Wen Shi's initiative to show goodwill was not responded to. The boy just lowered his head slightly again, and the moment he lowered his head gave people the illusion that he was nodding in response.
There was not much communication between the two sides on the first day. Wen Shi tried his best to stick to the original point. It was not until dinner time that he started talking again and offered to help the other party eat the disgusting food.
Not surprisingly, Jian Qingrong refused.
After breakfast, it’s time for the most relaxing study.
The staff didn't pay much attention to the teaching, but after seeing the two experimental subjects learn quickly, they nodded with satisfaction. IQ is also a screening criterion for experimental subjects. Those with a high IQ and moderate brain development can play a certain role in protecting against pollution invading the mind.
The test samples will be sent to the laboratory in order of their numbers.
Jian Qingrong went first, and when he was about to close the book, a small hand next to him suddenly pointed to a word on the paper.
hour.
Jian Qingrong subconsciously glanced at the word, and he finally looked up and looked straight at Wen Shi, who was smiling innocently and enthusiastically, very similar to the sunflower in the illustration of the book, overly enthusiastic and inappropriate.
In this ward, besides him, there were experimental subjects destroyed almost every month. Knowing that this flower would wither soon, Jian Qingrong put down the book and left with the staff without saying a word.
"Wait." Wen Shi suddenly grabbed his hand.
Jian Qingrong was forced to stop.
After a few seconds, Wen Shi let go with some regret and said only three words: "Hold on."
[Reminder: It is forbidden to send props to others during this replay]
Wen Shi originally wanted to give Jian Qingrong the unused [Painkillers] in the Mermaid Dungeon, but unfortunately the system explicitly prohibited it. Although this thing can't restore health, it has just the right effect of relieving pain for two hours each time.
Relying on the [painkillers], when Wen Shi was taken to the laboratory again, the whole process was as if he was anesthetized. After coming back, he could even rub Jian Qingrong's wrist to relieve the discomfort caused by the infusion.
The image template of No. 83 was originally generated based on Wen Shi. The game created a little sun image that is almost impossible to exist in reality based on his standard of being a good person in front of Jian Qingrong. However, this template also contains some of Wen Shi's personality traits. For example, No. 83 has a rebellious spirit and he will constantly instill in Jian Qingrong the important concept of survival.
Wen Shi didn't need to pretend to be a child deliberately, he could do it easily.
"Live and hold on."
Every day, he would point to the sunflower in the book and say the same thing.
This flower has the effect of curing injuries, just like Wen Shi is trying his best to heal Jian Qingrong. Even if it can leave a glimmer of light in the heart of Jian Qingrong when he was young, the extremes in adulthood may be slightly relieved.
Unlike Wen Shi's enthusiasm, Jian Qingrong rarely paid attention to him most of the time and showed an extremely cold attitude.
The only difference was that he would open the same book and turn to the page with the sunflowers during study time. Sometimes Jian Qingrong would sit on the bed and study the bell, which was very precious to him, but he would not let Wen Shi touch it.
With the help of painkillers and other tools, Wen Shi looked very energetic, as if the experiments did not cause him any pain. Every time he was taken back to the ward, as soon as the staff left, Wen Shi became lively again.
Many times, he gave Jian Qingrong an illusion: No. 83 was healthy and could coexist with the pollution source.
As the days passed, Wen Shi knew from the employees' obviously irritable expressions over the past two days that the day of destruction was approaching.
The last time I was working on an archive project, it was close to New Year’s Eve and the employees were showing this kind of irritability about having to work overtime.
Number 83 will be disposed of on Chinese New Year's Day.
Horrible pus flowed from his eyes, which was a precursor to the collapse of the body system. Wen Shi lay with his back to Jian Qingrong, expressionless and trying to wipe it off. However, a pair of cold hands took out a tissue in advance and helped him wipe it off.
Wen Shi turned around suddenly and saw that Jian Qingrong had pulled out the needle at some point and was standing beside his bed, frowning as he looked at his increasingly weak and frail body.
"Your face..." Jian Qingrong took the initiative to talk to Wen Shi for the first time: "I can't remember it clearly."
Not to mention that he couldn't remember clearly, Wen Shi had never seen clearly in the mirror. He spent all day in the game blurring out his appearance, probably to prevent Jian Qingrong from remembering his voice and face, which would have too much impact on his future.
Wen Shi was just thinking of what excuse to use to get away with it when he suddenly heard voices talking outside the door.
The employees' complaints are filled with strong resentment.
