There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game

"My hero, everything is ready now."

The young boy who had taken his medicine did not lie down and sleep like the doctors had expected. Instead, he was still wide awake, holding a book in his hands, taking great interest in a collection of short stories.

The pale nurse stood in the darkness, like a drifting wisp of white mist.

She seemed to want to touch the boy sitting on the hospital bed, but hesitated for some reason and did not reach out, as if her touch would sully a god, her face filled with a crazed and fervent expression.

After all, in the nurse's heart, he was the savior who had entered her innermost being and pulled her out of the Abyss.

"Soon, we can leave this place together." The nurse said enthusiastically, staring at him, "I will be with you..."

Luo Kun smiled ambiguously, disregarding the nurse's continuous prattle beside him. His gaze was focused intently on the text of the book, his eyes were eerily bright in the darkness.

Suddenly, a faint sound came from the doorway.

The nurse, who had been admiring the boy with worshipful eyes, hardened her expression, lowered her head slightly, and her demeanour became inscrutable as she reached into her nurse's uniform.

"Get lost," Luo Kun said coldly.

"My hero..." The nurse's consideration flickered in her eyes only for a moment before she lifted her head to gaze, once again, at the boy with a fervent and somewhat aggrieved look.

"Your acting is terrible," Luo Kun put down the book and propped his chin, observing her.

"..."

The nurse blinked, and to anyone observing the fervent admiration and idolatry in her eyes, it all seemed genuine. Her zeal was like that of a moth plunging into a flame, filled with an unhesitant resolve.

This was supposed to be a gift skill bestowed by the system. And this guy still said her acting was bad?!

In the instant that the door was pushed open, the nurse quickly lowered her head as if a believer rejected by the deity, she swiftly hid in the bathroom amidst the darkness.

"Snap!"

The lights in the hospital room were turned on, and the boy squinted slightly as if discomforted by the sudden illumination.

He turned his head to look and revealed a familiar, obedient smile, "Doctor Chu."

"Why aren't you resting?" Xu Shuo asked gently.

"I'm not sleepy."

At that, Xu Shuo nodded and sat down on the chair beside his bed. Noticing the book in the boy's hands, he asked curiously, "What are you reading?"

Luo Kun was visibly taken aback for a moment before showing him the cover, "A collection of short stories by Robert A. Heinlein."

"Let me see," Xu Shuo extended his hand, amicably took the book from him, and began to flip through it.

Luo Kun, who had his book taken again, stared at his empty hands for a moment, then turned to gaze at the young man. His dark eyes glinted strangely, as if trying to see through the person before him to what lay on the other side.

Clearly, this guy had not appeared to be so unaware last time.

Xu Shuo allowed the scrutiny, continuing to speak without raising his head, "What were you doing looking for Tao? Her emotional state can't be stimulated. Next time you want to chat with someone, you could try talking to the nursing aide that takes care of you."

"I'm curious what Doctor Chu wanted to do with her," Luo Kun said, staring at him, his voice devoid of emotion.

"When have I ever gone to look for her? If I did, it's only because she's without her primary doctor right now, and I went to check on her situation," Xu Shuo replied with a helpless tone, his gaze toward Luo Kun seemed to suggest 'why are you being unreasonable'.

"Doctor Chu, what time is it now?"

"One-thirty, why?" Xu Shuo glanced at the clock on the wall and then asked, concerned.

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"..."

Luo Kun remained silent.

Perhaps accustomed to the occasional abnormal behavior of patients, Xu Shuo, who received no reply to his inquiry, said nothing more. In a flash, the hospital room fell into silence, punctuated only by the occasional rustling of pages as the young man occasionally turned one.

After sitting down, he didn't explain the reason for his visit, as if it was just a routine check on the patient's condition.

After a while, the youth suddenly spoke in a faint voice, "Doctor Chu, what are you all doing?"

"Hmm?" Xu Shuo turned his head to look, his gentle expression filled with confusion.

"During this time, I've been a bit curious." Luo Kun got up from the hospital bed, leaning against the cabinet behind him, he looked down at the person still seated in the chair, his voice calm to the extreme: "You, Doctor Zhang, and Patient number eight, even some of the nurses."

Upon hearing this, a figure hidden behind the bathroom door trembled slightly. She clenched her fists and couldn't help but listen even more intently.

Luo Kun stared into Xu Shuo's eyes and said softly, "What exactly are you doing? Suddenly, you are all so keen to perform. What do you want to do around me—"

As he spoke, the young man suddenly curled his lips into a bright and obedient smile, as radiant as ever.

Xu Shuo calmly met his gaze for a moment, then closed the book, his concern and worry tangible as he touched the youth's forehead: "Little Kun, what strange things are you talking about? We won't do anything to you. Don't worry, I'm here."

His last sentence was a doctor's most common reassurance to a patient.

The bright smile on Luo Kun's face quickly faded, and he looked expressionless at Xu Shuo, his mouth slightly twisted, his eyes instantly turning dark and twisted.

As a qualified doctor, Xu Shuo keenly sensed that his emotions were off.

He quickly stood up, concern etched on his face as he pressed down on the youth's shoulders, asking with what seemed like genuine worry, "Little Kun, are you alright?"

Luo Kun stared at him for a while longer, then suddenly pushed him away with force and lunged forward to clutch his throat tightly with both hands!

"Little Kun... calm down..."

Veins popped on his pale hands, stark and distressing. Xu Shuo, with his throat constricted, found breathing incredibly difficult. He attempted to speak, but Luo Kun, who was gripping his throat, showed no reaction, his expressionless face reflecting a cold and sharp edge.

Thus, Xu Shuo, struggling, grabbed the wrists around his throat, using more strength than the slender youth to pry the hands apart, and then fiercely threw Luo Kun to the ground.

"Bang!"

Luo Kun crashed against the cabinet behind him and then fell to the floor. Glasses and medicine bottles placed on the cabinet rolled down, making a piercing noise as they hit the ground.

Upon hearing the commotion outside, the nurse hiding in the bathroom felt a surge of panic.

After a moment of contemplation and as a zealous Believer, she thought it should be alright to rush out and rescue her Hero, regardless of whether she had received a command to hide previously, when her faith was under attack.

In the blink of an eye, the nurse pushed open the bathroom door and, as Luo Kun hit the ground, she rushed over to help him up.

"Are you alright?!" The nurse, her hands trembling, looked at him eagerly and with concern, her face genuinely filled with care.

"Little Kun, how are you?" Xu Shuo, coughing and holding his throat, finally reacted and, full of self-blame, rushed over to try to help the youth up.

"Get away! Don't you dare come near my hero!" The nurse blocked Luo Kun's path in front of him, her hysterical demeanor filled with both fury and genuine killing intent.

Xu Shuo stopped, his expression one of utter bewilderment.

Luo Kun's face remained expressionless. He pushed away the nurse who came to assist him and studied Xu Shuo with an inquisitive gaze, who was now close at hand.

"Doctor Chen?"

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