Chapter 352: A Part of the Game

When the pair of eyes suddenly appeared, Zheng Xun was startled.

If it were a normal person, he would have run away screaming in such a situation.

Even if he didn't run, he would have taken two steps back.

Zheng Xun's reaction was different from theirs.

He didn't run or scream, but immediately reached out through the gap to grab the other party!

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The strange face on the opposite side flashed by.

Zheng Xun grabbed nothing, but he didn't give up, and went around the bookcase to see if there was really someone over there.

... Nothing.

Let the thing escape.

Zheng Xun didn't get angry even though he didn't catch it, but just wondered the purpose of the other party's appearance.

To scare him? He wasn't scared either.

To attack? But it ran away first.

Very strange.

Zheng Xun was a little confused, but at least he was sure that there were NPCs or monsters on the fifth floor besides him as a player, and the aggressiveness did not seem strong at the moment.

Five bookshelves, all read through.

I don't need to explain what I understand, and I'll just assume that I understand what I don't understand.

Zheng Xun stepped back from the bookshelves, came out, and prepared to go to other rooms.

But when he turned around, a figure in a hospital gown was standing at the door!

The "person" had his back to Zheng Xun and said nothing.

There was nothing above his neck.

Zheng Xun thought he had no head at first, but when he looked closely, he found that he just lowered his head very low, exceeding the limit of the human body.

With Zheng Xun's courage, his first reaction when he encountered such a sudden ghost was to rush over.

But when he raised his legs to chase, the other party seemed to have opened his eyes behind him and ran immediately!

Zheng Xun's burst speed was very fast, and he thought it would be okay this time.

But when he rushed out of the door, the corridor was empty again.

"..."

Zheng Xun was depressed.

Well, forget it if I can't catch up.

He had a hunch that the other party would appear again.

Zheng Xun looked around at the door. On his left was the second room.

He walked towards the second room.

When Zheng Xun's figure disappeared at the door, the five tall wardrobes that had been parked in the room suddenly turned into dust, fell silently, and created a gray wave on the ground.

Zheng Xun entered the second room.

This room was like a toy house, with plastic colorful storage boxes filled with various building blocks, dolls, models...

In the middle was a beige wool carpet, which was very soft to step on.

Zheng Xun guessed that the function of this room was for children in the hospital to play. There were many crayon graffiti on the wall, which were posted with transparent tape.

He walked around the room, looked up at the paintings on the wall, and then looked down at the toys in the storage box.

Those paintings looked ordinary, all with the childish strokes of children, and the patterns of flowers, trees and small animals.

It didn't look special.

Zheng Xun took two steps forward. On the left side of his face was a torn painting.

There were two people drawn in red crayon on the painting, one taller and the other shorter.

The two were holding hands, but the crack in the paper just passed through the middle of the holding hands.

It was a bit strange.

The torn painting attracted Zheng Xun's attention. He stopped and passed his fingers through the gap to tear the thin paper apart.

... There was actually another piece of paper inside.

New discovery.

Originally, he tore it casually, but now he turned his body to face the wall and tore the painting completely, revealing the paper underneath.

Is this a... draft?

Zheng Xun frowned and studied the pattern on it carefully.

There were three patterns on the paper, all of which should be buildings.

The one in the upper left corner was straight up and down, like a thick iron pipe. It was ugly and could not be seen at all.

The pattern in the lower left corner was more advanced than the one above, thin at the top and thick at the bottom, with a bit of shape.

On the right half of the paper, the third pattern occupies the entire half of the paper.

The building represented by this pattern is much more refined than the first two crudely made ones. It is roughly cylindrical, but its surface is cut into cubes of the same size. There are many more cubes at the bottom of the building, irregularly attached to the cylindrical building. At the top of the building, there are many vacancies in the blocks, like dissipated electronic grids, disappearing in the air.

One side is multiplying, and the other side is disappearing.

It looks exactly the same as the White Tower.

Zheng Xun was surprised. He didn't know what the meaning of this picture appearing here was.

Did the White Tower intend to show off to the players how advanced it looks...

Or did this picture exist long before the White Tower appeared?

Could this be the design of the White Tower?

But... how could it appear in a mental hospital?

Could it be that the Seventh Hospital is not a hospital, but a secret research base?

Zheng Xun's mind was full of thoughts, but no one told him the answer.

He could only search by himself, so he tore down all the paintings on the wall.

It would have been fine if he hadn't torn them up, but he was shocked when he did.

These paintings were all design drawings for various dungeons.

Although it was hard to tell which dungeon it was, there were corridors, stairs, small mechanisms in the room, vents...

Perhaps they were just some initial ideas, and many of the pictures didn't look complete or even had bugs, but what they represented was enough to shock people.

Zheng Xun stood in the middle of the room. The walls around him were all torn apart paintings.

Although I could guess early on that the dungeon and the White Tower were designed, I still felt complicated after seeing it with my own eyes.

Who designed these.

Why they are designed.

He knew that human beings were always depriving each other, but he still couldn't accept the fact that an entire district disappeared in an instant.

The world of White Tower always gives people the illusion that it is like banknotes being deposited into a bank card and turning into numbers. No matter how much you spend, there is no real feeling.

Turn people into players, turn lives into data, and gamify everything.

If those players are dead, what does that have to do with me? I'll be successful, get to the top, have power and money -

So lucky to live until death breaks through the door.

“As a vested interest, my sympathy seems patronizing.”

Zheng Xun whispered to himself.

"But I don't like being designed to be part of a game."

——So keep chasing the truth.

Zheng Xun began to check the storage boxes filled with toys. The toys were of varying condition, some were damaged, and the cotton was leaking out. Some are brand new and look like they haven't been taken out a few times.

He was not interested in those soft cotton dolls and turned to look at several other boxes.

The remaining five boxes are all educational toys such as models and building blocks. They have been put together and packed in small acrylic boxes.

Zheng Xun took them out one by one.

Corresponding to the sketches on the wall, these are models put together based on the sketches.

Who is doing these things?

While he was confused, a coughing sound suddenly came from next door.

...Is there anyone?