Chen Chao watched the video of memories in his mind. This feeling was very strange, like a panoramic VR experience, but he really couldn't feel the slightest sense of substitution.
The sweat on my back is getting more and more, and I am exhausted!
This is the third time for Chen Chao to fast-forward the 24-hour video. His mood is like a roller coaster. From the beginning, the fear, excitement, and anger have gradually become numb.
The "crime" recorded at hand is becoming more and more detailed, and the number of densely packed words in the book can already catch up with the number of words in the chapter published today.
Among them, the most important and urgent problems are:
—【Phase 1: Secrets in the Psychological Counseling Room! 】
[There is a poorly-run psychological consultation room on the fourth floor of Block B, Building 2, Yuhua Tower. Among the patient files he diagnosed, there are some that are exclusively for lunatics and mental patients. Among them, there is a certain case. Come out! 】
【...】
[Ps: The remaining time of the first stage is 65 hours! 】
Less than three days after 65 hours was converted, Chen Chao looked at the pendulum that kept swinging on the wall, and now he could understand the mood of the tool man at that time!
The tool man I made, gave me a "death mission", or a time-limited one. Can you believe this? ! !
In fact, this task is a continuous task that can be developed continuously!
Chen Chao felt that he was going to be played badly, and flashed back to the picture in the office building, grimace, silly characters, and a security master who didn't know whether it was a ghost or a man.
In that office building, "death, horror" was almost directly put on the door. This Nima didn't seek her own death when she entered!
Chen Chao shuddered all over: "I awakened the tool man to avoid the ghost (Xia Nannan) knocking on the door, but the current situation is forcing me to knock on the door of the ghost~"
After doing a round, it doesn’t mean turning back to the original point again. Moreover, the old man’s face is 100 times more fierce and terrifying than the one who slept next door~
"So to sum up my current situation, I opened my eyes and was in a 100 times risky situation before going to bed. The only thing to be more relaxed is to give me some time to prepare for buffering!"
Chen Chao's voice dried up, and he even thought of calling the police, but the series of sao operations by the tool man seemed to completely block his way out of calling the police.
"Don't panic, I have to settle down. Since the tool man can handle these dangers, I can't handle it without reason!"
Chen Chao said to himself to cheer himself up,
"You must not go in recklessly, you must make sufficient preparations. I need to collect relevant information about that psychological consultation room in advance."
Chen Chao clarified his thoughts. He has the following directions to prepare:
"There are three people in this story, lunatic patients, basically ignorant; the psychologist Chen Zhuo, who hasn't come to work for a week and his life or death is unknown, actually lives in Magu Lane; there is another one who has both at the same time. The associated female doctor, Xu Nanyi, is a doctor in the Department of Otolaryngology, Haiguang Fourth Hospital, and she is most likely a neighbor to the door!"
Of course, Chen Chao would not forcefully add elements of his own brain to the story. He didn't know these people at all, and he was completely implicated in it inexplicably.
[Chen Chao] In this story is just an innocent "name" implicated!
Chen Chao smashed his grievances and swallowed in his stomach.
"The lunatic patient can't be checked. The female doctor's body is burnt. The only person who can investigate is Chen Zhuo, the psychologist!"
"Chen Zhuo lives in Magu Lane!"
Chen Chao stood up, stretched out his aching body, glanced at the clock that unknowingly walked to dawn, opened the curtains, and the night outside quietly revealed a hint of morning light.
"Go to Magu Alley and have a look!"
Although very tired and exhausted, Chen Chao had no intention of getting sleep.
He found a backpack, stuffed everything he might need into the bag, then took out the jelly bean box, poured out a snotball-flavored gummy candy into his mouth, chewed and swallowed.
In a dozen sneezes, Chen Chao awakened Xia Nannan, picked out the drunken Coke from the quilt, wrung out and stuffed it into his pocket and went out.
There was a slamming door.
Chen Chao stared at the scorched and horrible door on the opposite side, but he was inexplicably calm and insensible. It felt like after a night of horror film baptism, this level of visual stimulation could no longer touch his senses.
Chen, the novelist, Chao, slept all night and got up, and he has grown up.
Inside the dark [custodian].
With the same face, Sen Leng's eyes scanned the surroundings, and the black wall was surrounded by a waterfall from a high place where the top was invisible, and there was no air-tight gap that could be drilled out.
He raised his eyes and looked over his head. There was a narrow skylight in the deep and gloomy dome, projecting a continuous and shaking picture.
"It's the body, and the visual images received by the eyes are fed back to the brain!"
He licked his mouth, instantly distinguished the meaning of the skylight, and suddenly grinned with neat white teeth.
"Opening your eyes turned out to be the original owner. There must be something wrong with this!"
He looked up at the scenery outside the skylight, scratching his fingertips against the wall, but he could not leave a trace.
This was the result he didn't expect, and of course it wasn't the worst kind. After all, the body was still alive and acting outside, and this consciousness that had been awake for 24 hours was not forced to fall asleep.
In other words,
"Although I have not been able to grab the dominant control of the body, I can be considered to be out of the control of the [Fear Converter], and the program mechanism of cooling and dormancy can no longer control me."
"Hey~"
"Hosting system, fun!"
He habitually supported the spectacle frame, only to realize that the sky above the bridge of his nose was empty.
He was stunned, and then stroked his cheek, but his fingertips touched the scar left on his cheek.
"Although the body has gone back, the face is mine!"
He put his face close to the smooth black wall, which could vaguely reflect a thin and hard face, with raised eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth became wider and wider.
At first it was a deep and suppressed laughter, and then the laughter became more and more presumptuous, more and more maddening!
"I'm still keeping my eyes open!"
"I still have a chance!"
The horrible laughter turned back and forth in the enclosed surroundings. He slumped backwards upright and lay on the cold ground, but he was as comfortable and comfortable as if he were lying flat on the bed in the bedroom.
"I'm awake, I'm still looking at the outside world!"
"I'm not in a hurry, I'll wait for you to let me out!"
"Well, in order to distinguish, I should give myself a new name, what should I call..."
The deep voice is like a dream...