Ao was going crazy outside, causing trouble for the players in the car.
Li Nan and Yu Xingzhou focused on different things: "It's only been an hour since we came out."
So the question was, how could Pei Wenwei kill Jianguangsi alone within an hour? After two seconds of silence, he rationally crossed out the word "alone".
The dean looked terrifying when he went mad, but his presence was much weaker, and his beard was sticky with blood. Ji Yuanzhi straightened his glasses, which had just been tilted by the turbulent flow, and made a prediction: "The game will soon issue a mission to completely kill the dean."
Ao's mental state is already very unstable and he has lost control as a dungeon boss. Keeping him alive is not conducive to the game mechanism.
Either he dies or the player dies.
Ji Yuanzhi suddenly looked at the president of the Seven Commandments.
The president, who had previously prayed for Wen Shi to die a horrible death, sneered and said four words: "The overall situation is more important."
He still understands this principle.
Once there is a mission to kill the dean, he certainly won't backstab him at that time. Killing the most dangerous NPC is conducive to ensuring the stability of the copy and his own safety.
President Qijie hated Wen Shi so much that his teeth were itching. He had been working hard to become a formal member yesterday, but today he was forced to join the army to kill the dean.
Ji Yuanzhi looked at the seemingly particularly "understanding" President of the Seven Commandments, retracted the dark light in his narrow eyes, and didn't know what he was thinking.
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Hospital, fourth floor, XX area.
The bloody heart was placed on the bedside table. Wen Shi said shamelessly: "This is just the beginning. Before the end of tomorrow, I will take away the other half of the dean's life."
Anyway, the mission was arranged like this, a fight to the death, and he just needed to use this incident to create his own personality.
At present, this method seems to be very effective. Ao can no longer show up in public. His identity as the dean gives him a certain authority. Wen Shi dares to challenge or even destroy this authority, which is enough to make patients look at him differently.
After making sure that Patient 233 looked at him with less contempt, Wen Shi asked his true purpose: "What's so special about the fifth floor?"
Patient No. 233 spoke of something else. He leaned against the headboard, the gleam in the eyes of a daytime sex addict not very strong: "You seem to be very good at ordering others around."
The reporter must have played a significant role in the success of this crazy doctor. The patient glanced at the doorway and suddenly grabbed Wen Shi's white coat and pulled him in front of him. Jian Qingrong, who was standing outside, frowned. Before he entered, No. 233 had whispered to Wen Shi, "The fifth floor is a good place to hide a man."
He raised his eyebrows frivolously: "Do you understand? Little socialite."
Pushing the other person away coldly, Wen Shi straightened his clothes, as if smoothing out the wrinkles on the outer hexagram, or as if dusting off, as if the place where he was caught was very dirty.
"Thank you very much."
He turned around and said to Jian Qingrong, "Let's go."
No. 233 did not explicitly say anything about the curse on the fifth floor, but he did hint that most people were unwilling to go to the fifth floor, and this most likely included Ao and the nurse.
Jian Qingrong's escape from the deep area was equivalent to a prison break, and he could not escape the hospital's search at all.
Ignoring the curse, the fifth floor is actually a good hiding place.
Wen Shi's eyes flickered. It seemed that the fifth-level curse covered everyone equally.
In the memory fragments, Aorang kept splitting up when he saw the light, claiming that the helper he had found had found another one. A place like the fifth floor, which was shrouded in curses, would be most suitable to be explored by the split body.
The important item that the game asked you to find on the fifth day might also be hidden here.
After leaving the deep area, Wen Shi talked with the host for a while.
"There's nothing useful there," said the host, who had been on the fifth floor for some time. "There's only some information about the first dean."
The host initially stayed alive for a while longer under the pretext of wanting to admire the dean, and unexpectedly received Wen Shi's rescue. Later, the patient directly threw him to the fifth floor, under the pretext of getting to know the dean better so that he could write a report.
The photographer in the back handed over some photos, the materials they'd taken. Wen Shi took them and looked at them, but couldn't find anything worth noting. They were just old newspaper interviews with his father, describing Frank's founding philosophy.
To ensure nothing was missed, Wen Shi personally went to the fifth floor, and Jian Qingrong also came along. As for the curse, neither side cared much about it; they would have to come here sooner or later.
There are only two rooms on the entire floor. Apart from the unique color of the door, which is pink, similar to the color of the host's suit, there is nothing else.
