Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 133 Ankang No. 4 Mental Hospital 16. I don’t like you at all

Cui Minglang was speechless for a moment.

He hesitated for a long time and asked uncertainly: "Is this the dangerous potion you mentioned?"

Ye Qingqing didn't think there was anything wrong. She nodded and said, "It's very dangerous to collect this tube of air. I sneaked up to you, Dean, to extract it."

He Feng couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud with his head tilted.

"Then, what about the others?" Cui Minglang closed his eyes: "What are in the others?"

"Uh." Ye Qingqing paused, holding the medical record and preparing to find an excuse to leave: "Wenwen called me just now, I'll go out for a while."

He Feng held back his laughter and patted Cui Minglang on the shoulder. He decided to let Cui Minglang digest the news. He took Shen Zishu back to the ninth floor and began to wait for the players to bring back the other syringes and make dinner at the same time.

Zhou Moqing was the first to come back. He and Yu Guo found a medicine containing black-brown liquid under the floor of the conference room on the third floor.

The reason why the two of them were looking under the floor was very simple. Thanks to Yu Guo, the little girl tripped over the floor while looking for medicine, and found that the floor was a bit uneven. After spending some effort to pry it open, she saw the syringe.

After listening to this, He Feng gave a thumbs up, shook the syringe in his hand and began to observe.

Well, the liquid is thick and doesn't flow down easily when shaken. It must be dark soy sauce.

While He Feng was analyzing what the liquid was, Cui Xue and the other three came back with syringes filled with transparent liquid.

They saw a syringe in the gap between the door frame and the wall and dug it out directly.

He Feng took it and shook it again. It was highly fluid and had no smell, just pure water.

The players came back one after another, and the syringes they brought were more outrageous than the last.

For example, there is a syringe filled with white vinegar under the stairs.

For example, there is a syringe filled with alcohol hanging on the toilet light.

For example, there is a syringe filled with white wine placed together with a bunch of instruments.

For example, there is a syringe filled with light soy sauce taped to the back of the door.

Including the air syringe under the dean's buttocks and the gentian violet syringe on the door frame of the office on the second floor, there are eight medicines in total.

Probably, there is nothing Ye Qingqing can't hide, except what you can't think of.

Looking at the "medicine" in front of him, He Feng's mouth twitched, and he asked Li Yanrui to go downstairs and call Ye Qingqing over.

Upon learning that the potion she had hidden had been found, Ye Qingqing's eyes lit up. Without Li Yanrui saying anything, she took the initiative to stand up and go to the ninth floor.

To be honest, she was very particular in choosing these medicines back then.

For example, that tube of air, that was the air next to the biggest boss at that time, how rare it was.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingqing quickened her pace and left Li Yanrui behind.

She rushed to Room 923 without stopping, and looking at the impressive potions placed on the table in order, Ye Qingqing felt a little nostalgic.

She walked forward and picked up the first syringe, and began to tell the original story without He Feng asking.

The potion provided to her by the horror game system is extremely toxic and corrosive.

But Ye Qingqing didn't want to choose.

At that time, her thoughts had not changed to what they are now, but it was the first time she lied to the horror game system.

"Have you hidden all the medicines?" The little cube was constantly checking Ye Qingqing's data: "Have you used all the ones I gave you?"

"I used it." Ye Qingqing answered truthfully: "I hid it too."

The data is calm as usual, the horror game system leaves without worry, and a mechanical life form begins to have self-awareness.

She had indeed used it and watered all the flowers in the dean's office to death. She had also indeed hidden it. The way she hid it was very varied and the diagram she had drawn was a bit messy and she herself couldn't recognize it.

Does this mean she is lying? She is just answering truthfully, so the data will not fluctuate.

"Like this potion, it was drawn from the dean's water cup."

"Look at the light soy sauce, dark soy sauce and white vinegar. They were also stolen from the dean."

"Alcohol, gentian violet and the like are somewhat common and can be found anywhere."

"The key point is this tube of air. Back then, the dean was the biggest boss. I mustered up all my courage to extract this tube of air. And this liquor has a very special origin." Ye Qingqing looked nostalgic: "This is the dean's century-old fine liquor. I didn't even know it was stolen by me."

Players:…

Do you want to listen to what outrageous things you are saying?

"You are really the mother of bamboo shoots visiting the tomb of bamboo shoots. Bamboo shoots are dead." He Feng commented: "I am just curious, did old man Cui offend you?"

"You don't understand." Ye Qingqing said softly: "This kind of disobedience is the most exciting for a mechanical life that can only live according to the program."

He Feng had no way of refutation and could only let Ye Qingqing take the medicine and leave quickly.

