When someone with depression enters the horror game

The hall was lit with pale lights, which matched the atmosphere of a hospital horror movie.

Shen Lian stopped crying and carefully looked at the people in the hall.

Including myself, there are twelve people in total.

The big man with the fire ax looked very hostile, no one approached there.

A female office worker in business attire was sitting on a chair. Shen Lian noticed that she was barefoot, probably because she had taken off her high heels.

And the young man from the funeral family beside the elevator glanced at the female white-collar worker inadvertently. He seemed to have a strong psychological quality. After all, he still maintained his lustful heart.

Two female students stood in another corner wiping tears. Shen Lian recognized their school uniforms, which belonged to a high school nearby.

As for the young man in a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses playing with a scalpel, he looked inexplicably refined and scum.

Shen Lian wanted to continue observing, when a man rushed in.

He looked miserable, with blood all over his elegant suit, his hair disheveled, frightened, and pale.

Shen Lian looked down at his watch, it was 59:[-].

This is the last survivor.

The hands of the clock go one circle, ten o'clock.

A voice suddenly sounded in the hall: "Dear players, welcome to the horror game."

The tone of voice fluctuates, male and female are indistinguishable, as if reciting a prose poem, inexplicably needing a beating.

"Congratulations, you have overcome some small obstacles and come to the beautiful Novice Village."

The adjective "beautiful" successfully ignited Shen Lian's desire to complain.

"Now, start the novice mission."

"There should be 40 players, but there are 12 players."

Including the player who just arrived, there are 13 people in the entire hall.

Shen Lian realized something.

"There is a ghost among you, please ensure that you will not be killed by it before five o'clock in the morning."

The big man with the fire ax cursed.

The female high school student who was holding hands just now subconsciously separated her hands, and then pulled them back together guiltily.

Shen Lian lowered her head, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

Friendship.

The group began to guard each other, wary of each other.

"Have a nice game."

When Shen Lian opened her eyes again, she found herself in a department.

He is too familiar with this place.

The second floor of the outpatient department, the third department of psychiatry.

Is this, spreading everyone apart?

Perhaps, he should think about it.

There is a ghost among them.

Judah was No.13, and he thought of No.13 who rushed in at the last moment, the man in the suit.

Will it be him?

Will it be the ordinal number that No.13 is so easy to think of?

Shen Lian couldn't be sure.

"Ghosts" don't stand there and let others kill them.

Shen Lian was sure that that guy would provoke and kill people.

If Shen Lian had super fighting power, he would definitely come to the conclusion "Isn't it just a ghost? Just kill all 12 people except me".

It's a pity that he is a war scum.

This department cannot stay for long and must be transferred to another place.

What he thought of was the monitoring room on the fifth floor and the morgue on the second floor.

The monitoring room is considered a strategic location, and more than one person may think of it, and his combat effectiveness is not strong, let alone his arms and legs were broken.

As for the morgue, which normal person would think of going to the morgue in this atmosphere and environment?

As for whether abnormal events will happen in the morgue, Shen Lian thinks the possibility is less than [-]%.

After all, this is a "novice village", and the task released is an internal problem that tests human nature.

"So what if there are abnormal events? Am I still afraid of death?"

There is no joy in life, no fear in death.What would a person like him be afraid of?

He opened the drawer of the desk and found a piece of wire familiarly.

His attending physician was an old urchin who claimed that a wire opened all the gates of the hospital, and he also learned a few tricks.

Then he suddenly thought that next to the morgue should be the legendary chainsaw room.

Maybe he could get a chainsaw.

The kind of chainsaw that cuts up corpses.

His head hurts now, but his spirit is starting to be hyperactive.

He opened the door a thin crack, and luckily, no one was outside.

The internal stairs are at the end of the corridor.

He walked over lightly and opened the lock with a wire.

Shen Lian thanked herself for taking the hospital as her own.

He continued to walk quietly downstairs.

first floor.

basement.

Negative second floor.

Shen Lian seemed to smell the smell of formalin.

With all his strength, he threw the hammer in his hand at the camera.

Missed.

Again.

The moment the hammer was released, Shen Lian lost all strength.

Fortunately, I won this time.

The two impacts made a loud noise and broke the silence. He bowed towards the morgue and said softly, "The dead rest in peace."

He opened the door of the chainsaw room with the help of the miserable green light from the "Safe Passage" sign.

"Let's saw one by one," he thought.

Shen Lian got a chainsaw.

But the moment he got the chainsaw, he couldn't help thinking about a philosophical question.

"Should I take this chainsaw and kill myself first?"

Cut the carotid artery and trachea quickly.