Human dimension reduction

Seeing that Qiao Zhou was really about to go out, Wang Zhun realized that he was really not joking.

This is either a real genius or a fool with no roots!

Wang Zhun didn't have time to hesitate, Qiao Zhou had already grasped the doorknob, he lifted the quilt, jumped off the bed and rushed over: "Brother! Brother Qiao! Take me, take me! Don't leave me alone ah!"

It doesn't matter, it's better to be with a companion than to be alone with something who doesn't know what it is!

Qiao Zhou looked down at him, then at the delirious middle-aged man on the hospital bed, and wanted to say that he felt that this place was actually quite safe, but since the player took the initiative to participate in the game...

Qiao Zhou thought for a while, maybe this Mr. Yang also wants to push the exploration speed?

"Okay, then I'll look for the third floor and the upper floor, and you look for the downstairs, and meet up in the ward before dark."

Qiao Zhou quickly divided the territory.

Wang Zhun was dumbfounded again, what, why did he still split up after he said it so clearly?In horror games, if you are alone, you are dead, don't you know, big brother? !

Perhaps it was because Qiao Zhou's eyes were too taken for granted, with a taste of "anyone can do it, can't you?" Wang Zhun just felt his blood burning, and without thinking about it, he said loudly, "Okay! Goodbye, Brother Qiao! "

Qiao Zhou then showed him a social smile and waved his hand: "Goodbye, Xiao Yang."

When Qiao Zhou walked out of the corner, Wang Zhun's bloody head calmed down, his eyes froze, Xiao Yang?Who is Xiao Yang?

... The boss didn't remember his name at all, did he?

Not to mention how terrified and regretful Wang Zhun was behind him, Qiao Zhou walked briskly all the way, scanning the mottled and peeling corridors neatly and silently. Flickering.

The doors of the wards on both sides are tightly closed, but this old-fashioned ward door has a one-foot-square transparent glass, and you can see the inside from the outside, but the glass is gray. In order to save time, Qiao Zhou I had to dig out a relatively clean white coat from the trash can and take it with me as a rag.

Looking at several wards, most of the patients inside are like the middle-aged man in 312, lying straight on the hospital bed and looking at the ceiling, while a few are wearing restraints, writhing wildly on the hospital bed like wild beasts losing their minds, unable to feel As if feeling pain, he bent his joints out of strange angles, and let out disorderly crying, laughing and screaming.

Looking all the way, Qiao Zhou didn't find anything worth noting. He didn't pass the TE and HE of "Building No. 100", so he didn't know how to escape from the poorhouse. In the almshouse many years ago, it was uncertain whether the clues for customs clearance were the same, so Qiao Zhou didn't think much about the plot of the game at all, but just flipped through the map of the building in his mind.

No matter how it changes, the layout of the relief home is still the same. The first floor is the consultation room and logistics office, the second floor is the ward for mild patients, the third floor is the ward for mild patients and children, and the fourth floor is the ward for severe patients and treatment rooms. The fifth floor is the dean's office and operating room, and each floor has a corresponding nurse's desk and doctor's duty room.

Further forward is the children's ward. The heroine once found the key to open the doctor's duty room in it, and started a frantic chase with the head nurse Marianne here. He thought it would be impossible for him to find the key. As for the head nurse Marianne , he didn't want to bump into him at all.

The strict nurse whose catchphrase is "Patients who walk out of the ward without permission should wear a straitjacket" likes to volley off the player's head and stuff it into the trash can. Can you meet it, of course...

"Da da da……"

The sound of high-heeled shoes hitting the floor clearly echoed in the empty corridor, saying Cao Cao, Cao Cao, this is too bad luck... Qiao Zhou frowned, flicked his tongue in his mouth, and began to quickly scan around.

This is the corner of the corridor. There are only a few plastic chairs. The ward is more than ten meters away. The water-soaked floor can easily amplify the sound of footsteps. Shi's white coat, and a thin steel pipe about one meter long that was broken from an abandoned flat bed just now—the kind with rusty spots, which can be twisted in half with a single fold, Qiao Zhou used it to sort out the garbage.

It looks like an inescapable situation.

Qiao Zhou calmly put aside the sound of approaching footsteps, and began to frantically recall the details of "Building No. [-]". This time, what he was thinking about was not the clues, but every ghost that appeared in it.

There is a drowned woman in the washroom on the first floor, and a male ghost hanged himself in it in the consulting room; on the second floor, a chainsaw nurse patrols the corridor, the office is owned by a ghost doctor, and there are patient ghosts wandering in the ward; on the third floor It is the world of the head nurse Marianne, and there are a few ghosts of children; the fourth floor is a paradise for lunatics; the fifth floor is the office of Dean Vincent. The tail appears in the form of shadows. From the few words of the ghosts, it can be known that this is a young medical genius with a disabled leg who is always on crutches, and rarely walks down the fifth floor.

