Infinite spooky game

Chapter 201 Frog Hospital () Syndrome

"Quack, quack, quack, quack..."

The crowing of frogs came one after another, coming from all directions, and connected into one, reaching into the sky.

The sound was separated from the building, very far away, and appeared distorted due to reverberation, more like the cry of a baby.

Ziss was so upset by the noise that he opened his eyes and saw a ceiling covered with mold.

The smell of disinfectant water, unique to hospitals, flooded into his nose. He had just smelled it a few days ago. But this time the smell was even worse, mixed with the faint smell of blood, urine, and the rancid smell of spoiled flesh and blood, which made him almost vomit.

Beneath him was a cold, hard iron bed without a mattress, which was particularly uncomfortable. Moving his gaze to the side, he could see a short iron stand with a pair of black flat-rimmed glasses placed on it.

Qisi sat up, his head suddenly felt dizzy, like the feeling during a hypoglycemia attack, and his eyes were filled with white.

He almost fell back onto the bed.

[Copy Name: "Frog Hospital"]

[Copy Type: Team Survival]

[Preliminary tip: "Life" is born in "Death", and "Death" ends in "Life"]

The copy information was refreshed, the frogs' croaking gradually became softer, and finally fell silent after half a minute. Zeiss's dizziness also eased.

The pre-prompt was still unclear, but new text was quickly refreshed:
[This dungeon is an advanced role-playing dungeon. You need to strictly play your role in this dungeon to avoid arousing the suspicion of the NPC in the dungeon]

[Note: If the NPC's suspicion is aroused, the failure rate will be increased by 5% to 20% depending on the situation]

Is it a role-playing copy? It's like it was tailor-made for him...

Qisi looked at the [Rose Heart] and [Human Skin Mask] in his inventory and didn't think Weird Games would be so kind.

It would be unfair to other players to throw him into a multi-player instance when he has a clear advantage in playing. He didn't believe that other players would have similar attainments to him in terms of acting.

Unless, give him some troublesome negative effects to balance his strength...

The [Failure Rate] column is refreshed in the upper left corner of the sight, and the value behind it is [0%].

Next is a line of notes: [The higher the failure rate, the more likely it is to be rejected by the copy world; when the failure rate reaches 100%, it will be judged as a failed pass]

In other words, after a failure in playing in this copy, it is not possible to recover by off-site operations like in a normal copy.

Once the failure rate is full, no matter whether he has [Pocket Watch of Destiny], [Curse Pendulum] or [Scarlet Priest], it will be cool or not.

Qiss asked: "What are the specific manifestations of being rejected by the copy world?"

[You will be more vulnerable to hostility from NPCs and attacks from ghosts]

Zis thought for a while and then asked: "Can you provide specific information about the character I play? Identity, personality, characteristics, etc."

He waited for two seconds but didn't get a response. It seems that he has to explore this information by himself.

Zisi noticed that he was covered with a white coat that had already been washed, and the cuffs and corners of the clothes that were easily stained were spotless.

It seems that the character he plays is very tidy, which is good news. If he were asked to play a sloppy person, he felt that he could immediately stab himself in the eyes with a cursed pendulum and end his life.

He picked up the white coat, shook it twice, and put it on his body. He saw a plastic sign pinned to the right side of his chest, which was also polished. On the business card inside, the name column is empty, the unit is [Blue Frog Hospital], and the position is [Doctor].

It’s not clear which department the doctor belongs to. The previous handwriting was erased with a black pen, and a neat black rectangle was drawn. I don’t know if the game deliberately increases the difficulty, or it is hinting at something.

There was a pen inserted in the pocket next to the plastic sign. After Qisi glanced at it, a line of prompt text popped up in the void:
【Please write your name】

It seems that the name of the role-playing character can be set by the player. After all, the game still has some bottom lines, and there is no limit on boring places like names.

Ziss was not in a hurry to write his name, but got up from the bed and looked around.

This is an operating room that has obviously been abandoned for a long time. There are various mops, brooms, mattresses, washbasins and other sundries piled in the corner. The walls and corners were quite tidy, and it looked like someone was cleaning them regularly.