The footage inside the house matched the footage captured by the cameraman, so Wen Shi quickly completed his exploration. A newspaper on the table contained a photo of his father being interviewed, which he took with him as a souvenir. As soon as he left, he saw Jian Qingrong standing against the wall, looking as if he were facing the wall in deep contemplation.
"What's wrong?"
"This wall gives me a strange feeling."
Wen Shi walked over and looked at the same place as him. The wall was covered with long and thin cracks. From the ceiling to the ground, there were densely packed cracks. If you stared at it for a long time, you would always have a subtle feeling that something would come out of the gaps.
He closed his eyes and looked away. The feeling just now made Wen Shi feel as if he had returned to the previous copy. When his sanity value dropped, he would have similar absurd illusions.
"Where is the source of the curse?"
Wen Shi subconsciously picked up the newspaper and looked at the unkempt man in it, feeling distressed.
Glancing over the interview dialogue, which particularly emphasized professionalism, Wen Shi couldn't help but laugh: "Speaking of professionalism, no one can burn themselves out more than the host."
A room on the fifth floor was cleared out as a workshop, and the host, who hadn't even gotten rid of the curse, was still leading his team in writing there.
"Commonality."
"Um?"
Glancing at the photo in the newspaper, Jian Qingrong suddenly mentioned something else, "I saw a photo in the Rift Zone. In it, besides your adoptive father, there were also patients, two True Spirits, and a mosaic."
Then Jian Qingrong talked about his speculations about the original body and the clone.
"I tried to call you at night to let you know." Jian Qingrong glanced at the little octopus that was clinging to Wen Shi's shoulder and refused to move. His right eye looked at his left eye with an endless chill: "The line has been busy."
After the little octopus changed back into its mimicry, Wen Shi put the phone receiver into his backpack. It spread its freed tentacles and said, "Yes, that's right, it's me." Finally, it asked, "How is it?"
Wen Shi: "…"
"Someone did a divination for me not long ago, and the answer was just five words: whole and part." To save the little octopus, Wen Shi changed the subject and leaned against the wall with his arms folded. "Based on the information we have, it's not a philosophical question at all. It just needs to be understood literally."
Boss Mei's words "commonality" and the image of Zhen Ling reading a philosophy book in the hospital made him think differently.
What's important isn't the whole, but the part that stays with him; that's the biggest help. The zombie has a key in its stomach. Song Yan was the first to notice the shrinkage during the night shift, and the host was even more furious.
The last one might be an accident. I'm afraid even the true spirits didn't anticipate the outcome.
The room suddenly became quiet.
After a moment, Jian Qingrong turned his head and asked softly, "It's a wonderful feeling, isn't it?"
Wen Shi nodded.
"Do you know what hints I received when I first came to this strange world and came into contact with monsters?"
Jian Qingrong cooperated and asked, "What?"
Wen Shi repeated it word for word, even mimicking the mechanical voice perfectly: "This game is dedicated to upholding truth, goodness and beauty."
Games like to torture players with human considerations. Now think about it, all the options it provides are not for the final decision, but for the choices at the beginning and during the process. Wen Shi looked up at Jian Qingrong. This is also a choice.
I chose to give up the task of deleting the files, causing my already deviated destiny to run wild like a horse.
Unable to find more favorable clues, tonight would definitely be another sleepless night, so Wen Shi chose to go back to the office to catch up on some sleep.
Half of the hospital staff went for team building, and he slept very soundly. He didn't know how much time had passed. When he woke up, it was drizzling outside.
His lazy eyelids completely opened after he saw the three figures opposite him.
The door had been repaired and the broken glass on the floor had been cleaned up.
A thin man, an eyeless and limbless black figure, and an octopus stood in one place. Raindrops drifted in at an angle, hitting their faces, creating an eerie scene.
Jian Qingrong was the first to speak and break the silence: "You have two choices, go back to your eye socket, or stay outside and let your brain watch you."
If the brain was there, some of its attention would be diverted away. If it returned to the eye sockets, its will would be unified. The little octopus used its tentacles to calculate and felt that the latter was more cost-effective.
There is no such thing as dividing the world into three parts.
It was used to playing pitiful. Its large eyes under the mimicry portrayed weakness to the extreme. It looked at Wen Shi infatuatedly and said, "When you need me, I'll come out to keep you company."
After secretly leaving the deep area, it is safer to return to the main body and move around together.
What is the word for "accompany"?
