Infinite: Dawn Game

Upon hearing Xue Yan's voice, the dean's refined face immediately contorted with excitement. He quickly turned his head, and when he saw Xue Yan's clean-cut face, his eyes lit up with infatuation.

"Xue Yan, you've become even more beautiful."

Xue Yan stared at him expressionlessly, her tone cold:

“I told you, you can go anywhere in the sanatorium except the fourth floor.”

The dean seemed oblivious to the coldness in her voice. He took a few steps forward, as if to grasp Xue Yan's hand.

"Why? Who's on the fourth floor? Isn't it just Xuexue? Xuexue knows me, so why do you always push me away?"

Xue Yan pulled away from his hand, her face showing disgust: "I told you, you're not allowed to go up to the fourth floor."

The undisguised disgust in Xue Yan's eyes stung the dean, who suddenly laughed, his refined mask seemingly crumbling.

"Disgusting...No..."

The dean laughed heartily, and the tongue he had torn off was suddenly crushed in his hand. As the blood spurted out, Xue Yan took a few steps back.

The director laughed even louder. "Why should I listen to you? Don't forget, this sanatorium belongs to me, to me, do you understand?"

"Xue Yan," a few drops of blood splattered on the dean's cheek, slowly sliding down:

"Do you think you can talk like that just because I like you?"

Xue Yan looked at him expressionlessly, not showing the anxiety and panic the dean had expected, but instead curling her lips into a mocking smile:

"like?"

Xue Yan retorted sarcastically, "Constantly brainwashing me, conducting continuous obedience tests, and using Xuexue's illness to blackmail me—is this what you call liking someone?"

The dean's contorted expression froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered:

"I never do this to others, isn't that proof enough?"

Perhaps at a loss for words, what the dean said at that moment made Xue Yan want to laugh even more.

"Then you should understand even more," Xue Yan stated the facts softly:

"The sanatorium is no longer yours."

Just because someone is like that in life doesn't mean they will be like that after death.

The dean's cheek muscles twitched upwards, his silent fear evident on his face. He was about to speak when the sound of the door opening behind him abruptly interrupted him.

"Wow,"

The boy's voice was clear and slightly sweet: "Are the head nurse and the hospital director debating here so late at night instead of sleeping?"

Dean: "..."

Xue Yan: "..."

The players watching intently from outside the screen: "..."

No, in some ways, this is actually quite, quite in line with the current situation...

The dean, whose train of thought was abruptly interrupted, wanted to get angry, but then felt that it was not in his place to do so. He slowly closed his eyes and spoke with a forced smile:

"I came to see you, but Nurse Xue seems to have a problem with Xue Yan."

As they spoke, the dean's gaze lingered between Yu Shijiu and Xue Yan, the hidden meaning of which made Xue Yan turn her head away in disgust once again.

too disgusting.

Xue Yan thought.

However, her lack of explanation and indifferent expression only fueled the dean's anger.

He wanted to get angry, but Yu Shijiu beat him to it.

Yu Shijiu was leaning against the door with a bowl of instant noodles in his hand, slurping the noodles as he let out a muffled laugh.

"Of course! Dean, you're old and ugly, while Nurse Xue is so beautiful, of course she wouldn't want to see you—"

At this point, Yu Shijiu paused for a few seconds, then nodded in agreement again:

"If it were me, I wouldn't want to see you either."

That's really disgusting.

Yu Shijiu thought aimlessly.

He recognized the dean's gaze all too well. He had seen countless such looks in the mental hospital—naked, disgusting eyes that seemed to want to strip people naked and stare at their genitals.

Those people are definitely not truly insane.

Real mentally ill people are not treated with such care by doctors and nurses, so it is more likely that they are normal people who use mental illness to cover up the crimes they have committed.

At that time, Yu Shijiu was not yet insane; at most, he was just confused. Therefore, he was able to distinguish the nurses' attitudes toward real and fake patients.

The dean broke down as expected. He first subconsciously touched his face, then looked up with a cold smile:

Am I ugly? Am I old?

"Do you know how many people want to get close to me? If they win my favor, I'll try my best to fulfill any desire they have here—"

“You said you would try your best,” Yu Shijiu lazily interrupted the dean’s long speech, finding it strange that a monster would use words.

"Isn't it still not 100% guaranteed?"

It's already bizarre, yet it still tries to use words to control the player; it's truly laughable.

In some ways, Yu Shijiu is relatively sharp-tongued, for example now:

"Shut up, you piece of trash."

Dean: "..."

Xue Yan, who remained silent to the side: "..."

Her gaze softened when she looked at Yu Shijiu again; this time, it had nothing to do with Xuexue.

The dean completely broke down, and the blood from his wounds turned into blood snakes again, biting at Yu Shijiu. The latter slowly finished the last of his instant noodle soup and raised the fire axe, whose blade had already been broken, with his right hand.

Unlike a fruit knife, the fire axe completely blocked the snakes' bites, severing them one by one and causing them to fall and turn into foul-smelling blood.

"Oh dear, they're all dead."

Yu Shijiu raised an eyebrow with malice, her almond-shaped eyes, which should have been cute and gentle, were slightly red from seeing blood.

"Dean, will you die again tonight?"

The dean was just acting impulsively. He looked at the fire axe in Yu Shijiu's hand, which was almost stained with blood, and wisely turned his head away, preparing to come back later.

But just as he turned around, Xuexue suddenly appeared and stopped him.

Xuexue still looked as pretty and delicate as ever. She was holding a teddy bear with a missing eye and blocking the way for the dean, looking up at him.

“Uncle Dean,” Xuexue tilted her head and whispered:

Where are you going?

Xue Yan almost never lets Xuexue see the dean.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck the dean's hazy mind. He turned around abruptly and met Xue Yan, who had somehow appeared behind him.

The other person looked at him with tired eyes, and the corners of their mouth gradually turned upwards.

"You said you liked seeing me laugh," Xue Yan's smile widened until it tore open.

"Then take a good look again."

The dean finally realized something. He instinctively tried to resist, but he saw that the tongues on the ceiling were trembling after noticing Xue Yan's change and could not provide any help at all.

"No! You've been fooled! Xue Yan!"

The dean roared, "We're the same! He's the one who should be expelled, the outcast!"

Xuexue behind him snorted unhappily, her huge smile mirroring Xue Yan's, her densely packed sharp teeth overlapping, a chilling sharpness.

"Brother isn't an anomaly," Xuexue said, her mouth agape, looking even more terrifying.

"Brother is Xuexue's friend! Xuexue's friend is Mommy's friend!"