The door was ajar, and there was a light on outside. A ray of white light leaked in from the crack in the door, hitting Qisi diagonally.

He pushed the door open and saw rows of wards packed together like refrigerated cabinets in a funeral home. A banner reading "Humans must control themselves" hung from the ceiling.

The walls of the corridor are lined with iron benches, and men and women in hospital gowns sit sporadically.

Without exception, they all had yellow and thin faces, blue blood vessels protruding from their skinny arms, their eyes were sunken and hollow, and their teeth under their pale lips were as burnt as earth, like zombies that had just been dug out of the grave.

Most of them were patients of the Blue Frog Hospital. It was hard to tell what kind of illness they were suffering from, but their condition was clearly visible to the naked eye.

After seeing Qiss, the patients looked at each other and a kind of awe mixed with hostility spread in the air. Qiss noticed it and calmly clenched the pendulum on his right wrist.

Fortunately, these patients, due to some unknown deterrent, other than remaining silent, did not show any intention of causing medical trouble.

Qis also pretended not to see them and looked at the promotional posters hanging on the wall.

The most eye-catching poster is a portrait of a middle-aged man in a white coat, black-rimmed glasses, and a kind smile. From the small print below, we can tell that this person is called "Cheng Ping" and he is the director of this hospital. long.

The remaining posters are all certificates and banners obtained by the hospital. They are nothing more than saving lives and healing the wounded, rejuvenating people, or meeting health standards and medical qualifications. The place where the date should be written is blank.

Qisi retreated into the room, avoiding the sight of the patients, picked up a pen and wrote the word "Cheng Ping" on the name bar of the badge.

The next second, the word "平" dissipated like ink falling into a bucket, and a line of prompt text popped up:
[You cannot have the same name as an important NPC in the dungeon]

Well, it seems that the dean is the key figure.

Qisi obediently wrote the word "An" in the blank space behind "Cheng" - [Cheng An].

This name seems to be closely related to Dean Cheng Ping. Although I don't know if it will affect the recognition of NPCs, it's not a bad idea to give it a try.

Then he picked up the glasses on the iron stand and put them on. The prescription of these glasses was not high, and he got used to it after only being dizzy for a moment, and he even felt that the world was much clearer. He adjusted his appearance in front of the iron fire door, and the reflective iron sheet reflected his face wearing a human skin mask. He is elegant and elegant, with a touch of dark red in his pupils, making him look like a college student majoring in liberal arts.

After getting ready, Zis pushed the door open again.

A nurse wearing a mask walked through another corridor. When she saw him, her eyes lit up and she quickly changed direction and walked towards him.

The nurse was wearing old white clothes, stained with stains of blood that could not be washed away. Standing on the street was definitely not associated with "saving lives and helping the wounded", but more like a perverted murderer cosplaying as a nurse.

Qisi looked at her, feeling dizzy for no reason, and the feeling of hypoglycemia came up again.

The nurse stood in front of Qisi and asked with concern: "Dr. Cheng, are you feeling better after rest? You suddenly fainted on the operating table. We are all worried about you."

Zeiss then understood that he was sent to the abandoned operating room to take a rest after fainting.

Judging from the nurse's attitude, the character he plays is very popular, but I don't know if he is a cold-on-the-outside, hot-on-the-inside type, or if he is the same on the outside and on the inside.

Considering that he had just passed out once, he held his forehead and smiled palely and weakly: "It's better, thank you."

The failure rate has not increased, it seems that others have done a good job with the design.

The nurse said hesitantly: "The director already knows about your situation. He recommends that you stop working first and receive treatment with peace of mind, and then go to the operating table after you are cured."

Chiss lowered his head and said nothing.

It seemed that his fainting was not due to fatigue or hypoglycemia, but to some kind of disease. In real life, the illness is gone, but in the dungeon, the illness continues. In a sense, it is quite humorous.

However, what is his illness in this copy?

