Chapter 11: Help Me Take Off My Clothes

Wu Chang slowly turned his head, looked at Dr. Charles behind him, whose eyes were wide open and who was clearly not sleepwalking, and waved a greeting.

"What a coincidence, Dr. Charles, are you sleepwalking here too?"

The Charles before him looked even more haggard than during the day, one could even say wretched.

From the outside, he, like the other medical staff in the corridor, had clearly been through a struggle with the white uniform on his body.

Although all ten of his fingernails had been torn off and one arm had been mangled into a bloody pulp by the white uniform, he had also torn several large rips in the white uniform with his hands.

The white uniform now hung loosely on him, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

Wu Chang scanned the corridor and found that only Charles remained awake, and only Charles had broken free of the white uniform.

He had originally thought the white uniform granted the medical staff special privileges, protecting their safety, but now it seemed the white uniform was more like a shackle.

Charles slowly advanced, asking word by word: "I ask you what you saw in your dream—was it fascia blooming from organs, maggots swaying on a grassland, fat boiling on dunes, or pupils deep as the ocean floor?"

Wu Chang retreated as Charles advanced, "Sorry, I don't dream when I sleep."

One advancing, one retreating, just as they were about to step into the area where the many sleepwalking medical staff were, Wu Chang stopped his feet, not intending to retreat any further.

He shouted loudly: "I report that Dr. Charles has violated the fifth article of the admission guidelines, and is also trying to assault me."

At these words, Charles's body visibly trembled, wanting to turn and flee—one could see that even on the verge of madness, he still held awe for the hospital rules.

But after a few seconds, finding that Wu Chang's shout received no response, the fear on Charles's face faded, and he returned to madness, saying triumphantly:

"Shout all you want, it's nighttime now, they're all forced by the rules into sleep, no one will stop us."

Wu Chang shook his head—didn't they say that once a doctor was found asking about delusions, medical staff would come to handle it? This admission guideline isn't working either.

"Is anyone going to do something?"

As expected, this shout also received no response.

"Then I'll have to handle it myself."

He sighed, flicked his hand, and Silver Dawn appeared directly in his hand from his storage space, the muzzle aimed at Charles's chest, firing a silver bullet.

Charles hadn't expected Wu Chang to carry a firearm on him; before the expression on his face could change, the silver bullet had already pierced his chest.

The scorching bullet turned into a ball of flame on Charles's chest; the flame grew with the wind, and in the blink of an eye completely wrapped Charles, turning him into a human torch.

The burning Charles let out spine-chilling screams, scrambling and crawling as he fled into the distance.

Wu Chang, who had the good habit of finishing off enemies, naturally wouldn't let Charles go, and immediately gave chase.

During the chase he tried firing several times, but his proficient-level firearm skill couldn't support hitting a high-speed moving target—not only did he fail to deal additional damage, he wasted two silver bullets.

One chasing, one fleeing, Wu Chang soon cornered Charles in a dead end.

Charles curled up in the corner; as the flames died down, one could see his entire body charred black, the Maillard reaction perfectly executed, emanating a rich meaty aroma.

The aroma of roasting meat made the other sleepwalking medical staff drool at the corners of their mouths—if they woke from their dreams, they would surely say to Charles, "Bro, you smell so good."

Wu Chang was about to fire two more shots, but saw that the amplitude of Charles's trembling from pain was decreasing, his screams turning into relieved gasps, and a hoarse "Thank you."

Wu Chang's brows knitted together—how is he thanking me? Don't tell me I ran into a masochist.

A gust of wind blew the ash off the surface of Charles's charred body, letting him see Charles's physical condition clearly.

The damage from the silver bullet was considerable, but while the flames burned Charles's flesh and blood, they also burned away the white uniform and his last thread of connection with it, causing the already tattered uniform to completely peel off him.

Charles, now completely free of the white uniform's restraints, slowly rose from his crouch, stretching his body with a face full of pleasure.

"Thank you for your help, letting me finally get rid of that damned thing."

Wu Chang sensed something was wrong and immediately fired, but this time the bullet only hit Charles's afterimage.

He only felt a black shadow flash before his eyes, and Charles was already in front of him, gripping his throat and shoving him backward.

The next moment, he was as if struck by a speeding dump truck, his feet left the ground, and he flew backward five or six meters before slamming into the wall and stopping. "What did you see in your dream?" Charles, with one hand gripping Wu Chang's throat, pinned Wu Chang against the wall and asked again.

Wu Chang: "……"

Charles grew a bit angry, "My patience is limited, I'll ask you one last time—what did you see in your dream? Speak, or die."

Wu Chang: "……"

"." Charles's eyes flashed with killing intent, preparing to act.

"Mm…" Wu Chang mustered all his strength, raised his arm, and patted the hand Charles had around his throat.

Charles came to his senses, loosened his grip, let Wu Chang slide down the wall, and plop down on the ground.

Wu Chang, while gasping for breath, picked up a fragment of white uniform from the ground, threaded it onto a piece of wire to make a white flag, and held it above his head waving it.

Charles's attack this time nearly made him see his life flash before his eyes.

If he didn't have body attributes nearly twice that of an ordinary person, he would already be sitting in a little boat seeing his great-grandmother on the other side of the river.

A half-crippled elite monster, casually making a move nearly instantly killed him.

At this moment he experienced the charm of high-level dungeon stats.

Teammates? Where are my teammates? A little help here!

Seeing Wu Chang gradually catching his breath, Charles asked again: "What did you see in your dream?"

Wu Chang had planned to throw out the name Wolf from the first basement level, to tell Charles they were all on the same side, but just as he was about to speak, he suddenly noticed something, and said with a strange expression: "I saw a person."

"What person?" Charles's tone was unfriendly—this wasn't the answer he wanted.

"Young Lady Zhu Li."

Charles grew puzzled and asked: "Zhu Li·Shi Misi? Why would you see her?"

Wu Chang pointed behind Charles and said: "Because she's right behind you."

Charles: "Hmm?"

Before Charles could react to the meaning of those words, a red line appeared on his neck.

The next moment, his bewildered head rolled off his shoulders.

Wu Chang curled his lip—tch, dumbass, my bros have a teammate counter-ambushing, who fights you 1v1 on the lane? Can't beat you and still can't call for backup? Behind Charles, Zhu Li shook the blood off the machete in her hand, lifted the hem of her nurse uniform, and slid the machete back into the sheath strapped to her lace stocking cover.

"Mr. Xiao En, according to the admission guidelines, this is not free activity time."

Wu Chang immediately yawned and said in a bleary, just-woken-up tone, "Where is this? How did I sleepwalk outside the room?"

Zhu Li shook her head helplessly and said, "Mr. Xiao En, how did you know I would come help you?"

Wu Chang shrugged and said matter-of-factly, "You put the key on the ground—wasn't that so I'd come find you?"

"And how do you know it was me who put it there?"

Wu Chang sniffed and said with certainty, "By gut feeling."

Zhu Li shot him a look and said, "Forget it. Things have already come to this point, so let's lay it all out. As someone of the same kind, I need your help."

Someone of the same kind—could she be a player too? Wu Chang asked noncommittally, "How do you need me to help you?"

Zhu Li reached out and grabbed the collar of her uniform and said, "I need you to help me take off this outfit."

"No problem!"

Wu Chang agreed at once, then raised the Silver Dawn and said, "Shall we start now?"

Zhu Li: "?"

(End of chapter)