On the first day after inheriting the sanatorium, Lin Qi received three things:
A dilapidated building, a mountain of debt, and a medical record book that wrote by itself.
The book said: Go capture urban legends, or you'll become an exhibit.
Lin Qi: ...Fine, but where am I supposed to put them?
The book: Turn the place into a museum and put them on display.
So he stuffed all the urban legends he captured into the wards, turned them into themed exhibition halls, and started selling tickets.
Visitor A: "That faceless schoolboy really does leave messages on the blackboard!"
Visitor B: "The slit-mouthed woman used her scissors to carve 'Nice hairstyle today' into me... Should I be happy?"
Visitor C: "I framed the ticket the Eight-Foot-Tall Woman gave me and hung it up at home!"
Visitor D: "The driver at Kisaragi Station said, 'Welcome home'... I cried."
Looking at his account balance, Lin Qi happily paid his employees.
Xiao Wen, here's your bonus this month. I'll buy you colored chalk.
A Jian, your new scissors are here. Go ahead and slash away.
Eight-Foot-Tall, I've replaced your sign with a new one.
Old Driver, we've installed air conditioning in the carriage.
Then one day, he heard countless people breathing inside Ward No. 0.
Lin Qi lowered his head and asked the medical record book, "Can the thing in there... be our museum's crown jewel?"
Words slowly appeared on the page: "You're playing with fire."
Lin Qi: "Fire can be an exhibit too."
The book: "..."
