What on earth is going on? How did this strange illness suddenly surface? A thin male patient spoke in a trembling voice, and his body quivered slightly with the words, much like a leaf shivering in the autumn wind.
"Yes, and people are missing. Could there be something sinister in this hospital?" A female patient clutched her clothes tightly, looking extremely worried, with fear and confusion in her eyes.
"I want to go home. This place is too terrifying." A child hid in his mother's arms and sobbed softly. The crying sounded extremely helpless in this chaotic environment.
Even more eerily, in the midst of this chaos, cases of male and female patients disappearing strange occurred one after another.
Amy was lying in the hospital bed, her eyebrows tightly furrowed, filled with doubts and apprehensions. When she saw the nurse hurrying past the door, she eagerly called out, "Nurse, what on earth is going on? These disappearance cases are so strange."
The nurse stopped and turned around, with a trace of exhaustion and worry on her face, and said, "We're not very certain either. This illness came suddenly, and there's no clue regarding the disappearance cases. The hospital is in complete disarray now, and everyone is very scared."
Amy frowned and continued, "Then has the hospital taken any measures? We can't just let things play out like this."
The nurse sighed and said, "The hospital has been doing its best to investigate and has notified the police, but there's still no lead for now. We can only tend to the existing patients first and hope that no more people will disappear."
Amy said anxiously, "But how can this be okay? Patients are still disappearing continuously, and everyone is on edge."
The nurse replied helplessly, "We're also very anxious, but there really isn't a good solution at the moment. We can only wait for news from the police."
A few days later, Amy was discharged from the hospital. Police officer Mark came to visit her and take a statement.
Mark looked at Amy and asked, "Amy, how are you feeling now?"
Amy replied, "My body is fine, but my mind is still a bit of a mess. There are some things I simply can't recall."
Mark nodded and then asked, "Why did you go to the tunnel with Jack before?"
Amy looked blank and said, "Jack? I don't remember having this person."
Police officer Mark frowned, a bit worried in his heart, and said, "Amy, you might be suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. You should take good care of your illness."
Amy said firmly, "Mark, I'm a police officer. I have the duty to investigate the truth. This is not only for myself but also for those who have disappeared and those who might be in danger."
Mark advised, "Amy, I understand your sense of duty, but your current state really isn't suitable for conducting the investigation. You don't even remember Jack, which indicates that your memory might have been severely impaired."
Amy retorted, "Precisely because of this, I must figure out what exactly happened. Maybe the key to restoring my memory lies within this case."
Amy then asked, "Mark, where is Jack now?"
Mark replied, "His sister Coco accompanied him to another state to unwind."
Amy had a faint sense of unease in her heart. Mark noticed Amy's worry and advised, "Don't worry too much. Taking good care of your illness is of utmost importance."
Amy gave Mark a grateful look and then cut some fruits for Mark to eat.
Mark saw the gold and copper bracelet on the table in front of Amy and thought it looked familiar, but he just couldn't remember where he had seen it.
Just then, Mark's phone rang. It was Coco calling. Mark answered the phone, and his face gradually turned solemn.
After hanging up the phone, Mark said to Amy, "Jack has disappeared in another state. Before vanishing, he lost control of his emotions and injured a passerby."
Amy listened, and the unease in her heart intensified.
"How could this happen? There must be something amiss here." Amy frowned and said.
After Mark informed Amy of the situation, he went out to another state to find Coco.
Amy sat in the living room, and the feeling of unease clung to her like a shadow.
Suddenly, the gold and copper chain on the table emitted a glow. Amy decided to return to the hospital and inquire with the nurse about the circumstances of the missing patients.
Amy returned to the hospital. When she saw the nurse, she said, "Nurse, I'm back again. I want to know more about the situation of those missing patients. Can you tell me in detail?"
The nurse looked at Amy and said hesitantly, "Actually, we don't know much. Those missing patients don't seem to follow any specific pattern. There are both men and women, and people of all ages."
Amy pressed, "Did they exhibit any abnormal behavior before they disappeared?"
The nurse thought for a while and replied, "A few patients seemed very anxious before disappearing. They paced back and forth in the ward constantly and kept looking towards the door as if waiting for someone. There was also a patient who mumbled to himself before disappearing, but we couldn't make out what he was saying."
Amy continued, "Did the hospital check the surveillance? Maybe we can find some clues."
The nurse said helpless, "The surveillance has been checked, but either those missing areas are surveillance blind spots or the surveillance footage suddenly becomes blurred, and we can't glean any useful information at all."
Amy pondered for a moment and then asked, "Is there any connection between these disappearance cases and the anemic virus infectious disease?"
The nurse shook her head and said, "So far, we haven't discovered any connection. The infectious disease has already given the hospital a huge headache, and now with these disappearance cases added, it's truly compounding the problem."
Based on the clues provided by the nurse, Amy went to the nightclub alone.
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On Tom's side, he stood in the villa lobby and ascended to the second floor to knock on the door of Room 201. The guest Jack had just finished洗漱 and happened to open the door. They nodded politely at each other.
