After drinking the medicated water, coupled with the quiet atmosphere in the room and the doctor's gentle tone, few people can resist the urge to confide.
They've been carrying this pressure of 'Am I crazy? Am I being followed by a ghost?' for long enough, and they just had to get it off their chests.
This fear of confronting 'mysterious life' has driven many people to the brink of collapse.
Zhang Zhengyuan's suspected schizophrenia was not an isolated case in this group; other students with abnormal mental states subsequently emerged. Some already had these conditions, but they have now become more severe, while others had these conditions that were not present before but have now been triggered.
Others who are still mentally sound but have come into contact with the 'mysterious life' are also in a state of high tension and extreme sensitivity.
This situation won't cause any problems in the short term, but it definitely won't work in the long term.
Therefore, these psychologists, who were appointed to their posts in a time of crisis, really did try their best to comfort the patients and recommended many ways to relieve their mental stress.
These psychologists were all urgently transferred; the higher-ups take this matter very seriously.
All the students who participated in the ritual were called in for a check, and among them, they discovered many who could sense a 'mysterious presence'. These people shared the same characteristic—exceptionally talented in art.
They may not be geniuses, but they are certainly much more perceptive than the average person.
At this point, those who were paying attention to this matter became even more puzzled: Did that 'mysterious entity' have any preference for art students?
The number of people who have died in the past two days, and those who suddenly fell into a coma and were hospitalized yesterday, has reached more than sixty, with art students making up more than half of them. The other half, although not art students, have shown a preference for art in their daily lives.
In fact, the authorities did not completely believe their statements. In fact, at the beginning, the incident was defined as a 'cult' or 'hypnosis' event.
However, after asking around, they discovered that many students were atheists, not believing in any religion at all. Yet even the staunch atheists couldn't help but tremble when talking about their hallucinations.
Perhaps only by experiencing it firsthand can one truly understand?
After leaving the lecture hall, Ren Yifei went to the library. The library was quiet and there were very few people. Ren Yifei found a corner and, using the books as cover, took out his identity card.
Wow, good heavens, just yesterday alone, more than a dozen people died, and now the death toll has risen to twenty-three.
However, after his outburst yesterday, the number of deaths today will definitely drop sharply.
There is another update:
[The second night, transsexuality.]
Heterosexuality?
It means a man's body with a woman's mind, or a woman's body with a man's mind.
Ren Yifei imagined the image of the 'ghost' dressed as a female priestess and thought to himself that it was indeed possible. So, when choosing roles, would the 'ghost' have a preference for female characters?
But it's hard to say whether he'll go against the grain or choose a male identity.
Ren Yifei rested his chin on his hand. Although he had given clear information, finding one among so many people was still very difficult.
A list would be helpful, preferably one with detailed information. But from what I've observed so far, those 'doctors' are just entering personal data; the final compilation isn't something they're really concerned with.
Therefore, to see the complete list, you need to go to the backend.
If he could get his hands on today's list without alerting anyone and accessing the school system, things would be much easier. But Zhang Zhengyuan's persona isn't that of a computer expert.
"Hmm?" Suddenly, he thought of someone.
"It's not convenient for me, but Saman can. I bet he can sneak into the school's back office and check the list."
"What difference does it make who I fleece?" Ren Yifei immediately took out his notebook from his bag, tore off a few pieces of paper the size of grains of rice from one corner, unfolded them, and they turned into two mosquitoes that buzzed away.
The school environment is nice and there's plenty of water. Mosquitoes were already present in early summer, so these two sneaked in and were completely inconspicuous.
With so many students and so many dormitories, searching randomly without a target is like looking for a needle in a haystack. So Ren Yifei asked another vice president NPC: "Which building does Vice President XX live in?"
Ren Yifei got straight to the point, which startled the vice president on the other end: "Calm down, don't do anything foolish."
"You've misunderstood. I just have something I'd like to know."
Ren Yifei repeatedly assured the vice president that he wouldn't do anything irreversible before the vice president hesitantly revealed the address. Even if he hadn't said it, Ren Yifei could have easily found out by asking around.
Having learned the dormitory building and specific room number, the little mosquito set off.
Ren Yifei sat in the library, his book open, but he didn't turn a page for a long time, his face showing worry, as if he had something on his mind. In fact, what his eyes were seeing was no longer the scene of the library, but the scene transmitted back by mosquitoes in front of him.
One eye represents the perspective of a mosquito, which can sometimes create a sense of disorientation.
The campus was eerily quiet today, probably because there were far fewer students. Most people were staying in their dormitories as ordered. I did see some temporary delivery drivers from various restaurants on the street.
The school is under lockdown, so delivery drivers can't get in. Fortunately, there are college students working part-time to help with the deliveries.
Two mosquitoes flew around the tall laboratory building, over the egg-shaped football field, and made three or four turns before finally reaching Saman's dormitory building.
Saman's character is a graduating senior; everyone on his floor is a senior. It's said that when he proposed organizing a ritual, he invited everyone to participate under the pretext of a 'last celebration before graduation.'
