The last player walks out of the nursing home.
clang-
The iron door closed automatically without wind, slowly closing, and the lock hanging on it swayed, as if a pair of invisible hands locked it.
The thick fog came, and the entire sanatorium was covered, and the ghosts inside lay quietly on the ground, waiting for the next sanatorium to open.
They look forward to the next carnival of flesh and blood.
in the hut.
Zhou Wenyan was still lying on the white porcelain floor tiles, with a small pool of blood under his body, staining his white coat red. He opened his eyes and reached out to caress his chest.
The wound there had healed, leaving only a thin line of blood.
"You will regret this."
An indifferent tone sounded in the hut.
Zhou Wenyan supported the ground with one hand and got up from the ground.
That man is a phantom.
He was also wearing a white coat and couldn't see his expression clearly.
Zhou Wenyan stared at him: "President."
"No." The dean came to Zhou Wenyan's side in the blink of an eye, raised his hand, pressed his shoulder in a false way, and said, "Now you are the dean."
The sound of the game pops up:
[Player Zhou Wenyan failed the game and will become the next director of the Fukuyama Psychiatric Sanatorium.]
Half of the dean's palm had already sunk into Zhou Wenyan's body, and his voice was low and cold: "You will be trapped here forever, with no death and no hope."
"Players come and go, and you... never get out."
Zhou Wenyan's body trembled, his eyes lost all vigour, and he allowed the dean to slowly merge into his body.
If the two become one, Zhou Wenyan's "human" part will be erased, leaving only a body without emotion and completely becoming the next dean.
Just when the two were about to merge into one, the dean stopped and screamed: "No, no..."
The dean found that there was a terrifying black mist in Zhou Wenyan's body, which had been dormant before, but now that the time was up, he suddenly rushed out, biting and swallowing him.
The dean struggled to get out of Zhou Wenyan's body, but he was tightly bound by the black mist, and was pulled back slowly and firmly.
The black mist dissipated.
Before the dean entered Zhou Wenyan's body, he was completely swallowed by the black mist in his body.
Zhou Wenyan opened his eyes, wiped his thumb from his lips, and evoked a satisfied smile: "Do you think I will be obedient?"
The game is silent for a moment:
[Even so, you can't leave.]
Zhou Wenyan patted the white coat, like a magic trick, with something sandwiched between his index and middle fingers.
It is the special item in the hands of Xiaopingtou before, which can be directly separated from the copy without customs clearance.
The game knew that it had nothing to do with Zhou Wenyan, its mood fluctuated for a moment, and said indifferently:
[And next time.]
Zhou Wenyan raised his eyebrows: "There will be no next time."
It's not stupid, if you get killed once, there will be a second time.
Zhou Wenyan strode out without waiting for the game to answer.
The blood-stained white coat was raised, his shirt was scattered, and a little blood fell on it, giving him a wild and uninhibited feeling.
He came out of the fog.
[You have passed [Fukuyama Psychiatric Sanatorium]]
[Congratulations on your successful escape, settlement is in progress—]
[This dungeon is an assault dungeon, outside of the system plan, there is no point reward, drop special items [Key Fragments*1]]
Shen Dongqing was holding a bronze shard in his hand, which seemed to be a corner of the key. He didn't have time to think about it, so he stuffed it into his pocket, opened the door and walked out.
After being bound to Zhou Wenyan, he moved from the cubicle allocated by the game to Zhou Wenyan.
As soon as the door is opened, Zhou Wenyan's room is next to it.
Shen Dongqing walked over in two or three steps, and was about to push the door to see if Zhou Wenyan was back, when he heard a sound inside.
There was someone inside, but it wasn't Zhou Wenyan who spoke.
Zhou Wenyan was half lying on the sofa, his eyes were half closed, and he stared at the ceiling absentmindedly.
He was still dressed in the sanatorium, and was wearing a white coat stained with blood. Because he lost the identity given by the game, the wound on his chest split open, and wisps of blood flowed out.
But Zhou Wenyan didn't seem to feel the pain. He leaned his head on the sofa and said vaguely, "Give me a cigarette."
Wu Jia almost laughed: "Are you still thinking about smoking at this time?"
"Well..." Zhou Wenyan thought for a while, "Forget it, I quit a long time ago, give me a lollipop."
"Nothing." Wu Jia took out a stack of talismans and photographed Zhou Wenyan's body.
Any effect.
Healing, nourishing blood, exorcising ghosts... Whether it is useful or not, all of them are used.
But for some unknown reason, as soon as the spell touched Zhou Wenyan's body, he heard a "Zi" sound, a puff of green smoke came out, and then turned into a pile of ashes.