"I'm on duty again this year. I haven't spent the New Year with my family for two years. What a shitty schedule."
"Who isn't?"
Ironically, they also know the meaning of the Chinese New Year.
Wen Shi now had difficulty even sitting up. In the previous role-playing, he was almost always repeating what No. 83 said and did in his memory, trying to reduce the deviations from the past.
But this time it's different.
Leaning against the bed, he thought for a long time and said only one sentence: "I will come back to find you, for sure."
The last two words were spoken softly, with no ups and downs in the tone, but they carried an indescribable sense of power.
Jian Qingrong stood still for a long time. His face, which usually showed no unnecessary expression, now showed a hint of complexity. He suddenly asked a question that seemed childish to both of them: "What if you come back and I don't recognize you?"
If he didn't even have the strength to raise his hands, Wen Shi really wanted to rub his face. When his cold and hard face softened, it would naturally reveal a sense of vulnerability.
At this time, Jian Qingrong was really gullible. Although his reason told him that No. 83 was dead, Jian Qingrong still tried his best to dig out evidence that No. 83 could survive from the details.
It is impossible for humans to have such bright qualities as No. 83. Every time No. 83 came back from the laboratory, he never cried out in pain, as he did not suffer from analgesia. Once, he accidentally bumped into the table in the middle of the night, and No. 83 covered his forehead and cried out for a while.
Perhaps, No. 83 really has some special identity, such as a fairy who came to the earth to experience trials and tribulations, or a kind-hearted monster in a fairy tale... In order to brainwash the experimental subjects, the sanatorium provided books that specifically wrote about these things, as well as books about cause and effect and reincarnation, telling them that the more suffering they endure in this life, the happier they will be in the next life.
Jian Qingrong has always hated these kinds of descriptions, but this time, he wants to believe them.
"Then let's make a secret code." Wen Shi stretched out his hand and made a pinky promise with him: "With the secret code, you will know it's me."
Jian Qingrong was stunned at first, then nodded.
His gaze drifted to the books on the cabinet, and his mind was occupied by the tenacious and bright sunflowers. Jian Qingrong's lips moved, and just as he was about to say these three words, Wen Shi spoke first.
"The code can't be too simple." Wen Shi thought very carefully: "What if someone knows it, or someone happens to match it by mistake?"
His current appearance cannot be remembered to prevent impersonation.
"I figured it out! Ahem... " He spoke too quickly, causing him to be out of breath. Wen Shi covered his chest and took a deep breath. "When we meet next time, I will "die" in front of you, and then resurrect on the spot, so that I can prove myself."
Anyway, all of this will happen in the elevator shaft of the nursing home in the future.
It's his secret code, and no one can imitate it.
Jian Qingrong: “???!”
The day after Wen Shi made his shocking remarks, New Year’s Eve arrived.
No. 83 will not survive New Year’s Eve.
On the day of family reunion, Wen Shi had almost no strength to stand up. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to hear the sound of bells ringing outside.
It's ethereal and has a metallic coolness, and makes people feel as if they are infinitely close to happiness.
"Family..." Generally, the experimental subjects sent to the sanatorium are mostly orphans. When Jian Qingrong heard the word "family", he subconsciously asked, "Are there many?"
Wen Shi paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "A few hundred million."
In the time where the past and the future intersect, we will eventually meet again, and the days after the reunion will be much more lively and rich than you can imagine.
When their eyes met, Jian Qingrong could see from the smiling eyes that his expectations for the future were burning.
As silly as it may seem, No. 83's life is already counting down.
The door opened, and Wen Shi was placed on a stretcher by a worker wearing protective clothing. His thin body seemed to float on the stretcher, allowing him to see Jian Qingrong lying on the bed on the other side.
Those eyes were dark and deep, and they hadn't blinked at all since then.
Wen Shi's fingers moved, and finally he said what he had said when No. 83 left last time: "Go to sleep, go to sleep."
When the day comes when we can see the sun outside, everything will gradually get better.
The corpse transport vehicle was parked at the door. There had never been an incinerator in the sanatorium, and now there were people who had died of the infection everywhere outside. Corpses were often taken to the roadside and thrown away, and no one cared at all.
Abandoned corpses either decay or are eaten by the infected at night as food.
The nurse roughly injected a tube of medicine into Wen Shi, then threw it into the car, not forgetting to say to the driver: "Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year." The driver replied, and the car officially set off.
As the vehicle was shaken, Wen Shi, who was injected with a high concentration of toxins, watched his health points continue to drop.
