In the small building, sounds of chasing and fighting could be heard from time to time, but soon they gradually fell silent.
The VIP ward was on the fourth floor, where not only patrolling security guards but also nurses were on duty. Players and shadows who tried to steal patients' wristbands would face a tough time. However, most of the night shift security guards were concentrated in the two basement floors, and their situation hadn't improved despite the Turtle Man's prediction.
At this moment, Wen Shi was huddled in the small room where the monster was imprisoned, and the fishy smell of the remaining meat in the iron basin hit him directly in the face.
There was a dull dragging sound outside, and the footsteps got closer and closer until they stopped outside the door of the room where he was hiding.
Wen Shi looked up. In the dim light, a monster with a goat's head and a human body stood at the doorway. Its two black goat horns were completely devoid of aesthetic appeal, and its strangely rectangular pupils were parallel to the ground.
Blood was flowing in through the crack in the door. The monster pushed the door open, holding a half-dead bloody corpse in its hand.
The corrosive properties of the blood corpse had no effect on the sheep. The man, dressed in a security uniform, accurately tossed the corpse onto the operating table. Wen Shi quickly dodged to avoid further injury from the blood.
Putting aside the lewd and lascivious definitions of sheep in Western stories, the sheep symbolizes justice and wisdom. This uniform, combined with the fact that he is different from the bloody corpse, clearly demonstrates that they can communicate.
In the small room, Wen deliberately exposed the arm with the bracelet and lied, "I wanted to relax and walk around before the operation, but I got lost."
It is clearly stated in the thief mission that the patient's bracelet can be used to deceive people once.
The game's notification sound can be misleading, but it won't lie. Seeing the bracelet, the Sheep-Headed Security Guard stopped moving forward. He didn't exchange a single word with Wen Shi, but turned around.
Wen Shi thought about it and followed him out.
This judgment was accurate. Almost at the moment when he followed the Yangshou security guard out, the latter turned around and locked the iron gate again. If he had been a step later, he would have been locked inside.
Wen Shi's nose was shaken by the collision of his broad muscles. He thought the security guard would threaten him to get upstairs quickly, or at least watch him enter the elevator, but in fact nothing happened.
The security guard disappeared once more into the maze-like underground level, the terrifying chains hanging around his waist occasionally making a rattling sound. Wen Shi pursed his dry lips. NPCs like these, devoid of any emotional ups and downs, were the most difficult to deal with. They wouldn't listen to any explanations and would only follow the rules.
If I get caught again next time, I will definitely be dead.
"Someone is deliberately messing with me."
If he had only suspected it at first, he was now convinced of it.
Wen Shi forced himself to calm down. No matter what, he had to get the blueprint. The game specifically assigned this task, proving that without the blueprint's guidance, it would be virtually impossible for him to find the rare, divine-level evolution fluid. Before he could even take a step, Wen Shi's eyes suddenly sharpened. He turned his head and looked in a certain direction. A strange, subtle sound came from around the corner.
Today seems to be the day when my luck value is reset to zero. I just got rid of the blood corpse and I encountered other things again.
About ten seconds passed and nothing happened, but Wen Shi felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart.
Behind!
Wen Shi sensed the source of danger and was about to take out a kitchen knife from his backpack to chop it backhanded when a familiar voice came over him.
"Close your eyes."
Without staying still, Wen Shi closed his eyes and rolled sideways onto the ground. Almost immediately, a deformed ghost child fell from where he had been standing. The child was already dead, its mouth gaping into a wide O, its ferocious expression still hinting at a hint of fear. At the same moment, the blood-stained ceiling opened, and a petite figure nimbly leaped to the ground.
"My dear grandson, are you okay?"
Wen Shi shook his head.
"This space is a bit strange. It took me some effort to squeeze in." The old lady said softly, completely unable to see the
It looked like he had just used treacherous means to kill a ghost child.
