There was nothing else inside the wardrobe. After closing its door,
"The four corners of the wardrobe have been nailed with four blood-red nails, and every crack has been sealed with transparent tape. The reason this wardrobe has remained intact inside the Third Ward for so long is probably related to these arrangements."
He wanted to pry the red nails out and take them with him, but after struggling for a long time, he still couldn't manage it. The four nails were driven deep into the corners of the wardrobe, as though they had already fused with it.
"These four nails seem to be something unusual. Next time I have a chance, I'll come during the day and pull them out."
Chen Ge had spent too much time inside the director's office. He had no idea what the situation was like outside.
Stepping out of the inner room, the white cat leaped onto his shoulder with a "swoop," refusing to come down no matter what.
Creeping forward, Chen Ge carried the skull-crushing hammer to the office door. He didn't dare walk straight out, worried that the nurse and Deformed Face might be guarding the entrance.
Holding the hammer, Chen Ge pressed his ear against the door panel and listened to the sounds outside. After more than ten seconds, he did pick up something unusual.
From the far end of the corridor and drawing closer, the sound of doors opening and closing came in a steady rhythm — as if someone was checking each room one by one.
He cracked the office door open just a sliver. The pitch-black corridor stretched on endlessly into the darkness, and within the dense blackness, something was faintly swaying.
The figure was growing clearer and clearer, moving in and out of various rooms.
"A white nurse's uniform. Is this thing looking for her notebook?" Chen Ge had already identified her. He gripped the iron hammer tight, weighing whether to strike her or fall back for now.
The nurse's body was twisted and contorted, her gait unsteady and stumbling — she couldn't even keep her balance — yet her speed was unnervingly fast. From a distance, the sight was genuinely terrifying.
"This thing probably spotted me on the third floor. If the sound of a door opening hadn't happened to ring out at that exact moment, she and I might have already clashed. This monster doesn't mean me well, and leaving her alive could only lead to more complications. Better to use the notebook as bait while I still have the upper hand and take her out first." Chen Ge had remained composed throughout, calmly weighing the most advantageous option. "The inner room of the director's office has plenty of space. Even if I don't kill her, it'll be easy to chase her down. And I can also test whether the pig-slaughter knife is truly effective against these dark things."
Chen Ge placed the notebook in front of the wardrobe, tucked the envelope away, and ducked inside the wardrobe with the white cat.
He settled into a comfortable position. Not a few minutes later, the door to the director's office was pushed open.
The nurse with her twisted body spotted the notebook in the inner room right away. She didn't come straight for it — the monster had an inexplicable dread of wardrobes. Only after hesitating for a long, long time did she stagger crookedly into the inner room.
Chen Ge watched her every move from inside the wardrobe. The moment she bent down to pick up the notebook, he seized his chance, burst through the wardrobe door, and swung the hammer straight at the nurse.
The grotesque hammerhead crashed into the nurse's body, smashing her already deformed form further out of shape.
Without giving her time to recover, Chen Ge whipped out the pig-slaughter knife in a reverse grip. The red cloth fluttered down as the blade plunged into the nurse's uniform.
A tearing sound rang out by his ear. The nurse's top was ripped open, and no blood flowed from where the blade had cut — but he could clearly feel that a portion of her body was now missing.