Chapter 4

"I-I was on the bus, then I dozed off, and when I opened my eyes, I was on this small boat."

The short-haired girl in the school uniform, Madeline Flores, chimed in, "Same here. I was doing my homework and fell asleep for a bit, and then..."

Everyone was talking and realized that they all arrived here in the same strange way.

They all felt very sleepy, and when they woke up, they were on the small boat.

It was as if they had been cursed.

For a moment, fear enveloped everyone.

"Fuck, this is some ghostly shit."

The bearded Jeffrey cursed heavily.

Piper was silent for a moment, then quietly said, "Is it possible that this is a special way to start an adventure? After all, many adventure reality shows on TV have weird activities like this."

Jeffrey coldly interrupted her. "Did you forget about John? Would a reality show dismember him?"

Piper's pupils shook, and she stammered, "Nowadays, many shows have very realistic effects. What if it's just for the show?"

"Is the blood that sprayed out also a prop?"

"With today's technology, they can use chemicals to create something that looks like blood, even the smell can be simulated."

Piper spoke quickly, as if she was brainwashing herself, convincing herself that this was just an adventure game.

"It's not chemically made, it's human blood." Charles suddenly spoke, completely shattering Piper's last bit of self-deception.

"I studied medicine and have done many experiments. I can tell you clearly, that is human blood."

"Not chemically made, not animal blood."

"The blood floating on the water is very fresh human blood!"

"And the severed limbs are also very recent."

The more Charles spoke, the lower his voice became, as if he was forcing himself to face reality.

"Stop it!"

The short-haired girl Madeline hugged the trembling Piper, interrupting Charles.

Charles looked at the two girls trembling and hugging each other, and couldn't help but feel guilty.

No wonder the girls were scared.

Even anyone in real life would be terrified by such a scene, and it could leave a lifelong shadow.

Only someone like him, who often dealt with corpses, could remain relatively calm.

After all, the scene was truly unbearable to recall.

"Anyway, let's think about how to get through these four days first."

The one who spoke was the silver-haired, blue-eyed professor, Gerald Kelly.

"We need to take care of the patient for four days, but there are seven of us, four women and three men. How should we divide the tasks?"

Everyone avoided eye contact, not knowing how to arrange it.

Seeing no one speak, Jeffrey took the initiative to arrange. "How about the women do the laundry and cooking, and the men take care of the patient."

"Why?" The blonde Rachel interrupted Jeffrey. "That fat guy is practically dead, anyone can see that taking care of the patient is the easiest job. You guys are taking the easy job."

"Who wants to do laundry and cook for you stinky men, it's so unlucky."

"But we need to turn the patient over, how can you do that?"

Jeffrey tried to explain, but Charles stopped him, shaking his head, signaling him not to argue.

"I'll switch with you. I'll do the laundry and cooking, and you take care of the patient, twelve hours a day, from 9 AM to 10 PM. After 10 PM, we all rest."

Rachel crossed her arms and nodded after hearing Charles' arrangement.

"Thanks."

Charles turned to the other three girls and asked:

"What about you, do you want to switch too?"

Madeline nodded, indicating she wanted to switch.

Emily Garcia, who had been silent, also raised her hand.

"I... I really can't cook."

"It's okay, then you can take care of the patient."

In modern society, there were fewer people who could cook, especially with such a fast-paced life, most people would prefer to save time and have meals outside.

"Mr. Kelly, can you cook?"

Gerald lowered his head, his silence was a negative answer.

Jeffrey and Charles exchanged glances, "Then Mr. Kelly, you also take care of the patient."

The patient was on the second floor, and the kitchen was on the first floor.

So the room allocation was that those taking care of the patient stayed on the second floor, and those doing laundry and cooking stayed on the first floor.

Now that the tasks were assigned, everyone dispersed and went about their business.

Rachel flipped her hair and started to go upstairs.

Halfway up, she stopped and turned to shout at Charles, "Hey, aren't you in charge of cooking? It's already past five, I'm hungry!"

Then she stomped upstairs.