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

Dior immediately turned around, kicked open the window on the wall behind him, and nimbly climbed out, running away without looking back.

## Chapter 339, Section 334: The Anomaly

"!"

Zhou Ke'er suddenly opened her eyes, almost jumping up from her chair. She staggered and fell onto the desk, her temples throbbing. A wave of nausea washed over her, and she couldn't help but cover her mouth and dry heave.

Zhou Ke'er didn't quite remember what happened in the last part of that module, but she vaguely remembered that because her emotions were too intense, the system judged that it might cause irreparable damage to her mental health, and she was forced to disconnect and exit the game.

Fortunately, he had turned off the emergency ambulance service early in the morning, otherwise he might have been carried away by now.

Zhou Ke'er slumped back into the chair, her eyes closed, rubbing her temples which were throbbing with pain, barely managing to maintain the bare minimum of her ability to think.

Looking back now... Zhou Ke'er has to admit that her mental state at the end of the game was really off.

Could it be... that using that special spiritual power also causes mental pollution to Zhou Ke'er herself?

Thinking this, Zhou Ke'er forced herself to stay alert, trying to recall what exactly happened at the end of the module, after she and Li Yu were both severely injured...

"!!!"

Zhou Ke'er suddenly opened his eyes and uncontrollably slid off the chair, kneeling helplessly on the ground. He felt as if his stomach was having a physiological spasm—just now, while recalling, he seemed to have seen an eye, an eye that was completely indescribable, and... even though he had just seen it, he could no longer remember what the eye looked like, as if it had been directly erased from his memory.

This triggered a nameless fear in Zhou Ke'er almost instinctively—you see, for someone as carefree as Zhou Ke'er, there's basically nothing that can frighten him, not even the ghosts and strange beings he encountered in the game.

But this fear doesn't arise from reason or emotion; it stems from the instincts of the human species.

Cold sweat streamed down his forehead and dripped to the ground. After a long while, Zhou Ke'er finally managed to regain control of her movements.

"Go wash your face first..."

Zhou Ke'er struggled to get up from the ground, trying her best to regulate her breathing as she walked towards the sink in the room—luckily, every office in the mental hospital was equipped with a sink, otherwise, given Zhou Ke'er's current state, she might have been forced to go to the hospital for emergency treatment while walking to the restroom.

Lost in thought, Zhou Ke'er rested her hands on the edge of the sink and subconsciously looked in the mirror, preparing to examine her current disheveled appearance.

"pat"

A sound like something falling to the ground came from the desk.

Zhou Ke'er subconsciously turned his head to look—he had thought it was something like a ballpoint pen, but there was nothing there; the ground was clean and there was nothing at all.

"What...did it fall somewhere?"

Zhou Ke'er muttered to herself, but didn't take it to heart...

"Huh?! Wait a minute?!"

Suddenly, Zhou Ke'er felt a sudden pang of heartache, and a strong sense of unease welled up inside him. He suddenly realized something was very wrong: "Wait... when I turned my head just now, the reflection in the mirror didn't turn my head!"

Realizing this, Zhou Ke'er turned her head sharply and stared intently at the mirror.

He's laughing.

Zhou Ke'er is smiling in the mirror.

"Shut up! Did I tell you to laugh?!"

Zhou Ke'er punched her reflection in the mirror and complained with extreme displeasure.

It's one thing to laugh, but to laugh so horribly is another.

The moment Zhou Ke'er's hand touched the mirror, the surrounding scene instantly changed.

All the light seemed to have disappeared, and the surroundings were completely dark.

Zhou Ke'er felt something slowly flowing beneath her feet, like a cold, icy pool of water.

A strange, inexplicable malice emanated from above, but nothing could be seen; one could only feel as if drops of spring water were splashing on the forehead, but not flowing down the face.

eye.

All eyes were drawn to an indescribable eye.

Zhou Ke'er felt a sharp pain in her temple and instinctively staggered back two steps.

When I opened my eyes again, everything around me had returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Zhou Ke'er looked at herself in the mirror. The scene in the mirror had returned to normal. She saw that her bangs were soaked with sweat and clung softly to her forehead. Her face was terribly pale, and her lips were completely bloodless. But...

Only the eyes.

Zhou Ke'er keenly sensed that something seemed off about her eyes. It wasn't that they were filled with black mist or bloodshot. Zhou Ke'er was already familiar with this; it happened every now and then in the game. How could that be considered strange?

But apart from that, he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong. He only sensed that there was no madness or violence in her eyes; if he had to describe it... it would be "chaos." But even that wasn't quite accurate; it was a feeling that was hard to put into words. Because at the same time, Zhou Ke'er's eyes were equally calm, or rather... composed. It was a contradictory feeling, a mixture of chaos and composure.

But Zhou Ke'er knew that these expressions did not come from her own body.

"pat..."

A splash of crimson bloomed on the surface of the water in the sink.

Zhou Ke'er reached out and wiped the tip of her nose.

It smells of rust.

"Huh...huh..."

Looking at herself in the mirror, Zhou Ke'er noticed a blood-red stain that had spread from the tip of her nose to the right side of her cheek due to her hasty wiping earlier, making her look somewhat disheveled.

But for some reason, his eyes had returned to normal.

"dong dong dong..."

