Infinite weird games

There was no frog sound among the din of people.

Qisi raised his eyebrows slightly: "Red frog?"

Sun Dekuan blinked twice and slapped his fat face in disbelief: "No, the frog disappeared again... I wonder if I was dazzled?"

The male voice behind him was still crying with self-reproach, and the nurse beside him looked exhausted and lacked genuine comfort.

Qisi patted Sun Dekuan on the shoulder and continued along the previous path: "Let's go. To figure out what happened, we need more clues."

Sun Dekuan looked back as if he had just woken up from a dream, and followed Qisi.

The corridors of the hospital are as winding as a maze. Patients in hospital gowns sit at the door, staring blankly at the passers-by.

Every time you turn a corner, the corridor you enter is the same as the one before. If the room number hadn't changed, I might have had the illusion of being trapped in a ghost wall.

Sun Dekuan muttered in a low voice: "There is not even a safe exit along the way. If you don't know better, you might think it's a prison..."

"Maybe it's to prevent the patients from running out." Qiss smiled with interest and looked into the distance along the dirty wall. He didn't see any maps, lights or street signs. .

For no reason, he remembered a horror game called "Exit 8" that he played in his childhood. The character was in a long and narrow corridor. When he saw something abnormal, he had to turn back, otherwise he would be trapped in the underground passage forever and could not leave.

Ziss noticed that there was no staircase on the fourth floor of the hospital. The entire floor seemed to be completely isolated in a separate space, independent of the outside world.

Normally, the inpatient department and the operating area of ​​the hospital are separated, because the operating area usually has higher requirements for sterile conditions and involves the management of high-risk items such as anesthetic drugs and surgical instruments. This will undoubtedly have a negative impact on its security.

All departments of Blue Frog Hospital are packed together on the fourth floor. Along the way, Ziss saw not only the wards and operating rooms, but also the consulting rooms, archives and laboratories. Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs, as if this floor is everything in this hospital.

Sun Dekuan thought for a while and asked: "Then what are we going to do next? Find a way to get out of here?"

Qisi said "hmm" and had no intention of explaining the plan to the tool man.

In the silence, there was a radio broadcast coming from the ward, which seemed to be shouting some slogan.

"You will be given a rope to hang yourself and a bottle of medicine to drink..."

"We must resolutely implement policies and never allow more children..."

These slogans were shouted impassionedly, but it was probably due to poor signal quality that the sound played out was intermittent, giving people the feeling of the background sound effects before the appearance of The Wrong Man in a horror movie.

From time to time, there were a few prominent noises that sounded loudly and sharply, as if someone was crying.

Sun Dekuan felt goosebumps all over his body when he heard this, and touched his chubby arm: "Little brother, I may have guessed what this copy is for..."

Qisi raised an eyebrow at him, gesturing for him to continue.

Sun Dekuan was encouraged and continued to speak fearfully: "Well, you were born late, so you don't know some things. The background of this copy seems to be true. I heard my mother say that back then, the Federation..."

He stopped talking and changed his tone to tell a ghost story: "Anyway, at that time over there, many children were mashed up as soon as they were born and thrown into methane pits. Many women also died. There was so much resentment. It’s big.”

"They are not willing to give in. Why can't they give birth and live, and then let the people behind them have to give birth to death after a few decades? They start to cause trouble. Any pregnant woman who enters the operating room, don't even think about it if the fate is weaker. Live or die together..."

Chiss listened intently, without comment.

Based on what he had seen in the past few days, he had actually figured out the background of the copy.

Lin Chen said that this dungeon was related to childbirth. In the hallucination, the operation he was responsible for was to induce labor for pregnant women. The patient was hostile to the medical staff but could not express his anger...

This dungeon never deliberately concealed anything from the players in terms of background. It was simply that the policy did not allow people to have more children. Pregnant women were sent to the hospital for abortions, but they died of heavy bleeding during the operation as if they were cursed.

At first glance, this seems to be related to the innocent souls claiming their lives mentioned by Sun Dekuan, but Qisi will not believe the empty words of others, and secondly, he does not believe that the weird game will design the answer to be so simple.

All in all, no matter what the reason, the fact is that more and more people are dying on the operating table, and Cheng An, who is responsible for the operation, also suffers from coma. Players arrived in time, replaced and started to play some of the original NPCs.

Next to him, Sun Dekuan was still talking: "Too many people died later, and the commotion was so big that several hospitals were demolished. It is said that a lot of frogs emerged from the foundations, and they all grew up eating the corpses of children. There are ghosts. Will bite."

"The hospital had no choice but to invite a bunch of monks and Taoist priests to do it, but it didn't work out. In the end, the federal government asked a master to do Feng Shui and built a government building at a key location, which suppressed the resentment."

