Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2811 The Thirteenth Day (End)

The attending physician's office, inside a black box.

The voltage was unstable, causing the overhead light to flicker, but it did nothing to stop the person moving under it.

The symptom's stiff fingers were so forceful that the pen tip was bent into an arc, making one's heart pound with anxiety.

And lines of text, almost like gibberish, were continuously spit out.

Today is the 61st. The trial will begin in twenty minutes, and 135 will be reset to zero.

Until the date reached the 61st, the thirteenth day, Judgment Day.

The words written by the prophet seem to prove this point; in fact, this sentence is the least like gibberish on the entire page.

But this doesn't seem to be a good thing either. Some extreme threats are laid bare before us, leaving no room for avoidance.

Will 135 return to zero?
Completely unconcerned about the confusion and discomfort caused by the text, Fu Qian practically memorized the entire text, even the punctuation marks.

The most striking part of sentence number 61 is its last section.

The number 135 was derived from 177 all the way down to 60.

Yes, that's his sanity value.

Earlier, we lamented that the older generation might not be able to withstand such a gamble, especially since their numbers once plummeted to nearly double digits.

If it weren't for the fact that we had just dealt with the umbilical cord entanglement, we would be in a tight position even with our own inventory.

As it turns out, it doesn't matter how much or how little is left; once the trial arrives, this value will drop to zero.
Isn't the price a bit too high? So, it's not this demonic mountain that's being judged, but rather himself, the human demon?
The warehouse is a hindrance to me!
At that moment, Fu Qian seemed to experience once again what a terrible teammate is.

Although I had wondered what would happen if my sanity value dropped to zero, this was definitely a rather passive attempt, and not something professionals would do.

The warehouse responsible for issuing the tasks not only failed to warn of such risks, but it also seemed to be covering for them.

What does "This is a special mission, and containment must be successfully completed until the sanity value reaches zero" mean?
Anyone with a modicum of logical thinking would immediately think that no matter how many times they fail, they should keep trying until the task is completed.
It seems like there's always a chance to start over.

So, the SAN value goes to zero when the task fails?
Fortunately, as a professional, while enjoying gathering intelligence, he always adhered to the principle of "treating every game as if it were the last."

Otherwise, if you step into this pit, the losses could be quite significant.

"Congratulations, you've proven yourself."

Of course, there are still some encouraging aspects. For example, the forerunner finally used the sanity value as a starting point to deduce a trace of information related to the trial.

Even the prediction that it could only be made 20 minutes in advance has been confirmed.

Before the payment, he didn't hesitate to offer his congratulations.

……

"how so……"

Unfortunately, the person involved never learned to look on the bright side of things.

Faced with the congratulations before him, the harbinger seemed to be struck by lightning.

Click!

Before even receiving a response, the expensive pen finally gave way and broke under the strain.

However, completely ignoring the ink stains all over his hands, the man stared intently at the contents of the notebook, unable to believe that it was written by himself.

"Isn't it obvious? You've proven yourself. Now I believe you're a prophet."

Fu Qian, not wanting to bury his achievements, gave him formal recognition while glancing over and sighing in admiration.

"And it seems you're right, the nature of this place is indeed abstract and chaotic."

This is too chaotic...

No one uttered a sound at that moment, but Fu Qian seemed to hear a powerless sigh.

Even in the corner of his eye, Servis's eyes had completely lost their sparkle.

It's okay for nominal allies to betray you, and it's also a minor matter if they admit that the opponent has won.

Clearly, compared to a patient whose treatment is unsuccessful, he is now facing a far more dire predicament.

The True Words Notebook, thus, reveals an undeniable blasphemous aspect to what he firmly believes to be absolutely correct.

Like a noble, pure, and inviolable saint, a corner of her white dress was lifted, revealing certain marks that should never have been there.

The world is not what I imagined at all...

"Who exactly are you...?"

