These three words instantly made the corners of his mouth collapse.
What a pity. Wen Shi sighed in his heart, Youxi has a big mouth but can't speak human language, let alone speak nice words.
How is he unworthy?
Yu Xingzhou removed the anti-eavesdropping barrier and interrupted Wen Shi's sigh: "Let's go. The dignified President of the Seven Commandments is "fighting bravely" for us at the front. Let's not waste his hard work."
At this time, no one cared about why the president of the Seven Commandments was under siege. While the other party was being targeted by monsters, without Yu Xingzhou's reminder, the players had already started trying to break out of the encirclement.
When he saw someone coming down, a glimmer of hope rose in the eyes of the Seven Commandments President who was fighting the monster, but it was immediately extinguished by the cold water of reality the next second.
Wen Shi had previously used the [Great Sealing Technique], and his entire body's aura was blocked. He supported himself on the handrail and directly broke free from the constraints of the narrow staircase, swinging to the next floor.
"Bye~"
He greeted her gracefully, and as his words faded, he firmly grasped the handrail of the stairs below.
The other players didn't want to get involved in the rescue and focused on escaping.
Just because a patient focuses on one person doesn't mean he will completely let go of any players who pass by him.
Li Nan pulled out a syringe and stabbed the patient in the neck. The Seven Commandments leader tried to use the momentum to charge forward, but as he took a step, his ankle got caught in a soft spider silk thread. As Yu Xingzhou walked past him, putting away his props, he whispered, "Did Ji Yuanzhi avoid you when he used his skills?"
When the president of the Seven Commandments almost immediately remembered to search for clues about the piano, Ji Yuanzhi demonstrated his abilities without reservation.
Only the dead keep secrets.
Without even giving him another glance, Yu Xingzhou ran straight downstairs.
The patients hadn't all come out yet, so the other party might not reveal themselves in the dark corridor. But it didn't matter. Unless the Seven Commandments leader went to kill the black market players, he would be the first to bear the brunt of the patient's riots in the next few days.
Wen Shi had already reached the first floor by this time.
On both sides of the corridor, fat nurses were twisting the patients' arms and forcing them to go to the treatment room. The patients on the first floor were much inferior in terms of force, but when they all rioted, they were still a trouble.
At the door of Wen Shi's office, the wall was covered in red blood, spilling blood from someone, not sure whether it was a patient or a nurse.
There were no other patients around the office, as if everyone had avoided this place. Wen Shi subconsciously slowed down his pace and looked around vigilantly.
Yu Xingzhou and others who arrived later also lowered their footsteps.
Wen Shi's only main attack skill now is [Breaking Shell] which can smash the monster's head. Its attack power is relatively limited. He did not take the lead, but adjusted his position and walked behind Yu Xingzhou.
A large hole had appeared in the outer wall of the chamber, and the books on the floor had been blown to pieces. The light in the corridor was too limited, and looking through the hole, one could only vaguely see the shattered remains of a piano.
Wen Shi easily deduced what had happened in the ruins. Ji Yuanzhi finished playing quickly, snatched the sheet music, and then used [Steel Egg]. Without the protection of the sheet music, the secret room was reduced to rubble by the impact of the explosion.
"The financial sponsor died such a tragic death." Wen Shi shuddered.
A death substitute can keep someone alive, but the shadow left by death is hard for most people to dissolve. The only consolation is that Ji Yuanzhi did not gain nothing, at least he took away the music score.
Yu Xingzhou paused and suddenly looked at an area in front of him.
Without the illumination of the piano, there is a vague outline in the corner where the light cannot reach.
There were no obstacles between them, and there was no risk of him suddenly becoming a target. Wen Shi simply took out his lighting device. Under the illumination of the lantern, the person standing in the dark corner was finally fully exposed. It was Ao.
Ao stood in the corner with his head down, half of his shoulder was covered in blood. It was hard to imagine how thick his health bar was. Not only was he alive, but he could actually stand there steadily.
Li Nan: "There's something wrong with his condition."
The players following behind also noticed this and did not risk finishing off the opponent for the time being.
Ga.
The toes of the low-quality rain boots were destroyed in the explosion, making an even more unpleasant noise.
Ao took the initiative to take a step forward. He looked the same as he had just been standing in the corner, with his head slightly lowered. His small eyes, which had always been filled with viciousness, now became dull and even a little dazed.
Ao walked over like a puppet, with a strange black air lingering around the place where his wrist was transplanted.
Wen Shi vaguely guessed something and stopped Yu Xingzhou who was about to finish him off: "Wait."
Ao finally walked to Wen Shi's side, without any signs of attack, but there was occasional struggle in his eyes, but it quickly returned to emptiness.
Yu Xingzhou saw the problem: "Being controlled?"
Ao's character has no acting skills at all. He didn't attack Pei Wenwei even at close range. The only explanation is that he was controlled.
Wen Shi not only confirmed that Ao was controlled, but also knew who was controlling him.
He tried it briefly, then clapped his hands at Ao: "Bow your head."
