The characters in the horror game have a crush on me

Jiang Yilin walked towards the fourth room with the little dough lying on his shoulders.

Before entering the room, he heard the introduction about the monster in the next room.

"Drip-drip--"

"Warning—warning—"

"The fourth door has been opened—scp detection, detection—"

"Remind testers, item number: scp: 049, epidemic doctor."

"Item Classification: Equlid."

The system said in the black-haired young man's mind, 【Friendly reminder, Mr. Jiang... This creature seems to be a very kind creature, and it likes to cure diseases and save lives—of course, if you look at it from one aspect. 】

[In fact, the epidemic doctor can resurrect the dead through a certain kind of strange operation. 】

——Surgery to resurrect the dead...?

After Jiang Yilin heard the words of the system, he narrowed his eyes slightly, "Everything is about balance... I don't believe there will be surgery that doesn't cost anything."

"What are the corresponding conditions for performing this operation?"

The system laughed and replied, 【First of all, this kind of surgery is something you don't want to experience... In order to prevent it from being silenced, I won't go into details. 】

[Secondly, the people who were rescued by the epidemic doctor... can no longer be counted as human beings. Their brains have lost all activity, and they will appear in a state similar to 'living dead'. 】

"That's... terribly bad."

Jiang Yilin said softly.

【So... Mr. Jiang, if you want to avoid all this, please remember...】

【—Don’t die. 】

[As long as you touch it, any living body will completely lose its vitality in an extremely short period of time, and fall into death in the popular sense. 】

Jiang Yilin was not fooled by the system.

——Aren’t you going to be touched by it...?

——The system gave a detailed explanation for the first time... If you push it backwards... that is to say...

After listening to the system's words, the black-haired young man thought for a while, touched his chest, and said with pursed lips, "Despite your warning...but I always feel that the scp foundation put this creature in the next room, it should be It has its purpose."

The system shook his head, with a somewhat pampering and helpless voice.

It said, 【Sure enough, it can't escape Mr. Jiang's eyes...】

[Indeed, there is nothing wrong. 】

[If you want to experience it, you can give it a try. 】

【Let me remind you seriously here...that existence called scp:049 will help you explore the identity of this body. 】

"Helpful?"

The black-haired young man laughed and said, "It seems... I don't have any other choice."

In this dungeon, Jiang Yilin's cognition of this body, apart from knowing that he is different from ordinary people in terms of spirit, he also knows nothing about other hidden secrets.

"That is to say, do I have to try to undergo the operation of the epidemic doctor to get more information?"

His eyes suddenly grew long, with a bit of casual playfulness.

"—Death... sounds like a very interesting experience."

After finishing speaking, the black-haired young man pressed the doorknob and opened the door completely.

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In the fourth room.

The entire room is arranged with metal chains, which looks quite gloomy.

There was only one lamp in the middle of this room, the light was very weak, and the flickering candle flame flickered in the old-looking wick, as if it would be completely dimmed after taking a breath.

The dim light covered a radius of four or five meters from it, illuminating a small area that was originally dark.

Next to the candle, there was a bed, covered with a white cloth.

Jiang Yilin walked forward slowly, and found that there seemed to be something slightly raised under the white cloth.

The black-haired young man narrowed his eyes and tore off the bed sheet violently!

"Tear it—"

The snow-white sheets were thrown on the floor, and on the bare mattress of the bed, there was a plate.

This metal plate contains a lot of equipment that looks like a hospital surgery, different types of tweezers, scissors... and a needle tube that seems to contain a strange medicine.

Jiang Yilin picked up the needle, put it on the wing of his nose, and sniffed it lightly, but he didn't smell any strange smell.

He put down the needle and looked around again.

The entire room was well-furnished...but no one was seen even dressed as a doctor.

Jiang Yilin smiled and said, "Compared to the operating room...this room seems more like a dark laboratory."

These things didn't give him too much sense of surprise. He found it strange that he didn't see the so-called scp:049 figure in this room.

However, after a few seconds...

The little dough, which was lying quietly on his shoulder, suddenly shook its tentacles, and gently touched Jiang Yilin's neck, causing the young man to turn his gaze in another direction.

Following the guidance of Xiaodao, Jiang Yilin saw that the door leading to another room inside was opened by something.

In another room, a person came out slowly.

——No... It is not accurate to say that it is a person.Because Jiang Yilin couldn't see his face clearly at all, he looked like a person from the last century, his whole body was wrapped in a long black robe.

Where the face should have been, there was an oddly shaped mask that looked like a bird's beak.

Jiang Yilin looked up into the other's eyes.

