If you fail to confess, you will become stronger [Unlimited]

Before entering the game, Qiao Le knew that the 'Sly Domain' was very stubborn, but he didn't expect...to be so stubborn.

It was meal time, and most of the people in the hospital were eating in the cafeteria. Due to the commotion just now, everyone's eyes were focused on, and now... the system asked him to confess! ! !

Execution in public, nothing more than that.

The boy was standing on the dining table, his pale face was full of entanglements, he didn't even notice when the dean came to the side, he didn't raise his head until the other party made a sound.

He heard the dean ask again: "What's going on?"

"That's it, the patient is disobedient, I'll teach you a lesson." The big man subconsciously took two steps back, feeling guilty, but when he lowered his head, the rest of the players were still looking at him, with excess self-esteem popping out, stalking He choked a few words on his neck.

Players: "..." What a stupid rookie.

Qiao Le really wanted to applaud him.

Such a waste who is not afraid of death is really quite rare.

When the dean heard the provocation, he didn't get angry. After a few reproaches, he lightly wrote: "...As punishment, you will be in charge of the night watch tonight."

As soon as the words fell, the players all turned pale.

In horror movies, the hospital has always been a high-risk area where ghosts frequently appear. It is very scary during the day, but now they have to go to watch at night, which is no different from sending them to death.

The big man obviously understands this too.

He suppressed his fear: "Dean, the night watch doctor has already been appointed, it's not good to change it temporarily, we have to follow the rules. Besides, the patient stabbed me with a fork first, and he should be punished if he wants to be punished." .”

Nie Xiong didn't mention Qiao Le who he provoked first.

The patient who had been beaten was still lying on the ground trembling, babbling incomprehensibly, with his greasy hair covering half of his face, like a lunatic beggar.

The Dean glanced down.

In an instant, the patient trembled even more violently.

In the oppressive atmosphere, the dean chuckled lightly. His voice was as viscous as a poisonous snake, causing chills on the back of the neck: "Rules...you are right, then punish this patient to confinement tonight."

call!

The man breathed a sigh of relief, and jumped down from the dining table contentedly, with disdain written all over his face.

That's it?

What copy is difficult?High death rate?It turned out that he escaped the danger without saying a few words.Nie Xiong looked back at the pretty boy on the table with disdain, raised his right hand and made a gesture of cutting his neck.

He said silently: "You wait."

Most of the things on the table fell off, leaving only a few small things and the grease stains from the fallen meals.Qiao Le bent down and picked up a fork. The head of the fork seemed to be sharpened with something.

The boy's fingers were white and slender, with a thin layer of calluses on the pads.

He raised his head, smiled at the man, and said silently, "Trash."

The silver fork was like a bolt of lightning in the dark night, with an airflow going straight across the back of the man's neck, and crashing heavily into the wall behind him, leaving only the thin handle trembling in the air.

A slender opening opened in the fragile flesh, and the pain was long overdue, and bright red blood flowed out.

The man stood where he was, dumbstruck.

"Yes! Full marks!" The young man cheered and clapped for himself. In the silent cafeteria, he was like a raging fire, almost burning people's souls.

"you--"

"Huh?" He made a breathy sound from his mouth, "Do you want to do it again?"

The man's face turned green and pale for a while, and after saying "I don't know as well as you", he ran out of the cafeteria in a panic.

The rest of the players mingled with the NPC and ran to look at the fork on the wall. The fork sank into the wall by a full three centimeters. After pulling it out with force, four small holes were left on the off-white wall.

Is this something people can do?

The players gasped and looked at Qiao Le in awe.

Qiao Le held his head high, extremely proud.

He nimbly jumped down from the table, accompanied by the beeping sound of the system: [According to setting three, the host is asked to confess to the dean. 】

【…】

[Please tell the host. 】

The boy was like a frost-beaten eggplant, which suddenly withered.He bargained with the system: [There are too many people here, I will confess after I get out, is that okay? 】

The system said sternly and selflessly: [No. 】

【…】

【The host please follow the settings. 】

Qiao Le can speak out against the hot chicken players with confidence, but when he confesses to a stranger he just met, the young boy with amnesia just thinks about it, and his face turns red.

He was already beautiful, with superior facial features and no aggressiveness, but now his face was flushed, like a ripe peach, tempting to pick.

The dean in white stood in front of the young man, his eyes were deep and dark, sliding down inch by inch along the side of his face.

The neckline of the hospital gown is loose, and the delicate collarbone can be clearly seen.

The boy lowered his head, he was brewing his feelings, and he didn't notice the gaze from above.

The system encouraged: [Host, come on, think about your abilities, sooner or later you will go through this step, it is better than death. 】

Qiao Le: […]

Everyone understands the truth, forget it, it's just a confession, not a marriage.

Doing a good job of building up his mind, the young man pursed his dry lips, and said in a soft voice: "Dean, I really like it..." After a pause, he added superfluously, "Your face."

The dean is handsome and elegant, there is nothing wrong with his words.

"Only the face?"

"..." Qiao Le wanted to confess his failure, but he was not successful. He nodded immediately after hearing this, fearing that he would not be rejected, and emphasized again, "I only like the face of the dean."

