"Don't worry, the ability to fake death may not be of much use in hospital scripts."
"Let's try another 'paper manipulator' ability."
"I can control the paper man, go to some dangerous places, and maybe get more information."
Thinking of this, Wang Hao put on the helmet again with a try mentality.
[The scenario you entered is "The Incredible Hospital", and your current game points are 10100.]
More money brings a sense of security!
The game will start in that same office. After a few minutes, the office director will come over and chat with the dean, wanting to build a new building.
Wang Hao also ran out, chatted for a few words, and suddenly asked: "Director, Building 3 has a long history, right?"
"Yes, that was the tallest building in our city more than 40 years ago. Now it has been surpassed by many buildings." The bald director turned his head and said with a smile, "But the recent high-rise buildings have not been approved by the government. Especially
It’s a tall building over 500 meters, which will basically never be built again.”
This regulation is pretty much the same as on Earth.
Once upon a time, people thought that the taller the buildings, the more prosperous the city would be, with all kinds of strange and weird buildings lined up in rows. But in fact, this is just a psychological factor.
Regardless of comfort, ventilation, or fire protection issues, high-rise buildings are no better than shorter houses. In particular, high-rise buildings may cause foundation sinking problems... so they are no longer approved now.
After the drama between the two ended, Wang Hao picked up ordinary scissors and started cutting paper.
Soon, a vivid paper man appeared in his hand.
After drawing round eyes, a line of prompts popped up.
[You made a paper man. Quality: inferior.]
[You can now control the paper man with your mental power. The power of the paper man is determined by the material of the paper and your mental power.]
Wang Hao tried it a little bit, and found that this control method was like having a small clone, and it was not too complicated.
Under the influence of mental power, the paper man stood up crookedly. A breeze blew by, and the paper man suddenly floated in the air, losing control.
"An ordinary piece of A4 paper consumes about 0.1 points of mental power every second. I have 5,000 points of mental power and can last for more than 10 hours. It is definitely enough."
However, once this paper figure gets soaked or blown away by the wind, it will become impossible to control...
"It still needs to be reinforced a little bit."
Wang Hao found some wire, added some pieces of oily paper, and made a new paper figurine.
Many things in the game were simplified. After about 15 minutes, an oily paper man with a wire as a skeleton was ready.
Whether it is a door crack or a vent, you can get into it, and your flexibility is fully guaranteed.
"The mental power consumed has increased, 0.5 per second. You can bear it."
In fact, this ability is quite practical. As long as there is a strong enough paper man, it can be used as a means to resist weird things...
Of course, this kind of "powerful" paper man requires a lot of rare materials and various research supports. If you want to make it like the Utopia Village, you may have to try a lot.
The paper man's field of vision is naturally not as good as that of humans, with a black and white picture and some pixels.
"It looks like a robot..."
With this paper figure in hand, he first rummaged through the archives and looked up information about Building 3.
[Please do not take materials out of the archives at will.]
This is the only label on the wall.
After searching for a long time, all the information in Building 3 was destroyed by someone.
Wang Hao was not discouraged and searched again.
This time, I actually found a dusty notebook in a hidden drawer.
"What is this... a diary? I didn't find this thing in my last reincarnation."
He gently opened the diary, and it seemed as if a product called "history" emerged from the notebook.
[You found an important clue, ‘my’ diary. 】
"June 20th, the weather is sunny."
"I am the director of the archives of this hospital. I have worked here conscientiously for many, many years."
"My name is Zhou Jieran, but I always feel very strange... When I look at myself in the mirror, I often wonder, am I really called Zhou Haoran?"
"The memory reminds me that I have been working in this hospital for twenty years."
"Last week, I measured my bone age. I am only twenty-four years old. Did I work here when I was four years old? Although the bone age data is not very accurate, people in their forties
Is it strange that I have a bone age of twenty-four years old? Am I gifted and will not age? "
"Just today, I saw a young and mature patient in the hospital. Although he is only a teenager, judging from his appearance, he is almost 30 or 40 years old."
"I thought about myself, is it the same? I thought about some possibilities, and I was very scared, but I couldn't record it anymore."
(There are a lot of underlines. The writer may have realized something and crossed them out directly.)
It turns out that "my" name is Zhou Haoran?
Wang Hao's eyebrows twitched twice and he looked at his work nameplate, which was indeed called "Zhou Haoran".
"June 21st, the weather was fine."
"I found that there is no surveillance in our hospital, and the specific photos of people are vague. This is actually not surprising... In our world, how should I put it, sometimes not knowing is a blessing. We carefully follow the established rules.
We know the rules and it has been twenty or thirty years in a flash?"
"It is impossible for me to marry and have children. Although children may be safe, being born in such a world is undoubtedly a kind of torture. (Cross out a lot of text) I am a person who likes ancient poetry. I seem to have thought,
Be a historian?"
There are a lot of nonsense descriptions about life and emotions. This guy seems to be under great mental stress, and he keeps reading in his diary.
Wang Hao was also a little confused.
Theoretically, this "incarnation" does not have its own thoughts and actions, so it should not have an overly complicated character background, let alone write a diary.
So the owner of this diary is someone else?
"I am the director of the archives, and I am also the successor... Some mysterious force placed me in this job? The owner of this diary cannot be... dead."
Wang Hao's expression was a little uncertain. As clues were uncovered, Qingtian Hospital became increasingly weird.
"June 22nd, the weather was sunny."
"When I was sorting out the files, I observed that there was almost no turnover among the hospital's staff. Everyone came to work and got off work on time every day, and no one asked for leave. It was really amazing. Everyone praised the work in the hospital.
Atmosphere, working with enthusiasm, saving lives and healing patients are our code of conduct.”
"There are more and more compliments from the outside world."
"But I thought of a terrible possibility... This obscure truth is too terrifying."
"The rules of the past may be wrong, but no, I have to pursue the truth. Even if I may die because of it... (a lot of black graffiti)"
Two days skipped in the middle of the diary.
But the next paragraph in the diary made Wang Hao terrified, sweating profusely, and getting goosebumps all over his body.
"June 25th, the weather is sunny."
"I spent two days in panic, and I was ready to commit suicide."
The text below is written with a red marker.
"My name is Zhou Haoran. I am 45 years old. In order to find the truth, I am ready to commit suicide! I am not committing suicide out of despair, I am just pursuing the truth!"
"Please pay attention, I! I have absolute determination and perseverance to complete this operation!"
"I am about to be injected with cyanide that can kill 10,000 elephants. It is impossible to survive. I will die in just one second! Please believe that I will kill myself!"
"My name is Zhou Haoran, I am 45 years old, 1.72 meters tall, and look mature!"
"My name is Zhou Haoran, I am 45 years old, 1.72 meters tall and look mature!!!"
