Author: Glory of Fire

It seems that he returned successfully. Was he rescued by Ghost King Crimson, or was he brought back by force on the game panel?

After lying there for a while, the depression in Qiuli's heart had dissipated. She sat up and leaned against the head of the bed.

Her clothes and belongings were placed on the bedside table. She lowered her head and looked at the clothes she was wearing. Like the old lady next door, they were all hospital gowns with blue stripes.

"Wordless Book" seemed dead at this moment. Qiuli called it for a long time without moving.

What it said before: Cursed? It was most likely true. She reached out and touched her heart. She never wanted to experience that feeling of being on the verge of death again.

She stretched out her hand to close the curtain, changed her clothes, and put on her watch. It was already 11 noon. She stood up and walked to the window. Opposite was the red-walled surgical branch. From here, she could just see the side of the building.

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The windows in the corridor there were all tightly closed. Qiuli closed her eyes, and countless voices were noisy in her mind...

The strong smell of sulfur and disinfectant in the air rushed into her nose, and Qiu Li couldn't help but cover her mouth and cough.

"Girl, are you okay? Someone is paying the medical bills anyway. You might as well stay a few more days and wait until you recover before leaving."

The old lady in the next bed had one foot on the ground and one foot bent under the quilt. Her face was a little swollen, her hair was all white, and her brows were very kind. She probably saw Qiuli had changed.

After losing her clothes, I couldn't help but come to persuade her again.

Qiuli shook her head and said, "Thank you, old man, I still have things to do."

There was the sound of a cart at the door. The nurse just stopped the car at the door, took out a box of lunch and walked in carrying it.

She put the lunch box on Qiuli's bedside table and said, "Why are you up?"

"This is a free lunch paid for by Mayor Jin. You can eat normally when you wake up. It's best not to exercise strenuously today." The nurse kindly reminded her, and then went out to deliver food to other rooms.

"Girl, please eat quickly, it won't taste good after it gets cold." The old lady was probably hungry, so she rummaged through the bedside table and took out a tea jar.

He opened it and took a look, reached out and took out a pickle, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

"Old man, why don't you go out and buy a lunch box?" Qiuli walked to the bedside, sat down, looked down at the lunch box, then raised her head and asked her.

"I eat a lot of breakfast. Besides, the boxed lunches are expensive and I don't have much insurance. After paying the hospitalization fee, I have no money left. When I am discharged from the hospital the day after tomorrow, I still have to keep some living expenses."

The expression on the old lady's face was very calm, as if this was a very common thing.

"What about your family?"

"My son works in a factory, working three shifts, so how can I trouble him? This life is not something that can be passed by just enduring it like this. Girl, don't worry about me."

Qiuli put the lunch box in her hand on her bedside table, "I'm going to go through the discharge procedures now. I'll go home for dinner. You can help me take care of this."

Qiuli straightened up, and before she could refuse, she waved her hand and said, "I wish you smooth sailing in the future."

After successfully completing the discharge procedures, she asked by the way, "Does the old man in bed No. 2 next to me have any debts?"

The nurse glanced at her, flipped through the bill and said, "I owe 3 silver coins."

Qiuli placed three silver coins on the table and said, "I paid the debt for her."

She put her hands in her pockets and walked out of the inpatient building seemingly easily. Standing among the three buildings in a Z-shaped building, she turned and looked at the one to the side, the surgical branch with a slightly lower red exterior wall.

The light at noon is filled with dense water vapor, making everything around you look unreal.

The mark on the index finger has disappeared, leaving a pair of bite marks.

The curse on his body has not been eliminated. Even if he completes the cancellation of the contract and returns to the train, there is a high probability that he will die due to the curse.

Perhaps this curse is too powerful and resonates with the sacrificed ghosts in this world.

They are summoning themselves, Qiuli's mind is very confused, and their unconscious voices are too loud.

She casually took out a piece of bread from the "carry-on food box", chewed it slowly, and carefully looked at the surgical branch not far away, waiting for the last bite of bread to be swallowed.

She began to walk slowly that way.

The weirdest place in the whole hospital was right there. In Qiu Li's eyes, the corridor of that building was already dark and shiny. Her sudden appearance was probably an additional product of being cursed.

Probably equivalent to the yin and yang eyes, Qiuli endured the various voices in her mind and tried not to let herself be taken away by them.

It was as if she was suddenly lifted from the two-dimensional world to the three-dimensional world, and the information around her rushed to her. By the time she reached the door of the surgical branch, she had learned to block out most of the weak information.

The communication method between those weird things is not through language as most people think. Language is probably just a low-level and inefficient communication method, Qiuli thought.

But at this moment, she misses this low-level and inefficient model very much.

There was a red barrier at the door. She bypassed the barrier and pushed the door open, stepping into the hall. The crowded scene in the past disappeared, and the nurse's desk was empty.

The area next to the elevator was deserted, and there was a sign on the elevator door: Under maintenance.

No wonder, Qiuli thought,

It was probably that the building was undergoing maintenance, and her eyes fell on the corridor where the darkness was the thickest. Footsteps suddenly came from the door, and she quickly hid behind a billboard for a prosthetic limb.

Two people came in, a man and a woman. They were dressed in maintenance workers' clothes. The man had tools in his hands, and the woman obviously had a Western face. In her hand, she held a finished sign that read:

[The surgical branch is under overall maintenance, please do not enter.]

After placing the sign, they walked inside. "There's no one there," the man said, looking around.

Qiuli frowned slightly. The man worked as a housekeeper and his nickname among the players was: Yushan Lunjin. He did say before that he had a companion. Why did he come here?

The woman breathed a sigh of relief and said: "This copy is too dangerous. The earthquake yesterday morning was really fatal. I was not sure that I was still alive until this morning."

Bianzi sneered: "Jessica, you don't think you are lucky, do you? You are indeed dead, but you were just resurrected. This copy has been reset."

"Bian Ziyong, how did you know?" Jessica looked shocked.

"I have a device. You know, it will record all my physical conditions. From yesterday to early this morning, my heartbeat record was 0. The memory will be falsified, but the data will not."

Jessica's expression was dazed for a moment, "No wonder the game suddenly gave us two days. Our main task is to find the boss in this dungeon. Could it be that the boss doesn't want to play with us anymore?"

"Now I am sure that Mayor Jin is not the boss, and neither is James. Then the only clue is this hospital, hum! This game has gone in a big circle."

"From the beginning, I gave the Champs Elysees as the only clue to lead us all into the ditch." Bian Ziyong spoke while squatting on the ground and drawing something.
Chapter completed!