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Chapter 221 Everything Is An Illusion?
Kress, who was wearing a hospital gown in the game, also looked extremely frightened.

Even though he was on the verge of numbness in the process of slaughtering himself before, but he was in an unknown environment after he was dying. This huge gap still broke his psychological defense line again. He was panicked and couldn't help but want to ask where is Where.

"Ugh, uh wow..."

But when Kles opened his mouth to try to say something, he let out a strange cry, and couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

The doctor in front of him was still talking, but the noise from the speaker was messy, which seemed to simulate Kress' mental and physical state, and he could barely hear or speak...

[Kress recognized the doctor's face!It's the pharmacy owner!That bald middle-aged man with glasses! 】

Kress's expression burst out with doubts and surprises. He met someone he had seen before in such an unknown place. Even if the person was not familiar with him and did not seem to be a good person, he still seemed so kind.

"...do you understand what I mean?"

The words of the middle-aged doctor gradually became clear, and Zhou Ze and Kress were confused about what "understand the meaning" he said.

"During this period, the illusions you see before your eyes may become more and more real, Mr. Claes Kahn, but don't worry, these problems will be solved soon...completely solved."

phantom?

Does he mean the Lost City?
Before Clays could ask, the doctor turned to a medical staff next to him who was holding him down: "Jack, watch out for any violent behavior or uncooperative reactions from this patient."

It was only then that Zhou Ze noticed that the medical staff on both sides also looked familiar. They were the bodyguards who were in charge of guarding the pharmacy before?
"You...you are...the owner of the pharmacy?"

Cress struggled to speak coherently.

But the doctor just turned his head and glanced at him, completely ignoring him, as if he was used to the patient's crazy words, he turned and left.

After the doctors and medical staff left the ward, Kress was finally free to move around.

"Let me see the true face of this ward, Abyss Gazing...Huh? What about skills?"

Zhou Ze was just about to let Kleis use Abyss Gaze to observe the people and things in this ward, but he found that Kleis's skill bar was empty?Not only could the given skills not be used, but even his original sorcery couldn't be used.

Not only the skills are emptied, but also the props in the inventory bar.

Kress's pockets were almost empty, save for twenty cigarettes.

Zhou Ze tried to bestow the skill of Flower in the Mirror and Moon in Water again to Kles.

But a line of prompts popped up on the screen.

[Shielded by mysterious power, the character is in a special state and cannot be endowed. 】

"Forcibly deprive the combat ability? Next, we will take the route of forced puzzle solving?"

With years of experience in playing stand-alone games, Zhou Ze guessed the subsequent development of the plot at a glance.

Manipulate Kress to wander around in a wide ward with multiple beds, and first let him interact with other patients to see if he can collect any valuable intelligence clues.

The curtain of the adjacent bed is closed.

Kress walked over to interact and opened it, and unexpectedly found that an acquaintance was sitting on the side of the hospital bed.

The old man with white beard and white hair wearing glasses, isn't he the owner of the Azka Antique Shop?A strange old man who likes to collect keys and occult artifacts.

This old man was also wearing a hospital gown, and was sitting on the side of the dirty hospital bed, fiddling with a pile of useless garbage that he didn't know where he had collected.

He held a pair of broken hands of a plastic model and muttered: "It's so unique... I never thought that the hands of St. Vincent actually existed. The relics of the saint-archbishop from France contain unimaginable mysterious power. .”

"Look what we have."

He took out another piece of garbage and put his face to it: "Ah, this is the Blood of St. Vincent! The blood flowing inside is the blood of Vincentian ascetics, full of holy power."

"And this! Could it be the face of Rahu..."

The old man suddenly stopped talking to himself, and finally realized the existence of Kleiss: "What's wrong? Are you looking for something special?"

Guys, I'm straight guys.

This old man was also taken to a mental hospital?
He looks like a paranoid psychopath now, treating a pile of garbage as his sacristy collection, and the broken key beside his bed is not much different from that in the Lost City.

"Antique shop owner?! It's a pleasure to meet familiar faces in this kind of place! Why are we here?"

Kress looked around and seemed to realize that the situation was a bit weird: "It doesn't look good, it doesn't look good at all."

"That's right, I'm the owner of an antique shop, just like my merchandise."

He pointed to his hard-earned garbage: "I've been ash in this place for a long time, too."

"It looks like you need help, tell me how I can help you, maybe, how can you help me?"

The owner of the antique store seems relatively normal, except that he regards the garbage as a holy artifact with mysterious power.

It seems normal, or maybe it's because Kles preconceived him as the owner of an antique shop and entered the fantasy world of a mental patient?If you are a 'normal person' looking from the side, you may feel that the two of them are abnormal.

Mental patients and mental patients communicate at the same frequency, and they will naturally feel normal to each other.

"Where am I? I have to escape from this place!"

Kress was a little out of breath: "I remember I was... Where's Tirat?"

He noticed that the demon he had pacted with was also missing.

"I used to have a rubbing of "The Secret of the Worm", but I don't know much about that book."

The owner of the antique shop is talking to himself without knowing what to say, and the question with Kles is not right.

Kress asked repeatedly: "What is this place?"

"This is my antique shop, or its ruins... Oh, sorry, I guess you are referring to the neighborhood? We are now on the hill east of Azka City."

The owner of the antique shop opened his eyes and talked nonsense, as if he was still immersed in his delusions.

Kress knew that he was really crazy, and he couldn't get valuable information from him, so he turned to discuss with the patients in other beds.

The person in the bed next to the owner of the antique shop was also an acquaintance, the owner of the bar, Lanotre.

Without exception, he was also wearing a hospital gown, but he was still wiping a glass skillfully in his hand.

"Am I really crazy?"

Kress shook his faith in a trance: "The lost city, ghouls, poisonous fog street, all these are my fantasies? In fact, I have been in a mental hospital all the time? There is no escape from the lost city, everything It's me who is breaking free from the illusion and returning to normal..."

[No, that's not the case. 】

[No, it shouldn't be like this. 】

【No!This can never be the case! 】

"Ah, this game gives me a headache."

Zhou Ze put down the handle: "Several acquaintances I met in the Lost City before appeared in the mental hospital, all of which imply that the Lost City is really the protagonist's fantasy... But, the guidance of Amishus can never be Fantasy, so, are all these hints misleading? Do you want the protagonist to stop here and give up escaping from here?"

(End of this chapter)