Dozens of talismans were thrown together, a series of "Zizzizi", like a barbecue.
"It's useless." Wu Jia went to the system to exchange for a more powerful spell, and muttered, "Boss, is the power of Specter so useful? Can you take it easy next time, I don't want to collect the corpse from you."
Zhou Wenyan glanced at Wu Jia: "It's not your turn to collect the body."
He said it easily, but he was still a little dignified when he saw the fingertips that had been eroded by the black mist and turned blue-gray.
Wu Jia: "Yes, I always die before your old man..."
Before he could finish speaking, he heard a "bang" and the door of the room was opened.
The two looked over at the same time.
Shen Dongqing was standing at the door, facing the light, unable to see his expression.
Wu Jia raised his hand subconsciously and explained, "We are innocent."
Zhou Wenyan sneered and kicked him in the air: "Get out."
Wu Jia hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Zhou Wenyan's hand: "This..."
Zhou Wenyan: "I'm fine."
Wu Jia had no choice but to dodge from Shen Dongqing's side and closed the door.
Zhou Wenyan looked up at the person who came.
Shen Dongqing stood there, looking a little strange.
In the past, he always smiled, or showed little tiger teeth or wore dimples, with a simple taste, but now his expression is a bit indescribable.
Are you angry
Because of the erosion of yin qi, Zhou Wenyan's fingers twitched unconsciously, causing heart-piercing pain. But his thoughts were not on this, but on other things.
Will he come over and ask him why he took the risk, or will he rush up and hug him
pity.
Neither.
Shen Dongqing came over, with some doubts between his brows: "How did you become delicious?"
Zhou Wenyan repeated: "Okay, eat?"
Sounds weird.
Shen Dongqing could no longer control himself.
If the remnants in the sanatorium before were small biscuits, then Zhou Wenyan put a sumptuous seafood dinner in front of him, and even put a knife and fork thoughtfully.
Who can resist this
Zhou Wenyan didn't get an answer, he just felt his body sink, and Shen Dongqing's whole body was pressed up.
Shen Dongqing raised his head, his black and white eyes sparkled, and he discussed, "Give me a bite, just one bite."
Before Zhou Wenyan could ask how to eat it, Shen Dongqing rushed over and kissed him on the lips.
No, biting is more accurate.
Shen Dongqing didn't control his strength and smashed the corner of Zhou Wenyan's lips, both of them had a rust smell in their mouths. Shen Dongqing tried it, and he could eat the yin without biting, so he kept that posture and narrowed his eyes in enjoyment.
"Boss, you..."
Wu Jia remembered something, opened the door and saw this picture.
He shivered a bit, and quickly closed the door, and added: "I didn't see anything!"
After Shen Dongqing had eaten and drank enough, he immediately threw Zhou Wenyan aside and lay down on the sofa by himself.
Zhou Wenyan raised his hand and saw that the original green and gray fingers had regained their vigor, and the yin qi that was about to break out of the body had also weakened a little.
Is it eaten
He turned to look at Shen Dongqing.
Shen Dongqing squinted his eyes with satisfaction, and suddenly felt the line of sight directed at him, he tilted his head suspiciously: "?"
Zhou Wenyan asked, "Are you full?"
Shen Dongqing blinked: "I'm full."
Zhou Wenyan said generously, "You can take another bite."
Shen Dongqing hesitated.
The reserve grain still cannot be eaten in one go, and it has to wait for a while before it can be eaten again.
"No." He shook his head hard.
Zhou Wenyan raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, and said temptingly, "Don't you want to eat any more?"
Shen Dongqing struggled.
Zhou Wenyan beckoned to him, like tempting a little white rabbit who is not familiar with the world: "Come here, I will teach you how to 'eat' correctly."
Under the temptation of the delicious food, Shen Dongqing passed by in a daze.
"To be like this..."
"Yes, take it lightly."
Zhou Wenyan is a patient teacher, he teaches students anxiously, and he kisses each other for many times.
In the end, Shen Dongqing was full, and Zhou Wenyan was also "full".
Since that day, although it has not been explicitly stated, the relationship between the two is only a layer of window paper.
It's just that before this layer of window paper has been pierced, a new round of games has begun.
Wu Jia complained: "Why so fast, shouldn't there be a break?"
Zhou Wenyan said lazily, "Of course it was arranged by this unlucky game."
Last time he broke the dead end set by the game, the game should be very uncomfortable, so they arranged a new game copy for them, hoping to solve the unstable factors.
Shen Dongqing was not as lazy as before, but sat up straight like in class, and asked earnestly, "What does this game copy look like? Do you want to prepare something?"
