MM Racing Chapter 127 Ankang No. 4 Mental Hospital 10. I have never been alone
Chapter 127 Ankang No. 4 Mental Hospital 10. I have never been alone
How is it not too late?
He Feng didn’t know.
When the shackles of bondage disappear and the restrictions are opened, those things that he once forgot will surface little by little.
He Feng couldn't remember when he met Xia Xia and Sister Ning. He didn't have any feelings. He was indeed sad, but that was all.
But when those vague memories began to emerge, the person in front of me was no longer just a casual acquaintance.
They had been together, walked hand in hand, and done the most amazing things together.
He Feng still couldn't remember, but the young man had already become vivid in his eyes.
Doctor Xiao Yu packed up his tattered clothes, picked up the medical records, waved at He Feng, said hello, and left.
The only people left in the office were He Feng, who had his head down, wondering what he was thinking, and Shen Zishu, who was also silent and full of reluctance.
"I will lose my memory." He Feng briefly thought about the wording: "Do I know?"
"Yeah." Shen Zishu replied.
He Feng asked again: "Then they will become like this, do I know?"
Shen Zishu pursed his lips, and the light in his eyes dimmed. He didn't need to answer, He Feng already understood what he meant.
He knew that he would lose his memory, or rather, losing his memory was necessary, and those who were forced to enter the copy after death were not within his calculations.
It is in the Dead City, Jing'an School, and Ankang Fourth Mental Hospital, and maybe there will be some in later copies.
He Feng closed his eyes: "What about you? Did I know that you would be locked in that stupid dungeon?"
Shen Zishu couldn't bring himself to say the word of deception, he could only lower his eyes and look at He Feng with eyes full of apology.
"To be honest." He Feng stood up, his attitude was very indifferent: "Ever since I started having that dream of being dumped, I hated the person who dumped me in the dream."
"My dear..." Shen Zishu took a step forward and wanted to hold He Feng's sleeve: "I'm sorry."
"Sorry, I'm very angry now." He Feng dodged Shen Zishu's touch and held his hand while Shen Zishu was stunned: "So, don't push me away again."
Shen Zishu's eyes were red, and he obediently let He Feng lead him away.
He knew that he shouldn't take advantage of He Feng's softness, but he had to do it.
The lighted corridor was filled with the sounds of players playing and fighting. The "calligraphy and painting" had been accurately reproduced by He Feng and sent out for others to guess.
Dr. He firmly held Shen Zishu's hand and walked through the corridor, through the bustling laughter and towards the elevator. Just like he had done long ago, he also held Shen Zishu's hand and resolutely embarked on a road to break through the sky.
He Feng knew clearly that he would not need 100 copies to fight against the Gou system.
If there has to be a deadline, it is after all the semicolon machines are destroyed.
He Feng also guessed that after he destroyed the semicolon machine again and again, the horror game system would not put him into a copy with a semicolon machine again, but He Feng still entered such a copy.
It's like there's something secretly controlling it, right? A life achievement system?
The achievement system, which was just feeling sentimental about the relationship between the two, suddenly choked and started running non-stop after opening the live broadcast room.
Since having the right to shut down the live broadcast room at any time, as long as He Feng and Shen Zishu discuss something important, the achievement system will help these two careless people shut down the live broadcast room.
There's nothing we can do about it, since he is the world's number one support.
The live broadcast room is still lively and the barrage is still active.
They don’t know what He Feng and Shen Zishu have to bear, they only know that someone will take them home.
The eighth floor was almost cleaned under Ye Qingqing's supervision. When He Feng and Shen Zishu came down in the elevator, she was directing the only two male nurses to move a large pot of flowers.
He Feng didn't need anyone to comfort him when he was angry. He just needed to digest it himself. Now he smiled and greeted Ye Qingqing: "Hey, sister, where did you steal it from?"
Ye Qingqing rolled her eyes elegantly. While directing Lan Tian to move to confirm the final position, she answered He Feng: "I was mobilizing available resources openly. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense."
"Okay, okay." He Feng agreed with a smile, holding her boyfriend's hand and walking past a few people: "I'm going to talk to the dean, sister, you stay busy."
"Go ahead." Ye Qingqing knew about their relationship early on, so she was not surprised: "The dean is in the office next to 823."
