A Psychiatrist's Bizarre Game Journey / Dream of the Mist

Zhou Ke'er went to the kitchen, poured herself a glass of water, gulped it down, and then casually said, "You must have sensed my death in the game. Speaking of which, how could you sense it from so far away in the game, even when we weren't in the same world?"

"It was my dereliction of duty that I failed to protect my master. Please punish me!"

Upon hearing this, Porius breathed a sigh of relief before speaking to Zhou Ke'er.

"..."

Zhou Ke'er was too lazy to pay attention to Porius, who was too engrossed in playing role-playing games. She casually opened her communication bracelet to check if there were any messages—this is probably a bad habit that most people have.

Unfortunately, Zhou Ke'er was prejudiced and assumed that her death in the game was noticed by Porius. If she had asked more questions, she would have found that the "aura of Cronus" that Porius had sensed disappeared before his death.

Well, they might notice but not care, since given the time flow in the event module, the difference between these two points in time in reality isn't that long.

"Huh? Two missed calls, and there were no notifications? I didn't turn on Do Not Disturb while I was playing the game... Oh, the contact in the blacklist, it's him... I see."

Zhou Ke'er was surprised to find that someone was calling her so late. The caller was her annoying older brother, Zhou Nasen, well, he was her cousin.

Well, that guy isn't exactly a bad person. If I had to describe him... he's the quintessential rich, handsome, and successful type. He doesn't do the things that spoiled brats do, and he's actually quite capable. He might even fit the template of the perfect second male lead in an urban romance novel.

As for why Zhou Ke'er hates this guy... it's because Zhou Ke'er clearly wants to live a carefree life, just waiting to die and squander her savings, but that guy insists on helping her out and making her perform well, which makes her very angry.

Well... how should I put it? It's not exactly that I hate them... it's more like knowing that your elders are doing it for your own good, but you just can't be bothered to listen to their nagging.

Zhou Ke'er scratched her head in frustration, waved for Bolius to go play by himself, then took a glass of water and went back to her bedroom. She closed the door and angrily called him back.

The call was answered very quickly.

"Hello? What's up, calling in the middle of the night?"

Zhou Ke'er sat down in the chair and casually turned on the computer. Since she couldn't sleep anyway, she decided not to bother.

"Sorry, I haven't adjusted to the time difference yet. I just subconsciously thought you weren't asleep either."

The communication bracelet transmitted Zhou Nasen's gentle voice.

"...I wasn't asleep, I just didn't want to answer your call."

Zhou Ke'er pursed her lips and asked bluntly, "What's going on this time?"

"It's nothing major, it's just that I happen to have a variety show on my team, and the filming location is your mental hospital..."

"Holy crap?! Are you crazy?! Do you want me to check if you've lost your mind too?"

Zhou Ke'er almost spat out her water, and asked in shock, "Filming a variety show in a mental hospital? How could you even think of that?"

“I checked. Your mental hospital hasn’t had more than fifty patients come for treatment in the last ten days. At this rate, it won’t be long before it has to close down. The inpatients are a bit of a hassle, but they can be transferred to other mental hospitals. But now that you’re unemployed, where are you going to go and mess around?”

"No...this..."

“Although our family bought that mental hospital, we didn’t allocate any funds to it. Even I can’t just spend that much money casually. So using variety shows to promote it is the best way I can. After all, look at the current situation. If we can gain fame and take on most of the mental health diagnoses for patients with that disease, we can barely get through this difficult time.”

"...So, no one stopped you from filming a variety show in a mental hospital?!"

“I convinced those who tried to stop me. After all, most people are afraid to go out and can only stay at home because of that disease, so the number of people watching the show and the number of such shows will increase. Instead of using the same content and other similar shows to compete for viewers, it is better to find a different way.”

"Oh... alright then, it's your own decision anyway, you should already be prepared for the possibility of failing..."

Zhou Ke'er was persuaded and had no reason to stop him, plus it had nothing to do with him personally anyway...

"Oh, by the way, you'll be participating in the filming too."

"WTF? Are you kidding me?"

Zhou Ke'er was stunned when she heard this. She was about to protest when she found that the other party had already hung up the phone.

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"Haa...."

Zhou Ke'er pushed open the door of the mental hospital listlessly, yawning as she looked around inside.

After receiving that phone call, Zhou Ke'er, who already couldn't sleep, became even more unable to sleep. She tried calling back, but the guy wouldn't answer. He was determined to act first and ask questions later. What a heartless maggot!

"You're late again."

Hu Tao leaned against the front desk with a helpless expression, watching the staff busy setting up the filming location. Hearing the door open, she instinctively turned around and saw Zhou Ke'er. "And... what's going on? We weren't notified at all..."

"Ah, I've been notified."

Zhou Ke'er squinted and said, "I'm the only one who received the notification."

"?"

Hu Tao looked completely bewildered. "You received a notification? So what's going on?"

