"I ask, you answer."

Ji Jue said, "If I'm not satisfied with the answer, I'll stuff this bullet into your mouth. At that point, the Mutant will start to burst from your stomach, and you can even enjoy the sight of your spiritual soul crumbling into its new Mutant form. Understand?"

The man nodded frantically, not daring to hesitate.

He thought he could easily manipulate the newbie, but now, the newbie had transformed into a life-threatening Evil Spirit, which almost scared him into wetting himself, let alone resisting.

In the following few minutes, the man didn't even need Ji Jue to ask; he confessed everything in detail.

Zhao Zhou, male, thirty-five, from Tide City, a Ruins Chosen One, hired by the Security Bureau, originally a member of the patrol team outside Spring City Cave, suddenly got swept into this place.

Even earlier than Ji Jue.

As he said, the flow of internal time was completely different. Although they entered Time Ruins only a few hours apart, in Time Ruins, several weeks had already passed.

As for the other's discovery... there was none.

Because, aside from hunkering down in the office, obediently following hospital rules, and absolutely not doing any work beyond that, pushing all his tasks onto others, the obstetrics and gynecology department was the most relaxed part of the hospital, not having many patients.

As long as one followed the hospital rules, they wouldn't invite attacks from the patients. As long as they stayed inside the office, those outside couldn't get to them. Purely by clinging on and surviving, he had managed to make it until now.

One can only admire both the tenacity of their will to survive and the extent of their uselessness.

From the trembling confession of the other party, Ji Jue understood: after entering this place, the Chosen Ones seemed to change, no longer needing sleep or food, not feeling hunger or fatigue.

Likewise, they also found it hard to die...

Even if they lost their hands, had their hearts gouged out, lost their legs or internal organs, they could still live, and even the pain was minimal.

Regrettably, this wasn't good news.

Because here, whether other doctors or patients, everyone drooled over these newly arrived doctors.

They would continuously search for any mistakes or violations of hospital rules, then plunder their flesh and spiritual soul.

In the end, after losing all their flesh and spiritual soul, they would be sent to the morgue. After a few days, with different faces, they would appear among the patients waiting outside...

He had already seen several Chosen Ones, because of violating hospital rules or making mistakes, torn to shreds by that monster known as Director Qian.

Escape was useless, for there was nowhere to run.

Begging for mercy was futile, it only made those monsters more ravenous and greedy.

They had already fallen into Hell.

"What about that Director Qian and the other doctors, how often do they appear?" Ji Jue asked.

"I, I haven't seen them much."

Zhao Zhou, trembling, his expression twitching, said, "Previously I heard from someone else, from another department... that the chief physicians of each department aren't here, they only occasionally show up or assign tasks, most of the time, they seem to be in another building."

Outside the window, through the hazy fog, a squat inpatient building.

As if forever enveloped by wails and screams. Like a living entity, the walls oozed flesh. The windows, like blood-filled eyes, had dim crimson slowly trickling down.

"Alright."

Ji Jue shook his head, seeing no further clues to extract, he asked the final question: "When did you die?"

"What... what do you mean..."

Zhao Zhou's expression twitched again, his eyes widening in shock. "I, I..."

"Think carefully, senior."

Ji Jue sighed, releasing his grip. "You've been skulking here for so long, is your memory still coherent? How much of your spiritual essence is left? Is your soul truly intact?

Your heart, your lungs, your right eye, and your... brain, where have they gone?"

"..."

Zhao Zhou's eyes widened, his expression suddenly freezing. On his face, it was as if an illusion shattered, revealing the fragmented face beneath the instinctive disguise, the empty eye sockets.

And, on the skull, that gash covered by a wig, and the emptiness within.

"I... I... died?" He stared straight at Ji Jue, filled with shock and pleading: "How could I be dead? I am clearly still alive, I..."

Then, he finally remembered.

A few days prior… no, how long had it been? A week? Or longer?

Inside the delivery room, the shrill cries of pain.

"My child is dead, you owe me my child, you owe me my child..."

The blood-soaked delivery bed, that eerie woman, fiercely grabbing his hand, her ferocious expression gradually becoming gentle, and when she smiled, it sent chills down his spine: "You become my child, my dear, come to Mommy's tummy, good baby..."

What happened after that?

Zhao Zhou couldn't remember.

The only thing echoing in his fragmented consciousness was the continuous chewing sound, wailing, laughter, and gradually louder crying of a baby.

He finally remembered.

He had already...

In that instant, the last bit of relentless intention of the Chosen One Zhao Zhou dissipated.

His terrified and twisted expression gradually calmed, becoming numb and vacant, like a clay puppet with no more breath or thoughts.

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