Chapter 225 Frog Hospital (Twenty-Five) Electric Shock Therapy

"Cheng Ping'an... Cheng Ping... Cheng An..."

There were soul-calling calls from above, with no distinguishing features, like the voices of men, women, old and young mixed together, calling out the same name.

At first it sounded like "Cheng Ping'an", but if you listen carefully you can find that it was the reverberation of the two names "Cheng Ping" and "Cheng An", but because of the similarity of intonation and tone, it gave people the illusion that they were calling the same person.

"Tick, tick..."

The voices were mixed with the sound of continuous dripping water, light and heavy, sometimes far and sometimes near.

The familiar scene stimulated the synaesthesia deep in the memory, and the bloody smell stirred the tip of the nose and twisted into the nasal cavity.

Qi Si opened his eyes and found himself sitting on a chair, wearing a straitjacket for a mental patient, with his neck and limbs tightly restrained by belt buckles, and could only move back and forth slightly.

His head was fixed to the back of the chair, and his eyelids were glued together by tape, forcing him to open his eyes wide and look straight ahead.

The sight point is an iron bed without a sheet, and the four legs of the bed are firmly welded to the concrete floor.

On the bed board is a naked female corpse, with a large ball of blood flowing out of her abdomen, drilling into the gap of the bed board, and dripping down like a water curtain on the edge of the iron sheet.

The incandescent lamp on the ceiling casts a beam of cold white light, which is falling on the female corpse. The sharp contrast between the light and dark sides gives it the texture of an oil painting.

The blood under the body invades every corner of the canvas like an endless amount of paint, and spreads around after landing, like a huge silk tablecloth, and the iron bed is the dining table.

"Is it a dream? Or... an illusion?"

Qi Si remembered the dream he had after falling asleep the night before, and the setting was quite familiar.

The only difference is that in the dream, there is the original Cheng An sitting opposite the bed, but not in this scene.

As for the details that the restraints on the body are tied tighter... let's not talk about it.

"Cheng An, you are sick." A voice said in an exaggerated tone above his head, "Every day you fall into all kinds of false hallucinations, and you believe them to be true, but you doubt those of us who care about you - you are too sick."

The tone of this voice was condescending. Qi Si raised his eyebrows slightly and asked tentatively: "Dean Cheng, how come you have the leisure to come to see me?"

The voice did not answer, but continued to talk to itself: "But we will not give up on you. Next, I will treat you, and I hope you can recover soon."

The moment the voice fell, Qi Si felt a needle-like tingling from the extremities of the body rushing into the blood vessels, like a thin snake swimming throughout the body in a second.

This feeling is not unfamiliar, but it is definitely long-lost. The last time I was treated like this was ten years ago...

The current transmitted through the chair stimulated the human body again and again, and the whole world seemed to be split into black and white in an instant.

Time and space were knotted into a bundle, and reason and consciousness turned into snowflake-like debris, flashing before my eyes.

The veins on Qi Si's forehead were throbbing physiologically. In the last second of his mind sinking, only one thought flashed through his mind: "Is it really professional to use electric shock to treat hemophobia?"

...

Outside Ward 404, Sun Dekuan ran all the way. After seeing the familiar house number, he finally relaxed, sat down on the ground, and gasped.

Half an hour ago, he and Qi Si searched the dean's office together, accidentally opened a secret door, and saw densely packed corpses.

Those corpses moved, crawling towards the door, as if to drag the living people who were still alive into the abyss of death.

At that time, Sun Dekuan didn't have time to think about it, and ran away. After rushing out of the door, he didn't see Cheng Xiaoyu.

The surging blood chased behind him, and the sticky sound of water was like a monster swallowing food. He didn't care about Qi Si for a while, and shook his fat body and ran desperately at the fastest speed in his life.

Facts have proved that human potential is infinite. Sun Dekuan is not slow, and he flexibly rushes left and right, and finally he is not stained by the blood behind him.

Although he has a bad memory, he still relies on his memory and runs back to the ward by accident.

At this moment, he looked around and did not see Qi Si.

He remembered belatedly that Qi Si did not seem to leave with him, but instead approached the cave entrance to look inside.

Now that the person is gone, it is likely that he did not run out, and it is more likely to be bad.

