Human dimension reduction

Qiao Zhou looked at the pixel doctor in front of him, and the inquiry in his eyes was straightforward and undisguised. Zhao Pinde didn't notice it at first, but then he was stared at by the eyes and sweated down his back.

He has seen this look countless times in his colleagues in the medical industry. When they hold a scalpel and cut through the skin of a white mouse layer by layer, they have this look in their eyes—absolute calmness and extreme sharpness , what they saw was not a certain living body, but a disease, an organ...

In short, it is not "life" in the general sense.

But now, the way Qiao Zhou looked at him was like this.

When the young man looked at him just a moment ago, he was still gentle and gentle, with gentle and sincere eyes, with a little bit of innocence and devotion like a visionary, and the unique calmness of a science and engineering practitioner.

Now, that kind of tenderness and sincerity completely disappeared from his eyes, and a certain sharp and crazy desire to explore infinitely magnified, making him appear to be indescribably terrifying.

——Why is there such a change?

Zhao Pinde subconsciously began to search for everything that happened after he entered the door just now, his memory was rewound and pulled back, and finally highlighted the fluorescent green on the only sentence that Qiao Zhou uttered.

"Doctor, you have become a pixel villain."

What does it mean?

Was it Qiao Zhou's hallucinations again?Or is there a deeper meaning?

Zhao Pinde is still trying to mobilize what he has learned to understand the patient's words, but another force is dragging his consciousness, sinking into the boundless darkness...

Qiao Zhou sat there, watching the pixel doctor in front of him twitch a few times as if his movements were stuck. Chaihuo's arm suddenly loosened, and the writing board clamped under his arm fell to the ground with a "clack", and the metal clip and tiles were knocked out. There was a crisp sound.

The surroundings became extremely quiet and dark in an instant, and the whole hospital seemed to be swallowed by a huge monster. The fragrance of flowers and whispering human voices were all swallowed up. This change is only an instant.

——In the dark, some kind of indescribable mutation has been completed, like opening a new scene, or coming to an indescribable foreign land.

Following his intuition, Qiao Zhou glanced back, and through the high window, the black hole that was at the gate just now had disappeared.

Is it gone, or has it swallowed up the entire hospital?

After the pixel doctor faltered briefly as if disconnected, he seemed to be connected to the signal again, and his movements became smooth.

He looked down at himself, adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose with some awkwardness, reached out and habitually fished in the pocket of his white coat, as if he was about to take out something, but found nothing, and then noticed A tablet that fell on the floor.

"Ah... sorry."

The red lines on Doctor Pixel's face curled up, showing a "smile" expression. He apologized to Qiao Zhou, the only audience in front of him, and bent down to pick up the writing board. As he straightened up, Qiao Zhou's eyes The world here has changed again.

As if hot butter melted, the room in his eyes made of pixel squares was washed away like water. The pixel squares were covered and distorted by another square. The pink and white squares turned into mottled colors and faded into white. Rapidly improving, the original consultation room was covered by realistic high-definition, and turned into a room that Qiao Zhou had never seen before. It was similar to some kind of room decoration game.

The walls are painted an eye-catching white, the lower part is dark green, and there are spots where the paint has not been properly painted. The uniquely shaped lamps on the wall have become an old fluorescent tube. The delicate and beautiful desk is covered by a simple wooden Instead of a table, there is a line of the name of the furniture factory written in square red paint on the back of the table.

With just a few bends, the warm consultation room has degenerated from a pixelated version to a shabby hospital template at the beginning of the last century, no different from the hospitals seen in the TV dramas of the Republic of China.

Qiao Zhou watched the earth-shaking changes calmly, even the sofa under his buttocks turned into a hard wooden chair, but he maintained a calm expression from the beginning to the end, as calm as if a Buddha was alive, but he just followed suit appropriately. Adjust the center of gravity according to the height from the sofa to the chair.

The doctor who lowered his head and picked up a clipboard straightened up, the crude pixel style disappeared, and the normal limbs, facial features, and clothes, if it weren't for the expression on his face that was out of place with before, even Qiao Zhou would doubt this doctor Did someone change——

Ah, maybe.

