In the darkness, Yu Xing lost his sense of touch and felt that he was floating in someone else's dream.

Two voices appeared, one after the other, as if they were having a conversation.

One voice was hoarse and deep: "Are you my psychiatrist?"

The other voice, gentle but unquestionable, replied: "Yes, from today onwards, I will be responsible for your psychological intervention."

"Doctor, I am perfectly normal. I'm afraid you will be wasting your time."

"I will make my own judgment."

...

After a brief silence, the gentle voice disappeared, leaving only the hoarse voice, which sounded probing:

"Doctor? Doctor? Wake up, doctor... Hehe, can't wake up, can you? I told you earlier not to interfere with me."

The owner of the voice became excited: "Now that I have you, you will pay for delaying my plans during this time. I will take your body... Hahaha..."

The voice ended with a maniacal laughter, and just as Yu Xing was about to comment on how unpleasant the laughter sounded, his perception was forcibly cut off.

...

Through the fabric of his clothes, Yu Xing felt a hard and cold metal surface against his back, causing his consciousness to gradually recover. He slightly opened his eyes and a bright light shot straight at him. The pain in his eyes made him instinctively cover his face with the back of his hand.

The bright light was too dazzling, and Yu Xing felt like he was going blind.

"Who's shining the shadowless lamp in my face...?" In an instant, he recognized that the bright light was coming from a surgical shadowless lamp. His complaint was barely audible. He checked his body and found that everything was normal, with no soreness or pain. So he turned his head and sat up, avoiding the shadowless lamp above his head.

As he moved, his pants seemed to have touched something, and with a "clang," a surgical knife fell to the ground.

"... " Yu Xing moved his hand away, rubbed his confused head, and quietly looked around.

Hmm.

He seemed to be sitting on an operating table... no, a dissecting table.

Some non-bloodstained gauze and scissors were casually thrown on the table. If he hadn't been careful, he might have been poked by them.

His top and pants were the common patient gowns, a bit loose, with no signs of being undone. As for his body, it was still his own.

This dissecting table was located in a small room of about twenty square meters. The overhead incandescent light was on, making the whole room bright. Yu Xing reached out and turned off the shadowless lamp, balancing the light in the room.

There were some small instruments around the dissecting table, and a metal tray was placed on the right side, containing more delicate knives. The scene didn't look good.

Especially on the wooden shelves against the wall, there were bottles and jars soaking various organs that belonged to unknown people. The smell of formalin couldn't be suppressed and entered his nostrils, connecting this room with words like "dissection, death, and murder."

The smell of formalin stimulated Yu Xing, causing him to sneeze. He touched his nose and carefully stepped off the table, walking barefoot on the clean floor.

"Based on the two voices and the role analysis of the system, I should be the 'doctor'." Since there was no one around and Yu Xing didn't see any cameras or similar devices, he moved his body freely and walked straight to the table in the corner of the room.

The table was filled with bottles and jars, some containing chemicals, some empty. The most peculiar thing was that there was a bottle of salt mixed among the bottles.

But none of this mattered. In a prominent position on the table, there was a small black box emitting a red light. It displayed the time as "02:59:01," and the numbers were decreasing continuously, accompanied by a ticking sound, creating a sense of urgency.

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Yu Xing didn't touch the box but noticed a crumpled note underneath it. He pulled it out.

"Hi, annoying doctor."

"You already know where you are, right? Yes, it's my secret garden, the place you've always wanted to find."

"Listen, doctor, your arrogance disgusts me. Now that I have brought you here, I'll give you a chance, how about it?"

"Within three hours, if you can escape through the door, you can write a report about everything you discovered today and give it to your damn boss. If you can't escape... I will tie you back to the dissecting table and continue what I didn't finish earlier, oh?"

"Go and experience fear, go and save your life! Hahaha... I'm watching you."

"Oh, it's exactly this kind of plot. Three hours must be the game process, as the system also suggests." After reading the note, Yu Xing crumpled it up and threw it into the trash can. He walked to the door of the small room and turned the handle.

The door opened.

Yu Xing peeked outside and saw a large space with ample lighting. Within his field of vision, he could see an empty hall with orderly arranged iron beds used for corpses, covered with half-opened white cloth but no bodies.

"No need to rush, let me think first..." Yu Xing muttered as he closed the door again and walked around the room. "The main storyline hint is obvious on the surface, nothing much to say. Let's start by sorting out the relationships between the characters."

