The meal was served quickly.
The other players hesitated, and finally sat down after the doctor's repeated urging. Then a man dressed as a chef came out pushing a food cart.
Just as No. 9 said, each person had a pot of meatballs in sour soup, a bowl of tomato and egg soup, and a bowl of rice.
The players who received the meals looked at each other, holding chopsticks in their hands, not knowing whether they should eat or not.
The doctor urged, "We don't have much time left to eat."
As he spoke, his huge eyeballs moved and scanned the faces of each player: "Don't waste food."
It seems that one of the rules is not to waste food.
Qi Chanyang picked up the chopsticks, picked up a meatball and put it in his mouth.
"Eat it."
Sitting next to Patient No. 8 was a senior high school student with a pale face.
"These meatballs are really not human meatballs, right?"
Qi Chanyang shook his head: "No."
"Don't Answer" has been running for so many years, and players have also summed up some rules.
For example, no matter how powerful the NPC in each copy is, they must abide by the game rules of the copy. As long as the player does not trigger the NPC's killing rules, the NPC cannot take action.
Just like before, several players kept standing there and refused to sit down, and the doctor just urged them to do so.
Many players have also discussed the issue of food. After all, it takes more than three days to clear many dungeons, and you must eat the food in the dungeon during this period.
Most of the time these foods are fine, as for human flesh... As long as no player dies, human flesh will not appear in the ingredients of the dungeon.
"Really?" The student's expression improved a little, and he followed Qi Chanyang's example and picked up a meatball.
Qi Chanyang was about to explain to everyone when he heard Jie Fangcheng next to him say, "Really, human flesh doesn't taste like this."
"Bang." The meatballs on the student's chopsticks fell back into the bowl.
Everyone looked at him in horror, even the sick NPCs twisted their necks strangely and poked their heads towards him.
Jie Fangcheng looked at their expressions and was stunned: "I was joking."
Everyone: “…”
Shit! Who is this person
The senior high school student picked up the meatball again angrily, and bit it with such force that it seemed like he was biting someone's skull.
Only Qi Chanyang turned his head again and looked at him deeply.
The player named Jie Fangcheng just picked up the rice bowl, smelled it, picked up a meatball and tasted it, and then ate it with relish.
The food in the dungeon, especially the meatballs, is very difficult to tell the raw materials.
Can this person named Jie tell it by eating it
His appearance was also very strange. This was the first time that Qi Chanyang met a player who entered the dungeon at a different time from everyone else.
Moreover, when new players enter the game after their death, they will feel a little panic or excitement. Some people who died in tragic ways will not be able to escape the pain of death.
But this guy, how come he's like back home? Isn't his mentality too relaxed
More than just relaxing, Qi Chanyang watched him go get another portion of rice, and even exchanged a few words with the NPC who was serving the rice, and then came back with regret.
The senior student sitting next to No. 8 couldn't help but ask: "What did you just say to him?"
The senior high school student was named Xue Kai. He drowned while swimming with his friends after the college entrance examination.
He had been a good student since he was young and he didn't even play games normally, but after he died he was dragged into a horror game.
From the moment the elevator door opened, he kept recalling the horror movies he had seen in his mind. Now he was sitting next to No. 8... God knows when he lowered his head just now, he saw that both of No. 8's feet were placed on the ground at an angle that ordinary people could hardly imagine. At first glance, they looked like two pets.
But when his eyes met those feet, they reluctantly crawled back into their shoes from the ground as if they had their own thoughts.
So scary!
Xue Kai felt like he was about to faint, but when he looked up again, he saw another newcomer, also a student. This one, Jie Fangcheng, was chatting with the NPC Patient No. 9 and then went on to chat with the NPC who served food.
warrior!!
Xue Kai was almost dying of admiration.
"Oh, I asked if I could have some more meatballs."
"Ah... Then, what did the NPC say?"
"He said no, we didn't pay enough for the meal, so each person can only have one."
"Oh oh..." Xue Kai ate a meatball, mustered up the courage to ask again, "How dare you communicate with them?"
Patient No. 9, whose head was about to fall off, was eating. His back was stiff and his neck was stretched downward, but the back of his neck did not have an arc like a normal person. Xue Kai even felt that he was like a deflated inflatable doll, with the back of his neck bent into a sharp angle. He just kept his back straight and drank the soup on the table with his mouth.
