It was a distorted human figure.

Its head was placed on its hips, its torso crushed into a flat rectangular shape by the immense force. Its limbs were sawed to equal lengths and propped up at the four corners of its torso. Dark red blood covered the entire bed sheet, yet not a speck of it stained the quilt.

He saw the man's face clearly. It was Wang Renxing's own face.

He tried his best to suppress his panic. He was very familiar with that look. He had seen it before. He had seen corpses that looked like that before he was assigned to the mining area. Things within the scope of cognition should not cause fear!

He felt something slippery on his hands, and he involuntarily lowered his gaze to look at his hands.

His hands were stained with blood, some of which had already flowed down his arms and into his sleeves. His body was also splattered with blood, with more on his chest, as if he had just committed a murder.

He touched his face with both hands, and of course his skin remained intact.

"No! I didn't!"

Wang Renxing lost control of his emotions and crawled out of the bedroom.

The twisted human figure trembled for a while, suddenly jumped off the bed, and then swung its limbs rhythmically, following closely behind him.

Wang Renxing had been running, but this time he didn't feel tired. He found that more and more monsters were following him, and his spirit was becoming more and more crazy.

He passed through countless tunnels and randomly chose every fork in the road.

He wanted nothing more than to get away from this place, but every monster in this place followed him closely. Every time he tried to stop, the most vulnerable and fearful thing in him would suddenly appear around the corner.

He screamed, he struggled, he cursed...

At some point, he began to wish he could forget those things, forget everything, and turn back time to the beginning.

Finally, he returned to his room.