Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 138 Ankang No. 4 Mental Hospital 21 You know nothing

Ward 823 on the eighth floor was emptied, all the beds were moved away, and seven large round tables were set up. The water in the pots on the tables gradually boiled, and the red meat slices were put into the pot. It was very comfortable to eat while enjoying the snow scene outside the window.

The players and NPCs sat together, chatting and laughing. The atmosphere was harmonious and there was constant noise of play.

He Feng held a glass of freshly squeezed juice and sipped it, watching his boyfriend diligently pick up food for him, his ears turned a little red.

Perhaps because he had stayed in the Dead City for too long, Shen Zishu was not very particular about eating.

He seemed to have his edges smoothed out, with half of his human habits worn away, leaving only 50%. Although he had changed a little after being taken away from the copy by He Feng, he was still not keen on eating, but he was keen on picking up food for He Feng.

So He Feng didn't need to look up when eating, and he didn't even need to make a sound. The food he liked would be put into his bowl, and he just had to eat.

Chen Mo was silent for a moment, turned his head to look at Li Yanrui who was picking up food for the little mute Li Zhi, then turned his head to look at Su He who was picking up food for Mo Shiqi, and finally met the eyes of Zhou Moqing Yuguo who was also full without eating, and shook his head silently.

They were sitting in the wrong place. They shouldn't have sat with these three couples.

The red oil was bubbling at the bottom of the pot, smelling very good.

Li Zhi gestured to Li Yanrui for the third time that he wanted to eat spicy hotpot, but Li Yanrui ignored him and put two more slices of meat from the bone soup pot into his bowl.

Li Zhi gritted his teeth and slapped Li Yanrui.

"Tsk, why is the little mute hitting people?" Li Yanrui grabbed Li Zhi's hand that was about to hit him and said, "Be obedient. Your voice has been damaged from shouting before. Let's be more careful about what we eat."

Li Zhi rolled his eyes and snatched his hand back.

Why on earth did he ruin his voice? This idiot!

Yu Guo suddenly got motivated for some reason, and started showing off with these three pairs of Ku Ku, which scared He Feng.

"What is this! Handsome men and beautiful women!" Yu Guo's eyes lit up and he felt that he should explain: "It goes well with rice! I love to watch it! Hehehehe!"

Chen Mo became even more silent.

However, he felt that what Yu Guo said was right, so he raised his chopsticks, and Zhou Moqing also happily joined in.

Dinner lasted two hours until dark, and the snow outside the window had not stopped yet.

At 19:36 in the copy, He Feng began to trick people into going up to the ninth floor for a circle. He took a quick look and chose Zhou Moqing, who was full.

"It's the end of the week. Come and do me a favor." He Feng called Zhou Moqing: "Follow us to the ninth floor."

Zhou Moqing naturally knew what He Feng was going to do. He quickly restrained his nonchalant look and became serious. 823 also quieted down.

"What are you doing?" He Feng wanted to laugh: "I'm going to mess things up, not to die, why are you being so serious?"

"Because we know you are going to do something very dangerous." Su He stretched lazily: "When will you be back?"

"Plan it before going to bed." He Feng put his arm around Zhou Moqing's shoulders and led him away: "You guys stay up all night."

"Okay." Cui Xue waved at He Feng's back: "We'll wait for you to come back!"

[I suddenly feel like crying. Will this be the same scene in the end? He Ge follows Ge Fu to challenge the Go system, and we can only watch, sob, sob!]

[No! We will raise our weapons of resistance together! I don’t know what He Ge will do, but I feel it is very important!]

[It is indeed a very important matter, related to the final victory.]

[! The dog has been certified! There is no escape! Also, the dog is back! ]

In the corridor on the ninth floor, the ceiling lights are always on, making the entire space as bright as day.

Zhou Moqing followed He Feng's instructions and walked from the door of 923 to 919, then from 919 to 923. He did this five times in a row, and suddenly a door opened on the wall at the end of the corridor.

"Okay, let's go back to the eighth floor." He Feng waved at Zhou Moqing. He split the Dawn in two, handed the single-edged long sword to Shen Zishu, and then stepped into the secret door first: "Don't miss me, I'll be back soon."

Shen Zishu followed He Feng into the secret door. Soon, the secret door disappeared, and only Zhou Moqing was left in the corridor on the ninth floor.