The nurse did not wait for a reply. She just assumed that Qisi was dissatisfied with the dean's arrangement. She raised her right fist and said, "Comrade Cheng An, we all know that you work hard, but 'the sharpening of the knife does not waste the time of chopping wood.' Only then can the body continue to fight on the front line.”

"The dean has made the decision and the bed is available for you, the same one as before."

[The current task has been refreshed]

[Current task: Check into the ward as a "patient"]

Qisi's words of refusal stopped on his lips, and he wanted to ask "Which one is 'that'?" However, once he did this, the failure rate would definitely increase.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." He nodded, as if something suddenly occurred to him, and asked, "Have you finished handing over all my work?"

"The operation has been handed over to Dr. Wan. Just relax and recuperate." The nurse's voice was filled with a smile. "If you really can't sit still, just come with me for ward rounds."

This was exactly what Chiss wanted.

He smiled and said "Okay", and went straight to the nurse who was mopping the floor in the corner of the corridor with a mop. He said politely: "When you finish mopping the floor, could you please put the mop at the door of my ward?" ? I want to clean it myself."

The nurse apologized and smiled: "Dr. Cheng, you are so polite. I will help you drag it out when the time comes."

"Oh, just leave it alone." The nurse said with a smile, "Dr. Cheng has such a personality, he has to take care of his own hygiene before he can rest assured."

Zeiss smiled and added: "If possible, could you please hang the rag on my bed rail?"

After the nurse responded, she also joked a few words.

When you have less information, you may be wrong if you say too much. Zeiss acted as if he had just woken up and was still very weak, and maintained a peaceful silence.

He always felt that the style of this dungeon was different from the several dungeons he had experienced in the past. The NPC's behavior is too natural and real. It doesn't seem weird, but like a living person.

If he exposes a flaw, there is a high probability that he will not be able to get through as easily under the cognitive distortion of the weird game as he did in the past.

The nurse held the white-on-yellow registration book and entered each ward for rounds. Qiss followed closely behind her and inspected the environment and personnel conditions.

He found that the decoration of the wards was simple and there were no facilities such as showers, toilets, and televisions. However, there were radios on the bedside tables in several rooms, which were from the last century.

Most of the patients looked hungry and looked like they had been hungry for a long time. Along the way, you can see many pregnant women. Their bellies are only slightly bulging. They are far from the time of delivery, and they are here for some unknown reason.

Next to the end of the corridor is the operating room. The rusty door is covered with gray and black stains, and the tiles on the edges have been damaged and fallen off. There is an unsettling sense of age.

Sitting on the chair outside the door was a skinny man, probably a family member of the patient.

Qisi walked closer, and heard the noisy frog cry again in his ears, but if he listened carefully, it sounded like a baby's cry.

The sound seemed to come from the operating room.

He frowned slightly and stood next to the bench. Just as he was about to chat with the man, the iron door of the operating room suddenly opened in front of him.

A hospital bed wrapped in a human figure was pushed out, accompanied by words such as "heavy bleeding" and "death", which made people feel a sense of suffocation.

And more Zeiss could no longer hear clearly.

He saw large bright red blood stains seeping out from the white sheets, and they were smeared in front of his eyes like free paint, quickly occupying his entire field of vision.

The frog croaked loudly, and it was as if countless pieces of iron were filled in his brain, banging and making sounds all the time. Red and white colors flashed before his eyes, like a malfunctioning electrical screen, before falling into complete darkness after a few seconds.

Zeiss fell forward, and at the same time, he finally knew what kind of disease he was suffering from in this copy - or what the negative state was.

Dizziness.

It's really funny that a doctor who was about to perform an operation suffered from haematosis.

It's a pity that Qiss can't laugh for the time being.

At the last second before his consciousness sank, he had only one thought in his mind: If he wanted to kill someone next, would he have to consider a bloodless method?

　Thanks to my name An Tusheng for the 1200 points reward! Thanks to Qi Zhining, Lis, and Fu Shichensheng for the 100-point reward! (I finally suppressed the new copy in a state of extreme madness. Who knows if it is a god or shit?)

　
(End of this chapter)