Chapter 345: Strategies Against Zhigeng

Fifth floor.

After opening the password door, Dr. Li led Jiang Lin into it.

Under the protection of security personnel, the more spacious and bright, even slightly new corridor was empty, with almost nothing.

Dr. Li took Jiang Lin around for several rounds, but still nothing happened.

"Is this the back-up plan you mentioned?"

"Now you should believe it, that thing is complete nonsense!"

Dr. Li said, and stopped.

Jiang Lin held the word book tightly in his hand, and his knuckles turned white.

After a long time, Jiang Lin finally let go of his hand as if he had accepted his fate.

"So... everything is just my fantasy?"

"Of course," Dr. Li said in a deep voice, "You can still be saved if you receive treatment now."

Jiang Lin still did not give up.

"But even if everything is fake, that guy can even use special ink to forge handwriting to deceive me. There can't be anything on the fifth floor, right?"

Dr. Li sighed and lowered his eyes: "You have to know that guy can't get up to the fifth floor at all."

Jiang Lin bit her lower lip and stared at Dr. Li's face: "You are lying to me. Your expression just now just shows that the guy has been to the fifth floor."

Dr. Li looked at Jiang Lin.

After a long time, he spoke again: "Okay, he sneaked up... But it was only a moment, and he was dragged out by the security guard!"

"Then if you want to convince me completely-prove it to me, let me see where he was at that time."

Dr. Li obviously couldn't stop Jiang Lin, so he could only sigh and take her to the door of a critically ill patient.

"It's here-but it's impossible to open the door. There are very dangerous critically ill patients inside.",

Dr. Li said.

But Jiang Lin stood here and suddenly spoke subconsciously.

"No... no need to open the door."

She saw a stick-drawn mark floating in front of the door.

It looked like...

a gray crow.

And when Jiang Lin saw the gray crow, she felt as if her consciousness and soul were hit by a heavy hammer!

"Bang!"

Jiang Lin staggered drowsily and squatted down with her head covered.

"Uh ah..."

In her mind, she seemed to see the scene when this mark was engraved.

"You're here? Congratulations!"

"Behind this door lies the secret of the core trick and design of this dungeon. Your coming here happens to conceal my true purpose - because they will hope for the self-correction mechanism after the door is opened, so they will ignore the back-up plan I left on the door."

"The guy who designed this dungeon is very strong, but... as I know, there is nothing in the fog island that is higher than the crow."

"Therefore, cognitive interference methods cannot blaspheme the mark of the true god of this world - and the same is true for the memory that this mark can bring."

"Now, you should remember everything, right?"

"It doesn't matter if you can't take out the [prop], don't forget... you already have a [prop] in your hand."

"Use it as an anchor to regain your own authority."

"Then... their deception will seem like a real farce to you."

The memory that was almost instilled into my mind gradually became clear with the crow mark stroke by stroke.

Finally, Jiang Lin exhaled and looked at Dr. Li.

"I saw it, you are lying to me."

"This place is indeed fake, this is not a mental hospital at all, it's just a copy of a game!"

"You can't change the directly related memory about 'God'."

Dr. Li was a little surprised when he heard Jiang Lin's words.

But then he said seriously: "It seems that your disease still can't be cured so easily."

"Then think about your parents, Miss Jiang..."

"Do you think they are also fake?"

Jiang Lin did not answer.

She raised the word book in her hand, and then said: "You want evidence about the [props] authority of the 'player', right? This is the evidence!"

"This thing... originally belonged to my [props]!"

Hearing Jiang Lin's words, Dr. Li seemed to be relieved and spoke confidently.

"Then put it away - according to what you said, shouldn't you be able to put it in the prop space?"

"I don't need you to take a new [prop], you just need to put this away, and I agree with what you said."

Jiang Lin laughed.

"Ahaha," she shook the notebook in her hand, laughing more happily than ever before, "I don't know where you come from, Doctor Li... You may be the remaining consciousness of 'Freud' or the subordinate of Lord Kirishima, but as the real controller of this lunatic asylum, you are a bit impatient."

"But I don't blame you, it's just... this 'fishing enforcement' game, using me as bait is really beautiful."

"In short - closing the [props] authority is indeed a very powerful trump card, although you used some tricky methods... probably by separating our souls and bodies, so that we can't use the full authority."

"So I am more inclined to believe that you are the first generation 'Freud'... because you know the 'players' too well!"

"But unfortunately, I don't need to use the [prop] authority itself to confirm that this thing belongs to me."

As Jiang Lin said this, Dr. Li's expression became more solemn.

"Your illness this time is really serious. I'm afraid I have to take more radical treatment measures..."

"But I still hope you can wake up yourself-what you said just now cannot be confirmed, but I do have evidence that you have lived in our hospital for five years, Jiang Lin."

Jiang Lin smiled and shook her head when she heard Dr. Li's almost last persuasion.

"I really overestimated you... You are so stupid."

"Everything I said just now, of course there is a way to verify it."

"To be honest... These family cards you use to use your parents are indeed very effective and targeted. It can be seen that you have gone through a lot of planning. What a pity..."

As she said this, Jiang Lin raised the notebook in her hand.

The notebook twisted and deformed, and turned into a mass of flowing black matter in Jiang Lin's hands.

"Let me introduce you to this. This is not a prop called [Portable Shorthand Notebook], but a [Fake]."

"Just like I am not Jiang Lin or 'Zhi Geng'"

The girl exhaled, and her facial features changed, revealing a handsome face of a young boy.

"You can call me 'May May' - or 'Director', the respected first generation 'Freud'."