"This is not a problem, the game is to collect and organize the powerful ghosts after death to make a copy of the game."
Jiang Xiaoli choked for a moment, she thought about it, and it seemed to be true. It's not a chicken-and-egg question at all. This game comes from reality—maybe it's a reality in a different timeline, but it's also a reality after it happened and became a ghost. What comes first, obviously.
—footsteps.
"somebody is coming!"
Jiang Xiaoli and Wei Qianrong cleaned up quickly, and sat down in their seats as if nothing had happened. I saw two doctors coming in, and one of the doctors complained while looking at the treatment record booklet: "That lunatic went crazy again. After being electrocuted twice, he was foaming and passed out. He was still laughing. He just wanted to run around all day long." Singing that shit song all over the place, I really don't want to take on this patient."
"No, worry about him all day." The two doctors entered the office and put the brochures in their respective drawers, then changed their clothes and went to the cafeteria.
Jiang Xiaoli glanced at the door, and after confirming that the person had really walked away, she gestured to Wei Qianrong. Wei Qianrong went to the drawer and took out the patient booklet, and quickly found the information and number of the crazy patient who liked to sing.
Patient 120, Fang Youwei.
promising? Do something, why not
Wei Qianrong returned the booklet, knowing that this was just a copy of the game world, but still couldn't help but sigh.
"I don't know if he's really crazy, but... even if he's not really crazy, it's probably coming soon. Those who can endure these tortures in this kind of place are not normal people."
They continued to search in the office and confirmed that there was no other important information. Jiang Xiaoli and Wei Qianrong changed into a new white coat from the dressing room in the lounge compartment, arranged their clothes, and confirmed that the magnetic cards and other important items were all intact. On the body, out of the office.
"It's half past four, we have to hurry up." After searching the office for an hour, this time is not too long, but at five o'clock, the weird escape will start, and the patients will also become zombies, so they have no chance Got a clue. —Knowing about that lunatic patient, they are afraid that nights and dreams will lead to accidents.
Ward locked? It doesn't matter, there is a professional lockpicker Mr. Li.
Master Li was a little upset. Master Li suspected that he was a tool ghost. If it weren't for sleeping with Xiangruan's daughter-in-law every night, Master Li would have rebelled long ago.
The patient Fang Youwei seemed to have fallen into a coma while lying on the hospital bed, and he even twitched from time to time, which was a bit scary.
"Fang Youwei? No. 120?"
The pale patient on the bed struggled to move, he opened his eyes, his eyeballs were full of bloodshot eyes, it looked extremely oozing. He yelled hoarsely "ah", and danced as if he wanted to get up, but in the end he fell limply on the bed.
But he is awake now.
His face, which was originally as pale as a dead person's face, was dyed a blush at a speed visible to the naked eye after waking up, a sickly, crazy red, and he smiled. The curvature of the smile is something that ordinary people can achieve but not With such an arc of laughter, he waved his hand and sang that song again...
Sing the song of the eight patients.
"Murderer No. 5 died, fell to his death, jumped to his death. He broke a hand, what do you know? Do you know... what?"
Fang Youwei's singing voice paused for a moment, but he continued to sing. It's just that he looked at Jiang Xiaoli and Wei Qianrong a little strangely, he suddenly rolled over excitedly and rolled off the bed, as if he wanted to say something, but he suddenly froze. He shivered and held up a forced smile, the blush on his face gradually faded, and he sang loudly "Number One is a violent maniac, violent, crazy and crazy..." over and over again.
Jiang Xiaoli was a little strange, she walked to the bed, and slowly took out a corner of the diary from her pocket, she thought this should make Fang Youwei remember something, but Fang Youwei didn't take out the diary yet, it was convenient for Fang Youwei Frantically threw her down. Jiang Xiaoli's head hit the ground fiercely, she curled up in pain, Wei Qianrong quickly pulled Fang Youwei away to help Jiang Xiaoli up, but from the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a ball... It didn't look like Yin Qi, but it was still disgusting breath drifted through the window.
'It seems that there is something just now? what is that? Li Hongying was a little surprised, it was also the first time she came into contact with these strange existences, "Is it the breath of the devil?" Or demons... Are these real, physical beings? '
"You actually have something you don't know... Hiss, it hurts so much." Jiang Xiaoli rubbed the back of her head while complaining, of course she knew that Fang Youwei must have been stimulated by something. She put her hand into her pocket, intending to put the diary away, but unexpectedly found an extra ball of paper. Jiang Xiaoli was startled, but the pained expression on his face remained unchanged. "This person is probably a lunatic... Hiss, lunatic... haha..."