At one point, Servis slowly raised his head, his gaze towards Fu Qian as if he were looking at a demon in disguise, who had come here only to spread despair.

"Columnists, I'm sure you've all experienced the professionalism involved?"

Fu straightened his tie, his face warm and friendly.

……

"Your time is running out..."

Unfortunately, no one could empathize. Whether it was Servis or the Forerunner, their minds were clearly consumed by what lay beneath the saint's skirt, and their reason was teetering on the brink of collapse.

After a long silence, the two spoke almost simultaneously, reminding each other that a portion of the twenty minutes had already passed.

"There really aren't many left."

Fu Qian naturally remembered the time, and even understood perfectly why the two people reminded him.

"So I'm leaving now, and I believe you can all understand?"

The next moment, he actually responded to the call and said goodbye to the two performers he was working with.

"Thanks……"

This time, only the attending physician spoke, and even that was not out of understanding but out of gratitude.

Fear is indeed more reliable than promises; there's no need to put too much moral pressure on people.

The reaction seemed strange at first glance, but at that moment Fu Qian didn't find it abrupt; he just felt a sense of wonder.

Whom should we help to gain freedom?

From the very beginning of the three-person story, this has been a core issue.

It is also a difficult question, since human commitments are so fragile and can be betrayed at any time.

But why must you help one side? If you don't want to be exploited, you can just become useless yourself.

Just like right now, the original doctor-patient conflict is no longer important, so there is naturally no need for the "tool person" to stay.

In the process of achieving this strategy, the force was slightly too strong.

The way to eliminate doctor-patient conflicts is to drive both doctors and patients crazy.

At this moment, as the true source of chaos, if Servis and his companion didn't want to see any more unspeakable things and maintained their rationality even slightly, their instinctive reaction would be to stay away from him.

Furthermore, not only will they not take physical measures to prevent this, they will also minimize the probability of triggering the Time Well on the tools when they leave.

The path to salvation still requires a dimensional reduction attack.

"You're welcome."

Facing four pairs of eyes that even seemed pleading, Fu Qian walked towards the door, not forgetting to exchange a polite greeting with each of them.

As expected, no one tried to stop them.

……

The weather is pretty good, so the trial shouldn't be caused by some kind of natural disaster or flood.

The locked door opened easily, and sure enough, there was no one waiting outside.

But when Fu Qian came out from the basement, the scene outside was quite lively.

Even though the sun had only just risen, many people were already out doing their morning activities, greeting each other in twos and threes, embodying a relaxed and leisurely lifestyle.

His Excellency Selvis's ideas seem to have been conveyed quite timely.

In this atmosphere, Fu Qian walked through the sanatorium without any hindrance and arrived at the main gate.

From this vantage point, it's clear that no one is lying in ambush to prevent me from taking that final step.

Even the guard post next door was deserted at this moment.

It just so happens that I have the time.

In this situation, Fu Qian did not rush to go out, but instead opened the small pavilion, then closed all the doors and windows and drew the canvas curtains.

"Are you there, Grandpa Mo Song?"

As the light dimmed, Fu Qian called out as agreed.

"...You found the part that Rashik lost?"

As expected of professionals, a familiar voice quickly emerged, directly addressing the key points.

"It is."

Before paying, I casually shared some content that Selvis had shared.

"Regarding the intruder, my son actually found a record; his name was... Bernard."

As it turned out, the old man didn't just take the money and run away, although he didn't give the old man a choice before payment.

"He was also the first intruder on the record; Lester had treated him."

……

So you're all birds of a feather? You drove the doctor crazy too?
After listening to the transcript for a minute and confirming that it wasn't a case of the same name, Fu Qian finally left the hut and crossed that boundary, recalling the figure of a certain person with messy hair.

[Containment conditions met, containment successful for No. 1-013]

Sorry, we talked for more than 30 days on the 13th... In the future, Revolver will pay more attention to strictly controlling the length of the copy.