But the height difference was really big. Number Nine continued to stretch his head down stubbornly, and the back of his neck made a "cracking" sound as if it was about to break.
Xue Kai took one look at this strange scene and immediately lowered his head, daring only to stare at his own bowl.
Just then, he heard the warrior talking to the NPC next to him.
"Xiaojiu, if you can't reach it, just pick up the bowl and drink from it."
Patient No. 9 turned his head and looked at him without blinking, with confusion in his eyes.
Jie Fangcheng sighed, picked up his bowl and put it to his mouth.
"Drink it."
Everyone: “…”
Number Nine finally drank the soup, and Jie Fangcheng said to Xue Kai: "Look, isn't this communication?"
Xue Kai hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Number 8 who was sitting next to him.
Number 8 held chopsticks in his right hand and a bowl in his left hand. As if his two hands were too far apart, he put down the bowl in his left hand and then pulled his left hand into his sleeve. The hand twisted towards his right shoulder on his chest like an octopus tentacle and soon grew out from his right shoulder.
Number 8 was satisfied and used these two arms to eat his meal again.
Xue Kai shuddered, lowered his head and stopped talking.
Qi Chanyang looked at Jie Fangcheng meaningfully again.
Communicating with NPCs and obtaining copy information is something that players must do, just like Qi Chanyang trying to get along well with the doctor on the way to the cafeteria.
But it would be good enough if a newcomer could enter the dungeon without being a drag. Is this Jie Fangcheng really a newcomer
It would be fine if he was a newcomer, but if he wasn't a newcomer, why did he hide his identity as a veteran player
Qi Chanyang's eyes were fixed on him, and at this moment, a scream suddenly came to his ears.
“Ahhh—”
Lu Xiaoqin, who was sitting next to Patient No. 3, jumped up. Everyone followed her gaze and immediately saw what had happened.
Patient No. 3 held a bowl in one hand and an eyeball in a spoon in the other.
His eyeballs rolled around on the spoon, staring straight at Lu Xiaoqin who stood up.
“Ahh—”
"What are you yelling about?" The doctor came over and looked straight at her from above his mask. "No loud noises are allowed in the cafeteria."
“Eyes, eyes… eyes…” Lu Xiaoqin was just an ordinary sophomore student who didn’t even watch horror movies. But at this moment, she was so frightened that her face turned pale and her whole body was shaking.
Patient No. 3, who was holding the spoon, had only a shriveled hole left in his right eye socket, and his left eye was looking at her together with the right eye on the spoon.
Gu Shanshan, who was also a female player and was sitting next to Patient No. 4, immediately stood up, walked to Lu Xiaoqin, supported her, and blocked her view.
The doctor looked at her: "What eyes?"
Lu Xiaoqin lay on Gu Shanshan's shoulder and didn't dare to speak. Gu Shanshan took a deep breath and answered for her: "There is an eyeball on that spoon."
Hearing this, the doctor's eyes slowly narrowed. Even though he was wearing a mask, one could feel that he was in a good mood.
"Really? Did both ladies see the eyeballs?"
"Yes." Gu Shanshan nodded.
The doctor's smile widened.
"There are no eyeballs, Ms. Lu, Ms. Gu, your hysteria may have worsened. It seems that I need to prescribe another dose of treatment medicine for both of you tonight."
Gu Shanshan's heart skipped a beat, and Lu Xiaoqin looked like she was about to faint.
"No… "
The doctor still smiled and said, "Please rest assured, ladies. The doctors at our Blue Sky Mental Hospital are very skilled and will definitely cure your illness."
But at this moment, someone suddenly spoke.
"There is an eyeball on the spoon."
The doctor turned his head and stared at the person sitting next to Number Nine.
The man also looked like an ordinary player. For some reason, when the doctor looked into his eyes, he felt vaguely uncomfortable, as if he had met his natural enemy.
Jie Fangcheng interrupted him: "You really have an eyeball, otherwise why don't you take another look at the spoon?"
As he spoke, everyone turned their heads to look at number three's spoon.
