"I'm not sick." The Scar player tried to calm down, but his eyes were shaking uncontrollably, and he kept wandering over the wounds on his body. Every time he saw a bleeding wound, the fear in his eyes deepened.
In this dungeon, the things imagined by players often become visible to the naked eye, so Xu Huo can also see the details of his hallucinations after being affected by the "Whispering Ball", so he can also hear the constant dripping of blood.
Voice.
In order to make the effect more realistic, he added two buckets and a clock next to it. The clock was placed on the desk facing the scar player, and he placed it under his wrist to catch the blood. There was water in the bucket, and the ticking sound would be
enlarge.
The Scar player gritted his teeth, watching the stopwatch turn for a while, and watching the water in the bucket being dyed red. His mental state became increasingly unstable.
Xu Huo stood up and walked to his desk, "It is said that a very famous medical doctor abroad once conducted an experiment."
"Select a death row prisoner, blindfold him, simulate the motion of a blade on his wrist, then place a bucket dripping water next to him, tell him he is bleeding, and slow down the water flow as time goes by.
speed, causing the illusion that blood flow has slowed down due to excessive blood loss.”
"After a period of time, the death row prisoner's breathing and heartbeat gradually slowed down and finally stopped."
"When the doctor went to check again, he found that the prisoner was really dead. It was said that he died of stress reaction."
He leaned on the table, stretched out his hand to move the minute hand of the clock back a little, and said: "The authenticity of this experiment cannot be verified, but medicine pursues the limit. I have always been interested in this experiment. I want to know whether people are
I will really be scared to death.”
A fruit knife slipped out of his sleeve and slashed his wrist in front of the scar player.
Feeling the pain and seeing the blood flowing out, the scarred player stared blankly, "What do you want to do?!"
Xu Huo dropped the knife casually, took a long towel from the drawer and went around behind him, covered his eyes, and said, "Do you remember where I turned the minute hand just now?"
"Nine..." The Scar player answered involuntarily.
"Listen carefully to the sound in the bucket. I'll be back in fifteen minutes."
After Xu Huo covered his eyes, he turned and left the room.
Hearing the sound of footsteps and the sound of the door closing, the Scar player struggled in the chair. He roared and cursed, trying desperately to get out of the chair, but as the blood flowed, his movements became smaller and smaller, and his breathing became weaker and weaker.
, and soon he collapsed on the chair.
"What is he doing?" Wen Xuelin was outside the door. Through the glass window, she saw the Scar player sitting on the chair and struggling, her eyes widened in shock, "Is he trapped by the props?"
No one was holding him down or tying him up, so what was he doing blindly on the chair with his eyes closed?
"It's obvious that he got it right." Zheng Liang, who didn't grab the room, glanced at it and said nonchalantly: "A person like him deserves to die."
There were other players wandering in the corridor. Two of them heard their conversation and came over immediately. When they saw that the person inside was the Scar player, they immediately pushed them away to go in and rescue them.
Zheng Liang raised his hand to stop them, "You two, the diagnosis and treatment are not over yet."
Those two people were also cannibal players. In order to show their advantage after everyone lost their personal panels, they could reveal the player numbers behind them. One of them opened his hand, patted his shoulder and said: "Boy, stay out of things that shouldn't be done.
.”
Zheng Liang sneered and didn't talk nonsense to him. He raised his fist and smashed it, knocking the average-sized man-eating player to the ground.
"Pretend to be your grandma in a bear costume, and you think everyone else is a fool! Even in the middle of winter, it's not too cold to show off your arms!"
As soon as the man had a nosebleed, he got up and punched him back.
If Zheng Liang were all players, he might not have the upper hand, but now everyone has become an ordinary person again. He has studied martial arts for two years, and he is not timid in one-on-one with his skills!
The two of them started fighting like this. Another man-eating player next to her stared at Wen Xuelin and pounced on her, trying to bite her. Wen Xuelin screamed in surprise, and when she dodged, she stuffed her cell phone into the opponent's mouth and came again.
Kicked in the crotch, and then quickly hid behind Zheng Liang.
One-on-one is impossible. There are still many players in the corridor. If the cannibal players unite, other ordinary players will naturally join forces. Just when the atmosphere is tense and the fight is about to turn into a group fight, next to them
An office door opened, and a doctor wearing glasses scolded them: "Do you all want to be locked up on the seventh floor?"
Players with serious "illness" were sent to the seventh floor. Players who became ordinary people did not dare to take risks, so they had to make a temporary truce.
"Next." The doctor nodded expressionlessly.
Zheng Liang pushed aside a man-eating player and rushed in, then closed the door triumphantly. The players outside helplessly raised their middle fingers.
Zheng Liang spontaneously walked to the opposite side of the desk and sat down. He looked around the office and said, "Doctor, you have great taste. There are also landscape paintings hanging in the office."
Xu Huo, whose appearance had changed, flipped through the medical records and said, "Your condition has obviously improved after the last treatment."
"Really?" Zheng Liang said quickly: "Then can I be discharged from the hospital today?"
"You can be discharged from the hospital if you pass this test." Xu Huo handed him a form. "You must answer each question carefully. If the result is qualified, your family members can pick you up and leave today."
"No problem!" Zheng Liang slapped his thigh and happily took the form, scrawled down the answers and handed it back, then looked at Xu Huo expectantly.
It's a pity that Xu Huo couldn't let him leave so easily. He frowned and stared at the form for a while, "Do you still remember your good friend Xu Zhi?"
Shock flashed across Zheng Liang's face, and then he calmed down, "Remember, what's wrong?"
"Is he really your best friend?" Xu Huo tapped the form, "He comes to see you once a month, but on this form, you clearly stated that your best friend has passed away.
"
"How is that possible!" Zheng Liang blurted out, "Xu Zhi has been dead for ten years!"
Xu Huo took out a mobile phone from the drawer and said, "This is the mobile phone you handed in when you were admitted to the hospital. Open it and take a look."
Zheng Liang grabbed it and successfully opened the photo album according to his mobile phone password. Then he saw photos of himself and Xu Zhi at various times. Xu Zhi had slight changes in the photos over the past ten years. It could be seen that he was getting older, and there were also
There are several photos of them together in the hospital. The earliest one was at the Seventeenth Hospital a year ago.
His face became darker and darker, and finally he simply threw the phone back, "I will only tell you what I remember. Just think that I am mentally ill. I will not leave this hospital today!"
After saying this, he was about to leave, but Xu Huo said behind him: "You have a meeting this afternoon. Your parents and Xu Zhi are both coming."