Wen Shi's lips twitched slightly at the Turtle Man's fervent overtures. Even after being brought to the True Spirit's territory, he still persisted in his quest for good fortune. His energy was truly admirable.
Knock knock.
Before Song Yan could elaborate on the previous situation, there was a sudden knock on the door. The person who came was the president of the Seven Commandments.
Perhaps the deadly piano music would sound in the next second. The Seven Commandments President omitted unnecessary preparations and went straight to the point: "Killing the dean is no small matter. Do you want to cooperate?"
Wen Shi wasn't surprised that the other party would come. The best approach now was to split into two groups, one to destroy the piano, and the other to see if they could prevent the transplant.
However, the president of the Seven Commandments has a lot of tricks up his sleeve, which can be compared to a time bomb.
Ji Yuanzhi suddenly said, "I'll go with them to the dean's office to investigate and see if there are any other clues."
Each of these two matters was extremely important, and it was difficult to trust anyone else with it. Ji Yuanzhi was somewhat concerned about the musical notes painted on the walls outside the dean's office. Last night, since Li Nan had obtained the key, the first thing everyone explored was the interior of the dean's office.
Wen Shi raised his eyebrows. It would indeed be better to have someone keep an eye on the President of the Seven Commandments. They didn't have enough manpower and it was impossible for them to go to the dean's office and the deep area at the same time.
"Let's go," Li Nan said after Ji Yuanzhi, President Qijie and others left, "Let's go see what's in the so-called fairy tale area."
The corridor is more humid on rainy days. When going up the stairs, everyone pays close attention to the movements around them. The dean is currently in a deep area, so they have to avoid bumping into each other.
The fairy tale area is not far from the mentally retarded area, which indirectly confirms that Ao set up this area for personal service. Compared with other deep areas, only the mentally retarded area is easy to control and will not pose a threat to this newly established ward.
The commotion caused by the alarm had only just subsided. Perhaps because the ghostly patients had awakened, the corridors were now filled with an unprecedented sense of oppression. The absence of the dangerous wandering patients didn't bring much relief.
The fairytale area ahead is quite close, though the sign isn't very prominent. It's like a world of ice and snow, the temperature very low, and a white mist, distinct from the light, shrouds it, confusing visual perception.
Before officially entering the area, Wen Shi suddenly whispered a few words to Yu Xingzhou. Song Yan was actively observing the surrounding environment and vaguely caught a few words. Just when he wanted to listen to what Wen Shi said in detail, everyone had already entered the fairy tale area.
"The green fairy tale area is the safest fairy tale area." Song Yan narrowed his eyes and subconsciously read the words on the wall next to him.
There are not many wards, and you can only see a white door that almost blends into the wall every few meters.
"The red fairy tale area is the most dangerous." Song Yan wondered, "Why does it seem like there's only white here?"
White is always the representative color of the hospital.
Not long after, Song Yan saw the introduction to the green fairy tale area, and then the red one. As they alternated, Song Yan realized that they had been going around in circles: "Ghost Wall?"
He first looked at Wen Shi. Even though there were two big bosses there, he still felt that Wen Shi was the backbone.
"Yeah...it's okay. We're in the fairy tale area now...don't worry about me. You guys can explore the fifth floor first."
It was a call from Jian Qingrong, and Wen Shi actually answered the phone, chatting with the receiver.
Ghostly faces appeared on the originally white wall, and Song Yan hurriedly reminded again: "Ghost wall."
The two sides made eye contact, and Wen Shi waved his hand, indicating that it was not necessary to worry.
Jian Qingrong was asking about the mission. Wen Shi said a few words and then turned to ask about the situation in the fairy tale area.
Jian Qingrong told him that according to the memory feedback of the little octopus, there were not many patients in the fairy tale area and usually no one could be seen there. The little octopus had come in briefly and took a look around, but didn't find the telephone, so he went to the deep area on the adjacent north side.
Song Yan looked at Yu Xingzhou and Li Nan again, but the two of them didn't react at all.
