My Iyashikei Game

"The selected patients in the annex building are all in the withdrawal ward. They can only go out during the day. I will take you to find them." The old man is extremely insecure now, and needs other patients to help him share the panic that comes from the bottom of his heart.

"You'd better hurry up." The longer you stay in the dark building, the more dangerous it will be. If you want to leave here, you must sacrifice the sick, so Han Fei can only rely on the old man as a tour guide to find some real psychopaths as soon as possible. Kill them or sacrifice them.

Smashing open the doors of each compartment, Han Fei found that many ward doors were engraved with words, some were curses, some were reasoning formulas, some were similar to diaries, and some people even confessed on the ward door.

"The compartments and dormitories of the withdrawal center do not have names. The patients who hide here will mark the rooms they are in for the convenience of distinguishing them." I was afraid that Han Fei would run out of patience and directly kill himself.

When he walked to the seventh door, the old man heard whispers in the house, and he quickly reported to Han Fei: "There is someone in this house! It is probably a pervert that is not inferior to you! You have to be ready!"

"If you don't know how to speak, just say a few words less." Han Fei also heard the movement in the house. He stared at the moss-covered door and kicked it open.

The dirty and messy room smelled bad, a man in a tattered hospital gown, supported on one foot, his hands, face and body pressed against the wall.

The door was violently opened, and the man was also frightened. He frantically swiped his hands on the wall, as if preparing to climb up the smooth wall.

"There is no corpse odor and bloody smell, this person should be just an ordinary patient." Han Fei's eyes were a little disappointed.

"Have you ever smelled corpse and blood?" the old man whispered.

Han Fei didn't bother to explain to the old man, so he strode into the house and put his hand on the patient's shoulder: "What's your name? I can take you out with me."

The man looked at Han Fei in horror, supported his body on one foot, and crawled towards the other side of the wall, as if he could not walk normally without leaving the wall.

"Why are you lying on the wall all the time?" Han Fei grabbed it, ready to start the treatment.

The starlight entered his mind, the man's soul was blank, his pupils kept rolling, and finally stuck out his tongue towards Han Fei: "Don't kill me, I'm just a gecko."

"Gecko?" The man was a little confused about his own cognition.

"Yes, I know that I look different from other geckos. That's because my tail was cut off by the doctor. When I grow a tail again, you will know that I have not deceived you." The man looked at Han Fei very seriously. , his tone was firm.

"Attention number 0000 players, you have found a special patient - Gecko."

Han Fei dare not imagine that this is a patient who has been cured by himself. It seems that a healing personality is not omnipotent, especially when facing some simple patients who are not threatening in themselves.

"Then will you leave with me?" "No, the gecko can't leave the wall."

Han Fei didn't kill him, there was still ten Shen Luo's distance between this patient and the perverted murderer.

"Excuse me." Han Fei closed the door and glared at the old man, "Is this what you mean by psychopath?"

"Gecko! Isn't it perverted enough?" The old man hurriedly led Han Fei to the door of another room. The door of the ward was full of formulas and theories.

Pushing the door to enter, all kinds of reasoning and speculation are engraved on the wall of the ward, a lot of manuscript papers are scattered on the ground, and a unkempt middle-aged man is sitting on it.

"Attention number 0000 players! You have discovered a special patient with a precognitive personality - the Prophet."

"Precognition of personality?" Han Fei walked to the middle-aged man, looked down, and the other side drew various complicated patterns on the paper, and also marked a lot of words that Han Fei couldn't understand at all: "What are you studying? ?"

"Prove the existence of ghosts." The middle-aged man did not lift his head, and deduced with all his heart. "The disaster has happened, and there are ghosts everywhere. Do you still need to prove it?"

"Why does one plus one equal two? A plus a can't equal b?" The middle-aged man still didn't look up: "Math is a world constructed by mathematicians. What is the structure of this world now?"

"Are you trying to explain ghosts with science?" Han Fei couldn't understand, he was just a part-time doctor and teacher butcher.

"Science without religion is lame, and religion without science is blind." The middle-aged man tore up the pattern he drew: "Have you heard of Plato's cave metaphor? Most people live forever in caves of ignorance. What we see is just a little bit of projection outside the cave. What we usually see is just phenomena, the truth of the facts is in another world; to know the truth of the facts, it is necessary to turn the soul - from phenomena to ideas."

"Uh" Han Fei turned his head and glanced at the old man, who was about to sneak away, and didn't listen to what the middle-aged man was saying.

"We originally lived in darkness. In order to find our home, we lit candles and chased the light, but we became more and more attached to the light, and we would forget that our home was in the dark. As a result, we were lost in the light. Himself." The middle-aged man was telling some very basic words, citing famous philosophers, but it felt a little crazy.

"Then what is the conclusion of your thinking?"

"Maybe we don't exist, maybe the ghosts are you and me, maybe there's an invisible world hidden here." He lay on the ground, with a picture of strange pictures on his head: "I won't leave you. , the one who should leave is you."

"Then you should continue to think here." Han Fei gave up the treatment of the middle-aged man, he was afraid that he would affect the other's brain: "Is it so difficult to find a few patients who can directly sacrifice blood?"