Ao slowly lowered his head, and Wen Shi raised his eyebrows: "You are really obedient."
The players had been too quick to act earlier, launching a group attack within thirty seconds. When the piano music first began, the pollution source's intrusion was limited, and Jian Qingrong couldn't rely on the hand formed from the black mist to interfere too much with Ao's will. But after Ao was severely injured, controlling his broken body became much easier.
Wen Shi looked at the players who were getting restless in the back and said, "If the director lives one more day, the patients will behave themselves. Let's see what kind of trouble they cause tonight."
Of course, this sentence cannot convince everyone. What they care about is the tangible benefits gained from killing the dean.
Facing these moves, Wen Shi tilted his head and said, "If you want to be the next president of the Seven Commandments, you can try."
Now, not many people know that the reason why the president of the Seven Commandments became the target of concentrated fire was that a black market player was behind the operation. When Wen Shi said this, everyone couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.
Compared to openly using power to pressure others, playing tricks behind the scenes is more disturbing.
Even someone as cautious as the President of the Seven Commandments fell into the trap. No one dared to say that they could completely escape the hidden hand behind the scenes before the end of the internship period.
Most importantly…
Their eyes fell on Yu Xingzhou and Li Nan, who seemed to agree with the idea of not dealing with the dean for the time being.
Wen Shiwei breathed a sigh of relief. He only had to kill Ao before the end of the mission tomorrow. Before that, with the help of Ao, he could get rid of the troubles caused by some patients.
The rules have been relaxed, allowing patients to kill nurses and interns unconditionally, but they will not be relaxed to the point of attacking the director all at once.
Yu Xingzhou noticed that Wen Shi kept moving his wrists.
Noticing his gaze, Wen Shi explained, "I'm under a curse on the fifth floor, and I need to resolve it within two days."
After being cursed, he developed the same condition as the host, his body becoming increasingly stiff.
"Two days?" Ao died suddenly three days after listening to the curse music.
Wen Shi nodded calmly: "When I do things, I always like to be one step ahead."
Including racing on the line of death.
Yu Xingzhou: "…"
Although he was pretending to be cool, Wen Shi was not as calm as he appeared. He decided to go back to the deeper area to check the situation.
First find patient No. 233, and try again with the help of Ao to see if you can get more information from him.
If it is confirmed that no more useful information can be obtained from No. 233, and Jian Qingrong has not informed that hidden clues have been found on the fifth floor, Wen Shi narrowed his eyes... then he can only go and meet the patient who woke up in the ghost world.
After finally coming down from upstairs, few players were willing to go up again.
Wen Shixian waited in the office for a moment, calculating that the Seven Commandments Guild Leader had almost finished clearing a wave of monsters before resuming his journey. He took only a few steps before turning back to look at Yu Xingzhou and Li Nan, asking with his eyes why no one had come.
Yu Xingzhou asked: "Don't you like challenging the death line?"
Wen Shi coughed lightly: "I may need a bodyguard."
On the other side, Li Nan reminded him matter-of-factly: "You are a 3S bodyguard yourself."
"..." Wen Shi, who had just finished pretending, laughed twice and waved awkwardly, suggesting someone come over.
If the patient really loses control, relying solely on Ao will not be enough.
In the end, Li Nan accompanied him upstairs, as Yu Xingzhou's skill cooldown had not yet expired.
In just a short while, the corridor was filled with the smell of blood. A patient's head on the second floor was cut off and hung on the door frame. The nurse hoped to use this as a warning to other patients who were running around.
Wen Shi whispered, "It will only backfire."
The main quest has a specific timeframe, and based on the current situation, a certain number of patients will escape control each day. Initially, the riots will occur in the first two floors, with a smaller number occurring in the deeper areas. However, by the final day, if you don't escape the dungeon in time, you may face the entire hospital's patients.
Wen Shi suddenly felt a strong desire to inherit the hospital. It was not for anything else, but because after the hospital was transformed into a dungeon, various monsters and NPCs that were worse than monsters were fighting against each other. The inside was in a mess, and the original intention of its establishment was long gone.
The sooner I take over the hospital, the sooner I can end all this.
Someone was breathing heavily in front. When the president of the Seven Commandments heard the footsteps, he immediately picked up his weapon. Seeing that it was Wen Shi who had returned, he was shocked and there was an unconcealable murderous intent in his eyes.
He was now seriously injured and planned to take a break and hide in the dean's office to see if he could avoid the monster there.
If black market players have a built-in slacking buff, Wen Shi does have a bit of a talent for taking the blame.
The Seven Commandments leader still hadn't figured out how he'd been tricked. From the other party's "bye" as they came downstairs, he'd subconsciously assumed it was Wen Shi and the Second Commandments, plotting against him from the start. Now that the two sides were at loggerheads, the Seven Commandments leader kept a close eye on them, wary of any deliberate attempts to lure the enemy out.
"Good luck."
