Deadly Game: Almighty Boss’s Guide to Making Money

Chapter 1275. The Emotional Mental Hospital (5)

—Waaaaah, poor Old Zhao.

—I married a scumbag, and I was so badly deceived!
—Don't say she can't control her emotions; if I were in her shoes, I wouldn't be able to either.

—I really wish Lao Liang could come back to life so I could beat him up badly before he dies.

—If Lao Liang comes back to life, he hopes Lao Zhao will cuckold him and have an illegitimate child to inherit their family's property.

“This is the price of losing control of your emotions,” Zhang Yutong said in a low voice. “We must all remember that in this instance, any negative emotion can kill us. Now is not the time to be sad. We must find the Dean’s office as soon as possible and find clues to pass the instance, otherwise any one of us could be next to disappear.”

Liu Yun wiped her eyes and took a deep breath.

"That's right. Old Zhao gave us a wake-up call with her life, and we can't let her down. Everyone, cheer up, control your emotions, and we'll definitely pass the test."

Although everyone felt bad, they forced themselves to calm down.

Zhang Yutong looked at the floor plan.

"Walk another fifty meters or so, then turn left and you'll reach the dean's office. Everyone, just hang in there a little longer."

As you continue walking, the musty smell in the corridor becomes stronger, and the cracks in the walls grow larger, with some sections even collapsing and exposing the bricks underneath.

Suddenly, a fork in the road appeared ahead. The road to the left was pitch black, while the road to the right was faintly lit.

“There are no intersections on the map.” Zhang Yutong frowned, looking at the drawing repeatedly. “It only marks left turns, but the left side is black, while the right side is lit.”

“A place with light isn’t necessarily safe,” Lin Xi said. “The dungeon loves to lure us into making mistakes this way. Old Zhao just got into trouble, so it’s definitely trying to make us choose the seemingly safe path out of fear.”

"But it's so dark on the left, what if there's a monster?" Wang Lei hesitated. "What happened with Old Zhao earlier... I still get scared thinking about it."

“The light on the right is too deliberate,” Huang Jingjing added. “Have you noticed that the light is very stable, without any flickering? It doesn’t look like natural light; it looks more like a trap.”

Bai didn't say anything. He walked to the fork in the road and looked in both directions.

The intersection on the left was pitch black, with only a faint smell of blood; the intersection on the right was bathed in warm yellow light, much like the lights in a nurses' station, and one could even hear soft music coming from inside.

“Let’s go to the left.” Bai made the decision. “The clues in the dungeon wouldn’t be hidden in such an obvious place, and the music on the right is too eerie; it’s clearly trying to lure us in.”

Everyone hesitated as they headed down the road to the left.

Just as I walked past, I heard a "bang" behind me. The wall at the fork in the road suddenly slammed shut, completely blocking the right-hand entrance.

"It really was a trap." Yu Wenjing patted her chest in lingering fear. "Luckily, I didn't choose the right side."

The corridor on the left is narrower than before, allowing only one person to pass at a time.

The walls were covered in dark red stains, I don’t know if it was blood or something else.

After walking for about ten minutes, a door finally appeared ahead. A sign on the door read "Dean's Office," and the sign was made of brass and covered in green rust. Bai stepped forward and pushed the door; it wasn't locked and creaked open.

The scene inside immediately came into view. The office was very large, with a huge mahogany desk in the center, piled with documents and a rusty iron box.

Several metal cabinets were placed in the corner, their doors open, with their contents scattered all over the floor.

The most eye-catching thing is the laboratory table in the center of the room, on which are placed several glass instruments and a dusty device that looks like some kind of machine.

"This is the dean's office?" Wang Lei looked around. "It doesn't look anything special!"

"Don't touch anything," Lin Xi warned. "Let's look for clues first. The clues to the 'emotional core' and 'emotional extractor' are definitely here."

Everyone immediately dispersed and began searching the office.

Liu Yun and Yu Chen were in charge of searching through the files on the desk, Zhang Yutong and Huang Jingjing checked the metal cabinet in the corner, Bai Ye and Yu Wenjing studied the device on the experimental table, and Chen Xiaoqiang held a flashlight to provide illumination.

"Come look at this!" Liu Yun exclaimed softly, holding a blueprint in her hand, her voice trembling with excitement. "This should be the blueprint for the 'Emotion Extractor'!"

Everyone immediately gathered around and saw a complex device drawn on the blueprint, with the names of each part labeled and detailed manufacturing instructions.

The bottom right corner of the drawing reads: "Emotion Extractor, capable of extracting human emotions and converting them into energy; positive emotions are the antidote, negative emotions are the poison."
"I see." Bai suddenly understood. "The director of this mental hospital is conducting experiments on emotions, using the patients' emotions to create drugs and energy. The rule of the instance, 'emotions are weaknesses,' is because negative emotions will be converted into power to attack us by the extractor."

"So, is the clue to clearing the level to destroy this extractor?" Yu Wenjing asked, her eyes fixed on the device on the lab table. "This device looks a lot like the one in the blueprints, could it be the extractor?"

Bai walked to the experimental table and carefully observed the device.

The device is made of metal and glass, with a circular container in the center containing a small amount of blue liquid.

There are several buttons nearby, but the writing on them is already blurred and illegible.

"It should be an abandoned extractor; the energy inside has been exhausted."

“I found this in the metal cabinet.” Zhang Yutong walked over with a notebook whose cover was rotten. “This is the dean’s diary, which records the process of the experiments.”

Everyone immediately flipped through the diary, and the contents made them all gasp in shock.

The diary entry states that the dean, in order to research the emotion extractor, captured many mental patients for experiments, forcibly extracting their emotions, causing many patients to lose control of their emotions and be devoured by monsters that materialized from their own emotions.

The last diary entry was ten years ago, and it contained only one sentence: "I lost control of my emotions, they all came, and I can't escape them."

“So those shadowy monsters were actually the emotional manifestations of the patients who died in the experiments back then.” Yu Wenjing’s voice trembled slightly. “What we are facing now is their resentment.”

"So how do we beat this game?" Chen Xiaoqiang couldn't help but ask. "Destroy all the extractors? Or find a way to control our emotions?"

Lin Xi didn't speak. She picked up the blueprint and looked at it carefully.

“Look here, it says, ‘The emotional core is located in the center of the extractor. Destroying the core will stop all emotional energy.’ In other words, you have to find the emotional core and destroy it.”