[Infinite] End Game

Chang He's slow voice pulled Tang Yu out of his thoughts. He nodded, agreed, put the letter away with him, stuffed it back with cotton, and put the doll back in the cabinet.

But just as he was about to close the cabinet door, Tang Yu looked at the doll's dark blue eyes, which were gradually eroded by the shadows and full of scratches, and a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind, and he subconsciously said, "Wait a little longer."

Tang Yu: "I also want to see other cabinets."

As he said that, Tang Yu opened the closet at 117 next door. There was only one ordinary piece of clothing in it. Looking at the one at 118, it was the same.

He paid extra attention to the cabinets of Little Curly and Cranky Boy 113.I found that the custom-made small suits of Xiao Curly should be among the best among all personal items here in terms of sophistication, and the clothes of 113 are the other extreme, tattered, full of stains, piled up in the cabinet like a pair of clothes that cannot be washed Like a rag.

It's hard to imagine how these two people got in touch, but in fact, the little curly hair obviously cared about 113, and 113 also had an instinctive defense of the little curly hair when he wasn't crazy.

Chang He stood there thinking for a second. From his angle, he could just see Tang Yu's bright eyes because of his firmness.He didn't say anything, just looked at it for a while, and then silently stepped forward to help.

And after opening a few times in succession, Chang He also gradually had a feeling of paradox.

117 is Ning Han's cabinet, 118 is Ming Shu's, and Chang He's own No. 103, as well as several people who went crazy and died before.There is a set of clothes that have no similar styles, but are very common, stacked in their cabinets.

Chang He raised his eyebrows imperceptibly.

Like Silica's dolls, it was unclear whether the clothes belonged to them or from previous patients.If it is your own, then in this world, the player does not appear out of thin air, but has a relatively real identity background.

This information may or may not be useful, but no matter what, it seems that he has no way to deduce who is the player from these items.

Tang Yu kept moving his hands, but time was running out.He wasn't sure that he wouldn't have a chance to come back next time, so he could only race against time to collect as much information as possible.

In this way, the two cooperated, and quickly opened all the cabinets to look at them. After looking at them, they discovered something was wrong.

It is not difficult to infer the patient's family background from personal belongings, but only 113% of the patients belong to the middle class.Among the remaining six floors, two are people from well-to-do families like Little Curly, and the remaining four are patients like [-] who don't even have a piece of clean and tidy clothes.

Oddly enough, this structure doesn't make sense.

This rehabilitation center is not a charity, or even a public institution—then, it is necessary to charge money for recuperation here, and in order to operate and make a profit, the treatment fee will not be very low.

But obviously, from the patients who didn't even have intact clothes, he couldn't see the slightest possibility of being able to afford the treatment fee.

It is very common for an institution to accept several patients who cannot pay due to its reputation and sympathy.But it is not normal to receive two-fifths of the total number of people.

In addition, the letter of thanks sent by Selim's mother mentioned many times that the dean was willing to reduce or exempt the treatment fee for them.It was difficult for Tang Yu to understand the behavior of each operator.

Because to put it simply - it's not worth it, it's not worth it.

Tang Yu didn't think there was any kindness hidden behind this. He put a big question mark on the motivation of this rehabilitation center, and then he didn't have to urge him again, and said, "Let's go."

This time, they have returned with a full load, but the explanation of one problem often leads to another deeper question.

The corridor was still quiet. Tang Yu and Chang He restored the door of the archive room. Walking in the corridor, the subtle sound of the soles of their shoes rubbing against the ground seemed to be amplified infinitely.

The two went downstairs lightly and quickly. The nurse who had been pinched unconscious by Chang He before was still sitting motionless on the chair with her head down.Chang He hung up the badge, and Tang Yu picked up the shoes stuck in the door and put them on for the nurse.Until they returned to the dormitory, the two of them didn't disturb anything that shouldn't be disturbed.

Ning Han and Ming Shu had already returned to the ward ahead of time, and were looking out nervously with their heads covered, especially when the door lock rang softly, their nerves were even more tense to the extreme.

Fortunately, when Tang Yu and Chang He came in, the eyes of the four people overlapped in the air. Chang He just took a look and looked away first, while Tang Yu smiled comfortingly at the two of them. With relieved expressions on their faces, they each fell asleep.

The night passed quickly, and the next morning was calm, except that the nurse felt an inexplicable sore neck.

Tang Yu saw the doctor as usual, and after being stuffed with medicine, he was driven to the open space outside the door to let the wind go.Ning Han and Tang Yu stood together, Ming Shu helped them keep an eye on the movements around them, and Ning Han whispered to Tang Yu what happened last night.As novices who entered the dungeon for the second time, the two of them did not dare to go directly to the third floor, but bravely went to the sixth treatment room, and dug out their cases and read them again.

"Mingshu and I were admitted to the hospital at the same time, five days ago. You are a week earlier than us, and the guy in 103 is half a month earlier than you, but to say that the oldest person in our ward is still counting small volumes Mao and 113...Oh, by the way, they were both admitted to the hospital on the same day, and it has been more than a year."

"More than a year?" Tang Yu was a little surprised, and couldn't help but confirm to him: "They were admitted to the hospital in the summer of 1933?"

Ning Han nodded affirmatively: "Yes, in June."

Tang Yu asked: "Then do you know what the symptoms of the little curly hair are?"

"...This," Ning Han recalled, before saying, "I remember dizziness, vomiting, and auditory and visual hallucinations."

That's right.

Tang Yu suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and many of Little Curly's words before and last night's file reappeared in his mind, making him seem to have caught a little tail somewhere.

After Ning Han finished speaking, he stood beside Tang Yu, his expression gradually becoming a little reserved.

There is no doubt that intelligence plays a role in customs clearance dungeons, and no one does not want intelligence.He shared the information for exchange, but he didn't need to think about it to know that Tang Yu's information must be more important than his own, so Ning Han didn't think that his little information could be exchanged for much valuable things.

But what I have to say is that although his mind is clear, his heart still holds some kind of hope that the sky will fall.For an uncle like Ning Han whose actual age was almost 70, he really didn't know how to speak up cheekily, so his expression became more and more embarrassing.

"...We also discovered something yesterday." Looking at Ning Han's expression, Tang Yu understood what he was thinking.He is indeed not the holy father, and there is no need to share the information he has obtained for free, but this does not mean that he is a miser. Since the two are treated as cooperation partners, basic honesty is required.So, Tang Yu didn't hide anything, and told the two of them about the situation in the file room. After speaking, he stopped disturbing people's thinking, turned around and followed the thoughts that popped up in his mind, and went to find Xiao Curly .

He still has some questions that need to be answered by the little curly hair.

The author has something to say: Sorry!babies!Bald once again felt the mockery of reality QAQ!

Because Bald needs to make a year-end report for the unscrupulous leader, he needs to ask for a day off tomorrow! !

I apologize for dropping 20 red envelopes in this chapter, so please don’t give up bald, cute little fairies!

【--kneel! 】