The moment Ye Qingqing took the potion, the task completion prompt sounded, Main Task 3 was completed, and the progress of Main Task 2 became 33.34%.

Ye Qingqing said goodbye to the players, left happily, and returned to the eighth floor to take charge of the situation.

The players began to set the table and prepare to eat, while He Feng climbed onto the bed and lay down. Perhaps because too many brain cells had been wasted, he felt a little tired.

He Feng sighed. Being sick was really an uncomfortable thing.

After having dinner, He Feng drank some loving chicken soup from her boyfriend and felt a little more energetic. She told the players to pay more attention to the people around them tonight and began to plan how to help the patients recover tomorrow.

After everything was roughly arranged, He Feng began to feel sleepy. The players left on their own accord, and Shen Zishu hugged He Feng and fell asleep.

Night falls.

The door of room 902 was opened. Li Zhi sat up from the bed vigilantly, but saw Li Yanrui getting up and leaving.

The little mute was a little confused. He put on his shoes and followed Li Yanrui.

The usually heartless man now seemed a little decadent. He was bent over with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking. He didn't even notice someone was following him. He just seemed to be walking in circles in the corridor.

Li Zhi frowned. He didn't remember that Li Yanrui had a sleepwalking problem. What happened now?

After the fifth round, a door suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor. Li Yanrui stopped his wandering steps and walked towards the door firmly and quickly.

He Feng's reminder hit Li Zhi's heart. Li Yanrui was too fast. He had no time to knock on other people's doors. He could only catch up quickly and follow Li Yanrui into the door.

The door that appeared out of nowhere disappeared inexplicably after the two people entered, turning back into an ordinary wall.

There was a small staircase inside the door. Li Zhi chased Li Yanrui up and entered the empty top floor.

He looked at the environment in shock and subconsciously made a gesture but received no response. Realizing something was wrong, Li Zhi looked over and saw Li Yanrui already standing on the edge of the rooftop, raising his foot to step out.

No!

Li Zhi used his innate skills to speed up his own speed, and finally held Li Yanrui's hand tightly when he jumped off the building.

Wake up!

The little mute grabbed his interpreter tightly, but he was not strong enough to pull him up.

He was a little anxious, his lips kept opening and closing, and he could only utter a few broken syllables.

Don't die.

It feels like there is something on my face and it itches.

Li Yanrui frowned. His wrist seemed to be tightly grasped by someone. It was very painful. It hurt so much that Li Yanrui felt like his wrist was about to break.

He opened his eyes dazedly, and two drops of water suddenly fell and hit his face.

Li Yanrui, who didn't realize the problem, was a little puzzled as to why it was raining in the house.

Confused, he looked up and saw the little mute with tears in his eyes.

"Ah!" The little mute's voice was hoarse, and tears kept falling, hitting Li Yanrui's face and clothes. He tried to open his mouth wide, hoping that his underdeveloped and damaged vocal cords would make some more sounds: "Ah!"

"Little mute?" Li Yanrui's heart tightened and his consciousness became clear instantly. He also saw clearly his current condition.

He jumped off the building and was now hanging outside without any support. He only managed to avoid falling because the little mute was holding on tightly to him.

Seeing that Li Yanrui was awake, Li Zhi's tears fell faster.

He leaned out his entire upper body, holding Li Yanrui's arms and wrists tightly with both hands.

He whimpered and tried to pull Li Yanrui up, but he had no strength left.

"Ah!" Li Zhi spoke again, wanting Li Yanrui to grab him and climb up: "Yeah!"

Li Yanrui looked at Li Zhi like this and did nothing.

He has known Li Zhi for such a long time, so he naturally knows the little mute's physical strength. He is afraid that keeping him here has reached his limit now.

"Little mute, let go." Li Yanrui said softly, "Stop crying, or you'll cry like a clown and look ugly."

Li Zhi shook his head. His arms felt sore and weak, and his fingertips holding Li Yanrui loosened a little.

Tears kept dripping down his face, and Li Yanrui sighed: "Little mute, you are a stubborn donkey. Once you make up your mind to do something, eight horses can't pull you back."

So get up here quickly!

Li Zhi roared in his heart, gritting his teeth and holding on.

"You little liar." Li Yanrui chuckled. He stretched out his hand and, in Li Zhi's delighted eyes, slowly pried open Li Zhi's fingers: "At the age of ten, you said you loved me. At the age of eleven, you said you wanted to be my bride. At the age of twelve, you said you would marry me. At the age of thirteen, you loved me the most in the world. At the age of fourteen, you denied everything."

"Ah!!" Li Zhi yelled. He was so excited that he couldn't stop Li Yanrui from prying his hands apart. "Ah!"