After all, the action he held up his glasses to take out things just now is really not like the pixel doctor himself, but rather like some monster got into this skin and tried to show a human appearance.

Qiao Zhou, who never remembered the name of his attending doctor, naturally named Zhao Pingde "Pixel Doctor", and then ruthlessly threw him into a small corner of his memory, and began to observe this new doctor who belonged to him .

Make it your own, new doctor.

He likes that adjective.

The new doctor flipped through the clipboard in his hand—at this moment, his movements were very skillful and natural again, and Qiao Zhou added a note in his mind: he knows how to use the clipboard proficiently, and he seems to be a sensible person.

In addition to the apology that the new doctor uttered before, Qiao Zhou added again: He is still a very polite person and should be well educated.

"Qiao...Mr. Zhou, right? I'm your attending doctor Stadler. It's a pleasure meeting you. I'll be in charge of your treatment in the future. I hope we can cooperate happily."

He said, blinking his right eye at Qiao Zhou lively, with a relaxed and cheerful tone.

When he said this, he and Qiao Zhou ignored the badge with the words "Zhao Pinde" still hanging on the chest of the white coat.

One didn't notice, and the other didn't care at all.

Stadler...has a German surname, no wonder there is always a subtle sense of disobedience when hearing him speak Chinese, and his movements are a bit unnecessary exaggerated.

Coupled with the appearance of Chinese people with black hair and black eyes, I always feel very uncomfortable.

Qiao Zhou patiently listened to the new doctor's words, and nodded cooperatively: "Dr. Stadler, hello."

He is actually quite happy now. Before, he could always see those transfiguration scenes, which made him have to fix his own problems. This time, it is not his problem. It is obviously something wrong with this world.

——It’s not me who’s wrong, it’s the world!

"Stade" said happily: "Ah, I just came to Huaxia not long ago, you know, people here reject foreigners like me, and there are a few patients who asked to be replaced by Huaxia doctors to take care of them... But let me tell you , your research on mental illness in China is really...too backward."

He complained a few words, and Qiao Zhou noticed that he used the somewhat old term "foreigner" in his words. After the establishment of the new Chinese political system, except for the extremely isolated countryside, there is no place where the term "foreigner" is used. .

"Dr. Stadler, I remembered that I have some things that I haven't explained to my family. Is there a working phone here?"

Qiao Zhou asked naturally.

"Staide" raised his eyes and stared at Qiao Zhou for a few seconds, and there was something creepy flowing in his dark pupils.

After a while, he said softly: "Unfortunately, dear Joe, the external communication in the hospital is not open to patients, but there will be family visit time every month, or can you ask me to make a call for you?"

His gaze was still so dim, so Qiao Zhou calmly changed his tone: "...It's actually not an important matter, we can talk about it next time."

After hearing this, "Stade" regained that unnatural enthusiasm, seemed to have forgotten the conversation in an instant, and waved to Qiao Zhou: "Come on, let me show you your room, nurse The ladies will help you make your beds every day, I guarantee you will have a good living experience here."

His tone suddenly became sweet and oily, like damp water plants slowly swimming in the cold and dark waters, waiting to wrap around the ankles of a dying person.

It's a pity that Qiao Zhou doesn't have the string of "fear" in his mind at all. In his cognition, Earth Online is a large-scale real-life interactive comprehensive game. There may be various small plug-ins such as farming infrastructure role-playing, but based on The unified laws of physics make it absolutely impossible to have horror and supernatural elements. If you insist on adding such elements...

That can only show that the game is over-molded again.

Mold piercing is not a normal procedure at all, and it will be corrected in the later stage of debugging, and the impact caused by mold piercing will be reset to the original point. If this is the case, what is there to be afraid of?Anyway, if you die, it will be reset.

Qiao Zhou, who believes in rules and procedures, doesn't think there is anything terrible about "Stade". In his opinion, this new hospital is at best a small copy of Earth Online, so Qiao Zhou entered the new player like a friend. According to the identity of the patient, thank you cooperatively according to the personality of the patient.

