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Chapter 1273. The Emotional Mental Hospital (3)

As Fang Ming's emotions stabilized, the dark shadow began to fade, eventually turning into a wisp of smoke and disappearing into the air.

Everyone continued walking towards the nurses' station.

The further you walk, the clearer the warm yellow light becomes.

Soon, we arrived at the nurses' station.

The light comes from inside the room.

Several people walked towards the inside.

The nurses' station was small, with a few desks inside. In the corner was a metal cabinet, the door ajar, so the contents were not clearly visible.

The most striking thing was the opposite wall, on which a line of words was written in dark red liquid, the handwriting messy, as if it had been written directly with a finger: "Emotions are both poison and antidote."

“This word… is it blood?” Yu Wenjing frowned and reached out to touch it, but Lin Xi grabbed her arm.

"Don't touch it, who knows if there's a problem." Lin Xi's gaze swept over the line of words, then looked at the rest of the room. "The dungeon rules say 'emotions are weaknesses,' this sentence must be a clue."

Liu Yun walked to the desk, picked up the medical records on it, and flipped through them.

The pages were yellowed, and the writing was blurry; only the words "emotional breakdown" and "concretization" were legible.

"It seems that the patients in this mental hospital all have problems with the visualization of emotions."

Chen Xiaoqiang looked at the blood-written words on the wall and, recalling the monster formed from fear earlier, couldn't help but shudder.

Yu Chen noticed his reaction and walked over to stand beside him.

"It's okay, everyone's here. Look, you've already won once."

Chen Xiaoqiang nodded, mustered his courage and stepped forward. His gaze fell on the metal cabinet, and he reached out and opened the cabinet door.

The cabinet was neatly arranged with rows of medicine bottles, none of which had labels. They contained liquids of different colors, including red, blue, and black.

"What are these? Poison or antidote?"

As Wang Lei spoke, he picked up a medicine bottle containing red liquid. Just as he was about to unscrew it, Huang Jingjing snatched it away.

"Don't touch it!" Huang Jingjing said seriously. "The rules say that emotions are both poison and antidote, and these medicines might be related to emotions."

"Perhaps each color represents an emotion?" Yu Chen pondered.

"Red might represent anger, blue represents calm? Black... probably represents negative energy like fear," Zhang Yutong agreed.

“That makes sense.” Bai walked to the metal cabinet and picked up a blue medicine bottle. “The monster disappeared after Chen Xiaoqiang calmed down. This shows that calm emotions can suppress negative energy. Isn’t that the ‘antidote’? On the other hand, emotions like fear and anger can attract monsters, which are ‘poison’.”

Just then, with a "bang," the door to the nurses' station suddenly slammed shut.

Everyone was shocked.

Yu Wenjing rushed over to pull the door open, but found that she couldn't open it no matter what she did, as if it was locked from the outside by something.

"Oh no! We're locked up!" Yu Wenjing kicked the door hard, but it didn't budge.

The lights in the room suddenly began to flicker, and the originally warm yellow light slowly turned into an eerie dark red.

The blood-written words on the wall seemed to come alive, their color deepening as they flowed down the wall, pooling on the ground and emitting a faint fishy smell.

"What happened?" Chen Xiaoqiang's voice trembled.

His body began to tremble, the fear of being entangled by the monster surging back. A dark shadow quickly appeared beneath his feet, thicker than before, with the outline of claws clearly visible.

"Don't panic!" Lin Xi shouted, her voice exceptionally clear in the flashing lights. "As long as we control our emotions, everything will be alright!"

Huang Jingjing threw the red medicine bottle on the ground. The bottle shattered, and the red liquid inside spilled out, touching the dark shadow at Fang Ming's feet. The shadow made a "sizzle" sound and shrank back.

"Blue medicine bottles! Get the blue medicine bottles!" Bai Ye immediately reacted, picked up several blue medicine bottles, unscrewed the caps, and handed them to Chen Xiaoqiang.

"Take a sniff and calm down!"

Chen Xiaoqiang took the medicine bottle and brought the opening to his nose. A faint minty scent wafted into his nostrils, and his previously rapid breathing gradually calmed down, while the shadows beneath his feet began to fade.

With a loud crash, all the bottles in the metal cabinet fell out and scattered all over the floor.

"Damn it!" Wang Lei couldn't help but curse. "I was thinking that with these bottles, at least we could control our emotions, but now they're all gone."

“We still have to control our emotions ourselves,” Lin Xi said, then thought for a moment. “Or perhaps, we can find a way to make these calming potions.”

"Why don't we all talk about our most easily out-of-control emotions?" Liu Yun said with a gentle smile. "Being prepared in advance will help us remind each other if something happens. I'll start: I don't have many negative emotions. My husband is loving, my kids are well-behaved, and I'm living a very comfortable life!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Old Zhao, who was standing next to her, suddenly groaned, clutched his chest with both hands, swayed, and almost fell over.

Lin Xi reacted quickly, grabbing her arm and touching it, which was icy cold.

"Sister Zhao, are you alright?" Lin Xi asked.

Old Zhao shook his head, his face as white as a sheet, his lips trembling as he couldn't speak.

A bead of cold sweat instantly appeared on her forehead and trickled down her cheeks.

—Oh no, Old Zhao remembered Old Liang.

Old Zhao must have some psychological trauma!

—Of course, Lao Liang died such a tragic death.

—It's really too tragic, too horrible to look at.

—It's not just unbearable to look at, it's unbearable to even think about.

—Liu Yun did this on purpose, didn't she?
Liu Yun had no idea that Lao Zhao's husband had died so tragically.

—Yes, Liu Yun probably just wanted everyone to speak out so that she could know where everyone's emotions were unstable.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Liu Yun also came over and reached out to touch Lao Zhao's forehead, but Lao Zhao dodged her abruptly.

"I'm fine," Old Zhao said, his voice hoarse.

She pushed Lin Xi's hand away, staggered back two steps, and leaned against the cold wall.

The chill from the wall seeped through her thin clothing, making her shiver, but also slightly clearing her head.

“Sister Zhao, if you have something on your mind, just say it,” Ma Xiaofeng said. “In this instance, hiding your emotions is suicide.”

—Ma Xiaofeng is too direct.

—At this point, you have to be direct.

—Yes, you have to get straight to the point.

—It's not a good situation. I can't help feeling uncomfortable just thinking about that scene, let alone Lao Zhao.

Old Zhao closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, his complexion was slightly better.

"It's nothing serious, probably just a bit of low blood sugar. Let's hurry up and find a way out, we can't stay stuck here forever."

Seeing that she was unwilling to say more, no one pressed her for details.

Bai walked to the door and carefully checked the lock. He found that it was locked from the outside with a bolt. He turned to look at everyone.

"Let's see if we can break the door frame open."