It's a ghost wall! Why don't you care?
…
On the other side, the dean's office.
Ji Yuanzhi, President Qijie and other players are studying the musical notes on the wall.
One player was dazzled: "Is there really any information on this?"
The one who nodded was the President of the Seven Commandments: "The musical notes are the most intuitive element that can be associated with the cursed music."
Ji Yuanzhi himself is proficient in music, and while studying it, he uses his omniscience skills to interpret it.
In an unnoticed corner, a shadow was cast from above, blending perfectly with the tail of the note.
Not long after, a soft melody sounded.
The melody of this song was so familiar that some players subconsciously hummed along in their hearts, "Sleep, sleep, my dear baby——"
With every word I sang, sleepiness swept over my brain.
In the most inconspicuous position on the beam, there was a strange puppet doll lying. It did not make any aggressive movements, but used invisible silk threads to pull individual notes on the wall, playing drowsy music.
Go to sleep.
As long as you fall asleep, you will be trapped in the Fairyland. Without skills that match the Fairyland, you will sleep forever. These players are the hope of leaving the hospital. If you can get keys or world fragments from the sleeping players, you will have a chance to escape from here.
The doll's face showed a realistic human expression, making the whole face look even more eerie and terrifying.
It was the puppet that Tu Bianxi always carried with him.
After failing a team battle mission and being tricked into getting on the work bus, Tu Bianxi's teammates all died on the bus. While he was fighting the ghosts, the game suddenly popped up a line of prompts: "How old are you and still playing with dolls?"
The mechanical sound reminded Tu Bianxi of Pei Wenwei's previous mockery of similar words. The anger that had just risen was suppressed by the next words:
"You have been diagnosed with Peter Pan syndrome."
"It's not a recognized mental illness, it's a once-popular psychology term. Fortunately, a hospital full of outdated buzzwords recognizes this condition."
Tu Bianxi was then sent to Frank Hospital.
Because it was a newly established patient ward, the patients in the fairy tale area were few and weak. The director was also generous to the area he had built himself, treating these patients as watchdogs and allowing them to borrow some of the power from the music.
A small part of Tu Bianxi's will now resided in the puppet doll, while his main body remained in the ward, trapping Wen Shi and the others with a ghost wall. Even if the ghost wall was breached, it didn't matter; as long as they could hold out until the fairy tale area turned red, Pei Wenwei and the others would be dead.
The enemy is in the open, he is in the dark, and the advantage of taking the initiative lies with him.
The lullaby continues.
"Tu Bianxi, are you sick?" President Qijie suddenly spoke.
The puppet was stunned.
After several seconds, his eyeballs, which were covered with white mist, moved. It was impossible. It was impossible for anyone to know that he was the one operating in secret.
As if he knew what the other party was thinking, the president of the Seven Commandments frowned and said, "Are you stupid? There's your information in the archives."
He and Pei Wenwei had read almost all of the information.
On the night they entered the dungeon, some players were locked up in the deep area as patients. Although they didn't know what Tu Bianxi had experienced, they were no longer surprised by this.
Without paying any attention to the puppet pretending to be mysterious, Ji Yuanzhi walked into the dean's office and rummaged through the bookshelf. Soon he pulled out a book about music and found an excerpt from the piano score in it that matched the one on the wall outside.
The name of the song is "Office".
In the entire hospital, apart from the director's office, only Pei Wenwei has a personal office.
Is it dark under the lamp?
The mechanism of this copy seems to like to deceive vision and perception. It is impossible to hide a piano in a small office unless there is a dark room.
President Qijie was secretly guessing Ji Yuanzhi's skills. It was not difficult to find the corresponding score, but it was a very complicated task. Ji Yuanzhi was able to retrieve the information in an instant.
The most inexplicable thing is that the other party did not shy away from using this skill in public.
This kind of frankness made him feel creepy.
"I'll go to the office to look for the piano." Ji Yuanzhi interrupted the thoughts of the Seven Commandments President. While speaking, he glanced at Hengliang, indicating that the latter would take over the task of cleaning up the garbage.