30, 20… 3, 2—
With a loud thud, Wen Shi was thrown down near the tunnel, and his health points of 100 were completely emptied.
He was lying on his back. The moon was so dim that it was almost invisible tonight. The health value on the attribute panel remained at [1].
"A trace of blood can travel the world."
Wen Shi's mouth twitched: "I knew it..."
In each copy, he is destined to die once!!
[This review has ended]
The prompt sound interrupted his rant. Originally, Wen Shi thought it would loop again. It seemed that the game counted the two events of traveling back in time and changing the past as one.
The tunnel, the darkness, everything around him blurred in an instant. Wen Shi heard the sound of bones creaking, and his body began to return to normal.
His consciousness fell into darkness. When Wen Shi finally had the strength to open his eyes again, the man sitting on the sofa raised his eyebrows: "You are finally back. I have been scolded for a long time."
Those sarcastic accusations created two new memory cocoons in this fantasy.
Wen Shi subconsciously reached out and touched the nearby piece of meat, which was full of the man's newly generated memories. Wen Shi heard the uninterrupted output of the mechanical sound and shook his head: "The curse is really dirty."
The man nodded heavily.
is not that right
He really wanted to take a puff of cigarette to slow down his pace, but he forced himself to hold it back because Wen Shi was present.
The man's gaze returned to Wen Shi and he said, "Go, find my brain, get the inheritance, and restore the hospital to its original order."
Wen Shi was stunned.
Without giving Wen Shi any more chance to say goodbye, the man snapped his fingers lightly, meaning to inform Youxi that the illusion unfolding in his brain memory could end.
A mechanical voice sounded, as if with a slight sigh:
"The inherited mission - doctor-patient relationship has been completed."
“Please find the brain of the first Frank Hospital Director in time to gain the recognition of the patients.”
In just a short while, Wen Shi felt a dizzy feeling similar to teleportation for the second time. The world filled with faint red light disappeared, and he stood in the dim corridor on the fifth floor, leaning against the wall and breathing in deep breaths.
Wen Shi started walking towards a place without hesitation before the dizziness disappeared.
The door of the temporarily converted workshop was pushed open from the outside, and the person who was writing at the table turned over when he heard the sound.
The host had been slightly injured while helping Jian Qingrong delay the chase of No. 51. Under the dim light, he was working on his manuscript despite the injury.
When the host saw Wen, he was a little surprised: "You are still alive?"
Because of the delay in time travel, Wen Shi had been missing for almost two days.
Nodding casually, Wen Shi was not here to find the host. After entering the door, he looked directly at the Frank Hospital Rules on the wall.
"order."
Dad said that the hospital should restore its original order, and all the orders in the hospital, except for the rules about inheritance rights, are based on the code.
Although there are no patients on the fifth floor, the rules set by Dad are still hung on the wall. These rules are the embodiment of Dad's consciousness.
Wen Shi looked up at the words on the iron plate, stroked his fingers on the iron plate, and said in a very confident tone: "I found it."
As the words fell, the iron plate became colder and colder, the chill almost penetrating into the bone marrow along the fingertips. The words of the code disappeared bit by bit, and the rusty iron plate gradually became smooth and translucent, and finally clear like the sky washed by rain.
A mirror appeared before my eyes.
Wen Shi narrowed his eyes. There seemed to be a space of his own in the mirror, and he could vaguely see a glass container.
The main task only required him to find something, not take it away, so Wen Shi did not think about how to enter the space inside the mirror. He just watched quietly from an invisible distance, and finally determined that the organ stored in the container was the brain.
After a long silence, he turned to the host and asked, "Have you thought about how to end the manuscript?"
The host shook his head.
"The sixteenth of every month is Friendship Day," Wen Shi repeated one of the rules and explained, "Because the patients escaped from the ghost world on the fifteenth and were reborn on the sixteenth, so this day is chosen."
—On the fifth day, you start looking for an important item in the hospital; on the sixth day, you gain the recognition of your patients and are named the Outstanding Doctor of the Year.
Ao took great pains to find his father's brain, which meant that if he found the brain, he would have the inheritance rights. Now he has done both of these things.
Now, all he had to do was wait until the seventh day and he would be able to inherit the hospital.
Thinking of this, Wen Shi's tone was filled with rare tenderness: "At the end, you can write that a new Friendship Day is coming."
Frank Hospital will soon welcome its second director, and order will eventually return.
(End of this chapter)