Be a system in a survival game

Chapter 212 The Seventh Ward 4
The expression on the face of the patient by the door startled the player in the middle.

"What's wrong?" The patient by the door turned his head slowly and stiffly: "What did you say?"

"No, it's nothing..." The player in the middle didn't dare to speak, he just wanted to change the target to ask, but the moment his eyes touched the man by the window, he was shivered by his cold eyes.

His body visibly trembled, and he looked more frightened than the NPC.

NPC: "..."

The barrage in Dixiu's live broadcast room was stunned for a moment, and then started hahahahahaha.

[WOC made me laugh so hard, big guy bit? Is the NPC scary? Hahahaha that player's reaction is too sloppy hahahahahaha! 】

[I'm so funny, God D, you can just act, and act in your true colors. Compared with facing you, other players may be more willing to face NPCs. 】

[How can this man be so fierce, how can he be so fierce hahahahaha, a look can make people tremble with fright. 】

The player in the middle sat on the bed with a dejected face, feeling hopeless.

He entered a four-star dungeon, which sounds terrible.

What's even more frightening is that he is alone now, and the NPCs on both sides of the bed are more terrifying than the other, especially the masked one, who looks particularly unfavorable.

And what kind of hospital is this?
Why did the nurse close an iron door after she left? !

This place is more like a prison than a hospital!

He carefully observed the surrounding scene, and found that there was a bench at the head corresponding to each bed, and the white straitjacket lay quietly on the chair.

This setting...

This can't be a mental hospital, can it? !
If he remembers correctly, the task given by the system is...

Qualified for discharge.

Ah... the player in the middle feels like he's screwed.

Who the hell doesn't know how hard it is to come up with a mental hospital?
It is not as difficult as going to the sky to obtain the qualification to be discharged from the hospital. How do you prove to the doctor that you are not mentally ill?

But how can a normal person take the initiative to prove to a psychiatrist that he is not mentally ill?
That in itself is like something a psychopath would do.

Zhong Xiao thinks that he should survive honestly, as long as he completes the basic survival tasks.

Isn't it good to live for fifteen days to get a dungeon, no matter what his qualifications for discharge are.

As a dick, he doesn't care about extra points, he just needs to live.

Not reconciled, Zhong Xiao leaned over the iron window of the ward and took a look.

The hallway was pitch black, only the lights for the safe passage were bright green.

Like the esophagus of a monster.

Quiet and eerie.

In the end, fear overcame curiosity.

Zhong Xiao went back to his bed and sat down to sort out the information and accept the reality.

The man by the window looked out the window, wondering what he was thinking.

In fact, Di Xiu didn't think about anything, he looked at the building outside the window, and roughly calculated his fifth floor in the hospital.

A small map was pasted just before the entrance to the ward. There are only five floors in this hospital, and they are on the top floor.

It was pitch black outside the window, and the buildings not far away were lit with red light, and there seemed to be figures walking around in the square below.

Their windows were also surrounded by barbed wire.

After the dressing nurse left and closed the door, there was no movement in the corridor. I wonder if the sound insulation effect is too good.

The whole ward was also silent.

Zhong Xiao felt that he would go crazy after staying in this environment for a long time.

The atmosphere is so suffocating.

(End of this chapter)