Survival game by confession [unlimited]

Xiao Ji looked at the man.The man's clothes were clean, and he could even smell a faint scent of perfume around him.

The lights in the room are bright, and the living facilities inside are perfect.

There is a single bed behind him, and there is a bathroom behind him.Several books are neatly arranged on the bookshelf.Some of the books had their white edges turned up, but had been taped back together, evidently his master took great care of them.

There is an old-fashioned hanging clock on the back wall, the time on it is [-]:[-], the time of this clock seems to be different from the real time, which made Xiao Ji take a second look.

All in all, he doesn't look like a psychopath at all.

But Xiao Ji, who used to be a psychological counselor, sensed a certain kind of sick temperament from him, and he didn't let down his vigilance.

The more patients look like normal people, the more dangerous they are.

"Hello."

Xiao Ji signaled Duan Wenzhou to pick up the camera and start shooting.

The camera shakes for a moment, and it focuses on the two people in front of the confinement room. The chandelier hanging from the ceiling shakes, and it seems that there are a few dark shadows slipping across the wall.

[Filming has started - current fear value: 0 points]

Behind them, the empty hallway amplifies all sounds.

Some patients banged on the door angrily, some patients laughed wildly, some patients cried, and some patients whispered.

"We are journalists invited to conduct interviews. Can you take a few minutes to answer a few questions for us?"

"Please." The man smiled modestly.

"After all, the most important thing here is time.

Please forgive me for not being able to open the door, otherwise I would be more than willing to serve you two cups of black tea. It is really not the way of hospitality to make guests stand and talk like this. "

He closed the book in his hand, and Xiao Ji saw clearly that the title of the book was "Neuropathology".

"Excuse me, what's your name?"

"Ai Po Lian, please call me Ai Po."

"How many years have you been in Wushan Mental Hospital?"

"I'll think about it."

The man's slender fingers stroked his chin.

"I'm twenty... 29 years old this year, oh, that's 29 years."

In other words, he has stayed in Wushan Mental Hospital since birth.

"That's a really long time."

Xiao Ji stood in front of the window, looking at Ai Po who was sitting on the chair.

He suddenly discovered that the man's blond hair was somewhat similar to Dean Al's blond hair. They were both a pale platinum-blond color that was dazzling under the light.

"Yes." The man sighed.

"What illness were you sent in for?"

"Oh, I'm not sick." Ai Po said lightly.

"I was born in this mental hospital, because my father and mother are both mentally ill, so they also thought I was mentally ill, so they locked me up too."

"Wow, you are so pitiful."

The person holding the camera couldn't help but interjected, and the lens shook because of the instability of the man's hand.

"There's nothing to be pitiful about."

The man chuckled.

"Although the environment here is a bit worse, it allows me to have more time to think and study. The patients here are very interesting, and I have learned a lot from them."

"How is your living environment here?"

"It's very good. The roommates around me are all gentle, and the doctors and nurses are also responsible and reliable. I like this place very much."

"How's the food here?"

"It tastes great and is so filling that I eat a lot every day."

"Before I came here, I heard rumors that there are ghosts in your mental hospital. You have lived here for so long, have you ever seen a ghost?"

"Of course... I have."

The lights dimmed unconsciously.

Ai Po's face fell into deep black shadows, making it difficult to see the expression on his face clearly.

"Right here, in the hallway behind you.

The soul hides in the shadow under the cross, in the shadow of the corner, in the shadow of everyone, waiting to drag the ignorant into the whirlpool.

Pale, weeping ghosts, unaware of their own death, marched from wall to wall, went up to the roof, and jumped down.They died over and over again, experienced pain over and over again, and repeated the mortal struggle over and over again.

The doctors wore silver crow masks over their faces, and the hems of their sackcloth robes were stained with blood and black.

Holding slender black sticks, they lifted the sheets covered with fine mosquitoes and flies on the hospital bed, but they were still singing hymns in their mouths to bring relief to those patients who fell into hysteria.

At midnight, the bell ringer in armor carried the dead body on his shoulders to the towering twin bell towers in the center. He used the shriveled dead body as a hammer to ring the death knell for everyone in the hospital.

The window sills are full of crows, their mouths are full of rotting meat, they are hungry, their stomachs are empty, they are forever cursing, they all have unspeakable..."

Ai Po's overly gentle tone combined with such a terrifying description gave people a sense of confusion and absurdity. He spoke faster and faster, and those obscure words flowed out of his mouth, as if they had become mysterious incantations.

He became excited, his body trembled slightly, tears flowed from his emerald green eyes as bright as diamonds, and wet his golden eyelashes.

"boom--"

There was a sound like the air being torn apart, and a slender arm stretched out through the dense fence, and those steel bars were twisted into an incredible angle, and they were divided towards the two sides.

As if that seemingly fragile hand was something harder than steel.

Ai Po's hand went through the obstacle and clasped Xiao Ji's neck.

He easily tore off the high-necked shirt, revealing the delicate skin underneath, and gently stroked the rose tattoo on his neck. His fingertips were cold and slippery, like a soft and dangerous snake.

The weakest point with the most blood was held in the hands of others, and I could feel the blood flowing in the blood vessels below.

