After drawing cards, the evil god became my source of吐槽 (tu cao, a form of humorous commentary/criti

Chapter 41 Bloodstained Hospital (20)

At this moment, the Blood Song Doll held out for thirty seconds before being torn to pieces by the mystery, with the remaining nursery rhymes still floating in the air.

"You're not my father...you're not my father..."

It let out a low growl.

An Jing immediately took it back; the contamination level on the card was as high as thirty!
She could even sense the doll's distress.

"Thanks a lot."

Perhaps it was because she had become the doll's owner that An Jing developed a subtle empathy for its feelings.

005 made a quick decision: "An Jing, hide in the back! Everyone else, use the 'Cluster Suppression' item!"

The seven people acted simultaneously, deploying magnetic shielding and converging mental shockwaves into a blazing white pillar that struck the mysterious head directly!

"Boom-!!"

The entire space suddenly trembled!
In the darkness, the monster, a mixture of human obsession and eerie qualities, took a half step back, but nothing happened.

It's getting a little impatient.

More importantly, that Blood Rumor Doll...

An Jing was shielded behind 003, her heart still pounding.

She stared straight ahead, her voice low, almost a whisper: "You're not my father..."

I was reminded of the song that Blood Ballad Doll always sings.

The system paused.

What are you doing?

“System,” An Jing whispered, his eyes fixed on the mysterious creature standing at the edge of the battle circle, “Didn’t you see it?”

"[What did you see?]" the system responded alertly, its tone still tinged with lingering shock. "[You mean the Blood Curse Doll? The Blood Curse Doll lasted a full thirty seconds. That's pretty strong, quite impressive.]"

“No.” An Jing had a different opinion. “I mean… it reacts.”

"That mysterious creature reacts when it listens to music."

The system paused for a moment, then said: "Isn't that normal? The Blood Curse Doll is a mental pollution card; it's particularly sensitive to fluctuations in mental energy and can interfere with high-level mysterious emotions."

“Yes, but didn’t you notice something was wrong?” An Jing shook his head, a sharp glint of calm appearing in his eyes. “The Blood Rumor Doll isn’t very strong. Logically, it shouldn’t last more than ten seconds, but it held out against ‘Dr. Du’ for half a minute.”

[...] The system did not immediately refute, but thought about it carefully.

“And think about it carefully, what is it singing about?” An Jing said step by step, “'Mom is crying, Dad is laughing, they all say I am their little baby, you are not my dad,' these words are accusations.”

"She is accusing her father."

The system has stopped.

“You’re right to say that the Blood Song Doll’s lyrics were part of its design,” An Jing said softly. “But if the lyrics were just background music, the Mysterious One shouldn’t have been controlled by its emotions for so long. But it was controlled, and even became angry.”

"So, it wasn't the Mysterious Ones who were affected, it was Dr. Du who was affected."

The air seemed to tremble slightly at that moment.

The system seemed to finally realize something, its speech quickening: "[You mean, Dr. Du's consciousness is still inside the mysterious body?!]"

“That’s right.” An Jing let out a soft breath, as if he had finally grasped that glimmer of light. “That mysterious creature, which fused with Dr. Du’s body, failed to completely devour his consciousness. That thirty-second stalemate wasn’t a problem with the card’s strength, but rather with the mysterious creature’s internal division.”

"Ruan Ruan is Dr. Du's obsession. Hearing the lyrics, Dr. Du reacted."

She held the card, which was already 30% contaminated, and felt the faint "grievance" emanating from the Blood Ballad Doll.

“I’m going to try again,” An Jing said.

【No, you can't still use the Blood Curse Doll. It's badly damaged; the contamination level will get out of control.】

"Who told you I was going to use the Blood Curse Doll? System, it's shameful that you're so eager to exploit child labor."

system:"……"

Then, An Jing looked at 005, who was constantly throwing props, and asked calmly, "Do you trust me?"

005 is already at its wit's end.

The biggest weakness of the 404 Special Service is this: they don't have many secret methods of mental pollution.

If he were a martial arts-type mystery, he could bring everyone along to fight.

However, this is a type of mental pollution.

Faced with such a powerful and mysterious form of mental pollution, the props they had could only hold out for a short while.

This was simply to buy time, to give the outside world time to maintain a complete lockdown.

Yes, lockdown.

It's like burying this place alive and sealing it off forever.

These lamplighters were merely death knells, delaying operatives. 005 felt powerless, but couldn't show it.

If this is shown, everyone's morale will collapse.

At this point, 005 naturally believed her.

After all, they were able to wake up from such severe pollution thanks to her.

More importantly, she was not contaminated.

After a moment of silence, he nodded: "Just tell me what you can do, and I'll cooperate fully."

She has far more tricks up her sleeve than they do now.

After all, he is someone who possesses the Primordial Source.

It wouldn't be surprising if they brought out some amazing treasure.

"Okay." An Jing took a deep breath and threw the card out again.

"Come out."

"Soul Controller".

The air distorted again. An Jing smiled, and the image of Ruan Ruan appeared in his mind, which he then had the Soul Controller portray.

"Ruan Ruan" suddenly appeared in this space.

"dad."

The singing voice, like a thin thread, pierced through the air and went straight into that mysterious ear.

It stopped abruptly.

Something was slowly struggling inside my chest.

An Jing quietly took a step forward, her voice as low as a whisper: "...Dr. Du, if you can hear me...do you still remember Ruan Ruan's voice?"

Her words were like a needle, piercing through the mysterious shell beneath which something was sealed off.

"She's the most important person to you, right?"

"You brought her to this hospital, hoping to cure her illness, you made countless efforts for her... but in the end, she still..."

An Jing dared not utter the word "death".

too cruel.

But she knew that the word had long been embedded in Dr. Du's consciousness, echoing every night.

Gumi suddenly lowered his head.

A very low whimper came from its body.

Dr. Du responded.

“You don’t want to kill anyone,” An Jing continued, her voice hoarse yet clear, with a seductive quality. “You just want her to come back.”

"Dr. Du, look, Ruan Ruan is waiting for you here."

"Ruan Ruan" cried at this moment, her voice uttering each word slowly and deliberately:
"Dad, why did you leave me behind?"

“You left me there, I was so scared.”

"Dad, look, I can stand up, and I can walk now."

"Dad, what happened to you? I don't want you to be like this. Please come back."

At that moment, the mysterious body suddenly shuddered, as if it had been struck hard by a blunt object.

That wasn't an external attack, but an internal one...

Torn.

005's eyes flashed, and he roared, "Release the 'Mental Purification Anchor'!"

The team members immediately coordinated, activating all seven mental anchors at once. The magnetic fields instantly converged into a net, trapping the mysterious entity that had begun to convulse violently in the center.

"Dr. Du" opened his mouth wide and let out a hoarse, very low sob.

It was the sob of his will.

“Ruan…Ruan…”

The sound was so faint that it was almost inaudible.

But An Jing heard it.

“If you really still remember Ruan Ruan…” her voice choked with emotion, “then change back.”

The mysterious body trembled violently; it struggled, resisted, and retreated.

(End of this chapter)