"This wave, it is called curiosity kills the cat." Sun Dekuan patted his fat face, and for some reason he was a little gloating.

In the final analysis, he is an ordinary person with normal values. Although he is used to going with the flow, he does not intend to go along with it.

Some of Qi Si's behaviors are really too crazy and too dangerous. With such an unstable terrorist entrenched around, who knows if he will push his teammates out as a meat shield when he encounters danger.

Sun Dekuan has been following Qi Si these days, and has seen all of the latter's methods. His heart has long been filled with doubts and panic. The reason why he still maintains the illusion of peace is that he does not have the courage to break up.

Qi Si's accident is a godsend opportunity.

Huang Xiaofei is dead, Lu Zimo is tied up, and he is the only player who can move freely, taking all the initiative.

He doesn't have to worry anymore. No matter how the copy changes, he will definitely survive!

Sun Dekuan prepared himself mentally, stood up straight, pretended to tidy up his clothes, and made himself calmer.

He pushed open the door, strode to his bed, and sat down heavily.

On the bed next to him, Lu Zimo's face looked haggard and pale because he was tied up, but his eyes followed Sun Dekuan closely.

After waiting for a while, he didn't see Qi Si coming in. He was visibly stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up as if he realized something.

The next second, he immediately squirmed on the bed like a maggot, hitting the bed board and making a "pa pa" sound.

Sun Dekuan was startled by the sudden noise, scratched his head in confusion, got out of bed and walked towards Lu Zimo.

Lu Zimo stretched his neck and "mumbled" at him twice.

He understood and pulled out the towel stuffed in Lu Zimo's mouth, and then heard the latter ask eagerly: "Sun Dekuan, Cheng An is in trouble, right?"

Although the situation was most likely like this, Sun Dekuan still shook his head: "I don't know, they just got separated on the road, maybe he will be back soon?"

Lu Zimo observed Sun Dekuan's attitude and almost confirmed his guess.

——Qisi was trapped for some reason. Although he was an old player, he would not be finished, but he would not be able to come back for a while.

——Sun Dekuan and Qisi were not in harmony, and he had no intention to rescue Qisi, so he could be easily turned against him.

The opportunity was right in front of him. Lu Zimo smiled palely and said nervously: "Whether Cheng An will come back or not, I will talk to you in a short time while he is away..."

Sun Dekuan's eyes showed a vigilant look: "Little brother, don't try to sow discord. Brother Cheng has helped me gain a lot of performance points along the way!"

He was worried about Qisi, but he was even more worried about Lu Zimo.

How much good will could a person who betrayed his own sister and had a quarrel with him have for him?

Lu Zimo seemed to see his thoughts, raised his head, and stared into his eyes: "You don't have to worry about me doing anything bad to you. They all said that I was emotionally indifferent and didn't remember kindness or hatred. I never cared about you and Cheng An dealing with me and my sister from beginning to end."

What do you mean by dealing with you and your sister? It was you who wanted Huang Xiaofei to die first, right?

Sun Dekuan complained in his heart, but he was also convinced by Lu Zimo's words.

If he can be indifferent to his relatives, he might not care about the grudges and hatreds that ordinary people are holding.

Anyway, he is still tied up now, so it doesn't matter if he listens to him.

Seeing that Sun Dekuan has calmed down, Lu Zimo spoke clearly: "I want to join forces with you to deal with Cheng An."

"He is an intellectual player, and his force is limited. With the strength of the two of us, as long as he dares to enter this door again, we can work together to kill him."

Sun Dekuan opened his mouth and said, "Ah".

He doesn't like Qi Si, and he will gloat over his misfortune, but he has never thought of killing his fellow human beings from beginning to end.

If he kills people just to eliminate dissidents, then what is the difference between him and the massacre flow player?

"I'm telling you, little brother, he only tied you up once, so we can beat him up and tie him up, right?" Sun Dekuan habitually tried to smooth things over, "Take your sister's incident, although it was quite sudden, but wasn't it you who started it?"

Lu Zimo adjusted the angle, sat up straighter in the tied position, and asked softly: "You agreed to cooperate with me, right?"

Sun Dekuan clapped his hands: "Oh my god, we haven't even started yet..."

