The last game?
This sentence seems to be a double entendre, as if saying that all dangers will end at this point, and as if implying that he will die in the final game.
Wen Shi was still carrying a curse, and with less than forty-eight hours left, he might not be able to make it in time if he did two tasks at the same time.
He thought for a moment and asked, "Is this game related to the curse of the fifth floor?"
No. 51 answered every question, nodded, and repeated his previous words.
As Patient 233 had said, Patient 51 was relatively easy to deal with; it was his nature, not a disguise. Wen Shi, on the other hand, was constantly on edge, and the more so, the harder it was to deal with. Ao, on the other hand, was easier to handle.
When you encounter an honest NPC, the best approach is to be frank. Wen Shi asked bluntly, "Do you think my survival rate is high?"
"Very high," said No. 51. "If you want, the survival rate is almost 100 percent."
Wen Shi smiled: "That's good, I have no lack of desire to survive."
No. 51 also smiled and asked back, "Really?"
"Seeing is believing." Wen Shi was still very confident: "How do we play?"
No. 51 got out of bed, put on his slippers, and released the shadow that had led him. He continued, "The patients in the Rift Zone all have varying degrees of splitting abilities, just like my body and soul can be separated at will. Isn't that interesting?"
Wen Shi nodded in agreement.
I thought to myself that compared to the Lord of Terror, you are just like Tu Bianxi's toy doll.
"In this little game, you will be in the same state."
"?" The last time I heard such an explosive request was in the mermaid copy, where I was asked to act like a stone that cracked on the spot.
When No. 51 was roughly explaining the rules, the system prompt sounded.
The mechanical sound is as cool and steady as usual, but it feels a little different.
[Inherited Task: Doctor-patient Relationship
Mission content: At midnight, your body will go to a special place, but your soul will remain in the hospital.
The most important thing between a doctor and a patient is trust. Hospitals are dangerous places. Choose a patient you trust and let them keep your soul.
Remember! Never let Patient No. 51 find your soul hiding place, he will destroy your soul!
Note: 1. You can attach your soul to an object to make it easier for the patient to keep;
2. If Patient 51 fails to destroy your soul before midnight tomorrow night, you will be deemed the winner.
3. If your body can successfully return to the hospital before Patient 51 kills himself, you will be considered the winner.
[Please arrive at the fifth floor of the hospital before midnight.]
[Please decide on a soul keeper within one hour. The soul-binding rope has been sent to your backpack.]
[Soul Binding Rope: After use, it can help you attach your soul to a designated object.]
No. 51: "I love playing hide-and-seek. After midnight, I will walk out of the ward, find your soul, and then destroy it."
"Be sure to hide it well." He reminded with a gentle smile.
A dark light flickered in Wen Shi's eyes. Without a soul, only an empty shell remained. What was the difference between him and a dead person?
In a sense, this is similar to the curse on the fifth floor, both of which make people rigid and solidified.
It was only a few hours away from midnight, and since the task reminder had already been sent, Wen Shi didn't want to delay any longer and turned around to leave.
Suddenly, No. 51's voice came from behind again: "There is no poison in the last meal of the death row inmates. It is always extraordinarily rich and delicious."
Wen Shi paused and walked out without looking back.
No. 51 almost said that the task was not difficult, and even hinted that he enjoyed the process and there was no need to be nervous.
The floor lights in the corridor dimmed again.
Li Nan stood by the door, leaning against the wall with his arms folded, his long legs conspicuous. He had heard everything that had been said in the ward, but the task notification tone was only audible to him, so Li Nan was not aware of Wen Shi's specific task.
Although there were no other players around, Wenshi used anti-eavesdropping props as he walked forward for the sake of caution, and took the initiative to explain the subsequent tasks.
He wanted to hear Li Nan's opinion.
After about half a minute, Li Nan said, "The important thing is the hiding process."
"The mission says your body will be traveling elsewhere. Returning won't be easy. Based on the patient's analysis, it's likely to involve the game's traditional test of humanity." Li Nan said slowly, "This uncertainty is too high. Don't consider it before the mission begins. The most urgent task is to find a suitable soul custodian. As long as we survive until midnight tomorrow night, the mission will be successfully completed."
Wen Shi nodded, thinking the same thing as him.
"The rules require you to find a patient to keep your soul. There are three possible options. One is to have a familiar player transfer the patient and sign a contract, without having to worry about being deliberately betrayed. The other is to find a patient in the deeper areas who can compete with No. 51. That way, even if they find out who your soul is with, they may not be able to steal or destroy it. This is a bit difficult, but you can settle for the next best option..."
Wen Shi knew he was referring to Jian Qingrong.
"The last way is to transfer the patient yourself and try to exploit the bug, but you probably won't do that."
Changing to a patient role means losing one's identity as a doctor. It is hard to say whether one can easily change back, after all, it is the only official position.
Wen Shi would not risk his inheritance rights. He raised his head and breathed a sigh of relief. For nearly ten minutes, Wen Shi barely moved like a statue, with only the slight rise and fall of his chest proving that he was still breathing.
When he looked straight ahead again, he whispered, "I will win."
Li Nan raised his eyebrows.
Wen Shi didn't know what he was thinking, and said something inexplicably: "No. 233 said that No. 51 is the most soft-hearted of all the patients in the ghost world."