The spoon, which could only hold one eyeball, now barely contained two eyeballs. Large areas of white of the eyes were suspended in the air, and the pupils of the eyes were pressed against each other.
Number 3, who had lost both eyes, was "looking" at everyone blankly through his two holes.
The doctor's face changed.
He looked at the person next to No. 9 viciously, and Jie Fangcheng smiled at him: "I didn't lie to you, did I?"
The doctor stared at him for a long time, and then turned his gaze to Lu Xiaoqin.
He smiled in an ambiguous way: "If hysteria is not treated, it will become more and more serious. Don't be afraid to seek medical treatment."
After saying this, the smile on the doctor's face slowly disappeared.
"Why are you still standing? Sit down and eat!"
Gu Shanshan patted Lu Xiaoqin's shoulder gently, first sent Lu Xiaoqin to her seat, and then returned to her own seat.
Lu Xiaoqin continued to eat while crying.
Patient No. 3, who was sitting next to her, fumbled to pick up an eyeball from the spoon, wiped it, pressed it back into the left eye socket, then raised the spoon and swallowed the other eyeball in one gulp.
Lu Xiaoqin cried even harder.
Some players couldn't help but curse in a low voice, "What the hell is that?"
Qi Chanyang's eyes were always on Jie Fangcheng.
At exactly seven o'clock, a shrill bell rang in the cafeteria, and the chef who had just served the dishes came out again pushing the cart and collecting the plates one by one.
Thanks to Qi Chanyang's reminder, everyone ate cleanly. After cleaning up, the chef looked at them and sighed softly.
The doctor stood at the door and said expressionlessly: "Free time is over, go back to your room and rest at 10 o'clock."
After saying this, his eyes looked at Lu Xiaoqin again.
"If there are patients with worsening hysteria, they can go to the second floor clinic for treatment."
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Although it was said to be free time, in fact many places outside were locked. The doctor only opened the reading room and the badminton hall.
The players followed the patient NPC and entered the badminton hall under the doctor's supervision, and then gathered in a corner to start communicating.
Qi Chanyang, a veteran who has completed multiple copies, will first make a summary.
"Let's first sort out the current rules of this instance."
"1. Don't waste food when eating. Just now, when the chef went to clean up the dishes, he checked each of our plates and found that no one had any leftovers. He sighed with regret. So if there were leftovers, it might trigger a killing mechanism or a punishment mechanism."
"2. Don't show it when you encounter an unreasonable scene, or don't show it in front of the doctor NPC, otherwise you will be given medicine. This medicine may not kill you instantly, but judging from the NPC's appearance, it won't be a good thing."
Gu Shanshan added: "The doctor NPC just told Xiaoqin and me that 'I need to prescribe another dose of treatment medicine for both of you tonight'. In other words, we may have a dose of medicine to take at night. If that's true, what about the medicine at night? Should we take it?"
Qi Chanyang looked at her again.
In the situation just now, Lu Xiaoqin was so scared that she didn't even dare to raise her eyes, but Gu Shanshan could clearly remember what the NPC said, which is rare for a newcomer.
Of course, there is a newcomer—
"By the way, before we continue our discussion, I have a question." Qi Chanyang looked at Jie Fangcheng, "Jie Fangcheng, can you explain to me how you made No. 3's eyeball fall into the spoon?"
"Um?"
Qi Chanyang didn't even blink, and pressed his fingers on his wrist, which was the entrance to the system backpack he set up. This action would allow him to take out props from the system backpack as quickly as possible.
"I've found it very strange since you entered the game. This is the first time I've seen a player enter a dungeon at a different time than everyone else. Of course, it could also be that I haven't completed the dungeon enough times, so this phenomenon might be common."
"But you are a newcomer. You are not afraid of these NPCs. The No. 9 sitting next to you can sit up straight and even bend his head in half. And you can still chat with him happily."
"That's not the point—"
"As a newcomer, how did you get No. 3 to dig out his eyeballs and put them in the spoon? Answer me!" Qi Chanyang spoke sternly at the end.
Jie Fangcheng let out an "ah", not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"It's very simple. Xiaojiu!"