The man was wrapped extremely tightly, only revealing a pair of lifeless eyes, with a somewhat decadent color.

--beak……

The black-haired youth tilted his head and thought.

He felt that this outfit was very familiar, and countless messages began to recede in his thoughts.

——A dark mask... the shape of a bird's beak...

——The black robe...symbolizes death...and the virus that isolates everything...

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and the picture in his mind suddenly stopped at a certain period of time in Europe.

Jiang Yilin made a clear voice, "This is... the costume of a European Black Death doctor in the Middle Ages?"

——No wonder... The Black Death was extremely contagious, and it once left a deep shadow in Europe. Among these copies containing Western culture, it couldn't be better to use it to symbolize death and resurrection.

scp: 049 slowly approached Jiang Yilin.

In an instant, the black-haired youth made other judgments about the containment.

——Looking at its size...it should be a little taller than me, taller and thinner, but the sound of its footsteps is heavier, and it seems to have stronger strength than the [shy person] in the first room... So what is hidden in this black robe?Is it human?

To judge whether the other party is malicious towards him, Jiang Yilin feels that a more important tool is to look through the other party's eyes.

——Yes...that's right, it's just the eyes.

This creature considered dangerous by the system, but its eyes looked extremely obedient and tame, with a bit of ignorance and ignorance, not at all like a doctor who has experienced many battles and seen too many deaths.

When scp: 049 walked towards Jiang Yilin, that huge body didn't make him feel any danger at all.

The black-haired young man licked his lips, thinking of the last reminder from the system, his expression became a little urgent.

He comforted the somewhat disturbed little dough, and wrote on its soft tentacles.

—Some strange things may happen to me later... Don't act rashly, hide aside.

Little Dough was shocked when he heard Jiang Yilin's request, and hurriedly wrote on Jiang Yilin's shoulder.

--no!It's super dangerous!

The dark-haired youth smiled silently.

——Could it be possible... I still ask for your help?You tickle it too?Um?

Little Dough: "..."

Little Dough hesitated for a while, but finally heeded Jiang Yilin's words, moved down from his shoulders, and hid in the corner of the wall.

And these didn't cause any changes in scp: 049, it was still slowly walking towards Jiang Yilin.

"patta-patta-"

The distance between them is constantly shrinking...

The black-haired young man raised his eyebrows and walked towards the epidemic doctor.

Jiang Yilin's speed was much faster than scp: 049, within a few steps, he stood still in front of the humanoid creature in black robe.

scp: 049 also stopped, looking at the humans in front of him with blank eyes.

The black-haired young man raised his eyebrows and said with a chuckle, "Can I call you a doctor?"

The creature on the opposite side seemed a little slow, and it took a while before it slowly nodded.

Then, Jiang Yilin showed a smile.

His smile was a bit provocative, and the black-haired youth stretched out his hand, about to touch scp: 049's lowered hand.

"I heard...you will heal others only after you have experienced a real death, right?"

"It's very interesting... I would like to experience for you what real death is."

While the black-haired young man was speaking, Jiang Yilin didn't notice that scp: 049's gaze flickered, as if a crack had appeared on the originally flawless porcelain.

——For me...willingly experience, experience death?

He focused his attention on scp:049's slender human-like fingers.

There are thin calluses on the knuckles of the fingers—the marks left by holding the scalpel all year round.

Jiang Yilin put his finger on the monster's finger.

scp: 049's fingers are very cold, as if they were favored by Satan, they broke through the ground from the damp cemetery, and brought the dead things of the plague.

——how wonderful...death and new life are hidden in the palm of this creature.

Jiang Yilin thought so, and slowly, he felt a sense of powerlessness similar to being drained of life force, spreading throughout his body.

——Are you... dead?

The doctor in black robe looked at the young man in front of it, thinking so.

Feeling that the black-haired young man's body gradually became colder, his breathing seemed to be weaker, and the expression of the previously dull monster seemed to become more flexible.

It stretched out its hand, slowly touched the young man's chest, lowered its head, and listened like a lover.

"Plop-plop-"

It was the sound of the heart beating.

"Plop——plop——"

The voice became more and more sluggish, as if the flesh in the young man's chest had been overwhelmed.

It was the sound of the heart gradually weakening, symbolizing failure.

In an instant, the mask seemed to become extremely alive, as if it was alive, and there was a slight smile at the place where the bird's beak was suspected.

——It's dying... This creature is dying!

The originally numb eyes under the mask became hotter and hotter.

The life of this species... is coming to an end.

— it needs help... it needs rebirth.

—it needs itself.