Li Nan laughed: "He doesn't look like a kind person at all."
It can only be said that the reference is already the lowest level in the industry.
"That's enough." Wen Shi stretched his slightly stiff body and said, "I'm going to do some preparations first and take care of some trivial matters."
The two separated at the stairs. Li Nan watched him go up to the fifth floor and for a moment he couldn't guess what this man was planning.
However, one thing is certain. Unlike other players who are relieved at the sight of light, Pei Wenwei must be feeling very heavy at the moment, as if even breathing is tiring.
"Jian Qingrong—" The next second, along with the clattering footsteps coming up the stairs, came Wen Shi's gnashing voice. He rolled up his sleeves as he walked: "Come out and get spanked, you crap shoppers!"
Li Nan: "…"
He underestimated Pei Wenwei's vitality.
In the darkness, Wen Shi, who was striding forward, bumped into Jian Qingrong's shoulder.
When Jian Qingrong was called by his full name, his expression changed completely. His first reaction was to put the blame on the little octopus, implying it was its idea. Anyway, since everyone was united in purpose, it wasn't a malicious attempt to shirk responsibility.
But when he heard the last few words, Jian Qingrong's attitude changed and he stood at attention as if he was ready to be beaten.
"Hiss..." Wen Shi rubbed his forehead. He thought the other party would at least give way. However, when Jian Qingrong saw him coming, he did not retreat out of guilt, but took the initiative to move forward two steps.
When they collided, Wen Shi, who was originally aggressive, felt the muscles under the fabric trembling slightly. It didn't seem like fear, but more like hidden expectation. His whole temple jumped.
I almost forgot, this is a king whose favorability can increase just by watching him pick his chin with a sword.
"Don't be angry, we'll settle the score later." Wen Shi took a few deep breaths and decided to focus on business first. "I need to go find the host and the others. I have other things to do tonight. If I'm not back by 6 pm tomorrow, help me kill Ao."
The task of killing the dean could not be neglected, so he arranged the work in an orderly manner.
"I need you to do me another favor." Wen Shi pulled Jian Qingrong's clothes slightly. When the latter lowered his head, he whispered a few words in his ear: "It may be a little difficult, but..."
Worried that the patient might eavesdrop on the most important part through other means, Wen Shi spoke every note very softly.
As he spoke one sentence after another, the hot air brushed against his skin, and Jian Qingrong felt a slight tremor from head to toe: "It's not difficult, I can handle it."
His assurance brought a rare sense of peace of mind.
After making some additional arrangements, Wen Shi selected a soul keeper before the countdown ended. At the same time, he opened his backpack and prepared to use the mission props issued by the game.
"Do you want to use the [Soul Binding Rope]?"
"yes."
"Please choose a soul carrier."
After Wen Shi made his choice, his brain seemed to be empty for a moment, which made him look a little confused.
But soon, this feeling dissipated, as if nothing had happened, and his mind could function normally as usual, without any uncomfortable feeling of his soul being pulled out.
Jian Qingrong: "Are you okay?"
Wen Shi: "Anyway, the brain stem is not missing." That's enough.
"…"
It's almost midnight.
There are patients running around everywhere now, and Jian Qingrong has basically no restrictions on his activities. In order to cooperate with Wen Shi's plan, he ran to other places at around eleven o'clock.
Wen Shi leaned against the wall alone, wondering where he would be taken later.
Is there a secret room or hidden map on this floor?
Just as his imagination was letting loose, he suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his back. Wen Shi jumped up with a start and quickly took out the lantern.
Something was slowly emerging from the dense cracks in the wall behind him. Wen Shi subconsciously took a step back, his mind fleetingly reminiscent of the scarlet nematodes under the operating light. When he focused his attention and examined it carefully, he discovered it was actually thin, dry straw.
Straws seemed to have been squeezed out of every crack, like strands from a meat grinder. In the limited light of the lantern, they piled up and mingled, eventually forming the shape of a straw demon.
Wen Shi was stunned.
Frank Hospital was built in the past, and the scarecrow demon possessed the ability to look back, so its presence here wasn't surprising. However, the traditional scarecrow demon's ability was limited to sending people to a period of extreme suffering and luring their souls into submission, two requirements he no longer possessed.
The Golden City has experienced a bug with the scarecrow once, and the game won't give it a chance to do so again.
It is unclear what this straw demon can do, but the only thing Wen Shi is sure of is that every time it appears, it involves emotions and human choices.
Without any regret, Wen Shi stared at the devil, and there seemed to be a hint of expectation on the corner of his mouth.
He picked out a phrase these monsters could understand, a popular saying from ten years ago, and said, "Sting."
·
downstairs.
Li Nan, Yu Xingzhou and Song Yan were staying in a ruined office.
Li Nan patiently repeated Wen Shi's task.
"From what No. 51 said, Pei Wenwei will face a difficult choice."
Song Yan was stunned for three seconds after hearing this, and kept pacing in the office: "It's over, it's over..."
Li Nan: "Don't worry too much for now."
"No, I mean that No. 51 is finished." Song Yan took a deep breath: "You don't understand. My king never makes choices. No. 51 will be played to death."
"…"