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

"boom!"

Before Zhou Ke'er could dodge or even peek inside, another shot rang out. Zhou Ke'er managed to move to the side, thankfully only hitting her shoulder and not her head.

"Help! Murder!"

Zhou Ke'er made a quick decision. While struggling to control her slightly stiff body, she rolled on the spot and hid behind the open door, shouting loudly at the top of her lungs.

"what's the situation?"

Because of her limited mobility, Honghe, who was following behind, quickened her pace and walked towards Zhou Ke'er.

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21. I'm not going to be human anymore, Zhou Zhou!

"Is...is it a person?"

A timid voice came from inside.

Zhou Ke'er thought about it carefully for a moment, and then answered with a rather meticulous spirit: "Not human."

Indeed! She was shot but felt no pain, and the blood that came out was already starting to turn dark. Zhou Ke'er probably can no longer be accurately described as a person.

However, to the person inside the room, these words sounded rather sarcastic.

"I'm so sorry! Are you alright? I misread it just now, I thought you were depressed..."

A young girl in a police uniform rushed out, apologizing profusely as she ran, until she saw Zhou Ke'er's appearance.

Hmm, the skin had turned bluish-gray, no blood was gushing from the wound, and the pupils were slightly cloudy...

"Zombies."

Seeing the woman speechless and dumbfounded, Zhou Ke'er kindly helped her finish speaking.

"Are you a human or a zombie?!"

The woman took a few steps back, trembling, and pointed her gun at Zhou Ke'er, asking a question.

As for the flamingo following behind, as soon as it saw the woman come out, it instinctively lunged to the side, forcibly bending its stiff knees and crouching behind a bunch of obstacles made of broken chairs and the like to hide itself.

"Not a person, nor a zombie. To be precise, someone who is about to become a zombie, hmm."

Zhou Ke'er tilted her head and thought for a moment before answering very carefully.

"Huh? This...."

The woman looked at Zhou Ke'er in surprise and stammered, "But...but normally, if a body becomes like yours, it should have lost its mind and become a zombie! How long have you been infected?"

How long have you been infected...? Well, Zhou Ke'er just estimated that question when she was bored.

I rushed out of that street, and was chased for about five or six streets, which took about twenty minutes. I had just been in the cell for about half an hour...

"It's been almost an hour, that's about it."

Zhou Ke'er replied.

"An hour?"

The woman was shocked. "You should have completely lost your mind in half an hour at most! There are so many people in the police station, and not a single one of them has been infected. Do you have a special constitution?"

Even so, you're probably nearing your breaking point, aren't you?

"emmm..."

Zhou Ke'er pulled out another bottle of high-dose steroids, "This is all thanks to Shenbao!"

As he spoke, he coughed twice, held up the medicine bottle, and looked like a pyramid scheme leader, saying, "If a man wants healthy kidneys, he should drink Shenbao. After drinking it, he'll be faster than Liu Xiang and taller than Yao Ming. One bottle will refresh your mind, two bottles will keep you from getting tired, and three bottles will grant you immortality. Oh yeah! Shenbao tastes amazing."

"???"

The woman stared intently at the bottle in Zhou Ke'er's hand. "Steroids? What does this have to do with viruses? What is Shenbao?"

"Tch, boring."

Zhou Ke'er pursed her lips. People who don't know how to catch jokes are really boring. Sure enough, she'll need to bring her own witty comedian and straight man in the future, otherwise it'll be so dull. "Anyway, eating this stuff will make you last longer."

To be honest, he had thought about how long he could hold on.

However, without scientific evidence and with extremely scarce experimental data, Zhou Ke'er could only infer based on the available information.

Honghe ate five pills, which lasted longer than Zhang He... According to her own estimate, she lasted about half an hour longer, but she hasn't turned into a zombie yet, so it's hard to say exactly how long.

Zhou Ke'er ate most of the bottle; although the bottle was quite large, it probably didn't contain more than forty pills...

Zhou Ke'er glanced at the bottle shell. Hmm, there were thirty-six pills in total. If she ate most of them... that would be about twenty pills.

According to Honghe's estimate—if her estimate is accurate, that is to say, if the drug's effects remain unchanged, it can last for about an hour... If the drug's effects weaken... then it's hard to say. To be pessimistic, it won't last more than forty minutes at most.

"Taking five pills can probably keep you going for another twenty minutes."

Zhou Ke'er shrugged and tossed the medicine bottle to the woman. "But it seems like it won't work once you're infected."

"Is...is that so?"

The woman frantically tried to catch the medicine bottle, but because she was holding a gun, the bottle fell to the ground. Fortunately, the cap was on tightly, and no medicine spilled out.