"My eyelids have been twitching from yesterday to now. Now I think about it. Aren't the ghosts of pregnant women I met in the corridor last night just ghosts? Let's stay in this wretched place for another five days. It's not me who said, Sooner or later you will have to wear your braids..."

Qisi narrowed his eyes and asked, "In what year exactly did this happen? Is there anyone named 'Cheng Ping' in your hospital there?"

He had a vague hunch that this copy might be similar to "Su Family Village", "Double Happiness Town" and "Red Maple Leaf Boarding School", and it was related to the real world.

Although I don’t know whether the weirdness of reality was taken from the dungeon or the script written by the dungeon is performed in reality, but as long as it can produce weirdness such as [God of Joy] and [Insomnia Germ], it is good news for Qiss.

The deterrent lurking in the shadows can certainly make the federation take action, but who knows whether the decision-makers will be ruthless enough to cut off the tail to survive. To be on the safe side, some turbulent chaos is necessary.

Qisi is happy to find something to do for the official organization, so as to save them from creating textual garbage around Fu Jue all day long.

"This happened for a long time, it seems to have been decades. I don't know exactly when." Sun Dekuan recalled, "The name 'Cheng Ping' is quite common. If we really have such a number there, Celebrities, I don’t have any impression at all.”

…That’s okay.

It seems that this copy is in the same situation as "Hopeless Sea". The background seems to be related to reality, but it actually takes place in a parallel world.

Sun Dekuan looked at Qisi: "I'm not telling you, little brother, don't you suspect that the dean of this copy comes from reality?"

Qisi shook his head slightly, suppressed the strangeness in his eyes, and turned a corner again.

The scene finally changed this time. The corridor that turned like an intestine seemed to have finally come to an end. In front of us was no longer an endless road and wards on both sides, but an open space of about 40 square meters.

There was a wide-open iron door inlaid on the wall directly in front. Rich white mist surged outside the door like waves. Figures loomed in the mist, and only vague outlines could be seen.

There is clearly no lock or any obstruction, but just seeing such a scene is enough to scare people away, as if there is an unknown world behind the door that symbolizes terror. As long as you step into it, it means death.

The fear of being surrounded by natural enemies grew in his heart. Sun Dekuan shuddered and asked in a low voice: "Little brother, do we still want to go forward?"

If Huang Xiaofei and Lu Zimo were here, and the talented people were brave, they might actually go there to explore the way.

But Ziss has a clear understanding of his own force value.

He looked around and saw an iron door inlaid on the wall on both sides, with the words "Morgue" and "Kitchen" written on them respectively. The iron gates are aligned with each other and face each other across the road, which is quite suggestive of "from death to the belly, killing at the moment".

In Zis's impression, many hospitals, considering factors such as food safety, cost-effectiveness and hygiene management, usually do not equip kitchens in order to reduce trouble, and tend to outsource catering services.

However, at Blue Frog Hospital, special services such as tadpole soup cannot be provided by outside catering institutions and can only be provided by the hospital itself.

Qiss walked straight to the kitchen, pulled out the thin wire from his bracelet with great skill, and poked at the door lock.

Sun Dekuan looked at him with wandering eyes: ...Are all college students today so well-rounded?

Qisi pried open the door lock and looked back: "I haven't been in the kitchen very often. I may need to trouble Brother Sun for the next evidence collection."

"Hey, you're so polite." Sun Dekuan smiled and scratched his head, walked forward, and pushed the door open.

He has been a chef for more than 20 years. The kitchen is like home to him. No matter how strange it is, the kitchen is just a kitchen.

The white acrylic tabletop is painted with oil stains that cannot be wiped off, but the large pot placed on it is clean and shiny. The exhaust pipe and range hood work alternately, so the air in the room is relatively clean.

An iron bucket with a lid was placed in the corner, which was incompatible with the scene.

Facing the familiar configuration, Sun Dekuan's fear subsided a lot. When he saw Qisi walking towards the iron barrel, he had the courage to follow him.

As you get closer, you can vaguely hear the sound of rippling water, as if something is swimming in it, and it occasionally touches the edge, making a soft "tongtong" sound.

Cold sweat broke out on Sun Dekuan's palms unconsciously. Just as he was about to speak out, he saw Qisi lift the lid, revealing a bucket of bloody liquid inside.

The liquid seems to be alive and constantly surging. If you look closely, you can see densely packed tadpoles swimming around in the blood-colored soup, squeezing together like sesame seeds in a funnel, with their heads touching their heads. , tail wrapped around its tail.

This is scary, but it makes people feel even more disgusting. Sun Dekuan took two steps back in shock and almost screamed.

