The boy was awake?
There was no telling how many severed hands were hiding beneath the bed, and other monsters could be lurking beyond the door.
He pressed the blade against the boy's throat, his back flush against the wall as he scanned the room.
He didn't know why the severed hands were trying to stop him from hurting
Tonight's trial had spiraled completely out of control the moment he stepped through the door. Chen Ge had no idea what would happen next — this world was utterly foreign to him.
Gripping the knife tightly, his only option now was to wake Men Nan. This child was his only hope of finding a way out.
The blade was about to break the boy's skin when the severed hands suddenly stopped attacking. As though controlled by some unseen force, they all scrambled to the doorway and began hammering against the door.
The frantic knocking set Chen Ge's nerves on edge.
He had remembered Men Nan's warning and hadn't uttered a single word since entering the room — he had even been careful not to let his footsteps make too much noise.
Now the sound of knocking echoed far and wide, shattering the silence of this world beyond the door.
A sense of dread crept over Chen Ge, his heart pounding. Before long, a towering old man appeared in the doorway of the electrotherapy room.
The figure stood over six feet tall, his hair streaked with grey, dressed in a doctor's uniform. Most critically, the uniform had been soaked through with blood until it had turned entirely red.
His face was deathly pale. As Chen Ge stared at the old man, two words surfaced in his mind — Red Clothed.
Men Nan had repeatedly warned him not to make a sound, most likely to avoid attracting this very thing. Now that the monster had already appeared, there was no point in being careful anymore.
"I didn't expect anyone besides myself to come in here." The old man had a kind face and looked amiable enough — provided you ignored the blood-soaked clothes. "This is no place for you. Put the child down and leave quickly."
Chen Ge didn't budge. The boy was the only bargaining chip he had — he absolutely could not let go of him.
The blade remained pressed to the boy's throat as he stared at the old man in the doorway. The longer he looked, the more terrifying the figure became.
The old man's hands were slightly deformed, as though something had struck them hard recently. That kindly face was wrong too — it held none of the vitality of the living, as if it were painted on with mortuary makeup.
This guy had been dead for a long time.
Thanks to his mortuary makeup talent, Chen Ge reached that judgment almost instantly.
Seeing that Chen Ge didn't respond, the old man's expression didn't change. He took a step forward, attempting to enter the room.
Sensing the movement, Chen Ge immediately pressed the blade deeper. The boy's eyelids fluttered faintly — he seemed to feel the pain and showed signs of waking up.