Honghe figured the situation was probably safe now, and the policewoman seemed pretty easy to talk to... no, I mean, pretty easy to talk to, so she stood up from behind the pile of obstacles and walked over.

"Ah! Zombies!"

The policewoman gasped in surprise and then frantically pointed her gun at the flamingo.

"I...haven't become...a zombie yet, for now."

Honghe managed to utter these words with difficulty, feeling that her vocal cords were severely damaged.

As for Zhou Ke'er, after thinking about how much time she had left, she realized that time was running out, so she hurriedly went into the armory to grab some guns or something.

The result was that... it was completely empty, with nothing left.

unacceptable!

Zhou Ke'er made a wasted trip and even got shot twice – a huge loss!

"Ashiba...."

Zhou Ke'er sighed, turned around—no, she turned and left.

"Sir...where are you going?"

The policewoman quickly stepped forward, pointing to the flamingo, "And that... miss, is she your companion?"

"He figured he was going to die soon, so he used his last moments to go sightseeing. Oh, you mean her? Yes, that's right."

Zhou Ke'er shrugged. "What, are you going to follow me? I can't guarantee I won't suddenly lose my temper and bite you."

"No...no...um, are you alright? You were just shot twice..."

The woman quickly shook her head and asked incoherently.

"Hmm, I don't feel anything. I guess I'm about to turn into a zombie."

Zhou Ke'er thought about it and realized that she really didn't feel any pain from the wound, which was quite strange.

"Um... my name is Nina, and you are...?"

Nina, holding her gun, cautiously followed Zhou Ke'er a few steps behind. "Where are you going?"

"You can call me Mr. Big Joke, um, something like that."

Zhou Ke'er casually replied, "As for where to go... I don't know, we'll just go wherever we end up."

At this moment, Honghe slowly approached and whispered behind Zhou Ke'er, "Although the mod world has a high degree of freedom, no matter how you look at it, the mod wouldn't arrange a useless NPC, right? Maybe we can get some information from her."

Zhou Ke'er paused for a moment upon hearing this, then turned her head and whispered, "No... but in fact, this is just a coincidence. If I hadn't come to check out the armory, I wouldn't have even run into it. What a coincidence!"

Even so, since we're almost done with this anyway, it doesn't matter if we kill some time like this.

A thought flashed through Zhou Ke'er's mind, and he made an OK sign to the flamingo.

immediately....

"What...do you know about this disaster?!"

Zhou Ke'er took a deep breath, stopped in her tracks, and then suddenly turned around, looking at Nina with a serious expression and asking.

That's right, this is his self-created interrogation-style communication method! The success rate of extracting information is as high as 50%! Although the chance of getting beaten up is also as high as 99%.

"Huh! What? I don't know anything about this!"

Nina stumbled back a few steps in alarm, covering her mouth and trembling as she answered, "Why do you ask that!"

Oh wow... that expression is the epitome of trying to cover something up...

Did they actually manage to trick him? Is this guy just incredibly cowardly or completely terrified...?

Zhou Ke'er muttered under her breath, her expression unchanged, "It actually works... This is too unbelievable!"

The flamingo's soft voice came from behind Zhou Ke'er: "Heh, boring routine...how boring. The difficult difficulty modules are all the same, why can't there be anything more interesting?"

Zhou Ke'er pursed her lips. This guy Honghe seems to live by being interesting, yet he thinks nothing is interesting. This kind of life is simply self-torture.

"Hmph, why do you think I found this place? It's because I figured out a few things..."

Zhou Ke'er habitually pushed up her non-existent glasses, instantly switching to a villainous expression. "As for that bottle of medicine, do you think I could have gotten this kind of medicine if I didn't know anything? You don't really think it's just ordinary steroids, do you?"

Well, it's not exactly a lie; it's definitely not ordinary, it's a high dose...

"Varied..."

Nina panicked and raised her pistol. Seeing Zhou Ke'er approaching, she gritted her teeth and fired several shots at him.

Unfortunately, in her haste, she forgot to shoot him in the head, and Zhou Ke'er didn't feel anything even after being shot several times.

"Heh, your resistance is futile; you're only attracting more zombies. If you want to live, tell me the truth, and I'll consider taking you out alive."

Zhou Ke'er smiled sinisterly, "You know, I'm in such a state that I don't have much of a chance to live. My only remaining wish is to find out what really happened. If you insist on resisting... I can't guarantee what I might do..."

"Hehehehehe!"

Zhou Ke'er let out a chilling laugh.

Honghe felt it was difficult to even stand, so she leaned against the wall. "Wow, you act so convincingly!"

Zhou Ke'er glanced at Hong He with disdain and said proudly, "What do you mean by acting! What do you mean by being lifelike! Mine is clearly good, you really have no taste."

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