I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game

In Room 301, Qin Nuo didn't stay long before stepping out.

He quickly completed the patient's check-in work to use the spare time to search for more advantageous clues.

Qin Nuo thought about going to the restroom and the stage cross girl again; perhaps there were more clues there. It was the only place he thought worth visiting during the day.

But as he was going upstairs, a piercing sound suddenly reached his ears, sending shivers down his spine. He turned his head and saw a woman squatting in the corner of the hallway, scratching the painted wall with her nails.

The woman was dressed sloppily, her hair disheveled, and her clothes in tatters, looking to be only in her twenties.

"A patient? Why is she in the hallway, and where is her caregiver?" Qin Nuo wondered as he looked at the patient's gown she wore.

Despite his curiosity, Qin Nuo didn't want to get involved and turned to leave.

However, the woman suddenly stood up and followed closely behind him, impossible to shake off.

After speeding up his pace and turning several corners, the woman continued to follow him like a shadow. Qin Nuo had no choice but to ask, "Ma'am, is there anything I can help you with?"

The woman only said these two words, pointing at her messy hair, her gaze unsettling.

Hearing about the itchy head, Qin Nuo immediately thought of Yue Qin. Could this woman also have a penchant for stabbing her head?

As he pondered, the game's broadcast sounded in his mind.

"Host has triggered a D-level instance task: Help the clean-loving woman wash her hair. The time limit is 40 minutes. Additional ratings will be settled after exiting the instance!"

"Is it really just washing hair?"

Qin Nuo murmured, triggering an instance task was exactly what he needed.

Rewards and ratings were secondary; clues were the main goal.

"You want to wash your hair? Of course, no problem. After all, I'm a professional caregiver," Qin Nuo said with a smile, his attitude suddenly turning enthusiastic, shedding the initial disdain.

Ten minutes later, Qin Nuo followed the woman into a bathroom in a room.

The bathtub was already filled with water, just reaching the edge without overflowing, but the water was as black as ink, obscuring the bottom.

"Are you sure you want to use this water to wash?" Qin Nuo asked suspiciously.

The woman offered no explanation, not even another word, just repeated, "Head, itchy."

Emphasizing the itchy head repeatedly, perhaps she had lice.

Qin Nuo thought but didn't say it out loud.

The bathroom was very basic, with almost no shampoo products. Qin Nuo could only squeeze a bottle of thick liquid, unsure if it was shampoo or body wash, onto her tangled hair. Ṟ�

"Can I start..."

Before Qin Nuo finished speaking, the woman plunged her head into the bathtub.

Splash!

Water immediately overflowed, splattering everywhere.

After her head submerged in the bathtub, the woman stopped moving, her tangled hair floating and spreading across the water's surface.

"Washing for forty minutes might scrub the scalp raw," Qin Nuo thought as he hesitated before reaching in to start slowly scrubbing the woman's hair.

The moment his hands entered the water, it felt like plunging into a snowdrift, the cold almost numbing his hands.

It was a challenging process.

The low temperature of the bathtub water was one thing; the water was as black as ink, like reaching into a mystery box, evoking a sense of unknown fear.

As he washed, Qin Nuo's hands paused.

Just like the naked woman who slit her throat in the bathtub that night, the hair of the woman before him wrapped around his hands like a living thing.

And the grip tightened.

"Ma'am, please stop playing around. I can't wash your hair like this."

Qin Nuo's mouth curled into a smile, his voice carrying a hint of coldness.

If the woman insisted on making things difficult, Qin Nuo would grab the bone-crushing hammer and give her a hard knock on the back of her head, abandoning this task.

Surprisingly, the woman actually listened, and her hair slowly released Qin Nuo's hands.

Qin Nuo breathed a sigh of relief, scrubbed through the hair, and began to scratch the woman's scalp.

The liquid he poured on didn't seem like shampoo, washing very dryly. Qin Nuo hadn't trimmed his nails for a while, and they had grown out.

So, soon, Qin Nuo's expression twisted as he washed, his arms going numb.

Because it felt like scratching a layer of rotten flesh, with bits of it getting caught between his nails.

Utterly disgusting!

Qin Nuo frowned.

Was the back of this woman's head rotten?

Qin Nuo had to lighten the pressure of his fingers, fearing that a little force might peel off a horrifying piece of flesh.

The woman seemed to have no sense of pain, not moving since she plunged her head into the bathtub.

Qin Nuo certainly didn't think the woman was in any danger; the process of scratching her head was excruciating. He glanced at the time, only 20 minutes had passed.

Qin Nuo stopped his actions and asked, "Ma'am, is the pressure alright?"

The woman remained motionless.

"How about washing your neck? If you don't say anything, I'll take it as consent."

He didn't want to scratch her head anymore, fearing the scalp might be rotten.

Dipping his hands into the water to clean his nails, Qin Nuo's gaze suddenly froze.

Floating on the ink-like water was something.

A finger.

Judging by the wrinkles and calluses, it didn't look like the woman's finger.

How could there be a man's finger in the bathtub?

Qin Nuo was puzzled, and suddenly something in the water grabbed his hands.

And with surprising strength, it tried to pull Qin Nuo into the bathtub!

Whoosh!!

Qin Nuo staggered, frowning, and using his accumulated Ghost Power, his arms suddenly exerted force, breaking free and pulling his hands out of the water.

Ripples spread across the water's surface, splashes spilling out of the bathtub.

"I've heard of men hiding under the bed, but a man hiding under the bathtub is a first!"

Qin Nuo held his wrist, red from the grip, hesitating whether to continue washing the woman's hair.

This bathtub was too eerie.

As he pondered, his eyebrows twitched again.

From beneath the water, an eyeball floated up, followed by various horrifying body parts surfacing...

"Dismembered body?"

"Could this woman have killed the caregiver and hidden the dismembered body under the water?"

It's not surprising that Qin Nuo's imagination ran wild; in the Horror World, this was quite normal.

But logically, unless the caregiver made a significant mistake, patients wouldn't harm them.

Or was the man in the bathtub just her scumbag boyfriend?

Qin Nuo checked the time, thought for a moment, and with his right hand, opened a blood eye, reaching back into the water to continue washing the woman's hair.

No matter what you are, this hair must be washed today!

With the interference of the blood eye, whatever was in the bathtub seemed to dare not act up again, leaving his hands alone.

Hiss.

But at this moment, the woman suddenly released Ghost Aura, filled with intense resentment, permeating the bathroom.

"Why is this woman's resentment suddenly so strong?"

After a moment of contemplation, Qin Nuo focused his gaze on the back of the woman's head.

"Congratulations to the host for triggering the passive skill—Eye of Analysis..."