When the mosquito flew in, he noticed how unusually quiet this floor was. Peeking through the crack in the door, he saw that many of the dorm rooms were empty. Most of the people had already moved out or gone on internships.
However, Samantha was still in his dorm room, all alone, none of his roommates were there.
Ren Yifei knew that Saman was perceptive, so the mosquitoes found places to hide after they flew in and did not make any rash moves.
One of the mosquitoes was perched on the ceiling, and looking down, you could see Samantha sitting in front of the computer fiddling with something. He was drinking an iced cola, completely unconcerned about his safety, and seemed quite content.
Too far away, the mosquitoes couldn't see what was on the computer screen, only that Saman occasionally looked down at his phone, but spent most of his time coding.
The computer in his hand was a desktop, and it looked brand new, almost like it had just been installed a couple of days ago. On the shelf was a closed laptop, which showed many signs of use.
Ren Yifei had reason to suspect that he bought the better-performing computer on his very first day there.
If it's for no other reason than to hack into someone else's computer, your own computer's processing speed must be up to par. Even the best programmers need to write code; a crappy computer won't cut it.
Writing code is a very boring, tedious, and tedious thing, and watching others write code is especially boring and tedious, but Ren Yifei endured it.
He could guess Saman's thought process; he was waiting for this medical examination to end and all the data to be compiled.
Finally, after more than half an hour, Saman changed his behavior; he looked at his phone for a few seconds longer. Then he straightened up and began to work seriously.
Ren Yifei guessed that the physical examinations over there had ended.
As Ren Yifei had guessed, when he directed one of the mosquitoes to fly over, he saw the content on his phone. In their newly created group chat, they were talking about the inspection, and everyone was filled with anxiety.
It seems that many people are worried that they will be secretly captured and studied.
This is unnecessary worry. If the authorities thought that way, they wouldn't have made such a big fuss about sending them for medical checkups.
Saman also did not participate in the discussion; he had already exploited a vulnerability in the school system.
Ren Yifei watched as Saman, who called himself a 'legitimate businessman,' hacked into the school system with a level of skill that could not have been honed in just a few years of illegal cyber intrusion, and quickly gained access to the backend database of this major test.
It appears that the authorities have divided all participating students into three categories.
The first category is people who have already died. Ren Yifei was surprised to find that the data of dead players was also included, but their presence was very low, just one of a series of numbers.
The second group consists of students who are in a coma or experiencing hallucinations; these are vulnerable individuals who are highly likely to become the next victims.
The third category is those who have no symptoms at all, neither experiencing hallucinations nor sudden illness, and all data indicators show normality.
The 'ghost' is hidden among the second and third types of people, most likely among the third type.
Ren Yifei analyzed it this way: "Ghosts" sacrifice their own lives and the lives of others either for a particularly important purpose or they are fanatical believers.
But he must have failed, otherwise he would have become obsessed and created the dungeon.
In the first scenario, if his goal is not achieved, he will realize that the sacrifice is useless, and his obsession will no longer revolve around the sacrifice.
In the second scenario, if the fanatic did not get what he wanted, it must be because he was excluded from the vulnerable population, which he could not bear, and thus developed an obsession.
There is a third possibility: the fanatical believer gets what he wants and sees his god, but he is like Lord Ye who loved dragons but was terrified of them; after actually coming into contact with the 'mysterious life,' he becomes hesitant and wants to back down.
In this situation, he didn't want to die and wanted to end the ritual.
However, Ren Yifei had personally traversed the gray passage and encountered the shadow left by Saman there. Therefore, he was certain that the curse the 'ghost' had placed on itself had failed; rather, it was Saman, who was attached to this character, who had been locked onto. Saman was an excellent target for marking, possessing sufficient soul strength and soul sensitivity.
Therefore, it is most likely that 'ghosts' are the third type of people.
Having reached this conclusion, Ren Yifei directed the mosquitoes to focus intently on the list of students in the third category.
mosquito?
Samantha noticed a mosquito lying motionless above his head, and hesitated for two seconds between killing it and not wasting time.
"If it's still there after downloading, then kill it."
The official list is very short. After removing the first category of students who are no longer needed, there are just over a hundred people left, half of whom are already lying in hospital beds.
Ren Yifei stared intently at the list of the third category of people with the eyes of a mosquito. Every time he saw a name, he would categorize them using associative memory or feature memory techniques.
Soon, he saw the last five names, and Ren Yifei quickly memorized them.
However, just as those five names left an imprint on his mind, 'smack!' the mosquito was swatted dead, and Ren Yifei immediately covered one of his eyes.
However, he simply didn't have time to be angry. He quickly took out his phone, opened Notepad, and began to write down the names and basic information of the people he had just noted down.
He only uses short-term memory techniques, which he will forget over time.
A few dozen words quickly appeared on the phone's notepad. Ren Yifei glanced at them and thought that was about it. He breathed a sigh of relief, finally having time to check the situation through another mosquito.
"Ah Fei?" Samantha, on the other end of the line, twirled the scraps of paper between his fingers, lost in thought.