Tom then went to knock on the door of the lady next door. There was the sound of a lady on the phone coming from inside, and her voice sounded a bit anxious.
Tom couldn't help but ask solicitously, "Lady, are you all right?"
The lady composed herself for a moment and replied to him, "I'm fine." But her voice was still a bit tremulous.
Tom recognized this voice as Amy's. He knew that he had to assist Amy in solving the mystery of the villa as soon as possible so that he could return to his original world and meet Amy in the original timeline, the beautiful sister in his heart. He was extremely worried about Amy's situation over there.
At this time, the Bichon Friseed point out him in a milky voice within Tom's consciousness, "You need to remind Ms. Amy to assemble in the hall in half an hour. I'll prepare the meals. Just perform your role as the butler properly."
Tom said, "I got it."
When the guests had all arrived and were seated in the living room, the Bichon Frise trouble used magic to transform their genders. Suddenly, this group of guests was thrown into a panic.
The fitness coach, who was originally a muscular and masculine man, now became a woman. He exclaimed in astonishment, "My god, what's going on? How did I turn into this?" He stared wide-eyed at his now slender limbs and bulging chest, his face full of disbelief. He wanted to raise his hand to feel his face but found it very strange, and his hand froze in mid-air. That appearance resembled a clown at a loss.
The artist, who was originally a man with long hair and a unique artistic temperament, now frowned as a woman and said, "This must be some sort of prank. It's too absurd." He attempted to remain calm, but the panic in his eyes still betrayed him. He unconsciously clamped his legs and kept arranging his non-existent skirt from time to time. That coy look was in stark contrast to his previous dashing image.
The painter, who was originally a gentle and scholarly man, now looked a bit flustered as a woman and said, "What should we do? How did we suddenly become like this?" His hand unconsciously fidgeted with his clothes but couldn't find the right position. He also worried intermittently whether he would expose himself. That nervous look was like a startled deer.
The doctor, who was originally a steady man, was relatively calm as a woman. He comforted everyone and said, "Everyone, don't panic. Maybe this is just a temporary phenomenon." However, when he spoke, he still unconsciously raised his voice, and when that shrill voice emerged from his own mouth, he was also taken aback for a moment.
Only Jack and Amy were not affected, which also surprised the Bichon Frise. Tom used his consciousness to persuade it not to go too far.
Fortunately, this group of guests had strong adaptability. After a while, they got accustomed to their new genders and began chatting about their hobbies.
The fitness coach said, "Although it's very odd like this now, I'm still interested in fitness. I wonder if I can still exercise as before. But if I go to the gym, I suppose those guys will look at me with strange glances, haha." As he spoke, he tried to do a squat, but due to the change in body center of gravity, he almost fell, causing everyone to burst out laughing.
The artist said with a smile, "Anyway, art won't be influenced by gender. I still desire to create. However, now I might view art from an entirely new female perspective. Maybe I'll obtain some unique inspiration. I'm contemplating that I should probably learn female dance first. That kind of grace and agility might be incorporated into my works. When I used to watch women dance, I always thought it was very enchanting. Now that I've become a woman myself, perhaps I can better comprehend the essence of dance."
The painter also nodded and said, "Yes, I also want to paint. This novel experience might bring fresh inspiration to my creation. I think women's color perception might differ from men's. I can attempt to use softer and more delicate colors to convey my ideas. Moreover, female dance is also very charming. That kind of elegance and rhythm can be manifested in my paintings. For instance, when I paint a dancing woman, I can more accurately depict her posture and charm."
The doctor said, "I still care about everyone's health. Whether it's male or female, health is of paramount importance. However, now as a woman, I might be more concerned about women's health issues, such as the prevention of some specific women's diseases. And female dance is also an excellent form of fitness. It can render the body more flexible and supple, which is highly beneficial to health."
They all had a passion for detective work and also harbored their own yearnings for dance art.
Just like this, in this situation replete with fantasy and suspense, the story continued to unfold. Everyone seemed to be tugged by the threads of fate, advancing towards the unknown future, and the truth concealed behind was like a flower in the fog, faintly discernible, awaiting to be revealed.
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When Amy reached the nightclub bar, the night was already as profound as a heavy black curtain, weighing down heavily over the city, as if it intended to envelop everything in the world within this boundless darkness.
The nightclub was teeming with people. The individuals on the dance floor seemed to be firmly gripped by some crazy magic, their bodies writhing wildly, resembling a group of demons dancing. The air was saturated with an almost out-of-control fanatical ambiance.
The deafening music was like a surging tide, surging towards Amy mercilessly, violently battering her eardrums. The force of it made her head throb, as if there were a swarm of wild bees rampaging within her head.
Just then, the bar landlady appeared. She walked with a seemingly leisurely yet actually mysterious gait, slowly approaching Amy.
There was a meaningful glint in the landlady's eyes, and that gaze was like a deep passage leading to countless secrets, as if she knew numerous unknown mysteries.