Watching He Feng and the other person leave, Lan Tian didn't even look at Ye Qingqing with surprise. He looked at her with his mouth open, as if to say: What does this mean?
"They are a pair of star-crossed lovers." Ye Qingqing sighed and began to make up a story: "Why would Xiao Feng come to our place instead of staying in a big hospital? It's all for the people in 923. After all, 923 just has a tendency to kill people, but he didn't really kill anyone, right? How long has 923 been crazy? Xiao Feng has been accompanying 923 for such a long time during his treatment. Oh! They are a pair of star-crossed lovers. Don't gossip about them if you have nothing to do. Do you understand?"
Upon hearing the gossip, everyone who gathered around nodded, looking towards the end of the corridor with a lot of pity in their eyes.
I didn’t expect that Dr. He had such a story. It’s really touching!
"Ah!"
He Feng, whose nose had been itching for a long time, couldn't help but sneeze. He rubbed his nose, feeling a little confused.
Cui Minglang searched Sun Li's office thoroughly but was still at a loss.
The old man took a bath and changed his clothes. Now he looks very friendly yet dignified.
When he saw He Feng coming, his eyes lit up instantly and he quickly called He Feng over to help him find something.
"It should be right here." Cui Minglang looked at the pile of debris with a headache: "It's a key. That key can open the door on the top floor."
He Feng became interested. He let go of Shen Zishu and joined Cui Minglang to search with the old man.
The office was not big, even smaller than the ward. He Feng followed Cui Minglang and searched here and there, but could not find any trace of the key.
Shen Zishu was not idle either. He was concerned about the remaining 22 patients, so he began to look through the desks that the two had already searched to see if he could find any medical records.
You don’t know until you turn it over, and once you turn it over, you will realize how amazing it is.
The sound of metal falling on the tiles was very crisp. He Feng and Cui Minglang turned their heads at the same time and looked at Shen Zishu, who was holding the medical records in a daze. Then they looked at the key in front of his feet, which was obviously just dropped. The two fell silent at the same time.
What's the meaning.
What does it mean.
He Feng yelled, "You betrayed me!"
Shen Zishu, who was somewhat confused, raised his hands obediently, indicating that he was really innocent.
Cui Minglang looked at the young man in front of him and didn't know what to say. After hesitating for a while, he gave Shen Zishu a thumbs up.
[Do you know the value of my searching twice?]
[? The hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha in front, help, the dead memory is slapping my face like crazy hahahahahahahahahaha. ]
[? The previous one, your description is so original, I stole it.]
He Feng took a deep breath and said, "What are you guys laughing at? My luck score is 0, so what? My boyfriend has 90! I have my boyfriend to protect me, do you have the same?"
[…I’m fine, why are you making personal attacks? I’ll ban you!]
[? I feel like my health has dropped by more than 50 points in one go. How about He Ge and Ge Fu give each other a kiss, or do it for me, otherwise it will be difficult to add my health back.]
[! I agree with the previous one.]
He Feng: ...
"Get out!" He Feng said directly, "Get all of you out. What's going on in your heads?"
[This is a picture of you and Goff...~]
"Ding~ Host He Feng has muted everyone~"
He Feng chose to open the mute mode, as some stimulating content always reminded him of the bite mark on his thigh.
It's a warning, but also a taste.
He Feng still remembered the look in Shen Zishu's eyes as he rubbed the soft flesh with his teeth.
It was an aggressive feeling that made her want to swallow him up immediately.
No, I should react if I think about it anymore.
The person in front of him blushed, and thinking about the content of the barrage, Shen Zishu immediately understood what He Feng was thinking, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
Cui Minglang, the only one who was not in the group chat, was confused. He looked at He Feng and then at Shen Zishu, somewhat puzzled.
Is this what happened?
After a while, He Feng began to ask about business matters, such as what happened in Ankang Fourth Mental Hospital was very important, but what He Feng was most concerned about were the remaining 22 patients on the eighth floor.
Speaking of this, Cui Minglang sighed heavily. He sat in his office chair with a gloomy expression.
It was an accident that happened ten years ago.
Due to unknown factors, the entire Ankang Fourth Mental Hospital was moved to a different space.
More than 6000 people in the hospital died in an instant, leaving only 36 people.
In the midst of despair, something calling itself the "Horror Game System" appeared.