Wen Shi's eyelids twitched, and he deeply doubted the natural power of the rules of the mentally retarded area, which also had some impact on the little octopus.
But in a flash, its large, cute eyes suddenly turned sharp and cold, and its relatively large head turned toward the window. Wen Shi followed and was slightly startled. Behind the dense protective net, a black market player stood there, holding a broken umbrella he had found in the guardhouse, openly observing from outside.
"How are you choosing a concubine?"
Looking at the three different species standing in a row in front of Wen Shi, the black market player's thin lips moved and uttered a question.
The last bit of sleepiness was gone.
Wen Shi sat up. The other party didn't seem too surprised to see Jian Qingrong and others. Maybe they were, but they just hid it well.
Just as he was still pondering their purpose, there was a sudden commotion outside.
The black market player rushed to the door holding an umbrella, and Wen Shi also ran out to check the situation. When he arrived at the nurse's station, the wall clock pointed to six fifty-five.
"Ao is back."
Wen Shi frowned slightly, turned around and said to Jian Qingrong, "You go to the fifth floor first."
Patient No. 233's suggestion was reasonable, it was indeed a good place to hide a man.
It was a rainy day, and the rain near the hospital blended in with the surrounding environment. There was a slight smell of disinfectant in the rain.
On the small road near the gate, the muddy rain water became the best cover for a deep pit. The horse stepped into the deep pit with one hoof, and the carriage behind was almost overturned.
This carriage was carrying players, and the black market tycoon was performing his duties as a gatekeeper, retrieving them. The first person to be pulled out was the Seven Commandments Guild leader, who had already walked to the carriage door, ready to exit. He had several bruises on his body, not from the carriage collision, but from today's team-building mission.
Ji Yuanzhi, who was behind, waved his hand and walked out.
When the players came out of the carriage, they all had some injuries on their bodies. It can be seen that their side quest today was very messy.
The rain gradually got heavier. Wen Shi didn't bring an umbrella when he came out. After standing for a while, his hair and clothes were completely wet.
He brushed back his damp hair and watched the players emerging from the puddle one after another, feeling something was amiss. He didn't recall any similar pits near the hospital.
A murderous gaze interrupted Wen Shi's thoughts. Ao's carriage had stopped outside the iron gate. His back was slightly hunched, like a wild beast that would burst into anger at any time.
If it weren't for the restrictions of the rules, Wen Shi guessed that Ao would immediately use all his strength to kill him.
Seeing the iron hook picking through a string of raindrops and tending to hook towards him, Wen Shi put on the speed-up item and prepared to use the [Shroud] to strengthen his defense.
He never completely relies on the rules. Ao cannot use his full strength, but he will not be punished for using strength within an appropriate range.
Boom——
At the critical moment, a flash of lightning pierced the dark clouds that still gathered in the sky. Under the thunder, the third and fourth floors of the building, which were usually dark, kept flashing red lights, as if something terrifying was slowly reviving and waking up on this rainy day.
The sirens continued to wail, Ao's face changed, and he strode into the hospital building.
Wen Shi intentionally kept a distance from the other party and followed behind.
"Warning, patients have escaped from the rift zone."
"Warning: Patients from the mentally retarded area have escaped and are on the loose."
Frank Hospital was built in the past, but it actually has some high-tech facilities inside. This was the first time Wen Shi heard the internal broadcast of the hospital, and it sounded like the voice of artificial intelligence.
He couldn't help but wonder why the alarm sounded at this time?
Jian Qingrong had clearly successfully crossed the region in the morning.
The nurse who had disappeared during the day hurried down the stairs and ran all the way to the hall, her face livid: "Several patients in the ghost world woke up and deliberately sounded the alarm."
Two patients with deep-seated lesions were seen overnight, and these patients were obviously very dissatisfied with Ao's management methods.
There was a trace of rationality in Ao's extreme anger. The patient from the ghost world did not take action personally, which proved that the escaped patient was still nearby.
When Wen Shi heard this, a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He didn't expect that the hospital had hidden management. Was he going to hold someone accountable?
No matter how high the position is, if the sky falls, the dean will hold it up.
Before the smile could fully break, a sharp alarm sounded and the game notification sound suddenly came.
[Main Quest: Kill the Pianist
Mission: If the heart is the Dean's lifeblood, then the piano is his soul. The dark movement of death is about to begin. Kill this terrifying piano master before the Dean plays the "Cursed Funeral."
If it fails, this mournful music will become the doctor's farewell song.