This silent killing method is somewhat like a curse. The ghost child on the train was also like this. He seemed to have experienced something extremely terrifying before his death.
Wen Shi looked up at the ceiling, thinking about the possibility of escaping from the underground floor from here in case of emergency.
The old lady knew what he was thinking: "There are water pipes up there, the toxins inside are very strong, and there is a bloody membrane on the outside as a barrier. It would be difficult for ordinary people to get out alive."
Wen Shi sighed regretfully when he heard this.
"Arm..." The old lady frowned.
"It's okay." Wen Shi didn't have time to care about the corroded wound on his arm. As long as he took potions from time to time, maintaining his health wouldn't be a big problem. "Grandma, I need to find the monitoring room as soon as possible."
As he spoke, he seized the opportunity to continue exploring forward.
After reuniting with the old lady, I didn't know if there was some special aura on her, but I turned two long roads in a row and didn't encounter the experimental subject again.
The reduction in danger did not bring any joy, and every passing second made people feel uneasy.
Where exactly is this damn monitoring room built?
Just as Wen Shi was wandering aimlessly in the silent corridor, the old lady beside him asked with a hint of uncertainty: "My dear grandson, are you sure you are on this floor?"
Wen Shi suddenly paused and shook his head: "I can only be sure that it must be underground."
The old lady pondered for a moment before speaking, "I just said that this space is a bit strange. When I first came to see you, I was almost deceived and my perception was confused. I didn't even notice this floor and went straight down to the negative first floor."
"...Later, because I was more sensitive to the smell of these dirty things, I realized something was wrong."
Wen Shi frowned. "There's a folk saying that Yin energy can disrupt the magnetic field. This floor is full of monsters, so it doesn't seem very suitable for a computer room."
The old lady nodded and said softly, "The underground level isn't completely safe either. Something seems to be lurking in the darkness. There are no lights there, only one spot where a faint glow is visible. I wonder if that's the monitoring room you're looking for."
Wen Shi checked his phone and saw that nearly three minutes had passed.
"Time is running out. There's no point running around like a headless chicken." His eyes darkened. "Let's go and take a look at the basement first."
The old lady nodded.
The moment the two turned around, Wen Shi attacked without warning. He kicked the old lady in the waist, then picked up a kitchen knife. When the sharp blade was placed against her neck, his eyes turned bloodshot. "Don't move."
The kitchen knife had a great impact on people. Wen Shi's throat was hardened: "While I still have my sanity, you do whatever I say."
He took a deep breath and said, "Take me to the monitoring room. Let me be frank. I can only hold out for three or four minutes without drawing blood. If I don't get there by then, don't blame me for killing people without restraint."
All her questions and excuses died in her throat. The blade had already sunk a centimeter into her skin. To protect against further damage, the old woman's skin grew densely packed with granules. Soon, her head became oval, her eyes bulged, and her back grew a tumor-like bulge, and her skin color changed.
Three words popped up in Wen Shi's mind: chameleon.
This chameleon-like monster was short in stature, making it easier for him to control it.
The knife rubbed back and forth on the flesh. Wen Shi's hand was not steady, and the murderous intent emanating from his body indirectly confirmed that he was not lying. If he could not reach the monitoring room as soon as possible, Wen Shi would definitely chop this chameleon to death.
"Hurry up," he urged.
Never doubt a cat's agility. Wen Shi pulled the chameleon's clothes with one hand and held a knife with the other, but it did not affect his quick steps.
At this speed, even a movement of his vocal cords would bring him closer to the blade, but Chameleon couldn't help but ask, "How did you find out?"
Chameleon thinks his role-playing is perfect enough, he is a natural
The pretender exudes a friendly aura, and the ghost child who had been injected with venom by him in advance behaved almost exactly like the ghost child on the train when he died.
Chameleon is also a passenger on the K6666 train, hiding in the dark and observing every tourist. He is one of the night shift security guards. Compared with the Sheep Head Security Guard, Chameleon is more cunning. He always rides the shuttle bus with the tourists to prevent any damn thieves from taking advantage of the free plastic surgery service at the hospital to do something bad.
