Chapter 3: Mental hospital (1/2)
The man on the old iron bed opened his eyes.
In the eyes is a pale and yellowed ceiling, with traces of dripping water in the corners.
[Dididi...main system successfully linked]
[Welcome, E-level horror trainee Zong 9]
This is a room with white walls on all sides, no windows, and even the interior decoration is very few.
Zong Jiu lay on his back on the rusty iron bed in the center of the room, covered with a quilt of the same color, and a cup of cool white was placed on the iron cabinet on the right.
There was dead silence around, and the atmosphere looked extremely cold in such a cramped environment.
Zong Jiu opened his eyes and didn't rush to get up. Instead, he quickly digested the information he had obtained in his mind, and compared the information obtained in the original text with the main system's explanation for a comparison, analysis and integration.
The first game mode is a personal show mode. This means that in this rating game, there is no teamwork or even care about the life and death of others. The participating trainees only need to think about how to perform better in this role-playing game, and live until the end of the first game. The level of assessment.
First, the number one task is to live, and secondly, to express yourself as much as possible. Because even if he survives, he will face the dilemma of elimination if he gets a low evaluation from the main system and the mentor.
Although the main system speaks nicely, there is a chance of resurrection even if the level is eliminated. However, Zong Jiu, who has read the original text, is clear that the punishment copy is not a good place to break through. The death rate cited in the original description of the punishment copy is as high as 95%, which means that if the punishment copy is eliminated because of the level. , Basically the death penalty was imposed.
As for how to express yourself in the dungeon and get a higher score, the main system also explained this issue not long ago.
Being in a dangerous situation, making a comeback, falling into a strong counterattack against the wind, and a shocking counter-attack in a desperate situation... all of these can improve the evaluation score. On the contrary, if it is only a promise and shrinks in order to be stable, then the evaluation will naturally not be much higher.
In general, it is two words: death.
Or to put it more directly, encourage everyone to die.
Such behavior made Zong Jiu keenly aware of a trace of unusual, even conspiracy.
It's a pity that he didn't finish reading the original text, otherwise he would know it completely.
Zong Jiu sighed in his heart and tilted his head.
The side of the bed was facing a tattered iron cabinet.
Through the reflections peeling off the shadow of the iron cabinet, he could clearly see what he was like now.
White hair and light pink eyes, wearing blue and white striped hospital gowns, neatly buttoned in front of him, pale and slender limbs, blending with the pale wall behind him, like an exquisite large doll.
The only constant is the blue E letter hanging on his chest.
Zong Jiu closed his eyes again after watching for a while, and opened his ID card in his mind.
The information on the ID card is very concise. It only shows that the identity of this field is set as a 17-year-old albino teenager with autism, who is reticent on weekdays, and the time of admission is this morning. It is exactly the same as the original text without any difference.
After being silent for a while and making sure that there were no other sounds around, the young man finally got up from the bed.
Obviously it is a movement of running clouds and flowing water, but because of the violent dizziness and weakness of the limbs, it is forced to drag and muddy, with an indescribable hysteresis.
His body was passive.
Zong Jiu bent his arms, pressed a few briefly, and came to the conclusion——
I have taken psychiatric tranquilizers before, about six to eight hours ago, and now there is still undispersed drug power in the blood.
He tightened his fingers hard and stiffly picked up the water glass on the iron table.
Originally, his hands were difficult to use, and after adding a layer of medicinal power, he couldn't even hold a water glass. Frustrated, Zong Jiu had to leaned over to look.
The water cup is an ordinary stainless steel water cup. On closer inspection, there is a thick layer of scale on the outside of the cup wall, which looks like it has been used for a period of years.
Under the water cup, a line of blood-red small letters are engraved on the bottom of the cup.
XXX City Mental Hospital.
At the same time, the cold system reminder once again sounded in the empty and narrow ward.
[The first solo show of horror trainees opened, located in the thirteenth venue: Mental Hospital]
[Main mission: Survive for three days. Extra task: find out the existence that is different from other people's ID cards in this personal show]
[If the main task fails, it will be eliminated directly. Additional tasks are non-mandatory tasks. If successful, the level evaluation coefficient will be doubled. Failure has no impact]
[Attention, the 360-degree panoramic camera with no dead ends in all directions has been turned on, and all trainees have entered the full live broadcast state]
When the time came, the dark live broadcast room suddenly lit up, and the huge ”Thriller Trainee” in the center was very conspicuous.
The survivors who had been guarding outside for a long time cheered and swarmed in.
No wonder the survivors are so enthusiastic, because this is the first time infinite loop has held such an entertaining and people-friendly competition.
As soon as they came in, they rushed to the live broadcast rooms of the trainees with the highest rankings. The E-levels like Zong Jiu are small and transparent, and no one takes time to pay attention.
Zong Jiu glanced at the number of people in the live broadcast room that was still at zero, withdrew from consciousness, raised his eyes and looked around.
A room that was only a few square meters in size, an iron bed, an iron cabinet, and an iron cup, all rusted, monotonous and dilapidated, looked extremely empty.
Obviously, it only provides rest for mental patients, and does not provide the functions of washing and showering.
Right in front of the iron bed is an iron door.
The iron door was covered with dark yellow rust that seemed to peel off. There was no lock or door handle. There was only a glass window on the iron door facing the head of the bed. Visiting doctors or nurses can easily monitor the patient's condition from the outside.
There are no door handles and locks on the door, these two things are outside the door. It can be locked from the outside, and the people inside cannot open the door by themselves.
Patients have no human rights, especially those with brain diseases.
In addition, the only thing Zong Jiu cared about was the dense numbers on the other wall.
At this moment, there was a clicking sound of unlocking the old door.
The next moment, the twisted iron door was opened easily.
”Squeak--”
The cold wind came in from the depths of the corridor.
The owner of the face is an indifferent female with a mediocre appearance, wearing a slightly yellowed white nurse uniform. When her gaze fell on the smiling Zong Jiu, this kind of indifference and alienation deep into the bone marrow still showed no signs of relief.
It's not like looking at a person, it's like looking at an object.
She said coldly: ”On the 12th, it's dinner time. The restaurant is upstairs. Go by yourself.”