Zhou Wenyan glanced at him in surprise.
I have never seen Xiao Dongqing so serious before, what happened
Shen Dongqing seemed to understand the doubt expressed in Zhou Wenyan's eyes, and scratched his head: "I want to know more, I can... protect you." He was a little embarrassed, and the second half of the sentence was a little light.
In the last dungeon, Shen Dongqing almost lost the reserves.
Fortunately, Zhou *reserve grain* Wen Yan is very good. Not only did he not blame him, but he also generously gave him yin qi to eat. He also had to protect the reserve grain to ensure that there would be delicious food in the future.
So any window paper is probably Zhou Wenyan's wishful thinking.
Shen Dongqing didn't think of this at all.
Zhou Wenyan heard what Shen Dongqing said, his eyes softened a little, and he said, "With me here, don't worry about it, just play."
Shen Dongqing pursed his lips and smiled: "Okay."
The innocent Wu Jia couldn't help covering his eyes.
ok... flash...
bang bang bang-
The minibus wobbled and drove on the country road.
The seats in the car were all filled, including the driver and passengers, a total of ten people.
But there was no sound in the car at all, all of them were waiting in earnest, and no one was a newcomer.
Wu Jia whispered: "It seems that the difficulty of this game is not low."
Generally speaking, games with new players are not too difficult, and the group destruction rate is around 45%. But if they were all old players, the group destruction rate would be as high as 85%.
It means that most of the people in this car may not be able to come back.
Wu Jia was worried: "I don't know what kind of game it will be."
The game types are roughly divided into supernatural, decryption, battle royale, faction confrontation, and role-playing. There may be a single element or a random combination.
The two big men in front didn't have this concern, they should eat and sleep.
Halfway through the bus, the horn in the car rang.
The announcer is a gloomy woman who speaks weakly, for fear that she will die in the next moment.
[You are about to enter the city of plague]
[Please follow the guidance of the guide]
Two words, gone.
No game information, no clearance conditions, nothing but a place name.
There was a commotion in the carriage.
After seeing enough panic and confusion, the woman's voice sounded again, with a taste of schadenfreude.
[Only by eliminating the plague can you leave the city of plague]
[Wish you guys good luck]
After all the information was broadcast, the players began to discuss.
"City of Plague, is it a zombie?"
"It is very likely that it is a zombie. Maybe a vaccine can be found to solve it."
"What if I get bitten?"
creak —
The driver slammed on the brakes and stopped.
The door opened slowly, and there was a green forest outside the car.
After hesitating for a while, the whole car got out of the car.
Nine people stood in an open space, watching the minibus drive away.
Someone shouted: "What the hell is this place? There's no fart!"
Someone sank to look for clues and found a road sign next to it.
The road signs were erected in the open air and were in tatters, and the words written on them could only be seen clearly.
Go left is Dreamland.
To the right is the city of plague.
"It won't let us go, will it?"
While everyone was in a daze at this road sign, the minibus turned around and drove back.
Someone stopped the car and asked, "This is not the city of plague!"
The driver rolled down the car window, as if looking at two fools: "Who dares to go to the ghost place of the city of plague?"
"Then how do we go?"
The driver pointed with his chin: "Here, the guide is here."
The players looked in the direction he pointed.
There was nothing but a towering tree.
They felt that they had been cheated, and they turned around and prepared to settle the account with the driver.
Unexpectedly, the driver slipped away long ago, and he didn't even eat the exhaust gas of the car.
When everyone was worried, Shen Dongqing suddenly said, "Is it it?"
Looking up, a cat is lying on the branch.
It's a yellow and white orange cat. It looks pampered and its fur is smooth and smooth. It's definitely not what a stray cat in the forest can look like.
The orange cat lazily opened his eyes, met Shen Dongqing, and lengthened his tone: "Meow—"
It jumped down from the tree and landed in front of everyone, its tail was raised high, and it walked forward arrogantly, looking like the guide the game said.
The players looked at each other.
So the question is, who understands cat language and translates for the translator
The players present are all multi-talented people who have survived until now, but no one understands cat language.
Seeing that the figure of the orange cat was about to disappear in front of them, the group quickly chased after him.
Not long after walking, I saw a small city.
The city wall is not high, and you can see buildings with different styles inside.
There was a girl sitting at the gate of the city. She was pure and white. After a brief registration, they were released.
He also said to them, "Have fun."
It seems to be receiving tourists.
Going along the stone path, you can see the neat and clean city.
There are no zombies, no plague, just cute little animals lying on the eaves to bask in the sun.
Someone blurted out: "What about the plague? Where did the zombies go?"