"You keep leading me to the basement level."
"That's it?" Chameleon didn't understand why there was anything to be suspicious about.
Wen Shi was resisting the will to kill and did not explain it in detail.
The first thing he did when he went down to the basement was to observe the ceiling, corners and other places to make sure there were no cameras, which proved that the monitoring room was most likely on this floor.
Otherwise, all his movements would be captured by the cameras, and it would be easy for the night security guard to catch him, and there would be no possibility of completing the mission.
Furthermore, the underground and above-ground surveillance systems were separate. If there were no surveillance cameras on the first floor below ground, then all the cameras must be concentrated there. Only under this premise did the logic make sense. He needed to find the surveillance room on the first floor below ground. Although the mission required him to take the blueprints, the most important thing was to find a way to destroy the surveillance cameras and create conditions for going to the first floor later.
"I checked the time in front of you and acted anxious, but you didn't suggest we separate."
If it were an old lady, she would definitely suggest that she go to the basement first to take a look and then act separately.
Of course, the most important point is: there is no dead end in the game.
He lacked the clues to get to the monitoring room, and the 'savior' happened to appear at this time.
Wen Shi sneered, "With your cunning personality, you didn't inform the Sheep Head Security Guard, but instead disguised yourself and went to great lengths to approach me. This shows two things: catching thieves is a personal achievement for a security guard, and your ability is average."
This is only a waste of time when you can't win.
The chameleon felt extremely regretful at this moment. How could this human be more cunning than him?
His ability is to ingest venom, but except for a few experimental subjects who are restrained, there is no prey that is in a static state for him to inject toxins.
It would be different if the prey took the initiative to enter the negative first floor. It would bring food to the monster lurking there. In return, the monster would give it advanced evolutionary liquid. One day, it would have the same strong physical strength as the sheep-headed security guard.
Under the guidance of the internal traitor, Wen Shi finally escaped from the maze. Several times, the chameleon tried to inject venom into his body, but was reported by the little octopus.
Every time it reported, a bloody mark would appear on the chameleon's neck, and its bulging eyes would be filled with anger, as if it wanted to roast the octopus on the spot.
The monitoring room was just around the corner, and Wen Shi did not let his guard down. He pushed Chameleon in first.
There was no one inside, only a few square display screens. The little octopus moved over and used its injured tentacle to control the mouse, trying to check the image on the underground floor.
Wen Shi couldn't help but laugh when he saw this, as he was almost taken advantage of by the chameleon.
The back of the knife hit Chameleon's head hard, Wen Shi kicked him roughly into the corner and walked straight to the table where the drawings were placed.
"Congratulations on successfully reaching the monitoring room."
"Congratulations on discovering the blueprint*1."
When Wen Shi took the blueprint, under the dim light of the display screen, the little octopus suddenly started playing a keyboard-tapping game, and its big eyeballs rolled around.
Wen Shi took a quick look and saw that the underground level was indeed dark, and just as interconnected as a maze. He had wanted to take a few photos, but then he remembered the tour guide's warning on the first day that taking photos was forbidden, so he gave up.
"Destroy the chassis and let's go."
There were only about ten minutes left, and he had to rush back as quickly as possible.
The ground beneath my feet suddenly began to shake violently. It wasn't the noise caused by the little octopus destroying the computer case, but rather an earthquake. The whole process lasted for about ten seconds. The little octopus grabbed the vibrations caused by the earthquake.
Jing then picked up the keyboard and smashed the monitor, beginning to violently destroy the computer.
"Hurry up." Wen Shi saw a duty roster posted on the wall.
There will be security guards on duty in the monitoring room from midnight to three o'clock. If you don't leave now, it will be too late.
Boom.
Boom.
