It's time, it's time to become an evil god

Blood was sprayed all over the ceiling of the single cell, and a pool of blood even gathered on the ground.A man sat on top of piles of corpses, his hands folded under his chin, and he slowly raised his head to look at the paper man rushing in front of him.

Bai Ge's face was still stained with blood, he wiped it off with the corner of his clothes indifferently, and asked suspiciously, "Why are you here? What are you doing with the watermelon knife in your hand?"

The paper piercer quickly took out a big watermelon from behind, cut the watermelon in half with a knife, and presented it flatteringly, saying that he knew that the boss was experiencing life in a mental hospital, so everyone came over with the big watermelon to express their condolences.He also said very politely that this watermelon was grown with dung water, and it was sweeter than first love.

Bai Ge didn't bother to pay attention to the other party, and walked towards the outside of the door.And the Zhizharen followed behind him carrying a watermelon knife.The leader of the cult kneeling in the corridor was dumbfounded when he saw Baige walking out of the ward intact, and even the evil god condescended to follow behind him.

Something is wrong, something is wrong, something must be wrong!

He stood up, clenched his fists, stood behind Baige and shouted, "Wait, I want to know, you, no, who is Your Excellency?"

"I?"

Bai Ge didn't bother to pay attention to the other party. He had more important things to do, so he made up a nonsense, "As I said before, I'm just an old two-dimensional."

"Old Two-dimensional? Old Two-dimensional?"

The figure of the other party has disappeared in the depths of the dark corridor, only the penguin is left chewing on what he just said. It was originally a bland answer, but under his analysis ability of perfect score in Chinese reading comprehension in the college entrance examination, the penguin revealed With a suddenly realized expression, he patted the back of his head and said convincingly, "I understand, so that is what it means. Only Two-dimensional can save the world in dire straits! Thank you, senior, I will go to establish the lovelive holy religion!"

Penguin's eyes were filled with a firm light, and he bowed deeply in the direction of Baige's departure full of gratitude.

It is our duty to recast the glory of Two-dimensional!

……

At night, the Xushi Mental Hospital is almost turning into a zoo, with all kinds of patients crying and howling. It is estimated that even the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva can't grasp the depth of the water.

The silversmith who had melted into liquid metal slowly gathered in the corner to look like a human being. For this task, he bought a special anesthetic gas prop called [Sleeping Mori Kogoro] at the flea market, which can selectively let someone Some targets fell asleep.Now the nurses and doctors on duty in the entire hospital are safely trapped in a dream, even if the real estate certificate is dropped in the sky outside, they can't wake up.

Silversmith first came to the monitoring room to close and destroy all the monitoring videos. This time the mission was only vaguely given a mission goal to go to the basement, but he was at a loss as to what to do specifically.

However, silversmiths have encountered this kind of mission before, and the system will give various hints in the mission copy. Once the player hunter misses those hints, it is very likely to increase the difficulty of the mission or even risk failure.

So the silversmith didn't rush to tens of thousands of basements, but needed to collect all kinds of clues halfway.

According to the architectural plan of Xushi Mental Hospital, it can be determined that these newly built floors do not have a so-called basement. The only building with a basement is the ward that had been burned down before. It was considered a major accident in Xushi at that time, resulting in the death of 32 patients. Seven injured and one missing.

As for the reason for the burning of the ward, the answer is vague. According to the answer given by the fire department, the ward was deliberately set on fire, but after many investigations, no evidence of arson was found. Later, the investigation was also stranded, and the burned ward was put on hold. , has not been enabled for many years.

The silversmith was keenly aware that the fire accident that year might be inextricably linked to the missing patient, so he tried every means to sneak into the file room and try to investigate the news of the missing mental patient, but there was only one name and gender on it. , and nothing else.

And the condition was just a sloppy diagnosis of delusional disorder.

There are too many unreasonable things, and Yinjiang vaguely feels that there are other secrets behind the mental hospital.He stood up from the hidden corner and went to the dangerous building surrounded by wild grass and bushes.However, as soon as he took a step, he felt a strange force floating from the depths of the corridor.

The gloomy atmosphere instantly enveloped the whole body, and goosebumps suddenly rose.

The silversmith took out the hand mirror from his pocket, only to find that there were countless spider web-like cracks on the mirror surface of the mirror, which seemed to be broken by some mysterious force unconsciously.