The dean chuckled, neither agreeing nor refusing.

Qiao Le didn't know how to calculate this, and called the system in his mind: [001.]

[The confessed person did not agree for 30 seconds, and refused by default. Congratulations to the host for failing to confess, and getting a skill point. 】The system applauds, 【Host, as long as you take the first step, the rest will be easy. 】

This is true.

Qiao Le nodded silently, eager to brush up his skill points again.

It's a pity that before he could speak, he heard the man say: "You dropped all the tableware, are you full just now?"

His attention was diverted, and the boy subconsciously replied: "It's okay."

"I have a lot of snacks in my office, all of which you love." The man stretched out his hand and rubbed the boy's head. He lowered his eyes and said in a tone that was almost assured, "The man who bullies you will soon be gone." will disappear."

The topic jumped too fast, Qiao Le didn't react.

After walking out of the cafeteria, he discussed with the system in his mind: [The man the dean mentioned, do you mean the garbage who wants to grab my meatballs? 】

【may be……】

[The ghosts and ghosts in the game dungeon have a regular pattern of killing. 】Qiao Le thought about the strategy he found in the Paradise Forum, 【The dean took a step back after hearing the rules from the players, and changed his mind. Could it be that he was afraid that the players would run away at night? 】

[I will know in the daytime. 】

【Right. 】

The hospital has been around for some years, and the wall skin in the corner has peeled off, revealing the mottled interior.

When Qiao Le was walking, he glanced at the calendar on the wall.

1997 8 Month 11 Day.

Monday.

Qiao Le lived in 2298, a difference of 1997 years from 301.

The dean's office is on the seventh floor. The elevator is pulled up by the traction rope. When it stops, there will be a slight sense of dizziness. The whole building has eight floors, which is not too high.

Qiao Le wanted to know more information, and chatted with the system again: 【Which floor do I live on? 】

[Eighth floor. 】

[Is the top floor the patients' ward? 】

【no. ] The system added, [there is only one room on the top floor, and you live alone. The dean used to live on the eighth floor, and you moved to the seventh floor after you came. 】

Jole is a little confused.

[Aren't I deeply loved by the dean?If so, why did he move away. 】

[Things related to dungeons need to be explored by players themselves. ] The system couldn't say much, and instead said: [The host just got the skill points, which aspect do you want to add? 】

【Let me see the ability first. 】

Qiao Le didn't break the casserole to ask the end, and excitedly explored the abilities. With a thought in his mind, a virtual screen very similar to the game page appeared in front of him.

My Q-version cartoon image appears in the upper left corner, next to various data.

[Host: Qiao Le.

Sex: Male.

Age: eighteen. (21 years old playing the role)

Health: 25/100.

(Obviously, there's something wrong with your body.)

Soul power value: 10000/100.

(A strong soul will only burden the body more.)

Stamina: 20/100.

(You are not suitable for long battles, and your scarce stamina will make your stamina lower.)

Agility: 80/100.

(You're as nimble as a cat.)

Charm: 90/100.

(You have excellent looks and temperament.)

Luck: 50/100.

(You are well versed in the golden mean.)]

Xu Le looked at it carefully from the beginning to the end. His stamina value was the lowest, but his life value was not very good either. It was probably because of the surgery, and he occasionally felt chest pain.

[Add to the life value. 】

【OK. 】

The life value on the virtual page flickered, from 25 to 26, probably because the points were too few, Qiao Le didn't feel anything special.

Unknowingly, the dean's office arrived.

The man opened the door first, with a smile on his lips, and said gently and gentlemanly: "Please come in."

The door was an ordinary wooden door, and since the lights were not turned on and the curtains were drawn, the whole office looked dark and cramped, inexplicably depressing.Qiao Le suddenly realized that he followed a man who was most likely to be the boss to the opponent's territory.

Well, it seems a little dangerous.

The young man swallowed his saliva, with a mischievous smile on his face, he took two steps back indistinctly: "Dean, I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do, so I won't eat. Goodbye."

Without waiting for the other party to stay, he hurriedly ran outside.

The man stood by the door, watched his back until it disappeared from sight, and then returned to the office with some regret.

The day in the mental hospital passed quickly. On the first day when he entered the game, Qiao Le was still exploring and did not make any major moves. The same was true for the group of players, none of whom wanted to die.

The sky darkened very early, around 05:30, it was pitch black outside.

Qiao Le was lying on the soft bed, looking at the sky through the window, inexplicably depressed in the starless and moonless night.He picked up a book from the bedside, a very old fairy tale.

The dragon took the princess away, and the prince took the sword and vowed to save the princess.

Halfway through the story, Qiao Le's head suddenly became dizzy, the objects in front of him were distorted into weird shapes, countless mottled light spots were flying in the sky, and colorful small mushrooms grew on the floor, clusters of them, extremely beautiful up.

The sound of the system is faintly visible.

[Setting [-]: You suffer from severe paranoia and often experience hallucinations. 】

Between illusion and reality, the teenager heard the sound of a window being knocked on.He followed the sound and saw a man standing outside the window whose face he couldn't see clearly, and said politely, "May I come in, please?"

Qiao Le who lives on the eighth floor: "??!!!"