The broken syllables struck Li Yanrui's heart. He took a deep breath and continued to pry the hands of this stubborn little mute.

"Stop shouting, or your throat will get damaged." Just at the last second, Li Yanrui looked up, and Li Zhi's tears kept falling into his eyes. His eyes were wet, and he couldn't tell whose tears were flowing: "Little mute, I actually don't like you at all, but I'm used to having you around. Now is the perfect time, I can finally leave."

Li Zhi shook his head violently, but his fingers were pried apart little by little, and Li Yanrui fell in front of him.

Li Yanrui's falling figure became very slow in Li Zhi's eyes, and the roaring sound became fragmented. Li Zhi jumped off the rooftop and pounced towards Li Yanrui.

Then the two of them hugged each other and fell directly into a big net.

Li Yanrui was a little confused, but the little mute's purpose was very clear. He grabbed the arm that was protecting him and opened his mouth to bite.

"Hiss!" Li Yanrui gasped in pain but didn't dare to shake his arm. He could only let the little mute bite hard: "It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!"

The sound of applause was heard, and they both looked up and saw He Feng and Shen Zishu standing in front of the window.

"Okay! I declare that you two will get married right away." He Feng kept clapping. He leaned on Shen Zishu and smiled slyly: "The whole process was very beautiful. The last sentence you said, 'I don't like you at all', was really great!"

"Ouch!" Li Yanrui screamed, hugged the little mute tightly and started biting hard: "Brother He! Stop exaggerating! It really hurts!"

"I didn't say it didn't hurt." He Feng laughed. He raised his elbow and poked Shen Zishu backwards: "Guess who else this net caught."

Five minutes later, Li Yanrui sat on the floor, letting the little mute hold his arm tightly.

Chen Mo, who had also attempted to jump off the building but was caught, remained silent. He sat on the other side holding a cup of hot water and drinking it slowly.

God knows how horrible it would be for him to wake up and find himself jumping off a building.

"Okay, let go." He Feng patted Li Zhi's head: "You chased after Xiao Li, why didn't you call Xiao Chenmo."

Li Zhi loosened his mouth instantly, spat out the bloody smell in his mouth, and began to apologize to Chen Mo.

"The little mute said, sorry, he thought there was only one person who jumped off the building that night, so his attention was on me." Li Yanrui held his arm and kept gasping: "He also said that if it really doesn't work, you can beat him up to calm down, but I don't recommend you to beat him, he is too weak, a few punches will kill him, it's better to beat me."

Chen Mo shook his head. This couldn’t be blamed on Li Zhi, after all, he slept a little far away.

He really wasn't used to sleeping with others, so he slept in the kitchen and bought a screen to block himself. He understood that Li Zhi might not have had time to call him at first, and it would be even too late if he came back to call him later.

Moreover, Li Zhi was unable to speak, so he couldn't shout to wake him up. What's more, he could handle it by himself. He hung on the wall with the blood blade, but found a net made of plant vines underneath. When he looked up again, he met He Feng's gaze.

There was still something he didn't understand. He loosened his grip and the ball was caught by the net.

"Someone jumped off the building again." Shen Zishu frowned, "Two people this time too."

He Feng became interested: "Bring it here and let me see it."

The plant vine net moved slowly, and Yu Guo, who was awakened by the fall, looked horrified. Hanging on her body was Zhou Moqing, who was covered in blood and unconscious.

"What the hell?" He Feng was puzzled: "What's going on with you guys?"

Yu Guo, trembling all over, dragged Zhou Moqing in through the window. She took the water handed to her by Li Zhi and said thank you.

"I, I, I, I, I..." Yu Guo's lips trembled wildly: "I, I, I beat up the team leader, it seems."

After being fed a bottle of healing potion, Zhou Moqing slowly woke up and rolled his eyes.

Originally, Yu Guo lived with Cui Xue and others, but today Yu Guo came to him to ask about the control of her innate skills, and was also afraid that she would jump off the building and stay up all night. Zhou Moqing thought this made sense, so he asked Yu Guo to stay and began to teach her how to control her innate skills.

He had just taught halfway and wanted to let Yu Guo practice on her own, but Yu Guo suddenly stopped moving and didn't respond when he called her. Finally, she stood up and ran out, which scared Zhou Moqing. He hurriedly chased after her, but Yu Guo punched him in the nose, causing him to bleed uncontrollably.

He tried to stop her frantically, and Yu Guo resisted frantically. In the end, Yu Guo jumped off the building with Zhou Moqing, who was knocked unconscious by her.

He Feng patted Zhou Moqing on the shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work."