Tapping.

Footsteps were heard in the corridor, and the silversmith quickly put on a guarded posture, and waited until the figure approached to see clearly that it was the new patient.

Sure enough, this guy has a problem.

The silversmith's heart was full of ups and downs, but he still said calmly, "I didn't expect you to dare to follow me."

"and then?"

Bai Ge put his hands in his trouser pockets and said as he walked, "I'm just curious and want to visit the mental hospital in the middle of the night."

"Ha ha."

The silversmith waved his phone, "I've placed an order on the WeChat applet to ask someone to hack you to death. Tell me when you're hacked, so I can confirm delivery."

"Excuse me."

Bai Ge stretched out his hands from his trouser pockets, and said with a sneer, "You might give the seller a bad review."

An ominous premonition welled up in his heart, and the silversmith sensed that something was wrong, and immediately prepared to take out the weapon from the quest props bar, only to find that the whole person was frozen and unable to move.

It felt as if the time and space around him had stopped, and he could only watch helplessly as the other party walked towards him.

The immobile silversmith watched Bai Ge approaching him in horror, he couldn't even speak, and there was only one crazy thought deep in his heart.

Could this man be able to stop time?

The corridor is filled with countless fishing lines thinner than hair, forming an invisible spider web, trapping the prey inside.

Bai Ge rubbed his hands together with a smile, and raised his fists, as if a boxer was ready to punch and fight at any time.

"Do you know how to smash Varudo?"

Chapter 92 We have no morals, players are like this 4k

The nervous and frightened silversmith couldn't even swallow a sip of water. It seemed that there were invisible thin threads entangled him in the air. At this moment, he felt a little regretful. The other party obviously used some kind of concealed means to hide his breath and approached quietly.He was completely careless. He didn't expect that there were still crouching dragons and phoenixes hidden in the small mental hospital.

"Don't be nervous, this is a new trick developed by the Egyptian sling group after watching animation for many years. Unfortunately, there is no road roller nearby, so I have to use this instead. Anyway, the effect is similar."

After finishing speaking, Bai Ge took out the electric shock baton from his pocket, with a terrifying arc flashing on the top.Moreover, the names of the props are specially projected on it, so as to introduce the props to the opponent intimately.

【Avada Kedavra】

Seeing these seven words, the silversmith just felt cold, and suddenly remembered the horror legend that was circulated on the player forum. It is said that a certain mentally ill player was keen to torture the opponent's bull, and performed simple and rough physical castration treatment .All of a sudden, people were in a state of panic, and the low-level players who lacked life-saving props specially put on insulator crotch protectors to ensure the safety of their bulls.

Could it be that this guy is the mentally unstable cattle hunter?

The silversmith vomited bitterness in his heart, did he make a mistake, can a mentally ill become a player these days?

Now even the opportunity to use props is restricted. If the opponent is not a player from the Special Affairs Bureau, he may die on the spot without a burial.Thinking of this, the silversmith panicked a little, and he immediately used the last prop that only needed to be activated with his mind.

【Psychic communication device】

"Boss, boss, wait a minute, I admit defeat, I surrender!"

Bai Ge, who was already ready to beat the opponent into a pig's head, was slightly stunned, and took a half step back cautiously. The opponent obviously didn't speak, but the voice echoed in his mind, which was extremely clear.

Is it some kind of spiritual tool?Sure enough, you never know what the hell your opponent is going to pull out of their inventory.

However, Bai Ge, who was holding an electric shock baton with dead sons and grandchildren, was also ashamed to criticize his opponent.

Baige had seen similar props in the flea mall before. A picture, a melody or even a weird symbol could cause interference and damage to players with low mental defense levels.

Seeing that the other party was not in a hurry to make a move after the communication, the silversmith grasped a glimmer of hope and begged for mercy, "Boss, as long as you don't kill me, I'm willing to unbind all the props on my body and transfer them to you, just beg for mercy." One life."

The other party tried their best to show their love to Bai Ge. After all, life is the most important thing in the game of clearing the level with one life. If the props are gone, you can go to the flea market to buy them.

After pondering for a moment, Bai Ge asked seriously, "Let me ask you, do you have that kind of mirror in your inventory that can read books?"

The silversmith froze for a moment, then replied weakly, "No, no."