"Stade" pushed open the door: "You don't have to be so polite, we will spend a long time together in the future."

When he said this, his lips rolled up strangely, Qiao Zhou saw this weird smile through the reflective glass window over his shoulder, and looked away as if nothing had happened.

The corridor outside the door is not the beautiful walkway of the semi-open glass sky dome before. The shrub flowerpots on both sides disappeared without a trace, and the glass ceiling was replaced by a low and depressing white paint ceiling. There was a cold light, and there was a dark green plastic chair next to the aisle where the two walked side by side, and a piece of snow-white cloth similar to a white coat was exposed in the iron trash can, with dark red and dry marks on it.

Qiao Zhou didn't bother to think about whether it was blood or paint. If the hospital-themed game wasn't a heartwarming emergency room story, it would be a horror theme.

Horror games have never been stingy with blood in this kind of place, anyway, it's just a few lines of code.

The corridor was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant, and the lingering smell of blood lingered in his nose like a bone necrosis. Qiao Zhou followed Stadler one step away, and looked up generously. The environment, objectively and unceremoniously evaluated: "The conditions here are a bit poor."

Stadler was not angry, but smiled wryly: "Mr. Qiao, this was originally a military hospital. It has been in use for more than 20 years. When the director moved here, he wanted to renovate it, but the patients kept coming in, and the medical pressure was very high. We don't have enough manpower, so we can only delay these things again and again..."

"However, Mr. Qiao, I can assure you that in China in [-], you would never find a more professional and excellent mental asylum than here. Our nurses all have relevant professional qualification certificates, and each of our doctors has With rich experience, our dean is also a medical genius who became famous at a young age in Europe, believe me, you are absolutely right to come here.”

Stadler's tone was full of pride and confidence. It could be seen that he was quite proud of this poorhouse.

[-].

Qiao Zhou didn't pay attention to his emotional introduction, and only grasped one of the key words.

In Stadler's eyes, is it [-]?

The equipment and decoration of this hospital are indeed in line with the style of the end of the nineteenth century, and some of Stadler's words also have traces unique to the era.

So this dungeon is dated to [-]?Qiao Zhou drew a circle for this time in his mind, and the two of them stepped on the painted floor with a dull sound.

When passing by a glass-covered bulletin board, Qiao Zhou turned his head and took a look. The large newspaper that had been pasted on it was wetted by some kind of dark liquid and turned dark brown, and most of the words could not be distinguished. However, the words engraved on a metal seal in the corner are still clearly legible, and the words engraved here are usually the name of the hospital.

Qiao Zhou glanced at it casually, and quickly looked away, but his brows were slightly frowned.

German-Chinese Friendship Spirit Asylum, [-].

Why is this name so familiar...

Qiao Zhou is not a person who likes to care about current affairs and news. His basic understanding of medical buildings is that every city has a people's hospital. He doesn't even know where the community hospital near his home is. The rest of his knowledge about hospitals comes from terror. The hospital template in the game——

Horror game, hospital template?

Qiao Zhou looked up suddenly, he remembered where he had seen the name of this hospital.

A year ago, a niche horror game exploded in the circle. The player played the role of a girl who lost her memory at the beginning and woke up in an abandoned hospital. The girl once went through the history of the hospital when she was looking for the story background of the hospital. The hospital was not abandoned more than 100 years ago. The name is De-Hua Friendship Spirit Relief House.

The relief home was abandoned for some reason after it was opened for more than 20 years. It was bought by private individuals to expand and rebuild a sanatorium. However, after the sanatorium was built, strange things happened frequently and it had to be abandoned again. The location of the heroine is the No. The inpatient department and office building of the Friendship Spirit Asylum.

The horror game called "Building No. [-]" became an instant hit. Qiao Zhou is not interested in horror games, but he has played it a few times due to his professional relationship, so he knows that this game is also called "One Hundred Kinds of Iron Girls" death".

One hundred ways to die...

Qiao Zhou recalled his game records, nodded, and gave a very pertinent evaluation.