Lu Zimo seemed not to hear and continued at a very fast speed: "You should have seen that Cheng An is a complete egoist, without morals and credibility. In order to gain the greatest benefits, he can do anything and kill anyone. . "

"Being the only survivor will reward a lot of points, there is no reason for him to give up. You and I are no different from dead people in his eyes. If we want to survive from his hands, we must strike first. "

Sun Dekuan thought of something and murmured: "But he is the only one who has seen the documents in the office. I think Cheng An has run out of candy. We probably can't enter the office again... If we kill him, won't we always lack a clue?"

Lu Zimo shook his head gently: "If you lack key clues, take the NE route to pass the level. If you encounter danger, you can kill me at any time to trigger the guaranteed death mechanism. Anyway, I have nothing, and I will definitely not be able to beat you in a head-on confrontation. "

This is not unreasonable.

Sun Dekuan weighed and calculated, and his eyes gradually became more determined.

After all, his aversion to Qi Si was not entirely out of conscience, but more because Qi Si was in a controlling position and he could not disobey or resist.

Also an immoral egoist, he accepted Lu Zimo's existence well, just because the latter was easy to control.

In other words, the danger warning that Qi Si brought to him would trigger his resistance instinct, while Lu Zimo made him feel much safer.

"You untie the chains on me first, and we'll talk about the rest later." Lu Zimo urged in a low voice.

Sun Dekuan nodded: "No problem!"

...

"If there's no problem, let's go."

At the Green Frog Hospital, the female teacher glanced at Lin Chen and said lightly.

Lin Chen stood by the pond, lowered his eyes and looked at the noisy frogs in the pond, hesitating a little: "But the task of taking care of frogs and breeding tadpoles today has not been completed..."

"It's almost over, don't worry about it." The female teacher adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses and turned to walk towards the hospital gate.

Lin Chen hesitated for two seconds, but finally followed.

It was obvious to the naked eye that the female teacher had a problem. Rather than letting her act alone and not knowing what she was doing behind the scenes, it was better to keep an eye on her all the time to ensure that the amount of information was equal.

——Information volume is a concept that Lin Chen has paid attention to while cramming his general knowledge in the past month.

Information is the basis of the game. With the same intelligence, the more information you get, the easier it is to win.

And the amount of information the player knows seems to be a criterion for judging the degree of exploration in the weird game, and sometimes it can even determine who lives and who dies...

"Yesterday during the day, I explored the entire hospital." The female teacher's words interrupted Lin Chen's thoughts.

Her voice was as calm as a precise machine: "It is known that the copy will refresh once at six o'clock in the morning and evening, restoring all people and things. In theory, the dead players will also return to the world in some form."

"The ghost domain must have a purpose to maintain its operation. If everything returns to the origin in a twelve or twenty-four hour cycle, then the progress of the 'purpose' cannot be guaranteed."

"There must be a way to avoid refreshing, or there is a place that is not affected by refreshing."

Lin Chen barely kept up with the rhythm of reasoning and subconsciously followed the analysis: "If there is such a place, the passage is likely to be there... But how to explain the pond and frogs?"

"I think the blue frogs and green frogs living together near the pond are very direct clues. If there is a special place, it should be there, right?"

He was more willing to believe the information provided by Qi Si from the bottom of his heart.

The female teacher had already walked to the door of the staff dormitory. At this moment, she stopped and turned back and said: "I also think the probability distribution of the pond is the highest. The failure to find the passage last night may be a problem of timing and method."

She stretched out her hand to push open the door, walked into the room a few steps, and stared at the ground with her eyes down.

After Yu Kun died yesterday, the body and bloody remains piled up on the ground, which was daunting. Lin Chen stayed outside the dormitory except for the time when he was on the phone.

And now, I don’t know what happened. All the uncomfortable things on the floor disappeared, not even blood was left. It was so shiny that it seemed as if no one had ever been there.

“So they deal with the bodies at night.” The female teacher narrowed her eyes, and her light gray eyes were stained with a bit of dark color.

“Deal with... the bodies?”

Lin Chen thought to himself, “The NPCs in this copy are quite clean.”

He reviewed the known clues in his mind and said, “I suspect that just like the Blue Frog Hospital feeding tadpoles and dead babies, this side may also use the bodies to do something…”

“Not bad.” The female teacher praised indifferently, looking up into the depths of the corridor, “Let’s go to the dean’s office together.” (End of this chapter)