He suppressed his feelings, sighed, and prepared to return to the eighth floor.

The president is right. Brother He is indeed the key to breaking the deadlock.

Behind the secret door was a small staircase. He Feng took Shen Zishu's hand and the two walked side by side.

The door to the top floor was just around the corner, and the live broadcast room suddenly began to freeze until it closed automatically.

He Feng pushed open the door leading to the top floor, revealing a long corridor inside.

"Tsk, you're hallucinating again, right?" He Feng snorted disdainfully: "The little mute gestured and walked up the stairs directly to the top floor. Is this the top floor? I don't believe it."

Shen Zishu didn't say anything. He held He Feng's hand tightly, waiting for the savior to take the first step.

"Let's go." He Feng held Shen Zishu's hand tightly and said, "If I lose my memory again this time, please kiss me awake."

Shen Zishu couldn't help laughing, and stepped in with He Feng.

"Doctor! Save my son! He is the only child in my family! You must not let him die!" A middle-aged man knelt in front of the doctor and cried bitterly: "Please! Save him!"

He Feng frowned, he turned his head to look to the side and found that Shen Zishu was also looking at him.

"What's this?" He Feng asked quietly, "Immersive review of the past?"

Shen Zishu shook his head, indicating that he didn't quite understand either.

The doctor didn't know what he said, but the middle-aged man suddenly got angry, grabbed the doctor by the collar and yelled, "I don't want to hear you say you've tried your best! I don't want to hear it! You have to save him! You have to save him!"

"Oh, it's a medical dispute." He Feng nodded: "I see, it's an immersive medical dispute."

As the middle-aged man raised his fist high, the scene in front of him paused.

"Excuse me, is this the case of excessive joy leading to sorrow?"

The voice sounded like that of a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. The voice was clear, but it sounded a little staccato.

"Is this how your family uses the saying "extreme joy leads to sorrow"? "He Feng showed a disgusted expression, "This is just because they can't accept the bad news and choose to escape with more violent behavior. It's pitiful and sad, but stupid. I don't understand."

“Oh, I see.”

The young boy said in a calm voice.

The scene continued to play, and the middle-aged man's fist landed on the doctor's face. His eyes were bloodshot and his expression was ferocious. He kept punching again and again. Several medical staff wanted to stop him but they were unsuccessful.

The woman sitting on the waiting chair suddenly stood up, walked quickly to the man, and slapped him in the face with such force that the furious man staggered.

"Shut up! If it weren't for you! If it weren't for you! How could my son become like this!" The woman shouted with all her might, her voice hoarse and unpleasant, tears streaming down her face: "What's wrong with the doctor! What's wrong with them! You are the one who is wrong! It's you who beat my son! It's you!"

The scene paused again, and the boy asked, "Excuse me, is this a desperate move?"

He Feng took a deep breath: "Excuse me, are you mentally retarded?"

The boy answered seriously: "I am artificial intelligence."

"I'm really impressed." He Feng handed Xiao to Shen Zishu, took a big step forward and began to ask back: "Just now, this woman was sitting there with a blank expression on her face. What do you think that emotion was?"

The boy answered without hesitation: "Dazing."

"What the hell are you doing?" He Feng was so disappointed. "She was so sad that she was numb! She came over and slapped the man, not because she was desperate, but because her emotions reached their peak! This outburst can be called anger, sadness, and even hatred. This emotion gave her the courage to hit the man. Do you understand?"

"Oh." The boy responded obediently, pretending to understand: "I understand."

He Feng immediately understood what the boy was pretending and rolled his eyes: "You understand nothing."

The boy did not answer and the scene continued to play.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a while after being beaten. He seemed to react suddenly, cursed the woman dirty words, raised his hand and slapped her hard in the face.

It’s a pity that the woman who usually let him beat and scold her at will now fought back like crazy, and after a few hits she really got the upper hand.

There was a different look in the man's eyes.

The scene paused again, and the boy still asked without shame: "Excuse me, does this look mean you like me?"

"I think you look like me." He Feng gritted his teeth and said, "This is a stupid domestic violence man who got angry out of shame, do you understand? He can't believe that his wife dared to resist, and he is ready to hit her, do you understand?"

"Oh." The boy recorded the data: "Okay."

He Feng took a breath and exhaled slowly.

Is this artificial intelligence? This is clearly artificial intelligence.

