The last task that follows is to take Chen Xinyi and Xu Zhijun to the funeral parlor next door.
Let them break free from current false memories.
[The main mission is to rescue your characters, Chen Xinyi and Xu Zhijun, from the crisis and let them successfully deliver the message. 】
This task is actually quite simple.
After Wang Hao completed the most difficult step, he was too lazy to bother.
In his conjecture, these two members of the Black Guards were equivalent to the messengers of information, and were responsible for communicating between the "Black Guards" and the local organization "The Abnormal Foundation."
That's why they were thrown into this script.
The confrontation with the Demon God [Void Moon] has just begun.
There must be friendly exchanges between both parties before cooperation is possible.
"Then, as long as we contact the people from the Anomaly Foundation and let them handle this matter, we'll be done."
He copied the letter he had just sent to the dean's office and wrote a new one: "The wind blows and the bell rings. It's a foregone conclusion. Success does not have to be mine. Success must be mine."
This is an acrostic poem.
When the first words are put together, it is: "Feng Ling has succeeded."
And what does it mean...I must be responsible for the success, I'm not kidding.
After successfully solving the puzzle, there is nothing better than the joy of showing off.
"I'm so smart...but are the NPCs in the game really so smart? Although this riddle is pretty easy to guess."
Wang Hao thought about it for a while. In this game script, the characters with names and surnames all have the same intelligence as monsters, the kind of monsters who use mortal bodies to deceive the devil. In order to ensure the quality of the game, the manufacturer may conduct manual review or the like.
The mechanism is such that even the sudden acrostic poem cannot be guessed...
"So be it."
He stood up and came to the door of the logistics team.
I met the logistics team leader again.
"Report the contents of these two letters to your superiors. Then, help me take two people out." Wang Hao didn't waste any time and pointed to the letter he had written straight to the point.
"You...what's written in it? Take two people out? Who should you take?" The logistics team leader immediately became alert, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.
No matter how you look at it, Director Zhou has an incredible sense of weirdness.
"Don't be nervous. There's nothing special. It doesn't matter if you take a second look. However, I hope you will take these two people out. One is the cleaner who is picking up feces there, and the other is the tall man guarding the morgue passage in Building 3.
security guard."
Wang Hao said directly: "Look carefully at their appearance. Observe carefully. Let's not compare DNA and so on. Please observe their appearance carefully. You will definitely find something."
"You should also know where to take them, right. If you can't take them, you may not be able to bear this responsibility."
"I'm not putting pressure on you, but I'm stating a fact. If you don't have an idea, go ask your superiors for instructions. These two people are very important, very important. Don't ask me why I know. Everyone who knows understands, and those who don't understand will never know.
Understand."
Lao Wang directly became the Riddler.
The young logistics team leader was stunned by his heavy tone.
"Ah, young man, he is so good. He was immediately fooled."
Wang Hao sighed, of course, he was not blaming the "Abnormal Foundation". Even if all the black guards traveled here, it would be difficult to do better.
The enemies here are too strong.
The only one who can confront the devil head-on is the devil.
Survival and resistance in this world are too difficult.
In order not to embarrass the young man for too long, he turned around and returned to the office, leaving the last words: "Hurry up and see these two people. I'm leaving first."
His identity is the "Director of the Archives" and he is deeply bound to the hospital, making it impossible to leave.
As soon as he leaves, the hospital will kill him.
As a new generation of "Zhou Haoran", Wang Hao sat at the table and carefully wrote down what he saw and heard, of course, in some obscure way.
[I have completed some investigations that have not been successful in the past...]
[…The methods used by Dr. Fengling are beyond the reach of ordinary people…]
[But I also gave some better suggestions. I suggested to the dean to open an animal department to treat some animal customers. 】
[He may have to bear a lot of pressure to advance this matter...but the new rules will also bring new variables.]
[What’s more, the advancement of animal hospitals is closely related to mirroring. 】
"It's finished."
Looking at everything in the office and the contents in his notebook, Wang Hao felt a little empty and a little irritable!
He himself was a little dissatisfied.
This is the only time in the game script that he did not reach a perfect ending.
There are still many, many difficulties that have not been overcome.
It was a sense of helpless fate.
When human beings face a world-shattering disaster, they can really only be described as helpless. No matter how strong an ant is, it is just an ant. Strength is the last word.
The more I think about it, the angrier I feel!
But I have to admit that the plot of this script is very good, with many hidden character stories - more than one person, facing the Mount Everest that spans in front of him, has advanced a negligible half, and the price he paid is his own death.
.
This cryptic story struck a chord with him.
Wang Hao wrote a few more sentences in his diary to comfort himself: "In fact, there is no need to be depressed..."
"This is the encounter between me and myself, the encounter between the world and the world."
"We are like hourglasses, calculating the order of life and obliterating insignificant data. When everything returns to its original state, the world can prove that we have been here."
Not long after, a prompt popped up on the screen.
[Congratulations, after logical calculation, the main task has been completed! 】
[The evaluation score of the side mission is: 80 points.]
[Current total rating: 180]
[If there is no content you want to add, you can leave the game now. Yes/No]
Are you leaving?
Wang Hao thought for a long time and found that he had nothing to do. He could only sigh in his heart: "Goodbye, this world. I will come again next time!"
"[The Moon of Falsehood] is a bit annoying!"
His figure gradually faded and disappeared into the office.
In just a few seconds, under the influence of some mysterious force, the archives room was covered with a thick layer of dust, as if no one had cleaned it in more than ten years.
This room has been temporarily idle...
Comrade "Zhou Haoran"'s diary was spread out on the table.
There is no next "I" coming to take over.
This may be the last "I".
The silent archives and fragmented diaries bear witness to history and to higher-dimensional games.
The silent war has not stopped yet. New life shines like light, and death falls like night. Human beings issue long questions again and again, and they are dissolved in the heavy land again and again...
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("The Incredible Hospital", end.)
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(ps: This script is finally over, but it really took a lot of effort on my part, so I had to slow down some of the update speed.)
