Chapter One: The Story on the Forum.

　　Let me make a quick calculation—you’re lying in bed reading a novel right now, probably on your side, and your phone might even be charging.

　　Currently a senior in high school, Brian Cooper was lying under his covers, bored, scrolling through his phone. He casually clicked on a post, which had quite a few replies from other users.

　　“Damn, the original poster is a genius, he guessed it all right.”

　　“Ha, should I tell you guys I’m squatting on the toilet right now? No need to ask, my legs are numb.”

　　“If you get a tattoo, get one of Zhou, and never be a wage slave again.”

　　“Society, society.”

　　Brian Cooper closed that post and opened another one with a high click rate. The opening line was:

　　“I’m a consulting doctor at the Third Provincial Hospital, and let me tell you something—something really terrifying happened at my hospital recently. I’m so scared I don’t even dare go to work, I’m taking time off at home right now.”

　　“Say no more, I’m not buying shoes or adding you on WeChat.”

　　“The OP must have been harassed by a patient. If I’m wrong, I’ll eat shit and kill myself.”

　　“Look, third floor is scamming for food and drink again.”

　　Brian Cooper found the replies a bit boring, so he clicked to view only the original poster’s comments.

　　Immediately, the thread became much cleaner, leaving only the posts from the self-proclaimed doctor, whose online name was: Benjamin Franklin.

　　Continuing to read: Here’s what happened. Last week, it was my turn for the night shift. Around midnight, an ambulance brought in an elderly man. The medical staff on the ambulance said the old man had fallen from the fifth floor. My colleague had something urgent come up, so I was the only one responsible for the diagnosis. At the time, I could say with 100% certainty that the old man showed no signs of life—he was already dead.

　　And judging from the characteristics of the corpse and the temperature of his chest, it was clear that the old man couldn’t possibly have died from falling that night.

　　Anyone with some basic knowledge knows that within ten hours after death, in a normal temperature environment, body temperature drops about one degree per hour. After 24 hours, the body temperature is basically close to the environment. But in my opinion, the old man’s body temperature was at least ten degrees lower than room temperature, maybe even more, and the temperature that night was twenty-two degrees.

　　So I determined that the old man had been dead for more than a day.

　　Immediately, there were comments from other users:

　　“The OP’s ‘basic knowledge’ is terrifying, I bow to the master.”

　　“Hurry and check if the patient’s shoes fell off. If not, there’s still a chance to save him.”

　　“The more I think about it, the scarier it gets. OP, update soon, I’ve already hidden under my covers.”

　　Brian Cooper kept scrolling:

　　Benjamin Franklin continued posting: Based on my experience of watching over three hundred episodes of detective anime in middle school, I could immediately tell that the old man didn’t die from an accidental fall, but was murdered. The body must have been stored in a freezer. I chose to call the police and reported the situation to them.

　　But what I want to talk about today isn’t that incident, but what happened afterward.

　　The post broke off for a bit, with the update time two hours later.

　　Sorry, someone just knocked on my door to ask about the situation, but it wasn’t law enforcement, nor did they look like reporters. They had credentials, though. Whatever, never mind.

　　It was probably the next morning.

　　I hadn’t gone to work yet, but I heard from a colleague that the old man’s body, which was brought in the night before, mysteriously disappeared from the morgue. The police are investigating with full force, suspecting the killer stole it. It caused quite a stir—they pulled all the hospital’s surveillance footage, but in the end, they still couldn’t find the missing body or the culprit.

　　Tonight, I’m on duty again......

　　But what happened during the day left me a bit uneasy. A patient at the hospital said he saw the old man’s corpse, but it wasn’t carried out by anyone—it walked out on its own. The patient even accurately pointed out the route the old man took, and from the path, it really did come from the direction of the morgue.

　　I felt a bit scared after hearing that, but luckily I’m an atheist and don’t fully believe what the patient said.

　　Later, I heard from the head nurse that Dr. Dr. Carter from neurology was planning to increase that patient’s medication, which made me feel a bit better.

　　Sure enough, not believing the patient was the right call......

　　But what I want to talk about isn’t that, but something that happened while I was on duty that night.

　　It must have been around two in the morning. I was in the emergency room playing “Legend of Blue Moon.” You guys can’t imagine how fun that game is—if you’re a real bro, come and fight me.......

　　“Damn, OP, you really are a talent.”

　　“What happened to sincerity between people? You just pulled a fast one on me, caught me off guard.”

　　“Society, society. I guessed the beginning, but not the end. But what I want to say is, third floor, where’s your promised shit-eating?”

　　A bunch of users replied, making the forum lively.

　　Brian Cooper couldn’t help but laugh and cry as he lay under his covers. Has advertising really gotten this intense these days?

　　But as he scrolled down, something felt off.