Jiang Xiaoli said it a little funny, who in this hospital is not a lunatic? Even the players are crazy.
"Hurry up, the time is coming." Jiang Xiaoli urged, and took the initiative to pull Wei Qianrong's white coat sleeve and walked out.
16:56...
Jiang Xiaoli and Wei Qianrong hurried to the first floor, they found an open place to sit down, Jiang Xiaoli took out the crumpled paper from his pocket at this moment—
The characters are crooked, and the writer seems to have lost his grip on the pen. I can't see the handwriting when I first wrote the diary. Jiang Xiaoli thought of Fang Youwei's hands—hands with only bones left, would tremble uncontrollably. His skin was pale and pale, almost not like the skin of a living person.
"Stop...? Stop... the moon... the night of the full moon?" The crooked word is difficult to recognize, Jiang Xiaoli frowned and judged, "The blood of a violent man... the tears of a crybaby... the saliva of a liar... the coward's Eyeballs... murderer's right hand... big eater's stomach... crazy brain... homosexual heart..."
These are the key needs of the evil formation! That's it!
"Why do you need a crazy brain? Will zombies eat my brain?" Jiang Xiaoli felt that the thing she wanted was inexplicable. To put it bluntly, she thought the homosexual would be fingers or... Well, maybe she Biased, the patient Wei Qianrong may represent the entire homosexual group. Crazy, talking to himself non-stop... Don't you want a mouth? By brain, do you mean TA's thinking
Violent blood, something as subtle as a violent factor? It's like there's romance in your blood? Crybaby's tears... Liar's saliva... Isn't the liar's saliva too inexplicable? A coward meets a ghost... so TA can see ghosts, with yin and yang eyes? Jiang Xiaoli couldn't help but think deeply about the reality, if some children are born to see things that ordinary people can't see——for ordinary people, it is indeed very scary. Stamped as a madman and sent to the hospital...seems like a possibility too. The right hand of the murderer, the right hand of sin? The stomach of the big stomach king... It is normal to choose this organ...
Jiang Xiaoli sighed, "It's really troublesome. Can't we have a game that only needs to consume props and simply kill, kill, run, and run..."
Prevent? This must be stopped. The player dies = the ritual is successful. Game clearance = player survival = ritual failure. Isn't this obvious? Who would sit and wait to die
"It's five o'clock! It's five o'clock! Why are you still sitting here!" Luo Mingjie hurried over. He didn't know where to hide all day to find clues, but he ran out when it was time to escape.
"By the way, you are number one, right? Be careful with your blood, that's what the dean wants. If you lose all your blood, you must be dead too." Jiang Xiaoli said for a moment: "Blood, tears, saliva It's all liquid, isn't this going to crush all the organs into... a liquid that can draw arrays?"
"It's very possible." Wei Qianrong pulled Jiang Xiaoli up, "But it's useless even if you understand this."
After all, they don't want to and won't see that kind of time.
"Didn't you? You found a lot of clues? Let me tell you, sisters—ah, sisters, sisters!" Luo Mingjie knew that the two of them knew a lot when he heard it, and he beat them up hard. The news obtained by the doctors dodging around in embarrassment is probably not as much as these two.
"You just need to know that the players had better not die." Wei Qianrong gave him a sideways look and said.
Even so, the daily... escape time requires the player's death to end early. This is the second day, and they don't know how long this escape time will last if it doesn't end early.
"Is it... a copy of group cooperation?"
"No, there will be one last... No, to be safe, it's enough for the last two players to survive." Wei Qianrong smiled and said. If there is only one material left, maybe the dean can easily find an alternative, but the more materials left, the less likely it is to find an alternative.
Luo Mingjie stopped talking, not because he didn't want to continue asking, but because those monsters appeared.
While they were fighting and retreating to defend against brainless zombies, mutated stick monsters, and crawling monsters—outside the ward of patient 120, a person walked slowly past.
It was an ordinary man, wearing a black robe and even a hat, covering all his figure and even his appearance. It's just that from the rear, the robe seems to be pushed up by something again, and the outline looks... a bit like a folded membranous wing. The hat is also, this black cloth hat is topped with two raised points, like horns. He easily unscrewed the door and walked into the ward—he looked at the terrified patient on the bed and smiled. This smile made the patient see his vertical pupils with an ominous purple glow faintly under the brim of his hat.
"Hush, I'm here by summoning..." His voice was low and magnetic, but the simple words seemed to possess the magical power to captivate the soul. The nervous patient on the bed relaxed instantly, and looked at him with blurred eyes. .