Leaving the room where the prophet was, Han Fei glanced at all the wards in the withdrawal center, and one ward caught his attention.

Bloody handprints were printed on the wooden door, the visitation glass was smashed, and the center of the door panel was slanted with the name of a very ferocious dormitory - Chang Wei and the thirteen members of the Qi family.

"Are you finally going to meet the murderer?" Han Fei let the blood-colored paper figurine behind him, he held the coin and kicked the door of the ward.

The door slammed against the wall, and the wires were torn off. This was a single-patient room, there were no beds in the room, only a strong treatment device like a coffin covered with restraints and a chair used for electrocution.

"It's not polite." The broken electric chair turned slowly, and there was a person sitting on it who could tell from the appearance that he was an abnormal person.

He wears a huge knitted melon rind hat, a calculator hanging on his chest, two flashlights hidden at his waist, and all the "electronic devices" that the patient can access are hidden on his body.

I don't know if it is because of the frequent electric shock treatment, he has a lot of ferocious wounds on his head, and his body muscles are not the same as ordinary people.

"Generally speaking, people with strong self-injury/suicide attempts; people who are extremely excited and agitated; people who are ineffective in psychotropic drug treatment or who cannot tolerate drug treatment need electric shock therapy. It seems that I have found the right person this time. "

Han Fei put down the mourning girl, tossed a coin and entered the house: "What's your name? Why are you locked here?"

The looming black mist escaped from the abyss, and Han Fei showed the warm smile of a doctor caring for his patients.

"I am a top student majoring in computer science from a famous university. I started my own business in my second year and came to Xinhu No. 3 Mental Hospital to work as the head of the Internet addiction withdrawal ward." The Guapicap patient is arrogant and rude, something that is difficult for ordinary people to understand. The unruly and rebellious: "Don't care what my name is, the entire Internet addiction withdrawal center, whoever sees this knitted melon skin hat, will bow their heads and call me melon master."

"I feel that you are a little special." The smile on Han Fei's face became more and more gentle. After he approached, he continued to ask: "Master Gu, have you killed someone? That innocent person has not done anything wrong, just pure and simple. Someone who would make you happy?"

The old man at the door has been stunned. How can a doctor ask a patient such a question, which of the two in the house is more seriously ill!

"A lot." The Guapicap patient's expression became terrifying, with uncontrollable excitement in his eyes: "I kill every night! Sometimes I kill dozens, sometimes hundreds! !"

The more he talked, the more excited he became, the black blood vessels bulging out on his forehead, he reached out and tore off the hat on top of his head, revealing the horrific scars left by electric shocks all over his head.

"Kill a few hundred?" Han Fei did feel the killing intent on the melon hat, but to be honest, he couldn't even notice it if he didn't feel it carefully.

"What about you?" Guapi Cap was originally handsome, but after receiving treatment here, he became a little scary: "How many have you killed?"

"I only have a dozen or so?" Han Fei had already walked to the Guapi Cap, and he stretched out his hand.

After hearing Han Fei's answer, Guapi Hat was not only not afraid, but even more excited in his eyes: "Okay! Then you can come with me in the future! No! I can't help it now!"

He tore off the calculator hanging on his chest: "Here comes a natal hero, let you see my coffin Wan'er."

Before he finished speaking, he jumped to the strong withdrawal device like a coffin, and then clicked his fingers wildly, and the calculator kept coming out of the sound of zeroing.

Considering that this is an internet addiction withdrawal center, Han Fei frowned slightly: "You said killing hundreds of people is in the game?"

Guapi Cap didn't respond, but his words frightened the old man at the door, and asked tremblingly, "Could it be that you're not talking about games?"

"I also killed it in the game." Han Fei smiled and glanced back at the old man, then tossed a coin and held the head of the melon skin.

"Attention number 0000 players! You have found a patient with a disordered personality - a sacrifice chosen by the dean."

"Chaos Personality: Disorder\\Imbalance, a rare personality favored by goblins."

The starlight of human nature came into his mind, and Han Fei found that there were very few negative emotions in Guapi Hat, and he seemed to be close to the ghost.

"Attention player number 0000! You have cured five patients with personality defects, and completed the random task of the Shrine - Healing Personality. Get a lot of experience rewards, strengthen the healing personality, and get a chance to open the inventory."

"Attention number 0000 players! You have triggered the Shrine Hidden Quest - Healing the Reason for Existence."

"Task requirements: Cure 100 patients with personality defects. After the task is completed, you will receive hidden rewards from the shrine, and there is a chance to help you bring out the cured souls and ghosts in the shrine."

The system's prompts gave Han Fei a lot of help. He has been looking for suitable sacrifices, and now the "placed" in front of him is the sacrifice personally selected by the dean.

"It's too late, I'll use your blood first, and I'll definitely treat you well in the future." Han Fei used the opportunity he just got to open the inventory and took out the butcher knife: "Morning girl, what should I do next? "

The head nurse's hoarse voice sounded in Han Fei's head: "Use the blood of the sacrifice to lead the way, and run in the direction of the spread of the blood mist!"

"Okay." Han Fei stared at the blood vessels of the man with melon skin, raised his knife and dropped it.