The NPC wearing a hospital gown with "Number Nine" printed on it was standing on the edge of the court holding a badminton racket, hitting his head back and forth like a ball. When he heard Jie Fangcheng calling him, Number Nine slowly turned his head, folded it 180 degrees, and looked upside down at the players in the corner.
Jie Fangcheng waved at him: "Come on."
Number Nine thought for a moment, moved his body, and walked over slowly.
He walked in a strange way, or rather, these patient NPCs all walked in a strange way, as if they were staggering as if their bodies would fall apart at any time.
Jie Fangcheng patted his shoulder and said, "Go and dig out No. 3's eyeball secretly, and I'll give you an extra meatball for dinner tomorrow."
After that, Jie Fangcheng was very considerate: "By the way, remember to put it back after you are done, so as not to affect your relationship."
Number Nine's eyes lit up.
He turned around and went to look for number three.
Number Three was playing badminton with Number Four—it was another eyeball that belonged to someone unknown, flying in the air with great elasticity, and being hit by the badminton racket, making a banging sound.
Everyone soon found out how Number Nine had plucked out Number Three's eyes in front of the doctor NPC.
He squatted on the edge of the court, and with his right hand, he pried off his left hand with a "click", and then threw his left hand out while No. 3 went to pick up his fallen eyeball.
His left hand reached out to No. 3's face with great precision, as if guided by a robot, and he scratched his eyeball with his index finger.
"I...I'm going to the bathroom."
This scene was truly something that not everyone could bear. Lu Xiaoqin stood up shakily.
This girl had never even killed a chicken in her life, and now seeing people with broken hands and buttonholes, it was really hard to continue watching.
No matter how calm Gu Shanshan was, her scalp was tingling. She stood up and said, "I'll go with you."
Number Nine dug around with his left hand for several times, and after successfully getting the eyeball, he twisted it between his index finger and thumb, and from a distance it looked like he was making an OK gesture.
"See, it's very simple!" said Jie Fangcheng.
Qi Chanyang: “…”
He looked at Jie Fangcheng doubtfully: "You are really brave. Aren't you afraid of such a scene at all?"
“Oh, my work has something to do with this.”
"what relationship?"
Jie Fangcheng smiled and said, "I don't think I've introduced myself yet. Hello, my name is Jie Fangcheng, I'm the department manager of the Finance Department of the Underworld, and I'm retired now."
"?"
It would have been fine if he didn't introduce himself, but after he introduced himself, Qi Chanyang was stunned.
difu? Is this a well-known big company? Retirement? This guy looks so young, is he twenty years old? Is he working
Xue Kai suddenly realized it. While Jie Fangcheng was talking to No. 9 who had completed his mission, he leaned over to Qi Chanyang's ear and whispered, "It could be Yu C."
"What?" Qi Chanyang didn't understand.
"It's voice cosplay, role-playing. They will set a character for themselves and then put themselves into the role."
"That's not right," said another player at the side, "Yu C isn't that obsessed, I think it's the Dark Realm."
"The Black Realm? What is that?"
"It's just... how to say it, oh, the QQ family, it's similar to role-playing, a group of people on the Internet form a family. He may have joined the Hades family, and then played the role of the department manager of the finance department. But for various reasons, he may have been replaced by someone else, so he said he retired. Hades must have been exposed to this kind of knowledge frequently. Now that he encountered this situation, he immersed himself in cosplay and was bolder."
Qi Chanyang also understood.
Oh, funeral love is not mainstream!
Over there, Jie Fangcheng was chatting with No.9 who had completed the task. A few people squatting in the corner could vaguely hear him praising the scene where No.9 broke his left hand off, which was so cool and powerful. Even Xue Kai couldn't help but wonder, is immersive role-playing so useful that it can make people ignore these scenes that are unimaginable to ordinary people
Should he set it up too
Then he will be... Uh, isn't the setting of King Yama a bit too exaggerated? Wouldn't Black and White Impermanence be better
Just as I was thinking this, the two ladies who went to the bathroom came back with pale faces.
"What's wrong?"
Gu Shanshan gritted her teeth and took a deep breath.
"We wanted to wash our hands in the sink just now, but when we turned on the faucet, we found that what came out was not water."
"What is it?"
"It's blood, and there are pieces of flesh in the blood... and human fingernails!"
(End of this chapter)