The president of the Seven Commandments looked at the dark corner on the beam, ready to throw it directly into the deeper and more powerful area.
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Tu Bianxi himself did not know that the puppet was about to be thrown into the dangerous patient area. The dean's office was in a separate hidden map, and he had no way to sense the puppet's status through any possessed will.
After his strength increased significantly, Tu Bianxi's paralysis improved. He hid in the hospital ward and operated remotely, believing that his disguise was very good. Five minutes later, the paralysis was forcibly broken, and Tu Bianxi remained calm and calculated the time.
There was a sound of footsteps in the corridor, but instead of moving forward, the footsteps stopped at the door.
Tu Bianxi was inexplicably nervous and used disguise props almost instinctively.
The fairytale area was sparsely populated, all occupied by single rooms, so it was impossible for a fellow patient to come. The ghost wall had just been breached, so it was obvious who had come.
"He probably won't come in..." From any perspective, barging into a patient's room recklessly is a very dangerous act.
But he was still uneasy, so he got out of bed and locked the door.
At almost the same time, the sound of someone pressing the door handle came from outside.
"These lunatics." Tu Bianxi cursed inwardly, and was glad that the room was locked quickly. He didn't hear them go to other wards before.
Bang!
The door panel trembled heavily, and the person outside chose to break in violently.
The ward door was kicked open, and Wen Shi and Tu Bianxi's eyes met.
In disguise, Tu Bianxi quickly calmed down and wanted to see what tricks this man was going to play.
At this moment, Song Yan poked his head out from behind, pointed at his nose and said, "This face is fake."
No one can see through falsehood and truth better than a mirror.
Even through the disguise props, one could sense Tu Bianxi's expression change.
Wen Shi walked in quickly, without any prelude, his expression as excited and enthusiastic as when he first saw No. 233: "It's great to meet an old friend in a foreign land, Xiao Tu, I can recognize you even if you turned into ashes."
As he spoke, he quickly ordered a lie detector item from the game store. "Time is limited, so we won't reminisce today. Tell us what you know."
"..." These words completely stunned Tu Bianxi.
He didn't even bother to find out how the other party discovered him. He was in this situation today because of Pei Wenwei. He wanted to eat his flesh, so how could he possibly reveal any clues?
"It seems you're not going to tell me anymore." The smile on Wen Shi's face gradually disappeared. "The Puppet Guild originally tried to attack and torture me in the hotel to extract information. Torture is a despicable method, but it does work well sometimes."
Confirming his identity had been exposed, Tu Bianxi dropped his pretense and simply looked over coldly. The game hadn't completely erased his player identity; killing each other would be a recipe for death.
Ghost walls and puppets perfectly walk in the gray area and will not be judged as malicious injury, but torture will not be considered.
Wen Shi was not good at torturing people, so he turned to look at Yu Xingzhou.
Yu Xingzhou: "…"
Why don't you go to see Li Nan?
Li Nan took the initiative to speak, his face expressionless: "There are no treatment rules in the fairy tale area."
As a newly established district, it is not perfect in all aspects.
"We have doctors and nurses among us, so we shouldn't have any problem treating him according to our professional standards," Li Nan said. "There are many treatment rooms in the deep area. All we have to do is put the patient in and start the equipment."
"...The Fairy Tale Zone is glowing red now." Li Nan looked back at the corridor behind him, where the floor lamps flickered a faint scarlet light. "Red represents danger. If you delay any further, we'll retreat and take you to experience the full treatment package."
When it comes to grasping people's hearts, it still depends on the old players.
Before Tu Bianxi could analyze Li Nan's words in detail, Yu Xingzhou took over the conversation, "Generally speaking, a red light means surgery is in progress, and a green light means it's over. The red fairy tale area is the most dangerous, meaning the entire area will become extremely dangerous during the operation. I need to know just how dangerous it is."
If the director wanted to perform a transplant, he had to find a place to perform the surgery. The Fairy Tale Area, which he founded, was the most suitable place. It was easy to tell what the red and green colors represented.