Qiao Zhou's eyes suddenly lit up, a crazy idea occupied his brain, and then he emptied out everything else with extremely tyrannical force - what's the point of being a player who is controlled by others in the game, it's better to be a player who plays with others npc ah!

Qiao Zhou licked his dry lips and couldn't help showing an excited smile. The crisis made his adrenaline secrete wildly, but reason suppressed him from laughing out loud on the spot.

When Marianne was about to turn around the corridor, she suddenly felt that something was wrong. She stopped and smelled it lightly. In the damp and musty air, there was a smell of a stranger.

The nurse, who was well-proportioned and even gentle, had a serious face, her black pupils suddenly enlarged and shrunk like a cold-blooded animal, she opened her mouth wide, greedily absorbing the strange breath free in the air, her scarlet tongue trembled, and uttered intermittently. The raving: "The patient... came out... The disobedient patient- came out!"

The sound of high heels trampling on the ground suddenly accelerated, and in the end it turned into a terrifying and dense noise like a rainstorm hitting glass. She ran across the corner of the corridor in just a few seconds, facing the dimly lit corridor. The wards on both sides were tightly closed. The frantic crying and laughing suddenly disappeared when they heard her coming, so the only young man sitting on a plastic chair not far away was particularly eye-catching.

Marianne narrowed her eyes, and the boiling joy cooled down a bit. The other party was wearing a dirty white coat, and her hands were folded on a long stick-shaped body that could not be seen. Standing on the ground, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, he has a sharp and gentle temperament. The dim light hits the side of his face, like an old-fashioned gentleman who has stepped out of an oil painting.

He was so calm and steady, and Marianne couldn't figure out his identity for a while. Could it be that he was her own kind, but even if she was her own kind, don't blame her for being cruel and merciless if she rashly stepped into other people's hunting grounds!

There was no extra warmth between the monsters. Under Marian's increasingly ferocious gaze, the young man stood still, but turned his head slightly, smiled at her, and said in a light and intimate tone: "My respected head nurse Marian , Good day, do today's patients still listen to you?"

His tone is low, with a soft and upturned coda, like maple syrup dripping into clear black tea. His grammar is extremely rigorous, and he stubbornly abides by unnecessary complicated grammar rules, so he doesn't even use intimate terms. There was a kind of polite alienation.

Marianne's face changed, and then changed again. She almost subconsciously stood still when she heard this unique way of greeting, and the instinct imprinted into her body drove her to lower her head so as not to meet the young man's gaze.

"Vincent... Your Excellency?"

Marianne murmured.

Why did Dean Vincent appear here?Didn't he seldom go downstairs?Could it be that something went wrong with her work?But she has been managing patients according to the usual practice, and there has been no major mistake?Why on earth...

Marianne racked her brains to recall the details of her work, and her fear of Vincent made her completely give up questioning his identity.

Qiao Zhou maintained a calm smile and carefully looked at the "head nurse" in front of him.

Her movements were very respectful, and her body was a little tense. It was obvious that she respected the person in front of her, but from the subtleties, Qiao Zhou noticed the fear she couldn't hide.

She was afraid of Vincent, very, very afraid. This kind of fear made the head nurse, who was fierce and bloodthirsty a moment ago, instantly become a quiet and well-behaved little white rabbit. Subconscious reflection.

What kind of person is the dean of the poorhouse, Vincent, who can scare the famous head nurse so much?

In "Building No. [-]", the dean will not appear until the end, and he is always presented as a shadow. It can only be seen that this person is slender, with a low ponytail, poor legs and feet, and a walking stick in his right hand. Leisurely and peaceful, he doesn't look like a ghost at all, but as long as he appears, no matter how the heroine tries to save herself, she will die before finding a way to escape.

When the heroine sees him, he will randomly claim that he is a tourist who strayed into this place, an adventure lover who came here to investigate, and an amnesiac like the heroine... In short, the words are innocent and beautiful, because he is a polite gentleman. Pie, it is easy to gain the trust of players.

If the player doesn't believe it, he will sigh and take off the player's head lovingly; if the player believes it and let him follow him, he will happily accompany the player to collect clues, and then when he finds some key clues, he will be debunked After the identity... Reluctantly, he took off the player's head.

Qiao Zhou deeply suspects that the head nurse learned the magical technique of beheading from Vincent, but Vincent's decapitation skill is much more profound, at least there is no bloody horror picture on the screen, coupled with the hands with snow-white gloves in the CG. A strange beauty.

In short, this is a perverted NPC with a wicked taste, a cruel heart and a gentle exterior, cold-blooded and crazy.

On the fifth floor, a delirious critically ill patient could only say the words "crazy Vincent" and "mad doctor" over and over again.

Mad Doctor Vincent is the code name of the head of the almshouse in the player community.

The author has something to say:

Qiao Zhou: As long as I dare to act, you dare not question me.