It seemed like it was apologizing, but the compensation it offered was to let the 36 survivors build a copy game for the entertainment of its players.
Cui Minglang couldn't get any justice, so he could only reject the reminder from that damn system and guard the 35 mentally ill people.
But just six years ago, the horror game system appeared again, threatening Cui Minglang to work for it in exchange for the lives of these 35 people.
But Cui Minglang couldn't bear to harm his compatriots, nor could he give up these 35 patients, so he had no choice but to agree and create a copy with a 100% pass rate.
Good times are not long.
How could the horror game system allow Cui Minglang to go on like this? It deprived Cui Minglang of his rights and threw in many virtual data doctors, forcibly changing the 100% clearance rate to 0.49%.
"This is a place to save people!" Cui Minglang stomped his feet on the floor, his tone full of regret: "It's not that damn death dungeon!"
He Feng understood this very well. He comforted Cui Minglang and coaxed the old man to sit down. He then squatted down and solemnly promised: "I will destroy this copy. Not only that, I will also kill the Gou system."
"Child, you will have a hard time." Cui Minglang sighed fiercely: "The road ahead is difficult and your own strength is too insignificant. It will be very hard for you!"
"No, I'm not alone." He Feng chuckled, his eyes slightly curved, and the determination in his eyes made Cui Minglang's eyes red. "Beside me and behind me, there are countless people who want to break this sky just like me. I have never been alone."
Cui Minglang nodded, and for a moment, he seemed to really see many people standing behind He Feng and Shen Zishu.
They all nodded towards Cui Minglang, and the one in front even dared to put his hand on He Feng's head and gave him a frivolous smile.
"Okay, okay." Tears blurred the old man's vision. Cui Minglang held He Feng's hand and said, "Then I'll leave it to you."
According to Cui Minglang, of the 35 patients, the only ones he can care about are the 22 on the eighth floor, which is also one of his wishes.
He Feng's wrists were a little sore from the thick medical records. He and Shen Zishu each carried a stack of medical records back to the ninth floor, placed them directly on the bed of Room 902, and began to invite the players to come and have a look.
These medical records were all written by Cui Minglang a few years ago. There were some other ones, but the old man felt they were unnecessary so he did not let He Feng and the others move them back. He only found some important ones.
23 people were looking through the medical records in their hands, each of them very seriously.
"Hey, Brother He, would it be okay to just let this guy who wants to fly fly up to the sky?" Li Yanrui raised the medical record in his hand and said, "Brother He has wings, right? Take them out and let him fly."
He Feng took the time to glance over and rolled his eyes at Li Yanrui.
"Then what? Let him jump off the building when we can't notice him and let himself fly again?" He Feng began to impart his experience: "You can't judge them with normal people's thinking, understand? Their imagination is colorful. There is nothing you can't guess, understand?"
Li Zhi began to gesture.
"The little mute said that the patient he knew loved painting and his dream was to have someone see his paintings. Should we hold an exhibition for him?" Li Yanrui's eyes lit up: "I think this is a good idea!"
"That depends on what type of paintings the patient draws. If he keeps drawing because of praise, and ends up hurting himself because of lack of inspiration, then it won't be worth it." He Feng commented, "You two can go get in touch with this patient, understand his temperament, and the specific manifestations of his illness, and then consider this factor."
The players then expressed their understandings one by one, and He Feng separated out the ones that could be used and eliminated those that could not be attempted.
After discussing for a while, Shen Zishu came over to interrupt them and said that the meal was ready. Only then did everyone realize what was going on and they were all starving.
"I was wondering why I didn't see your boyfriend. Turns out he went out to cook." Zhou Moqing rubbed his hands together, "I've heard that Brother Shen's cooking is delicious. Now I finally get to eat it, hehehe."
Due to the large number of people, Shen Zishu made a hodgepodge.
Pork ribs, winter melon, potato vermicelli and green beans are generally a good choice.
Just as Shen Zishu expected, most people had a high tolerance for these things and didn't really dislike them. Plus, with the buff of his delicious cooking, everyone was only focused on eating and no one had time to speak.
He Feng leaned on Shen Zishu, taking a bite of steamed bun and a bite of stew, his eyes slightly narrowed with satisfaction.
Her boyfriend still makes the best food.