Under the suffocating feeling of oppression, Tu Bianxi tried to negotiate terms, but as soon as he raised his head, his pupils suddenly shrank.
A sharp, stabbing pain shot through his brain, indicating that something had happened to his puppet doll.
He changed his resolve to resist and proposed a condition: "You must promise to bring me out of the dungeon alive."
Yu Xingzhou did not respond, his eyes focused on the floor lamp that was gradually turning red.
Tu Bianxi quickly thought about how to negotiate the terms.
Someone plays the good guy, and naturally someone else plays the bad guy. Wen Shi seized the opportunity and started to play the good guy: "My main task is to inherit the hospital."
Tu Bianxi's first reaction was absurdity.
"As the dungeon triggerer, it's not surprising that you have a special main quest." Wen Shi said slowly, "I can guarantee this with a lie detector. Once I successfully inherit the hospital, I will let you go immediately."
He tried his best to show the value of his life so that he could easily pry out more complete information.
Sure enough, Tu Bianxi felt a little tempted.
Lie detectors don't lie, Pei Wenwei said so, and this main quest is most likely real.
"There is no time to finalize more detailed regulations now." Wen Shi took out the contract prop, which only contained the clause he had just mentioned about releasing the person.
Tu Bianxi gritted his teeth and said, "At least add one more thing. During this period, you are not allowed to deliberately attack me."
Wen Shi smiled: "Of course."
The premise is that someone doesn't commit suicide.
Tu Bianxi finally signed the contract.
"All surgeries within the hospital will be performed in the Fairy Tale Area. There will be at least ten nurses present during each operation, and sometimes more nurses will come in mid-operation. No matter what you want to do, it will not succeed."
Tu Bianxi paused. "Ordinary operating room floor lights tend to be orange-red. This color tonight means the hospital staff must be performing surgery, and the protective measures during the operation will be more stringent."
The three of them looked at each other.
Li Nan's tone was slightly lowered: "Try it first."
No matter how difficult it is, they have to give it a try. With money paving the way, even if they fail, they can still get out of it safely.
Song Yan suddenly said, "There are many things with mirrors in the operating room. I can also turn into a small mirror and hide in the operating light. During the operation, any NPC who sees me will easily lose focus."
Wen Shi immediately rejected his proposal: "If a fight breaks out, you might be accidentally injured."
If the mirror is shattered too badly, Song Yan might disappear.
Song Yan wanted to say something, but Wen Shi just shook his head: "A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. Don't be too extreme in everything."
Yu Xingzhou, who was standing next to him, glanced at him and thought that Pei Wenwei could be considered a good teacher when it came to dealing with people and things.
Wen Shi asked Tu Bianxi to lead them to the operating room to investigate the environment. On the way, he said to Song Yan, "I have a friend who used to be many times more extreme than you. He spent all day plotting how to become a ghost after death. But under my influence, he now has complete self-control."
"...You should also learn from him and cherish and take care of your body, understand?"
Song Yan nodded heavily.
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Five floors.
After Jian Qingrong finished talking to Wen Shi, he kept staring at the red telephone receiver.
To be exact, he was staring at his own hands.
Of all the things Wen Shi told him about the mission, he only remembered one sentence: The dean needs a hand transplant.
In the darkness, Jian Qingrong's mouth slowly pulled up into a creepy smile.
If the other party transplants a hand with a contaminated source, he can achieve a certain degree of remote control.
At critical moments, that hand will dance wildly on the piano.
After a while, Jian Qingrong withdrew his gaze and fell into another thought: Will Wen Shi be angry if I do this?
I quickly rejected this idea, Wen Shi would understand.
With his own recovery ability, he could regenerate his severed limbs within a week, which was worth it in exchange for the life of the dean who was about to start a killing spree.
...When it is time to make a decision, make it.
What's more, Wen Shi also has the same style of doing things. He often relies on the ability to resurrect and dies again and again, even when they first met.
"In this matter, you are my best teacher." Jian Qingrong murmured to himself.