This actor is full of tricks.

With Lin Jue's skill in deceiving and bluffing, he easily fooled the male ghost with just a few words, making him nod blankly and agree to become Lin Jue's helper.

"That's a good tenant." Lin Jue couldn't help but laugh out loud. Although this male ghost wasn't very strong, and seemed to be weak even among E-level monsters, it was already quite good to have a helper in this kind of environment.

"My name is Xiang Yang. What's your name?"

Since we're going to become companions, knowing each other's names is the most basic thing.

"Just call me Xiao Qiu," the male ghost said weakly, shrinking back into the wardrobe, as if this small wardrobe could give him the greatest sense of security.

"Then you rest first, I'll call you if I need anything." Lin Jue considerately closed the cabinet door for Xiao Qiu and walked out of the room.

Looking at the tightly closed dormitory door, Lin Jue thought for a moment, then dragged the sofa that had been lying to one side to the door and used it to block the door.

After finishing all this, Lin Jue returned to his room and locked the door again. Although Xiao Qiu seemed harmless, he was still a cunning fellow. Since there was no basis for cooperation between the two sides, it was best to be cautious.

Next, the most important and final thing is to conduct an experiment to see if his physical condition will affect the other two timelines, and whether an injury during one timeline will affect the normal timeline.

He glanced at the rusty kitchen knife in his hand, thought for a moment, and then picked up a piece of broken glass from the ground. He went to the bathroom, washed it clean, and then cut his index finger.

The wound wasn't deep, but you could see the blood. It wasn't too painful, but it wouldn't heal too quickly either.

If his physical condition exists independently in the two timelines, then the wound on his finger will disappear when he returns to the normal timeline.

呲!
Just then, the toilet light, which had been off, suddenly turned on, illuminating the entire toilet. The musty smell in the air slowly dissipated, and the damaged and rotten furniture returned to normal.

Have we switched to the normal timeline?
Lin Jue glanced at his index finger, where the bleeding wound had disappeared, proving that his physical condition was independent in the two timelines.

"If I die in the normal timeline of this script, will I also die in the desolate timeline?"

"Or, will the deaths of other characters affect the wasteland timeline?"

Having confirmed one of his guesses, Lin Jue had another question in his mind, but he couldn't actively seek to verify it. He couldn't just take a knife and start hacking around in the normal timeline, could he?

Lin Jue didn't come out of the bathroom until his stomach started rumbling. He even went to check another bedroom, but Xiao Qiu was gone, and the wardrobe was empty, filled with the scent of mothballs.

"This guy is also an intern. The two timelines are less than a year apart. He should be in the same year as Xiangyang, but I don't know which department he's in?"

"If I try to build a good relationship with him in this timeline first, will it affect the desolate timeline that follows?"

Lin Jue had another question in his mind, but the concept of time was mysterious and unfathomable. Throughout history, countless scientists had failed to unravel its secrets. Although Lin Jue felt that his brain was quite capable, he did not think he could figure out the mystery of time. He could only try to run into Xiao Qiu and conduct some experiments.

He tidied himself up a bit and went downstairs to the cafeteria, but since it was past midnight, there was no food available. He had no choice but to leave the hospital and find a noodle shop outside to grab a bite.

The outside world seemed normal, bustling with traffic and people. This script was a perfect replica of the real world, unlike the worlds in my previous experiences, which were full of flaws.

"I wonder if there's a fog in this script world..." Lin Jue thought with a mischievous grin, then casually walked into a noodle shop and ordered a bowl of noodles. Before the noodles even arrived, his gaze was drawn to a figure outside.

It was Dong Jian. He looked tired as he stood across the street waiting for the traffic light. He seemed to have just finished his morning work and was about to come out for a bite to eat.

Seeing this, Lin Jue immediately stood up and walked out of the noodle shop, while instructing the owner: "Make another bowl of noodles, add a portion of beef, no, add a double portion."

If there's anyone he cares about most right now, besides Qin Lang, who's nowhere to be found, and Number 1, it's Dong Jian.

He waited by the street, and just then, the pedestrian light turned green, and Dong Jian walked over with the flow of people.

"Director Dong! Director Dong!" Lin Jue raised his hand and waved frantically at Dong Jian.

Upon hearing the voice, Dong Jian paused, and upon seeing Lin Jue, his expression showed obvious hesitation, but he still walked towards Lin Jue.

Lin Jue, acting as if they were old friends, said warmly, "Director Dong, you just had a break? You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

"I just came out to grab a bite, I have a meeting this afternoon." Dong Jian nodded slightly, his attitude as stiff as it was this morning, carrying a sense of distance and indifference.

Lin Jue had long since developed a thick skin in the entertainment industry, so he wasn't embarrassed at all by Dong Jian's attitude. Instead, he became even more enthusiastic: "Perfect timing. I'm eating noodles at that noodle shop right there. Why don't you do me the honor of eating with me, Director? I also have a question I'd like to ask Director Dong."

Dong Jian looked in the direction Lin Jue was pointing, hesitated for a moment, and then agreed.

The two entered the noodle shop, just as the owner was serving the noodles covered with beef. Before Dong Jian could speak, Lin Jue laughed and said, "I saw the director in the shop, so I asked the owner to cook an extra bowl to save some time."

He pulled out chopsticks from the container and handed them to Dong Jian: "I didn't know your preferences, Director, so I just ordered a bowl randomly."

Dong Jian took the chopsticks: "Thank you."

"No problem." Lin Jue picked up a mouthful of noodles and put it in his mouth. "The taste is alright. Director Dong, you should try it."

The two of them ate their noodles in silence with their heads down, neither of them speaking again. Although Lin Jue had many questions he wanted to ask, he was not familiar with Dong Jian at the moment, and he would probably not get any answers if he asked. Instead, it might make the other party feel distant from him.

It's not too late to gradually build a relationship before asking.

"Which school did you graduate from?" Dong Jian asked after they had almost finished eating.

Fortunately, Lin Jue had seen Xiang Yang's resume in his desk drawer and knew about Xiang Yang, so he calmly replied, "Sanjiang Medical University, Department of Psychiatry, just graduated with a master's degree."

"Hmm, it's a very good school." Dong Jian pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth. "It's a pity he chose the wrong major and came to the wrong hospital."

"This hospital looks impressive; it's the only specialized psychiatric hospital in Sanjiang, but in reality..."

Dong Jian didn't finish speaking, then shook his head again: "Don't be too enthusiastic about this job. Find an opportunity to resign voluntarily in a couple of days." (End of Chapter)