The characters in the horror game have a crush on me

"Little baby, don't be afraid..."

"I know you look forward to that moment more than I should. It's an honor for you to be a delicacy. Of course, I must also thank you for giving me such a wonderful night."

Across the aisle, Jiang Yilin held his breath, trying to hear those voices that seemed to be far away more clearly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah----"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah----"

The black-haired young man heard the scream of the living person getting more and more miserable, accompanied by the sound of the chainsaw cutting the person's body continuously.

Jiang Yilin's eyes darkened, he didn't move forward, nor did he retreat, he stayed where he was, and continued to listen to the movement over there.

Suddenly, he heard the voice suddenly cut off.

——Could it be... that man with the chainsaw also cut off the vocal cords?Or, is it already dead?

Jiang Yilin continued to meditate, but heard a soft conversation-like voice.

"Frank... I'm hungry, when will you be able to cook your own meal?"

"Jeff, listen carefully. Although I am a chef in this mental hospital, I also want to eat. I have no obligation to cook for you."

"Of course, if you push me more... I don't mind replacing the person lying on the cutting board with you in this room."

"...Frank, fuck! Well...I was wrong, don't point this chainsaw at me..."

"Okay, I get it, the first condition to eat delicious food is patience... I will restrain myself, but please hurry up, Frank."

The voice of the conversation gradually decreased, and Jiang Yilin licked his lips.

——It stands to reason that "Jeff" should be the bald man who dragged the corpse and pushed back the switch that he had opened before.

——And this Frank... seems to be using a chainsaw to forcefully tear apart a human body, and then make it into a delicacy.

—Is he a cannibal?

Listening to this conversation, Jiang Yilin couldn't help frowning in the darkness.

Although he is a completely rational person, as a human being... as a human being who still has basic moral principles, after learning that some people are eating human flesh, especially living people as a dish.

After learning of such a state of mind, the black-haired youth still felt a strong sense of disgust in his heart.

——Yes, that’s right, it’s disgusting.

Jiang Yilin didn't know what kind of experiments they had endured in this mental hospital, but the state of mind they had now could no longer be called human beings.

Humans... can't and won't eat their own kind. They're just livestock in human skin.

He licked his lips and suddenly thought of a very interesting thing.

The black-haired youth asked the system in his mind, "System, do I have the ability to torture and kill these creatures in this dungeon?"

"Let's put it more bluntly. Do I have [eligibility] to kill these creatures in this dungeon?"

In many similar games, there is a very strong imbalance, that is, the chaser can brutally kill the people who are in the escape camp, while the people in the escape camp can only escape, but cannot choose to resist.

However, after going through the last test, Jiang Yilin knew that these scenes are not as simple as in the game - they are also real.

As long as it exists in real life... As long as it is not a data character that is purely manipulated through the screen, then Jiang Yilin has the confidence to reverse all this and give those people the punishment they deserve.

【Mr. Jiang, from your tone, you seem to want to kill them...? 】

The system seemed to be helping Jiang Yilin think about the possibility, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was slightly contemptuous.

【how to say?Their physical fitness is not as simple as you think. 】

[I won’t mention other people for the time being, just talk about the bald man named Jeff you just met, and another man whose code name is chef named Frank, their physical fitness is normal because of secret experiments. About three times. 】

[If you want to kill them, you can, provided that you have a lethal prop. 】

[But I still want to remind you of this sentence... This is not a win-win thing, it is essentially a thankless thing. 】

[The purpose of this dungeon is twofold, one is to allow you to discover the truth about the riots of mental patients in the entire mental hospital, and the second is to leave smoothly. 】

[The core of the entire dungeon is escape and puzzle solving. In other words, even if you try to kill them in order to satisfy your inner peace, the degree of cracking the world view will not increase. 】

Jiang Yilin suddenly chuckled when he heard the system's voice.

He replied in his mind, "System...you know what? I realized from a very early age that our worldviews are different, so we see many things differently."

"We don't need to argue on this issue. I do my own thing and walk my own way... You just need to have corresponding guidance, or keep silent, it's fine."

The system was silent for a long time and did not speak again.

—Is the world view different...?

——This kind of thing...I knew it a long time ago, ah...it's really sad, Mr. Jiang.

………………

In the dark hallway.

Jiang Yilin waited patiently for a while, and when he heard the sound of the chainsaw stopped, the chef seemed to put the chainsaw aside and started frying the oil pan.

Then, a burst of fried meat smell penetrated into the tip of his nose.

The black-haired young man's stomach was churning again. Through his shirt, he smoothed his stomach to make himself feel better.

After a while, he heard their communication again.

"By the way... didn't I hear that a small flying insect slipped in? It should be dealt with by the doctor."

The voice was that of the guy who was called the chef before, and his voice was a little thinner than that of the bald head.

——Little flying insect?Could it be that when I just entered the dungeon, the system prompted...that friend Miles who sent me an email?

[Ding——Ding——]

[Detection——detection——]

[Exploration degree of world view: 15%]

"...I don't know the specifics, but are you worried about the doctor's IQ?"

"Didn't he fall into the doctor's hands? Heh, if it's a doctor, he can handle these things well."

The bald man said slowly.