Something seemed to be sinking at the bottom of the bloody water. Qisi grabbed a spoon from the corner, reached into the bucket and fiddled with it for a while, and fished out something.

It was a tadpole-shaped mass of flesh the size of a fist, with tiny claws and a bloodshot head vaguely visible above the tail. It was clearly an unformed human embryo.

The epidermis of the embryo was pitted and pitted, as if it had been bitten by tadpoles.

Zeiss blinked. The fetus was gone, replaced by a dead red frog.

Sun Dekuan looked at the flesh and blood on the spoon with his mouth wide open: "I...the tadpoles we eat grew up eating this thing? What are they trying to do?"

"Perhaps it is thrift and reuse of medical waste; perhaps it is to accumulate resentment and be detrimental to the people who take the tadpoles - who knows?"

Zeiss threw the frog carcass back into the bucket, replaced the lid, put the spoon under the faucet, washed it, and put it back in its place.

While he was slowly cleaning up the traces, Sun Dekuan had already run to the door in a few steps.

Ever since he saw the bucket of tadpoles, he had an unreasonable feeling that the tadpoles would crawl on him and bite his flesh. If Zeiss hadn't been in the kitchen, he would have bolted out the door and fled.

Sensing the tool man's resistance, Qisi exited the kitchen calmly, holding Sun Dekuan with one hand and slamming the door shut with the other.

Sun Dekuan suddenly pointed forward and said nonchalantly: "Little brother, when do you think that came?"

Qisi looked in the direction he pointed and saw an iron bed parked outside the door.

A pale and thin woman lay on the bed, and next to her was an equally pale, half-formed baby corpse.

The blood-stained sheets had been removed, and there was no trace of blood on the body.

Qisi walked around to the iron bed, lowered his head and looked at the number and name on the woman's bracelet.

【S951, Jiang Xue】

The iron bed was placed in the middle of the open space, about the same distance from the morgue and the kitchen. After what we had seen and heard just now, people suspected that it would be sent to the kitchen next.

There were no nurses around, and the door to the morgue that had been locked not long ago opened a small crack on its own accord, letting out a thin layer of cold air.

There was only the sound of two people breathing in the silence. The light of the scene seemed to have dimmed several degrees, and the shadows in the mist outside the door were also squirming restlessly.

Sun Dekuan suggested with a trembling voice: "Brother, why don't we go back first? I think this place is a bit evil. How about waiting for more people to come..."

Qisi looked sideways at him and chuckled: "We are here, do you think they will let us go?"

Sun Dekuan was so frightened that he felt as if the air was filled with life-seeking evil spirits, staring at him with malicious intent.

He said with a sad face: "I didn't say that, little brother, don't scare me, I will take it seriously..."

Chiss satisfied his evil taste, pushed open the door of the morgue and walked in.

Near the door were several iron beds with corpses on them, covered with white cloth from beginning to end, with only the arms wearing bracelets hanging down from the edges.

The bracelet of the corpse closest to Qis read "11027, Zhao Zhu", which obviously did not use the same encoding rules as the corpse outside.

Qisi looked at the numbers of the nearby corpses. Most of the numbers on the female corpses had an "S" at the beginning, and the numbers were within a thousand.

Of course, there are also some female corpses with numbers over 10,000 without the "S" prefix.

Ziss guessed that the corpses marked with "S" belonged to pregnant women, and they were specially marked to distinguish them from other corpses for subsequent use.

However, more than 900 people have died, why hasn’t the hospital attracted the attention of the relevant departments?

Also, how did the hospital convince the family of the deceased to leave the body in the morgue?

A gust of wind came from behind, and Qisi reacted very quickly, taking a side step to avoid it.

The next second, there was a "pop" sound, and a chubby figure fell to the ground.

Sun Dekuan struggled to get up, his voice trembling: "Someone... pushed me..."

His train of thought was interrupted, Qisi stared at Sun Dekuan expressionlessly, and said indifferently: "The person who pushed you is most likely not a human being."

Ru Yuan saw the latter almost fainting from fright.

Qisi half-closed his eyes, grabbed Sun Dekuan's collar and pulled it down, exposing his fat back.

There were two small bloody handprints printed on Bai Huahua's skin, which were particularly obvious.

The iron door of the morgue suddenly slammed shut behind him, making a loud "bang" sound.

Sun Dekuan rushed over and held the doorknob, but no matter how he turned it, the door wouldn't move at all.

He wrinkled his face and was about to cry: "Little brother, this door is locked from behind and can't be pushed open..."

A cold system sound rang in my ears, accompanied by pale prompt text.

[Side mission has been refreshed]

[Side mission (must do): Survive in the morgue for half an hour]