It was definitely not an illusion, it was the heavy footsteps unique to the night shift security guard. Wen Shi grabbed the octopus and ran away.
While he pricked up his ears to catch various sound sources, he used the [Homing] skill and prepared to head to the elevator as quickly as possible.
The dim corridor gave Wen Shi a sense of security at this time, as if it was covered with a layer of nightgown, allowing him to avoid being spied on in the dark.
After running quickly for a distance, Wen Shi suddenly stopped. He heard the sound of the night shift security guard walking ahead, the footsteps were still lingering, but there was no intention of moving away.
According to the route in memory, they are not far from the elevator entrance. If they risk rushing over, they will inevitably have a fierce conflict with the night security guard. [One Sword to Level the Sphere] is blocked, and Wen Shi has no confidence that he can defeat the Sheep-headed security guard.
"Strange." He felt something was wrong. There was clearly no security guard patrolling nearby when he came down earlier.
·
TRAIN STATION.
The turtle man, who had just finished rubbing his paws carefully not long ago, was now forced to lie on the platform, staring at every move in the water curtain.
Because he was in a degenerate state, the simple-minded turtle man did not think about why everything was played out in the water curtain, or who was the person who caught him. There was only one thought in his mind: bad luck!
"The lucky little kitten you mentioned is lost." The True Spirit didn't seem to care whether he understood or not. He simply pointed calmly at the water curtain. "He thought everything would be fine if he just rushed through it, but the maze is alive. Every earthquake means the direction of the path changes."
There was no elevator after he rushed over, and all that awaited him was a dead end.
What Wen Shi would do and what abilities he would possess were all within the True Spirit's expectations.
"Cats are the most vigilant animals," Zhen Ling muttered to himself as he looked at Wen, whose back was tense and who was staring straight ahead at the water curtain. "He noticed something amiss, but it's okay..."
The other party will not have time to think carefully.
He was like a divine prophet, his words came true, and almost the moment he finished speaking, another figure appeared in the water curtain.
There was a gap in the off-white ceiling, and the old lady came down from above, this time in person.
What Chameleon said was not entirely a lie. The entire underground floor was equivalent to an independent space. The ceiling pipes contained a highly toxic solution and there were leaks. Every time a mission was started, a barrier would be placed outside. Under the dual protection of viruses and space, ordinary people could not get in at all.
The old lady was not an ordinary person, but the gap in the space barrier she found was exactly what the true spirit left on purpose.
The moment she appears, she will definitely alarm the night security guard.
The trajectory of fate can be arranged as long as one is strong enough. For example, now, the true spirit leaves them a way to survive, but each way to survive is leading the other party to death.
Wen Shi could have relied on Chameleon to continue leading the way, but due to lack of time and the need to prevent Chameleon from betraying him at the last moment, he chose to use his skills.
"This is the beginning of his path of no return." Zhen Ling smiled and said, "This kitten is almost seeing through my plan, but once the person he calls Grandma starts a fight with the night security guard, he will have no choice but to passively participate and then seize the last chance to rush forward."
As a result, not only will the elevator not be found, but more security guards will be alerted.
There was a frivolous smile on Zhen Ling's face, but the turtle man felt a chill through the thick turtle shell, and he subconsciously crawled lower.
…
From the moment the elevator door showed abnormality, the old lady felt the space below fluctuate, and then the entire space closed like the elevator door.
She hesitated whether to go down, judging from some previous events, the old lady believed
Because in this game, the more the good grandson relies on her power, whether actively or passively, the more likely unexpected situations will occur.
That's why she took the initiative to offer to take the little scarecrow away at the inn, and hinted to Wen Shi that he had to rely on himself for everything.
However, the smell of dirt below became stronger and stronger, and the old lady finally decided to go and take a look.
She wasn't completely unprepared before going. The old lady first caught the young man who had just finished his mission in the ward and successfully stole the bracelet. She remembered that Wen Shi had a surgery at 11:10, so she carefully instructed him, "Wait outside the elevator."