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Zhou Ke'er instinctively wanted to ask who it was, but he only managed to utter one syllable before his dry, hoarse voice completely distorted the sound. He had no choice but to cough twice forcefully before asking in a hoarse voice, "Who is it?"

After saying that, he quickly turned on the tap and hurriedly washed his face—at least to make himself look less sinister.

"It is your most respected Lord Hu Tao!"

Hu Tao's voice could be heard outside.

Now, Zhou Ke'er wasn't in a hurry to wash the bloodstains off her face anymore; she suddenly had a good idea.

He took two steps at a time, quickly walked behind the desk, immediately sat down in the chair, and then reached out to open the bottle of red ink on the desk and spilled it onto the desk.

Then, he pretended to be dead and lay face down on the table, motionless and not responding to Hu Tao.

Because she will definitely open the door and come in herself.

Sure enough, less than ten seconds later, there was a creaking sound as the door opened.

"Hey, what do you mean? You shut up as soon as you heard it was me? You look down on me...???"

## Chapter 340, Section 335: Erosion

Hu Tao looked at Zhou Ke'er, who was lying motionless on the desk covered in red liquid, and at the words "The murderer is..." that he had not yet finished writing on the desk with his right hand, which was dipped in red liquid.

"Hey! Red ink is so hard to wash off, you idiot! Have you put away all the documents on the table?! And... you even wrote those three ellipses, why don't you write down who the murderer is while you're at it?!"

As expected of someone who had been Zhou Ke'er's colleague for so long, Hu Tao immediately understood what Zhou Ke'er was doing. She rushed over to gather up the documents and papers on the desk in an attempt to salvage the situation, all the while complaining to him.

Immediately, she saw Zhou Ke'er's right index finger twitch, dip it in red ink, and add two more words below the ellipsis—"walnut."

Then Zhou Ke'er stopped moving again.

Hu Tao's face instantly darkened, and she couldn't help but twitch her lips. She reached for a bottle of black ink next to her, pretended to unscrew the cap, and moved it towards Zhou Ke'er's head, threatening, "If you keep lying here pretending to be dead, I'll pour this bottle of black ink on your head and dye your hair for free."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ke'er immediately jumped up, but unexpectedly, with a "thud," Zhou Ke'er's head hit Hu Tao's hand. Caught off guard, Hu Tao instinctively let go, and the ink bottle was knocked over directly above Zhou Ke'er's head, pouring ink all over her face.

“…”

Zhou Ke'er felt the ink flowing down from the top of her head and realized that she no longer needed to hide why she was pale, since everything was now completely black.

He was about to say something when he suddenly saw that behind the opened door, Hu Tao, who was about to come in, was looking at him with a surprised expression.

"??"

Zhou Ke'er's pupils suddenly contracted, and she quickly looked at "Hu Tao" beside her, only to see that after she gave a strange grin, she suddenly disappeared, as if she had never been there at all—while the bottle of black ink was still standing perfectly intact on the desk, completely unopened.

Zhou Ke'er subconsciously reached out and touched her face, then looked at the liquid on her hand—only the red ink from when she had just been lying on the table remained, without a trace of black.

"!"

What just happened?

Hallucination?

But the feeling of ink flowing down from above is definitely real, isn't it?

and many more...

Zhou Ke'er wasn't the type to panic easily. Even faced with this strange situation, she immediately calmed down and thought things through carefully:

If the image of myself in the mirror wasn't an illusion, then the problem must lie with my eyes, or my vision. My other senses, like touch and hearing, should be functioning normally, so there's no reason for them to be distorted as well.

Zhou Ke'er closed her eyes.

A dripping sound came from under the table, the sound of liquid dripping onto the floor.

Not far away, just across the table, could be the sound of steady breathing...

The spot on my head where the ink bottle hit me was still throbbing, and I could feel liquid running down my cheeks as well.

That's right, the walnut we saw at the beginning was real, while the one that suddenly appeared at the door was an illusion!

Zhou Ke'er suddenly opened her eyes again and saw Hu Tao looking flustered, leaning over from the other side of the table and asking, "Hey, are you alright? Don't scare me! Did you get knocked silly?"

Zhou Ke'er glanced at the desk out of the corner of her eye and saw that it was indeed a mixture of red and black ink. The black ink bottle that had fallen from above her head was lying quietly on its side on the desk, with the remaining black ink dripping down the corner of the desk to the ground.

“...Aba aba aba…”

Zhou Ke'er narrowed her eyes slightly, then revealed a dazed expression and started babbling at Hu Tao.

At this moment, given his personality, if he were to say something like "it's nothing," Hu Tao would truly believe that something had happened to Zhou Ke'er.

And... she didn't know what exactly was going on, but she couldn't stay in the mental hospital any longer; she needed to get home quickly to find out what was happening. Besides, Bolius was home; he could help if anything went wrong. If something happened here... Zhou Ke'er still remembered that they were filming a program in the mental hospital...

"whispering sound..."

Seeing Zhou Ke'er like this, Hu Tao breathed a sigh of relief, rolled her eyes, and scoffed. Her worries dissipated considerably. "Look at you... I was planning to have you appear on camera again, but you've made yourself look like this. Well... it seems that's not going to work. You should quickly wash your face here, dry it off, and then go home and clean yourself up properly."

"Huh? You want me to be on camera? What am I supposed to do there?"