my cthulhu game

Chapter 117 What is the use of such a big success? !
on the other hand.

In front of Olive's body.

[Todd Medical Appraisal 50/91 success]

"In layman's terms," ​​said Dr. Todd, acting as the coroner, gravely, "it was indeed burned alive. Oh, poor girl, it is a miracle that her face is still intact..."

"Olive Miller," the deputy dean explained the identity of the deceased to the campus police who rushed over, "a third-year student in the Department of Computer Science. I... Police Officer, are you okay?"

Seeing Olive's severely burned body, the young policewoman looked like she was going to vomit.She was the first police officer to rush to the school hospital, and the support staff from the town police station were still on their way.

"Are you all right?" Dr. Todd asked sadly.This honest and honest doctor is very pessimistic about the future of this game: the school is unreliable, the police are unreliable, and more importantly, his teammates are unreliable.

"She...Olive, I know her," the pretty female school police officer finally managed to control herself again, "she was unwilling to receive treatment when she first got depression. At that time, I persuaded her several times Second-rate……"

The policewoman paused: "Later I heard that she returned to school from the nursing home, and I was happy for a while. Poor Olive, may God bless her soul."

This female school police officer was also a native of Arkham, not a few years older than Olive.She thought of her cousin, who had a very good relationship with Olive, and the female school police suspected that they had been together for a long time.God, how to explain to him...

"Ms. Officer, I'm sorry...can I ask a question?" Qin Yixian asked, "I'm sorry. Ian Qin..."

[Ian Qin's Charm Check 1/55 Great Success]

"Mr. Qin..." Seeing the big star talking to herself so humbly, the female school policeman burst into tears, and felt that Qin Yixian in front of her was the most gentle person in the world, "No, no, you can just call me Emily ..."

Unlike the vice president who had a very bad impression on everyone, she had no objection to the group.Compared with the stern-faced vice president, Qin Yixian is a hundred times more amiable.

"Emily. Do you know why Olive suffered from depression? It may be related to the investigation."

"She's so absorbed in her research," replied policewoman Emily, completely oblivious to the reversal of the positions of "police" and "witness."

"Research? Do you know what kind of research it is?" Qin Yixian asked.

"I don't know much about this, but I heard it has something to do with 'Graphic Calculus'," Emily poured out the information she knew, "My cousin is studying in the Department of Mathematics, you know... no, You're not from Arkham, you couldn't possibly know - I mean..."

"Slow down, speak slowly, don't worry." Qin Yixian said gently.

"The Department of Mathematics and the Department of Computer Science have always been cooperating," Emily slowly clarified her memory. "I remember that their project team worked together to develop a very large graphics calculation program - but they have never been able to apply for a supercomputer. Right to use, there was a huge amount of pressure building up throughout the group.”

"Is that so..." Qin Yixian fell into deep thought, "What happened next?"

"They applied, so the pressure was off," Emily said.

Qin Yixian frowned.

The current investigation has reached a point of disagreement.Either continue to search for Chen Qiang, or investigate the case of Olive.This police officer named Emily has a surprisingly good attitude towards herself. Compared with those hired people, she may be more suitable to use as a breakthrough.

Sudden--

Sissi, who didn't know where she went just now, appeared at the door,

"I guess," Maomei leaned lazily on the door frame, "poor Olive got a few new pets after curing her depression, right?"

"Then I don't know." The school police officer Emily said sincerely.

"Pets...is there such a thing..." Hearing that the topic suddenly changed to "the pets of the deceased", the deputy dean who had been silent at the side showed a vigilant look.

"Qin... Ian."

Just when everyone had their own concerns and the atmosphere in the room became more and more tense, Gu Shiyin, who had been engrossed in his mobile phone, suddenly stood up.

"What's the matter? Don't come here, this corpse looks very—" Emily, who regarded Gu Shiyin as a child, said repeatedly.

Gu Shiyin shook his head.

"Ian, come here." She retreated into the corridor.

"What's going on?" Qin Yi Xianzhang Er Monk followed out confusedly.

"Look at this." Gu Shiyin retreated to a blind spot where neither the deputy dean nor Emily could see, and held up her phone.

Ben was flipping through the photo album casually, and she just discovered something unexpected.

"This is..." Qin Yixian's expression froze.

"I was thinking about how to 'send' these photos from the virtual space to the real world," Gu Shiyin explained, "and found this photo."

She zoomed in on the photo of the asylum's facade to highlight one of the building's windows.

"It really is Mr. Chen." Seeing the face in the photo, Qin Yixian's heart sank again.

The hunch was right... When everyone visited, Chen Qiang was still in the madhouse!

Crazy calculations unfolded in Qin Yixian's mind.

If it is "reality", then even if Qin Yixian uses all available interpersonal resources, he must not only rescue his companions, but also solve the truth of the murder case.

But since it is a "game trial", then completing the tasks assigned by the system is the first priority, and everything else is secondary.

The mission statement is to protect Chen Qiang's safety... He must not be allowed to stay in that untrustworthy lunatic asylum for even half a night longer.

Qin Yixian looked back at the vice president who was talking to Emily - this vice president lied with the madhouse, so it's better not to startle the snake for the time being.

First rescue Chen Qiang, and then go back to explore the truth of the murder case.

……

Twelve midnight.

Arkham Asylum, in the bathroom near the cafeteria.

"I think I'm crazy," Chen Qiang murmured, "I will participate in your plan. "The Shawshank Redemption" is a million times more realistic than your plan."

"Why don't you take "Prison Break" as an example?" Master Bigby, who is proficient in everything from American film and television dramas to Huaguo's online literature, asked back.

"When the lifespan of individuals of a race exceeds the average level of their race too much," said Mr. Miguel, the skinny and suspected alien race "Migo", "like you two, they are attracted by entertainment activities. The probability will increase by 25."

"You bloody fungus, just say it when you call us homeless," said Master Bigby, cursing.

"How did the point three come out?" Chen Qiang asked curiously, "Have you Mi Ge studied this?"

"I haven't studied it."

"..."

"I'm not making it up," Mr. Miguel, who is suspected of being a humanoid Migo, is confident. "In the words of you humans, I am not a liberal arts student, but some of my past friends have studied human society. I have read it. Research report, but the decimal point is lost."

"There are too many slots, I don't know where to start..."

(End of this chapter)