The boy, holding a steel pipe, asked expressionlessly, "What are you doing?"
"If my grandson hasn't come out of the elevator by 9:00, you'll start a fire or create some other chaos, like killing the surgeon, to delay the operation."
The night was as cold as water, and her voice was even colder. The boy thought silently that murder and arson might be the bad habits in the bones of this family.
After arranging this matter, the old lady officially broke into that space.
At this moment, just as she successfully broke into the underground first floor, the old lady was facing the goat's horizontal pupils.
The unique pupils make the sheep-headed security guard look like he is born with squinty eyes. In fact, his field of vision is quite wide, far better than that of humans. He can easily scan all objects around him without turning his head.
The sheep-headed security guard seemed to be able to identify people's strengths and weaknesses. Facing this uninvited guest, he simply pulled off the iron chain around his waist and threw it towards the old lady.
The rusty iron chain, like the old lady's kitchen knife, was like a living thing. Even if it missed a strike, it would still turn around and continue to entangle its prey.
The chain hit the nearest door as it was swung, and the next moment an experimental subject rushed out.
The deformed experimental subject did not dare to attack the night security guard. It smelled the scent of a living person the first time and rushed towards the area where Wen Shi was.
Wen Shi knew his position was exposed. The old lady in front of him calmly grabbed a piece of chain and said to him, "Give me the kitchen knife, you go first."
When she asked for the kitchen knife, there was only one possibility: she was ready to kill.
Wen Shi threw the kitchen knife directly over. He knew that the old lady could control the knife from a distance. As expected, the kitchen knife in his hand, which was only used to chop randomly, was controlled by the old lady from a distance and directly cut off the monster's head.
The monster was killed, the sheep-headed security guard was dragged away, and the way forward was opened.
Wen Shi knew that he should rush forward decisively, but the uneasiness that lingered around him almost made his tail stand on end.
There were less than five minutes left, and Wen Shi had no choice but to take a quick look at the situation ahead. The elevator was not too far from the location he remembered, and if something went wrong, he could retreat in thirty seconds at most.
For some unknown reason, when Wen Shi was about to sprint, he looked up at the ceiling. The feeling of being watched was stronger than ever before.
…
The pair of mandarin duck eyes in the incarnation state can clearly feel the clarity even through the water curtain when turning the head.
Such bright eyes.
It looked very auspicious at first glance, and the turtle man almost couldn't help but take a step forward.
His little tricks could not be hidden from the true spirit, and the god who dominated this world felt a little puzzled.
"Your brazier is almost at its limit, do you still want to cross it?"
The turtle shell trembled, and the turtle man found that he could not lie in front of this person at all. Whatever he thought in his heart, his mouth said unconsciously, and finally he uttered four words: "Good luck."
Compared to everything in the water curtain, the turtle man's words seemed illogical and foolish. If the tour guide were here, she would definitely be ridiculed. But the real spirit didn't. He was remarkably approachable. A saying flashed through his mind: Even the wisest man can make mistakes.
Did my arrangement have this flaw?
The True Spirit's thinking speed was extremely fast. In just a short moment, it went through all the arrangements and made sure that different strategies had been formulated based on all possible behaviors of the target.
No matter what the child will
Whatever the manifestation, there will be a corresponding solution.
…
Hospital, basement level.
At the moment when Wen Shi was about to sprint, the little octopus in his pocket suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Back off."
At the same time, he said to the old lady, "Robotic cat."
The old lady reacted quickly to the words, throwing out something that was only half the size of a fist. It was a miniature mechanical cat.
Jian Qingrong had left himself a way out, a mechanical cat that could serve as a temporary parasite in case the scarecrow's shell was damaged. This semi-finished experimental product not only served as a mouthpiece, but also functioned as a small robot that could expand and contract, and of course, its most important ability: a smoke bomb.
