Zhao Hao, who had just finished vomiting, felt his entire worldview shatter.

  He had always considered himself pretty perverted—constantly watching adult films and "taking matters into his own hands" to satisfy his needs.

  But he never expected his seemingly upright buddy Fang Xiu to be even *more* extreme.

  *Hitting on a monster?!*

  However, after recalling Fang Xiu’s earlier words, Zhao Hao quickly understood the purpose behind this.

  Maybe it was the sheer number of shocks he’d endured, or perhaps Fang Xiu’s calm demeanor gave him some courage. Or maybe every ordinary person secretly yearned for the extraordinary. Whatever the reason, Zhao Hao gritted his teeth, steeled himself, and actually walked toward the female doctor as well.

  Seeing him approach, Fang Xiu slid his hand back, making room for Zhao Hao.

  Zhao Hao stared at the pale, slender, inhumanly long legs before him, trembling as he reached out—like a man about to grab a venomous snake.

  "Damn it! Let’s do this!"

  "*Hiss!* So cold!"

  Zhao Hao sucked in a sharp breath but didn’t pull his hand away.

  The two of them groped for a while but didn’t feel any changes.

  Then, Zhao Hao suddenly spoke up:

  "Never thought my first time touching a woman’s thigh would be a monster’s. But gotta say, these legs are *long*—longer than my lifespan, probably."

  Fang Xiu gave Zhao Hao a surprised look—not because of the bad joke, but because he sensed potential in him.

  Despite his initial terror, Zhao Hao adapted quickly. Now, he was even cracking jokes.

  Even if it was just to ease his own fear, not many people would dare to joke in a situation like this.

  "One minute down. Thirty more seconds, then we leave—gotta save enough time to run," Fang Xiu said decisively.

  Zhao Hao nodded.

  Seconds ticked by, and the thirty seconds passed in a flash.

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  "Go!"

  Without hesitation, Fang Xiu turned and bolted, Zhao Hao right behind him.

  Fang Xiu’s confidence came from prior experience—he had "visited" Qing Shan Mental Hospital before. Though he hadn’t explored every corner, he remembered the general layout and some key routes.

  So, he was sure he could use the terrain to put distance between them and the female doctor.

  But just as they reached the corner at the end of the hallway—

  Something unexpected happened.

  Fang Xiu saw strands of black hair suddenly drift down in front of his eyes.

  He looked up—and met the female doctor’s pale, pupil-less gaze.

  *How?!*

  Fang Xiu’s mind raced. Had he misjudged her killing pattern? There should’ve been at least two more minutes before she moved. Why was she here already?

  He whipped his head around to check Li Feifei’s corpse—and his pupils shrank in shock.

  The body had been completely devoured, leaving only a pool of blood.

  And in that pool… were several large chunks of *silicone*.

  *Silicone!*

  *Fake!*

  Fang Xiu’s mind blanked. He never expected to make such a rookie mistake.

  Then again, he hadn’t interacted much with women and naively assumed they were all natural.

  But in this world, fakes could be *very* convincing.

  *Swish!*

  A silver flash—

  Fang Xiu’s vision tilted as his head flew into the air before crashing back down.

  *May heaven have no silicone...*

  ---

  A cold, slimy sensation crawled up his hand.

  When Fang Xiu woke up, he realized—he hadn’t returned to his wife’s side.

  Instead, he was back to groping the female doctor’s thigh.

  Beside him, Zhao Hao walked over and started touching it too.

  Fang Xiu quickly pulled out his phone to check the time.

  He had rewound to the exact moment they began feeling up the monster.

  A thought struck him:

  *Is death-rewind event-based?*

  Like levels in a game—the first stage was the area near his apartment.

  And the second stage was Qing Shan Mental Hospital.

  Because he’d already "cleared" the first stage, the save point automatically moved to the second?

  No time to dwell on it. Last time, he died because of silicone. He wouldn’t make the same mistake again.

  "Let’s go."

  Zhao Hao blinked. "Bro, we just started! This is my first time—"

  Before he could finish, Fang Xiu turned and left.

  Zhao Hao didn’t dare stay alone and hurried after him.

  Only then did Fang Xiu’s voice drift back, eerily calm:

  "Her front *and* back are silicone. Not enough ‘meat’ to last long."

  Zhao Hao froze, then gasped.

  "*Silicone?!* No wonder they were so big!"

  ---

  The two sprinted down the hallway, soon reaching the end where it turned right. Without hesitation, they took the corner.

  After a few steps, a staircase came into view.

  "Down," Fang Xiu ordered, and they charged down the steps.

  The stairwell grew darker, the shadows thickening like tangible particles floating in the air.

  They ran like mad—one floor, two, three…

  Soon, the sound of frantic footsteps echoed from below, followed by screams.

  "*The monster’s coming!*"

  Fang Xiu recognized the voice—one of his coworkers.

  He sped up, leaping down the stairs. When he got closer, he saw it was indeed Prince Teng’s group.

  Prince Teng and the others also spotted Fang Xiu and relaxed slightly—they’d thought the monster had caught up.

  "It’s Fang Xiu and Zhao Hao! Scared me to death—I thought it was *her*," one colleague panted.

  Zhao Hao frowned at them. "Why are you guys so slow?"

  "*Slow?!* We’ve gone down at least *twenty* floors! How the hell did *you* catch up so fast?"

  "*Twenty?!*" Zhao Hao paled. "That’s impossible! Bro and I only went down *three* flights before we ran into you!"

  "What?!"

  "Zhao Hao, don’t screw with us right now!"

  As chaos erupted, Fang Xiu quietly observed, deep in thought.

  Then Prince Teng’s face twisted in horror.

  "*Spatial loop!* It’s a spatial loop! My cousin told me about this—monsters can warp reality, trap people in illusions. You keep moving but never escape. That’s why Fang Xiu caught up so fast—*we’ve been running in circles!*"

  His words poured gasoline on the fire, sending the group into full-blown panic.

  "Anyone have spare items? Toss them on the ground as markers," Fang Xiu’s calm voice cut through the noise.

  Prince Teng immediately understood. He pulled a *condom* from his pocket and dropped it.

  Others followed suit, throwing down cash, cigarettes, whatever they had.

  Once the markers were set, they started running again.

  Half a floor later, they turned a corner—

  And saw their discarded items lying on the steps.

  "That’s… that’s my lighter!"

  "And my money!"

  "We’re doomed… It really *is* a spatial loop! What do we do?! When that thing catches up, we’re dead!"