Wearing the bloodied doctor's outfit, Chen Ge opened the wooden boards wearing the skin mask. Ten minutes have passed, and there haven't been any screams. Looks like they have gotten used to the Third Sick Hall.
Chen Ge felt like he had become too soft. Afraid that the visitors might get too spooked by initial scares, he gave them a ten-minute buffer.
They should have found the tape recorder. Things will be a little more difficult from now on.
Chen Ge moved down the darkened steps. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he turned to look down the left corridor. There was not one mannequin outside the sealed classroom. They sure are obedient today. Normally, a few of them would be out loitering.
Holding the faceless nurse's uniform and the hammer, Chen Ge pushed the Third Sick Hall's steel door open.