He stopped in front of the jars on the wall. "I am the doctor, but what is the identity of the other person? From what I see now, are they the criminal? A deranged killer?"

Obviously, his role as a doctor was in a disadvantaged position. In this deduction, he would mostly be led by the other person.

But Yu Xing didn't want that.

"By understanding a person's abilities and personality, I have the capital to resist. After all, for the friend who left the note, they are familiar with the doctor, not me."

"From the environment, this person seems to be clean and tidy, as they would clean up. But the dissecting table is messy, indicating that their emotions are different when dealing with corpses compared to their daily life. Nervousness, excitement, and other emotions can cause abnormal behavior. In short, the other person has a special emotional connection to the corpses."

"So, the other person is at least not a professional who regularly comes into contact with corpses."

After scanning the messy room, Yu Xing pointed at the glass jars with distinct fingers and then casually picked up one that had a finger soaking in it. Without hesitation, he opened it and smelled it.

The smell was easily recognizable to Yu Xing. He murmured, "Soaking the body in a 3% to 5% formalin solution can achieve long-term preservation. The operation is correct, indicating that the person who left the note... let's call them the killer for now, either has some medical knowledge or doesn't reject the internet and knows how to use it for criminal activities."

Some psychologically twisted people can be easily identified. They carry an aura that is out of sync with others and are paranoid, living in their own "correct world" in their minds.

There are also psychologically twisted people who appear normal on the surface, perhaps your neighbors, colleagues, or friends.

Yu Xing believed that this killer belonged to the second type. Not only did the details reveal this information, but the fact that the killer initiated a probe in their conversation was enough to prove this point.

"This killer has normal social interactions. While committing crimes, they need to be concerned about their reputation in society."

He closed the jar and put it back, then picked up a larger one. Inside was an arm.

Yu Xing opened the lid and rolled up his sleeves, directly immersing his clean hand into the formalin solution, feeling the joints of the arm in the jar.

"Hmm?" He paused for a moment. "There is rigor mortis... the muscles are stiff and contracted slightly, and the joints cannot bend. Does that mean the owner of this arm died within one to two days?"

"Yes, it's fresh. It seems that this killer isn't involved in grave robbing or body snatching."

Confirming this, Yu Xing restored the jar, wiped his hand on the nearby white cloth, and then searched the small room again but found no special items. So, he selected a knife that looked pleasing to him from the iron tray and held it in his hand, then opened the door and entered the hall.

The hall was over four hundred square meters, with almost every three meters having an iron bed for corpses, neatly arranged. There were no bodies on the beds, only half-opened white cloth.

"The killer should be a respectable person in their daily life." Yu Xing casually walked around and found that the hall connected to three places.

First, the main door.

The main door had a password lock, and without any clues, he definitely couldn't open it. His ultimate goal in this game was to open this door and escape.

Second, the locked room.

On the left side of the hall, there was a locked door, and he didn't know what it was used for.

Third, the kitchen and the restroom.

...These two places were not combined, just close to each other, and neither was locked.

In short, after surveying the space, he could be sure that no one else was present except for him. Otherwise, he would have seen them.

"The last sentence on the note, the killer said they are watching me." Yu Xing pondered. In this deduction game, was the killer a human or a specter?

This couldn't be confirmed for now. After circling around for a while, he decided to search for clues in the kitchen and restroom.

The kitchen was spacious, semi-open, with two tomatoes left on the cutting board. There was also an egg beater and beaten egg yolks nearby.

"Are you preparing to make tomato scrambled eggs? But it seems that the salt is in the dissecting room. Will it taste good without salt?" Yu Xing clicked his tongue twice.

On the other side of the cutting board, a pot of water was boiling. It was an automatic kettle that had become popular in recent years. When the small light under it went out, it meant the water had boiled.

Everything indicated that just a moment ago, there was someone here.

Perhaps, just a minute before Yu Xing entered the kitchen, there was someone cooking here.

Where did that person go?

Various questions converged, and Yu Xing could only say, "Unfortunately, I can't enjoy the sound effect of boiling water in a horror game."

When Yu Xing arrived in the kitchen, he was a bit thirsty, so he carefully rinsed his hands under the kitchen faucet and then eagerly opened the refrigerator.

There were some vegetables and meat in the refrigerator, but no drinks.

"Really? No bottled water?" Yu Xing disappointedly planned to close the refrigerator when he caught sight of a piece of paper tucked among the vegetables.

He reached out and took out the note, which was written in messy blood-red letters on white paper:

"Do you have time to eat and drink? I only gave you three hours!"