From Puberty Syndro to later ghost stories, everything follows a basic principle.
ntal influences reality.
Then the question arises: would the sa principle apply in a place full of ntal patients?
Now it seems, it’s the sa here!
However, the changes that the reality and ntal realms can bear have limits.
It’s like playing a computer ga, constantly refreshing the map, eventually causing a crash!
Now, it’s just like this———!
"Bang!!"
After opening and closing the door countless tis, when Duanmu Huai opened the door again, everything in front of him changed instantly!
Relentless flas spewed from inside the door, frightening Banai and Chitanda to step back, while Duanmu Huai stood still, allowing the flas to wash over him.
However, the flas passed through Duanmu Huai’s body as if they had no substance. Subsequently, a horrific scene unfolded before everyone.
Doctors and patients shouted, yelled, and attacked each other. They picked up anything they could hold and smashed it against anyone they could reach. It didn’t matter who the other person was; as long as they were near, they would be attacked indiscriminately. The entire hall plunged into extre chaos.
"What is happening?"
Banai looked at this scene in astonishnt, unable to comprehend. She had seen online discussions about patients rebelling against doctors, but now it seed completely different. Not only did patients attack doctors, but even doctors attacked each other, as if everyone held deep-seated animosity towards one another.
While Duanmu Huai just stood there, watching the scene, then shut the door again.
"Bang!"
The scene before them instantly turned dark and gloomy. When Banai and Chitanda ca to their senses, they found themselves standing in a dilapidated corridor, dust, cobwebs, and wrapped vines all indicating that this place had long been abandoned. Food bags and drink bottles were strewn across the floor.
"So that’s what it is..." Duanmu Huai muttered to himself as he stared at the tightly closed door, then turned and walked toward the main door.
"Alright, we can leave now, there’s nothing more for us here."
"Hey? Are we back to the original world? What exactly happened?"
At this mont, Banai and Chitanda hurriedly followed Duanmu Huai, while asking their questions.
"Actually, you’ve seen it too; it’s quite simple."
"Simple?"
"Yes, doctors, nurses, patients, everyone went crazy, so they started fighting."
"What about the fire?"
"No one set a fire. In that chaotic situation, perhaps a fire broke out accidentally sowhere. If it were ordinary people, they might escape, but as you know, these aren’t ordinary people."
Duanmu Huai casually brushed off the question, but the truth wasn’t exactly as he said.
He had already figured out the truth.
It was apparent; this place had lost balance due to an accumulation of twisted minds, eventually opening a path to connect to Subspace. At the mont Subspace was connected, everyone here was subjected to a strong ntal stimulus from Subspace, ultimately causing insanity—a known phenonon, as most people would suffer ntal collapse just sensing Subspace, places like this naturally being more sensitive.
Afterward, the consciousness of those who died after being dragged into Subspace gradually settled down, like leaves floating in water, slowly sinking to the bottom, piling up layer by layer. What Duanmu Huai and the others encountered was the topmost "leaf." What made Duanmu Huai realize this was Chitanda’s question.
Even in collective mory, everyone’s focus varies, and every ti Duanmu Huai opened the door, it was equivalent to changing perspectives and refreshing mory. The reason he kept opening and closing the door was to flip up all the leaves that originally sank "below," to seize the Subspace crack concealed among them.
Luckily, he finally found it.
The next thing to do is just one.
Duanmu Huai returned to the car, picked up his phone, and called his assistant.
"I’ll give you an address, find out who owns the place now, and buy it."
Then, Duanmu Huai quickly issued the order.
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