National Beast Survival: I can see hidden messages

Yes, fat people are not ordinary people. Would ordinary people have such a physique and such strength?

But at the same time, he is an ordinary person. The "ordinary person" here refers to the way of thinking. Maybe it is a little intellectual to look like this, but his thinking mode is similar to that of ordinary people.

So the fat man walked straight towards the iron cabinets. To be precise, there were four iron cabinets in total, neatly placed together.

Even if the fat man is very big, he can only be compared with two iron cabinets.

He stood between Cabinet No. 1 and Cabinet No. 2, with a confident smile on his face, "Hey, little piggy, I know you are hiding here."

After saying that, he did not choose to open the box to inspect the goods, but waved the huge rusty machete in his hand extremely violently, and slashed at the two cabinets viciously.

"boom!!"

There was a loud noise, and the doors of the two iron cabinets were deformed and twisted into a ball. If Su Fan was really inside, he would be shattered into pieces by this blow.

That nervous feeling of being discovered at any time...

That fear of being smashed...

That kind of depressing feeling that my heart is about to jump out, but I dare not breathe...

Su Fan had none of the above reactions.

While he was sighing in his heart that he made the right bet, the skilled man boldly and slowly got out from under the desk.

If you don’t run now, when will you wait? Do you have to wait for the fat man to chop him in the head with a knife?

Su Fan bent his back and walked slowly out of the room in front of the fat man's back.

Hearing the curses coming from the room and the fat man's playful jeers, Su Fan smiled knowingly and said in his heart: "If you slip away, I won't play with you anymore."

Then Su Fan completely let go of his speed, jogged all the way, and followed his memory to the monitoring room.

He took out the access card and inserted it into the card slot.

"Beep, identity verification successful."

The door was completely opened, and Su Fan had a clear view of the situation in the monitoring room.

Nothing else exists, only dozens of color screens playing surveillance content.

The contents on the screen were different. Su Fan stepped forward to see what the system asked him to find the access card for.

Some of the scenes were very familiar, including the scene of Angus' tragic death on the first floor, and the scene of the fat man who had not found Su Fan venting his anger against the wall.

And some images are very unfamiliar.

There is a scene of three or four mentally ill patients in hospital uniforms gathering together to eat. What is creepy is that the food in their lunch boxes is some kind of indescribable scarlet lump.

When they took a spoonful and brought it to their mouths, the blood-red juice exploded like pulp.

There are also a few patients who are crazy, either putting feces into their mouths, or smearing feces on the walls, depicting one after another weird images.

"Hey, good guy." Su Fan leaned in to look at the patients' "ghost drawings" and was quite curious about what they were drawing.

"Well, there are people who draw birds, and there are people who draw houses. They are all pictures with unknown meanings. But they are really talented people who can use that thing to draw such effects." Su Fan praised.

"Hey, there are actually people who draw sketches of people. At first glance, this drawing looks pretty good. At least you can tell it's a human being."

Su Fan's expression suddenly changed, he squinted his eyes and carefully observed the sketched figure.

It turns out that this character looks very much like him, both in the outline of his face and his facial features.

"How does he know what I look like?" Su Fan was a little surprised.

There is a line of words at the bottom. Although it is a bit blurry, Su Fan can still understand the general meaning. In other words, the system tried every means to let him understand it.

Su Fan murmured to himself and read out the words, "We will all die, including you!"

Normal people are in an environment of constant intimidation. A person is faced with various weird and bizarre cameras, and they even say "you will die" by name.

In this case, everyone must feel inexplicably frightened, or even tremble and dare not continue to explore. It is not impossible.

But Su Fan is really not a normal person.

"Oh, the painting is quite lifelike." Su Fan shrugged, raised his hand and clapped to himself. "But it's no wonder that fat people are mentally polluted. Most people really can't bear it."

After complaining, Su Fan moved his eyes to other places to see what new discoveries he made.

"Well, the system called me here. It's impossible just to watch the performances of these great artists."

He thought calmly, trying to find out what the system really wanted him to see.

"This scene is..."

Su Fan's eyes flickered and he moved his body in front of the screen.

Three special forces armed to the teeth appeared on the screen. They were holding special guns and rushed out of a door. As they ran, they desperately sent ammunition to the rear. In an instant, countless fire snakes sprayed out from the muzzles of the guns. .

"This firepower is so powerful that an ordinary small character would be shot dead in a few or two hits. Even a fat man would probably be affected by the impact, making it difficult to move forward at full speed."

Su Fan muttered secretly, and then continued to look at the surveillance camera.

Unexpectedly, when a special soldier fired his gun, he suddenly flew up and hit the ceiling hard, but Su Fan didn't see anything, as if there was an invisible big hand controlling the special soldier.

When the other two special forces saw this, they stopped shooting and ran away. They were extremely loyal and knew not to waste the escape opportunity created by their good brothers.

They had all run off the screen, and just when Su Fan thought the matter would be over, the two of them were pulled back by some magical force.

This invisible force was so powerful that it dragged them like garbage bags. Fire snakes flew everywhere, hitting the ceiling, walls, and ground, but it still could not prevent their death.

Then the screen changed and started playing again from the scene where three special forces scored a goal.

"It seems that this is not real-time surveillance, but surveillance video." Su Fan thought to himself, this is different from the content played on other screens, thinking that this may be something the system wants him to see.

Sure enough, the system issued an order: leave the monitoring room and investigate the secrets hidden in the mental hospital.

"Huh." Su Fan breathed out lightly and rubbed his sore eyes.

It happened to be at this time that the pictures on all the monitors changed at the same time. They were no longer in color, but in an extremely dark gray-white color.

Not only that, all the screens were showing a video in perfect harmony.

Su Fan subconsciously looked at the screen.

It was a cold man wearing a suit and holding a knife. He lowered his head at first and murmured, not knowing what to say.

Then, he seemed to find someone peeping at him secretly. He immediately raised his head and stared directly at Su Fan. He also rolled up his sleeves and muttered vague words.

"This guy isn't looking for trouble, is he?" Su Fan chuckled and didn't care. The monitoring room was far away from where the weirdo was. He had already run away if he came over.

However, suddenly, a stick came from behind Su Fan's head and hit him straight on the head.

Su Fan groaned, his vision went dark, his body went limp and he fell down.