After Wen Shi finished speaking, he continued to walk up, without any ridicule or intentional attraction of patients, simply sending his blessings.
He didn't need to do anything at all. Just for the hair trading matter, Yu Xingzhou would not let the other party go.
When passing through the fantasy area, Ao's deterrent effect was barely still there when facing the wandering patients.
They arrived at Area XX smoothly. Patients on both sides cast suspicious glances at them. Wen Shi had expressed his intention to kill the dean in front of No. 233. This matter had already spread widely in the area. Now seeing Ao following him like a servant, everyone's expressions were quite interesting.
When the piano music sounded earlier, they felt something was wrong. They had never heard such uncomfortable music in the hospital before.
"233." There are not many patients in District XX who travel across districts. They prefer to sleep.
Patient No. 233 was standing by the door, sleepily wondering whether to continue dreaming or go out and join in the fun.
Hearing someone calling him, the voice was very familiar. Patient No. 233 looked up and saw Wen Shi and the burly Ao, who obeyed his every word.
Because Li Nan was walking further behind, his figure was half blocked by Ao's strong body, and Patient No. 233 subconsciously ignored him.
He couldn't help but stand up straight and began to look at Wen Shi with some vigilance, realizing that the status of the dean and the doctor had changed.
"You stand here, I'll go and say a few words." Wen Shi gave the order, and Ao stopped where he was.
Seeing this, other patients not far away changed their expressions slightly and made many guesses at once.
Every time Wen Shi came to No. 233, he would pretend to be a little bit and try to get information. This policy was consistent throughout.
"Can you tell me what's happening on the fifth floor now?" he asked with a smile.
If someone has the power to control the dean, he likely also has the power to kill patients. Patient 233 was silent for a moment, then spoke after a long pause: "Only the patients in the ghost world know what happened on the fifth floor."
"…"The thing I was most worried about happened.
No. 233 didn't want to get entangled with Wen Shi any more. An extraordinary doctor could be used by them as entertainment to spice up their lives, but if it was too much beyond their control, it would be better to stay away from him.
"You can ask a question," he said, "but I don't necessarily have to answer it."
Does that mean you only have one chance to ask a question? Wen Shi thought for a moment before speaking again: "Among these ghost world patients, which one is the most soft-hearted?"
When asked about his specific strength and situation, Patient No. 233 could not afford the risk of offending the big boss to answer, so he chose a relatively mild question.
In the opinion of No. 233, this is an even more worthless question.
"...If I must say, the one in the rift zone, Patient No. 51, might have a slightly better temper."
After hearing this, Wen Shi turned around and walked towards the cracked area.
The patients near the south side tended to be gloomy and violent, so Ao's deterrent effect here was average. Wen Shi looked at the monster in front of him, grinning maliciously, and said, "I want to see Patient 51. Please lead the way."
This one sentence confused the other party.
Tired of living? What kind of bizarre suicide and reincarnation method is this?
Wen Shi repeated it a second time, confirming that he was really seeking his own death. The patient was about to say something out of curiosity, but at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the corridor ahead, and the patient immediately took a few steps back.
Wen Shi looked over and saw that the shadow was wearing a bracelet that the other patients did not have, with the number fifty-one written on it.
His eyes lit up, it was effortless! However, the next second he realized that No. 51 in front of him looked very unreal, with a blurry facial outline.
No. 51 stopped and looked at Wen Shi intently.
As if understanding something, Wen Shi took a step forward. No. 51 turned around and led him towards a room in the rift area.
Patients in the Rift Zone all have varying degrees of splitting abilities. Patient 51 can transform his consciousness into a shadow, temporarily separating it from his body, similar to the legendary soul-out-of-body experience. The difference is that his soul and body possess almost the same combat power.
With a slow creaking sound, a door in front opened automatically.
The shadow disappeared, and an extremely cool breeze blew through the corridor. Wen Shi was very cautious and just stood near the door frame and looked up.
The patient inside had gray hair and light eyes. His hospital gown, unlike the traditional blue and white stripes, was a crescent-shaped color, eerily holy. Number 51 kept looking out the window with his side profile. This ward had no protective electric fence, and the night wind blew the rain in unchecked.
When Wen Shi was considering what entry point to use to seize the initiative, No. 51 had already spoken first.
His tone was slightly hoarse, and no emotion could be heard: "You really want to inherit this hospital, right?"
"Yes." Wen Shi did not hide anything, but his voice was clear and soft, and there was no trace of ambition in his expression.
The air was quiet for a few seconds.
Before the atmosphere became oppressive, No. 51's lips finally moved again.
"Then let's play a little game." Beneath the seemingly holy body of No. 51, there is a sinister undercurrent swirling.
The inside and outside of the ward were shrouded in invisible darkness, and the light of the corridor floor lights was also obscured. Wen Shi's alertness reached its highest point.
He calmed himself down and asked, "What game?"
"Doctor-patient relationship." Number 51 looked at the young man from the side, as if he were watching a moth flying into a flame. Finally, he smiled slightly and said, "This is your last game."