"Is there a prop that can turn animals into various humanized beast mothers?"

The silversmith said deeply disturbed, "Huh? This, this is not there."

"Then is there any props that can bring oneself into the book world?"

"Shut up, a scholar can be killed but not humiliated!"

The silversmith took a deep breath and said slowly, "As a dignified player, I would rather die, hey, wait, it seems that I really have this item."

"Sorry, I don't need it anymore."

At this time, the silversmith realized that a group of ghostly monsters had appeared around him at some point, carrying two watermelon knives on his shoulders and walking slowly from the dark and gloomy corridor. Rising, like a ghost in hell.

The corridor instantly became gloomy and cold, filled with a strange atmosphere.

His eyes lit up, and he sneered, "Hey hey hey, you're finished, the ghost I ordered is here!"

With blue dragon and white tiger tattoos on his arms and Peppa Pig on his chest, the social ghost who is not easy to mess with at first glance slowly walked over. The silversmith rolled his eyes and signaled to do it immediately.Zhizharen also nodded knowingly that it was okay, but taking advantage of Baige's inattentive emptiness, he quietly walked behind, and suddenly pulled out the watermelon knife he had prepared in advance and began to cut the watermelon.

The other ghosts took a look at Baige under the gesture of the paper piercing man, picked up the bench and rushed over without saying a word, and arranged the positions clearly.

Seeing that the situation was not right, one of the strong and strong ghosts secretly picked up a piece and turned around to walk in front of Baige, expressing that the table was shaking a bit, and gave the boss a brick.

Bai Ge sat on the chair, eating watermelon, admiring the distressed look of the unlucky guy in front of him, and asked, "How do you feel?"

"How dare you betray me! What about your professional ethics?"

The silversmith was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. It was the first time he had seen such an unprofessional ghost. The evil spirits summoned before would be willing to eat shit as long as they paid enough.

And the paper piercer waved his hand, saying that he didn't want to do this at first, but the other party was too strong.

As a fierce ghost, it can still be clear after a full meal.

Grass!Feelings, you ghosts are still bullying!

Bai Ge waved his hand, interrupted their chat, stepped forward and said, "Okay, now you should tell me the secret of this mental hospital, my goal has nothing to do with you, I just want to know about the relationship between this mental hospital and The relationship between the disaster events in Yaotai Town. If you are satisfied with the answer, you can go back tonight for extra meals."

After speaking, he pointed to the ghosts who were ready to go, "The answer is not satisfactory, they will have extra meals tonight."

"Didn't you come to find the basement?"

"basement?"

The silversmith was also stunned, forced by the other party's coercion, he hesitated for a moment and still gave some clues.

"I don't know what secrets are hidden in the Xushi Mental Hospital. I just followed the instructions to enter the so-called basement of the Xushi Mental Hospital area. Everything is a systematic task."

"The basement of the mental hospital?"

"Yes, according to the information I collected before, Xu City once had a cremator for burning corpses, which was hidden in the basement. As for why there is a cremator in the mental hospital, I can only say that the reason behind it Person with second-degree burns."

Bai Ge asked interestingly, "Where is the location of the basement?"

"It should be in the abandoned old ward. A fire decades ago burned all the secrets."

The silversmith sighed and said, "That's all I know."

Bai Ge said thoughtfully, "It's okay, maybe I have a way to find out the secrets in the basement of the mental hospital."

I don't know why, but when I heard this sentence, I had an ominous premonition in my heart, "Wait, what on earth are you trying to do, you!"

"Of course I'm asking the dean who knows the most secrets of the mental hospital!"

The electric shock baton radiated bright light in the darkness, and the pale electric light reflected the face that was more terrifying than a ghost. Bai Ge turned his head and said with a sneer, "Let's hunt down those bulls caught in the darkness!"

……

There was a heart-pounding pain in his temple, and under the stimulation of the pain, his eyelids twitched. The director of the mental hospital slowly opened his eyes and looked around blankly.

"This is where?"

It was only after a few seconds that he recalled that he seemed to have fallen asleep unknowingly while correcting the document.

Before, because he suddenly received a call from his superior saying that a patient in his hospital was very likely to be impersonated, he asked for a quick investigation.But as soon as he hung up the phone and took a sip of black tea, his eyelids were so sleepy that he couldn't open them at all, and fell asleep on the table.