"Well, are you afraid?"

Ai Po whispered softly, the voice seemed to be close to Xiao Ji's ear.

"I really want to see you trembling and crying, you must be beautiful—"

Xiao Ji bent down suddenly, and the crime knife in his sleeve was unsheathed.The sharp knife light slashed across, cutting off the wrist of that hand in unison.

If he doesn't let go, in the next second, that hand will be severed from the wrist by Qi Gen!

Blood spattered out, and at the last moment, Ai Po took back his hand, but his hand was still cut by the knife, leaving a long scar.

"It's terrible."

The handsome man looked at his wound without any shame or anger on his face.He even stuck out the tip of his tongue, gently licking his wound.

"It's still not scary enough. Please... be a little more scared."

[Fear value increased by 30 points. 】

However, Xiao Ji did not relax his vigilance because of this, he looked at the wall beside him, where many vague tall and thin shadows appeared there at some point, and they were surrounding Xiao Ji.

A slender pistol covered in pitch black suddenly appeared in Xiao Ji's hand.

"Bang bang bang!"

He fired three shots at the wall, hitting the heads of the three human-shaped shadows walking in the front.Those shadows suddenly distorted for a moment, the bullets stopped in the air, suspended in front of the wall, scattered like being hit by some living thing, and dropped pieces of black fragments.

[You killed the F-level weird [Dead Soul Shadow] x 3, and the blood points will be distributed uniformly after the exam. 】

A shrill scream came, the sound was extremely ear-piercing, and the entire space began to tremble accordingly.

Duan Wenzhou was also entangled by those shadows, he stretched out a few tentacles from behind, and got entangled with those figures, but even at this time he was able to spare a tentacles to hold the camera to shoot.

[Fear value increased by 50 points. 】

[The mental patient [Ai Po] has been interviewed, and the number of interviews is 1/3. 】

A reminder that the interview was over jumped out.

Xiao Ji also fired a few shots at the back of Duan Wenzhou, and scattered the black shadows who were trying to drag his tentacles into the wall.

But as soon as he turned his head, he saw a hanging rope suddenly appearing on the originally empty ceiling.

A milky white figure blocked their way back, it was the ghost of a translucent woman, she walked towards the sling with a melancholy expression, and slowly inserted her head into it.

At this moment, she began to waver, and her movements stopped, as if she was still struggling between life and death.

A hand protruding from nowhere pushed her hard behind her, and the chair under the woman's feet was kicked off. She struggled violently, using both hands to buckle the rope around her neck, and her hanging legs She began to struggle back and forth, and soon her toes began to stiffen and she lost her strength.

She looked in the direction of Xiao Ji and Duan Wenzhou, and opened her mouth at them, the muscles on her face tensed into a hideous look, as if she was shouting "Help me".

Xiao Ji also fired a shot at the Hanged Girl, but the bullet penetrated her body. She was not a ghost, but a phantom that remained in place.They can't hurt her.

The fear value of their group began to rise crazily, and soon surpassed the other three groups of candidates.

This stimulation is obviously a bit too much.

"go!"

Xiao Ji grabbed Duan Wenzhou's arm, pulled him through the body of the hanging ghost, and ran towards the other side of the corridor.

This man named Ai Po was obviously very wrong. The weird phenomena he just said came true after he finished speaking.If you continue to stay here, you don't know what monsters will emerge.

"Hi, are you all right?"

A figure of a man appeared in the corridor opposite them. With his arrival, the noisy patients in the ward, the afterimages blocking the corridor, and the black shadow monsters on the wall all disappeared. .

Everything around became quiet, except for the salad sound made by the bad connection of the light tube.

It was ten o'clock, and the clock that said the hour sounded a chime.

It was the dean who had just met who came walking. He looked at the two worriedly. He had a very handsome face, his blond hair was shining brightly, and his suit was still spotless.

"I just heard something outside in the dean's room, so I came out to have a look."

The whole world is back to normal because of his arrival.

Xiao Ji's gaze stayed on his blond hair for a moment, and then moved away quickly.From this comparison, Dean Al and the mentally ill person who was locked up in the deepest part of the closed area were five points alike in appearance.

The two are also about the same age, but the dean looks obviously more vigorous, while Ai Po looks much gentler and softer.

"It's okay, I just wanted to interview this patient, but unfortunately the patient seems a little excited."

Xiao Ji put away the gun in his hand, Duan Wenzhou also hid his tentacles, and picked up the camera again.

"This is my twin brother."

The dean looked at Ai Po and sighed.

At this time, the blond man had already sat back on the chair, and he picked up the "Psychopathology" in his hand again, with that gentle and harmless smile on his face again.

"He has a little mental problem since he was a child, so we can only lock him here."

This is completely contrary to what Ai Po said just now.

The dean said helplessly.

"Ai Po suffers from short-term memory loss. He can only remember what happened within 10 minutes."

"Good evening, two distinguished guests."

The man sitting in the chair smiled at them as if they had met for the first time.

The time of 10 minutes was up, he forgot the memory of talking with Xiao Ji and the others before, and they became strangers again.

The clock ticked back to nine fifty.