It seems that because there are still some pieces of meat in his mouth, his voice is a little fuzzy.

Jiang Yilin supported the wall with his hands, and the slightly furrowed brows relaxed.

"Sounds like a very useful piece of information... In other words, there is a certain possibility that Miles is not dead?"

The black-haired youth thought to himself.

——It seems...it seems necessary, I went to the doctor...

After a while, Jiang Yilin heard the sound of water flowing again.

There was a sound of running water coming out of the faucet, as if someone was washing something.

"Is this chef still a little bit clean? He knows that he has to wash after eating."

He twitched his lips slightly.

It wasn't until there was no sound in that room that Jiang Yilin continued to turn on the night vision camera and walked forward.

After walking to the end, Jiang Yilin touched a small door above his head, and after gently pushing the door open a little, he poked his head out of the camera first, and recorded all the scenes above.

After confirming that no one was there, he slowly pushed the door open and climbed up.

The black-haired youth raised his eyebrows slightly.

It was indeed a kitchen.

The Jushan Mental Hospital has a large scale and a large number of personnel, so this kitchen is fully equipped.

Of course... If you ignore the blood stains on the floor and the skeletons left over from what they ate, it is indeed a modern ordinary kitchen.

Jiang Yilin took a few steps forward, avoiding the blood on the ground.

"Gas, oven, sink..."

The black-haired young man turned around and stopped in front of a refrigerator waiting to grow up.

With a premonition in his heart, he slowly opened the refrigerator again.

——As expected...

Jiang Yilin closed the refrigerator door again, showing a strange expression.

The function of the refrigerator is to store food. It was invented because human beings were afraid that the meat would not be fresh.

And in this place called Hell's Kitchen, the cannibal chef naturally put many organs of the human body in it—especially the most tender parts, such as the heart and liver.

After calming down for a while, he moved his hand back along the appearance of the refrigerator, and then touched a switch of the electric switch.

"Crack - crack -"

Jiang Yilin turned on the switch in this room again, and the whole kitchen suddenly became much brighter again.

[Ding——Ding——]

[Detection——detection——]

[Exploration degree of world view: 20%]

The black-haired young man turned his head to look, and under the light, there was a person whose face could not be seen clearly lying on the cutting board.

His eyes were wide open and he couldn't close them, giving people an extremely desperate feeling. The flesh in his chest was already empty, and he could see the obvious skeleton.

Judging by the man's clothes, it seems that he was originally a cleaning staff.

Jiang Yilin looked at it, but still helped him close his eyes, and said softly, "May you rest in peace."

The black-haired youth rummaged around again, but found that there was no trace of the chainsaw here.

He couldn't help frowning, "It's really difficult... It seems that I was right. The chef didn't put the chainsaw in the kitchen."

"For him, the chainsaw is not a special cooking equipment, it should be a killing tool that he carries with him."

[Ding——Ding——]

[Detection——detection——]

[Exploration degree of world view: 25%]

Jiang Yilin groped his chin, thinking, "My physical fitness is a little worse than theirs, and that chef still has a chainsaw in his hand... If I fight him with bare hands, there should be no good end .”

"—Better think of a way to get his chainsaw."

——In terms of purely rational analysis, the chef's chainsaw can cut human bones abruptly, and its sharpness can be imagined.

After Jiang Yilin thought about it, he took the camera and opened the kitchen door lightly.

He raised his eyebrows.

——The interior decoration of this mental hospital... really looks like a large factory.

Jiang Yilin's feet stepped on the mesh surface made of barbed wire, and it felt unreliable.Due to the years of disrepair, it seems that people who step on it will fall from the second floor if they use a little force.

The black-haired young man squatted down, reached out and touched the rusty barbed wire, and had some plans in his heart.

"Maybe we can use this...to deal with the chef and the bald man."

When Jiang Yilin turned around, he saw something that made him feel somewhat comforted.

— That's a floor plan.

At the top of the entire floor plan, all the structures of this giant mountain mental hospital are clearly divided. Judging from its layout, the first floor of the entire mental hospital is the staff locker room, and another room full of corpses was originally a pantry.

On the first basement floor, there is also a senior management room with a crossed arrow clearly marked on it, indicating that irrelevant people are prohibited from entering.

Jiang Yilin touched his chin with a strange expression, "Senior Management Office? There is a problem."

The black-haired youth continued to read.

And on the second floor where he is now, more than half of the space covers the kitchen he just explored, and the other rooms are not yet clear.

On the third floor, the male psychiatric ward and the female psychiatric ward are clearly marked.

And on the fourth floor is the infirmary.

"Fourth floor, infirmary... where the doctor is..."

"Miles should be there if he's still alive."

"It seems that we have to grope through floor by floor... sooner or later we will bump into that doctor."

Jiang Yilin just glanced at it lightly, and grasped everything about this structural diagram in his mind.

He turned around and walked forward.

Go straight ahead and you will pass through this section of road paved with barbed wire.

Ahead, is a dark corner.

——No, no...

The black-haired youth stopped suddenly.

Jiang Yilin frowned.

Because...he heard a slight click of a buckle coming from that dark corner.

It's like flipping a switch on a chainsaw,

Let the sharp blade,

The voice coming from the metal coat.