At first, Jian Qingrong wanted to make a bomb, but when he was experimenting, he found that the scarecrow could not carry powerful weapons across space, so he had to settle for the next best thing.
Because it was not convenient for it to carry this thing after it turned into an octopus, it gave it to the old lady for safekeeping and briefly explained how to use it.
The red button was pressed, and the choking smoke almost condensed into a smoke screen.
The distance was too close, creating visual obstruction for the Yangshou security guards, while Wen Shi and others were also surrounded by a large area of smoke.
"Keep backing up and turn left." The little octopus instructed methodically, "The elevator is in the south, and we're in the north. The road you're on now isn't the correct path to the elevator."
Wen Shi ran faster, surprised that it still had a sense of direction in this situation.
"I left the virus at the elevator exit before."
The little octopus can find Wen Shi across multiple copies by using the heart blood in the pendant he gave to him, so naturally he can also find the elevator entrance.
Wen Shi was stunned. Doesn't this mean that the other party was well prepared?
"When you told me about the True Spirit, I became more cautious." The little octopus knew what he wanted to ask. "I didn't tell you the correct path before because I was worried that we were still under the True Spirit's watchful eyes. The more time we have, the easier it will be for the True Spirit to create an emergency plan."
There are less than five minutes left, and even God is powerless to save the situation.
When he was about to run to the elevator, a magnetic voice that didn't match the octopus's body gently instructed Wen Shi: "You go to the surgery later. The old man and I will go to the basement to check it out."
"you..."
"Don't worry about me. I've already recorded all the layout and routes of the underground floor from the surveillance footage, and I've also written down the information on the blueprint."
"you..."
"Orcs all have unique abilities. Octopus's ability is a good memory. The pollution source increases my adaptability. I now have hyperthymesia."
"You have a brain now!" Wen Shi finally finished the sentence while running faster.
The old lady also made the same exclamation at the same time. For someone who always speaks softly, her voice is almost breaking.
Although the little octopus's voice was sinister, it inexplicably carried a hint of apathy as it calmly stated a fact: "Of course."
After its evolution was complete, its initial cuteness was merely a way to cling to Wen Shi's side, exploiting people's sympathy for the mentally retarded to gain his attention. After hearing about the True Spirit, it knew it had to play the fool until the very end. With everything Wen Shi possessed exposed before everyone's eyes, it needed a special trump card.
If the true spirit has a plan, it may include Wen Shi's shadow, family, and even teammates, but it will definitely not include a mentally retarded person, let alone the abilities that a mentally retarded person possesses.
Wen Shi didn't really listen to what the little octopus said next. His mind was filled with only one thought: It has a brain, it has a brain...
·
In the same silent night.
Zhen Ling, who had been sitting casually on the platform, suddenly stood up. It was no exaggeration to say that the fact that the little octopus had a brain shocked him for a hundred years.
The true spirit can obtain all information from the eyes of the clone
The scene of the little scarecrow being hit by the train is still vivid in my mind. A thing that only knows how to be jealous actually has a brain.
What kind of world is this, what a terrible world!
"I underestimated the enemy..."
Zhen Ling knew that the big eyeball had an extraordinary origin, but it was just an eyeball after all. It did not even have the will of a god and was an existence with a lower configuration than an avatar.
A strange fluctuation appeared between heaven and earth, and the True Spirit realized that the will of the game that dominated everything seemed to be surprised by this.
Zhen Ling had only seen the little octopus for less than three days and had already determined that it was mentally retarded. However, the game witnessed Big Eyes' performance in the first two copies.
To say it is mentally retarded is to beautify it.
Take this copy for example. The scarecrow that showed up at the very beginning almost caused nine more suns in the sky. After the game slapped it a few times, the other party still didn't understand the hint and kept crossing the barrier as if it was going against the world.
It's such a brainless idiot, yet it managed to evolve successfully!
The game that has been secretly observing and learning about human culture and behavior, now only has three ancient words left in its entire will: My youth is over.