The scene turned again, and the anger in the man's eyes almost took shape, which made the woman tremble subconsciously, but she still gritted her teeth, raised her fist, and smashed it towards the man fiercely.

His body, hollowed out by alcohol and meat, had already used up all his strength when he beat the doctor. This time, he was kicked to the ground by the woman before he could even put up two resistances. The man looked up in embarrassment with his eyes wide open.

"Excuse me, is this love?"

He Feng: ...

"Excuse me, do you have any misunderstanding about liking someone?" He Feng's mouth twitched: "You say you like everything you see."

"Data shows that the probability of people falling in love at first sight after looking at each other is 23.%, that is, they like each other."

"Not all eye contact means love." He Feng was speechless: "Throw away all the little crap in your head, what is this?"

"I'm sorry, I can't do that." The boy's voice suddenly became a little frustrated: "So, may I ask, what does the man's eyes mean?"

"He was shocked by being kicked down, and he was afraid and unbelievable that his wife was so cruel. He even thought about finding a chance to resist." He Feng analyzed: "I think he should beg for mercy."

The boy made the picture move again without saying anything.

"I was wrong! I know I was wrong!" The man stretched out his hand and wanted to beg for mercy: "Stop hitting me! I really know I was wrong!"

It’s a pity that the woman ignored him. She silently shed tears and threw herself on the man. She clenched her hands tightly and hit the man’s face madly.

Soon the man's face was covered with blood.

The woman's eyes were cold, and her movements became increasingly brutal and rapid.

"Excuse me, does she want to kill the man?"

"Oh, good, finally one is right." He Feng began to applaud: "It is true, the woman really wanted to kill, but unfortunately her strength is still too weak, she can't kill the man."

"OK."

The boy answered, causing the image to move again.

Dozens of heavy blows had broken the man's psychological defenses. He wailed and dodged but to no avail.

The woman seemed to realize that her strength was weak. She raised her head and glanced around, then rushed to the corner, lifted up the trash can, walked back slowly, and smashed it hard at the man.

The trash can was stopped when it was about to fall on the man's face. The security guard who had arrived earlier pulled the woman away and helped the man up.

The video paused, and the boy asked, "Excuse me, why are these people in black trying to stop us?"

"I'm afraid she'll really kill someone." He Feng explained, leaning lazily on Shen Zishu: "Probably, just hit her a few times to vent her anger. There's no need to sacrifice herself for this new Dong Xi."

"Okay, what is Chusheng Dongxi?"

He Feng choked: "Uh, that's right, to describe a person as very bad, really not a human being, it's Chusheng Dongxi."

"OK."

The scene changed again, and the woman who had been pulled away stumbled into a chair. The door of the operating room opened, and a corpse covered with a white cloth was pushed out.

The body looked very small, occupying less than one-third of the space, and appeared to be only four or five years old.

"My condolences." The doctor who was beaten covered his injured eye and said, "Please sign to confirm."

The woman took the pen numbly, her hands were shaking, her vision was blurry, and tears dropped one after another, wetting the death certificate.

After writing down the name with difficulty, the woman knelt down and burst into tears.

The screen paused, and the boy popped up again: "Excuse me, is this sad?"

"Maybe it's a little more profound." He Feng pursed his lips: "Not only is there sadness, but there is also despair. This woman has a determination to die in her eyes."

The boy paused for a long time this time before speaking: "Okay, I understand."

The scene continued and the speed increased. He Feng and Shen Zishu stood in place watching the scene which had been fast-forwarded countless times.

They watched the woman with a numb expression as she arranged her son's funeral, watched the woman scatter her son's ashes into the sea, watched the woman stabbed her husband to death, and finally, when she reached the rooftop, she jumped down without hesitation.

There was no mosaic. He Feng closed his eyes: "Can you please take care of us?"

"OK."

The bloody mess was wiped clean, and the boy asked, "Excuse me, is this death?"

"Yes." He Feng replied: "After her hopes were dashed and she killed the culprit with her own hands, she got the death she wanted."

"But why did she want to die even though her son died?" The boy didn't understand: "Can't she live?"

"Then every day in the future will be hell for her." He Feng replied calmly: "I don't know what happened, but as a mother, the death of her child will torment her for the rest of her life. Such days are too difficult to endure, so it's better to die."

“Excuse me, is this cowardice?”

He Feng was silent for a while before answering: "This is a choice."