"Come on, your acting is terrible, how could you not know that? What are you trying to do?"

While yawning, Zhou Ke'er ruthlessly exposed Hu Tao's clumsy acting skills.

"Tch, where has the most basic trust between people gone?"

Hu Tao pouted unhappily, "I was just hoping you'd casually say something like, 'Since that's the case, why don't you try participating in the filming too?'"

"Your family owns a peach orchard?"

Zhou Ke'er's lips twitched. "Besides... what's the point of you asking me to participate? You go and talk to them. I really hope you can replace me."

"Oh, my foolish little brother, it seems you're spouting unrealistic nonsense again."

Just then, a well-dressed man, a full head taller than Zhou Ke'er, with handsome features and an air of elegance, walked over. Although his words immediately ruined the atmosphere: "Our family really wants to see you perform on TV."

"Hope my foot! I don't want to at all... Do you want to see me make a fool of myself?"

Zhou Ke'er pouted, "Why don't you go up yourself? Isn't your image perfect?"

"No, no, no, your image is more suitable for a mental hospital."

Zhou Nasen answered with a perfectly standard smile.

"...Are you implying something about me?!"

Zhou Ke'er glared at him with dead fish eyes, clearly annoyed.

"That's right, you're right."

Zhou Nasen reached out and grabbed Zhou Ke'er's shoulder, turned her around, and gave her a push: "Alright, alright, why are you still worrying about this? Hurry up and go get your makeup and clothes done! We're about to start filming!"

"Damn it, why should I wear makeup?!"

"Make up to be a mental patient!"

"What the hell?"

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By the time Zhou Ke'er appeared, they had already finished a long opening speech. Zhou Ke'er had originally wanted to see it, but unfortunately, that was not the case.

Zhou Ke'er and several other people dressed in hospital gowns sat in a row on small stools.

"Oh? Let me see... Our first task today is..."

A middle-aged man who looked like a big brother held a thing that looked like a task card in his hand and said to the other participants, "Huh? This is not the first task of today. It's just a warm-up activity."

Besides him, there were four other celebrities participating in the show, two men and two women, although Zhou Ke'er didn't recognize any of them.

Based on their appearances, Zhou Ke'er secretly nicknamed them: Big Brother, Pretty Boy, Strong Man, White Lotus, and Bitch.

Hmm, this lineup is quite complete.

"Huh? A warm-up activity? That sounds interesting~ What is it?"

Bai Lianhua asked with a very expectant look on her face.

"A warm-up activity means the tasks this time are definitely going to be difficult, or at least we won't be used to them, so they need us to warm up. Hmm, thinking about it that way, I'm starting to worry. If only I were as naive as Yun-mei!"

Bitch immediately took over the conversation, analyzed the situation for a while, and then smiled very kindly at White Lotus.

"No way, it's me! I'm so envious of you, Sister Si! You're so smart, you can figure these things out on your own without needing anyone else. I can't do that, I can only ask all the brothers for help, boohoo~"

The white lotus flower put on an envious look and said pitifully.

Wow, they started trash-talking each other right from the start?! This show is interesting, bro!

Zhou Ke'er raised an eyebrow, suddenly showing some interest. Well, she just thought the show was interesting; she definitely wasn't lusting after those sluts.

"Warm-up activities are..."

The older brother drew out his words, keeping everyone in suspense, and refused to say anything.

"It must be related to them, right?"

The pretty boy couldn't hold back any longer and pointed at Zhou Ke'er and the others, asking with a smile.

The older brother nodded upon hearing this, and then continued, "That's right, our warm-up activity is... to find the normal person among these mental patients who is pretending to be mentally ill."

The pretty boy said, "Oh? This warm-up activity is quite interesting."

"However, for safety reasons, we can only ask them questions, not lay a hand on them."

The older brother continued to add.

"Huh? Is that so? Then it seems like a problem I can't solve... I'll leave it to you guys!"

Upon hearing this, the burly man frowned, scratched his head, and addressed the others.

Interesting? Interesting my foot... Surely no one actually thinks there's a mental patient among them? No way, no way? How could such dangerous people really be sitting here filming a show like this? Of course, the people next to Zhou Ke'er are all doctors and nurses in disguise; not a single one of them is really mentally ill.

Zhou Ke'er couldn't help but purse her lips.

"Alright, let's not delay any longer. Who wants to ask the first question?"

The older brother nodded and asked the others.

"I'll go first."

The pretty boy volunteered and started asking from the first person—there were four people on Zhou Ke'er's side, and he was the last—the pretty boy cleared his throat and said, "Are you male or female?"

The first person to pretend to be a patient was a male doctor. He looked at the pretty boy with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot and lied, "A woman."

"Okay, this patient is very likely suffering from gender dysphoria, which is suspicious."

The pretty boy nodded seriously.

"Wow, as expected of Brother Hao, he's amazing!"

Upon seeing this, Bai Lianhua immediately seized the opportunity to clap and cheer.