Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 131 Ankang No. 4 Mental Hospital 14: Say No to Thin Luck Value

"you dare!"

He Feng was awakened by a roar full of despair. He leaned softly in Shen Zishu's arms and let him wipe his body with a wet towel.

I couldn't use any strength in my fingertips, and they were uncomfortably cold. My throat also felt a little sore, as if I had swallowed a needle.

Even though he was invincible, he still fell ill.

He Feng sighed in his heart. He tried hard to make a sound to tell Shen Zishu that he was fine, but after taking a sip of the bitter healing potion, He Feng closed his eyes in a daze.

He Feng suddenly started to have a fever around two o'clock in the morning.

The temperature of the person in his arms slowly rose. Shen Zishu fed him the plus version of the healing potion twice but it had no effect. He could only worry.

Finally, he had to seek help from Cui Minglang. The old man came up to take a look and asked a few questions before concluding that this was a fever caused by excessive emotional fluctuations and a confused mind. He replaced the therapeutic potion with a sedative potion and combined it with physical cooling. As a result, He Feng really felt much better and his temperature gradually dropped.

After being busy all night, Shen Zishu breathed a sigh of relief. He lay on the bed, hugged He Feng in his arms, and listened to his lover's heartbeat.

In Shen Zishu's impression, He Feng had basically never been sick. Even when he first found out that Fu Hua had chosen the horror game system, he didn't have a fever like today, he was just sad.

Is it because he sent Fu Hua away with his own hands?

Shen Zishu sighed and hugged the person again.

If you can, lean on him a little more.

.

He Feng felt a little dazed when he woke up.

The sunlight outside the window has turned into a warm yellow, and the white gauze curtains flutter in the wind, looking very cozy.

The copy time is 16:49 in the afternoon.

He Feng was a little bit skeptical, so he clicked on the light screen again and took a look.

The copy time is 16:50 in the afternoon.

He Feng: ...

He suddenly jumped up from the bed, but because he jumped up too hard, he fell back down, his head buzzing.

Wait, he slept until the afternoon?

Huh? How come he slept until the afternoon?

"Good boy? You're awake?" Shen Zishu, who had just told the players that He Feng was still resting, was a little surprised. He pushed the door open and prepared to pick him up: "Are you feeling better? How are you now?"

"Stop!" He Feng shouted, "Don't move! Give me an answer! Who is Lao Deng?"

Shen Zishu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He Feng was guarding against Fu Shi.

"Achievement system." Shen Zishu answered honestly: "Quanming Life Achievement System."

"Okay, we're done." He Feng stretched out his hand tremblingly: "Boyfriend, help me up, I can still wave my hand."

Shen Zishu took a few steps forward and held He Feng's hand but did not pull him up. Instead, he held He Feng's waist and lifted him up slightly, and stuffed a soft pillow behind his waist.

"Are you feeling better?" Shen Zishu brought a glass of water: "It's still warm, drink a few sips."

He Feng lay on the bed and took two sips of water from Shen Zishu's hand to moisten his dry throat. Now his eyes were full of indifference and he looked very undemanding.

"I slept until four in the afternoon, no, five." He Feng said slowly: "I slept for a long time."

Shen Zishu held back his laughter, sat beside the bed and kissed the sleepy He Feng.

"I can sleep well. I have to start a live broadcast to tell those people." He Feng said as he poked the light screen to open the live broadcast. Looking at the crowd pouring in, he said, "Everyone, I have something to announce."

[Brother He! Something bad happened! The little crybaby was almost strangled to death!!!]

[It was Fu Shi! He attacked the little crybaby! Ahhhh, I just watched the little crybaby being strangled by the neck without resisting or moving, why!]

[Brother He, something big has happened! Something big has happened!]

He Feng frowned instantly, then he straightened his expression and asked what was going on.

Today is their fourth day in the dungeon. Except for the Ankang Fourth Mental Hospital which is a bit difficult, most of the dungeons of other groups are almost completed.

Especially the group of resentful people, maybe it was because they really wanted to stay on the player island with He Feng. This time, he started to do the task as soon as he entered the dungeon. It was just that after walking around, his progress was not as good as Lu Mingduo who was following behind him.

But will this little crybaby give up? He won’t!

He will say no to a meager luck value!

So while Lu Ming was confused, Sheng Nancheng became more determined to complete the mission, so much so that he created too many messes, and Lu Ming had to clean up the mess for him.

In response to this, Bitter Face wanted to sigh slightly.

If he sighed too much, he would be afraid that some troublemaker would beat him up.

So after three days of hard work, the entire dungeon finally reached the final mission, which is the common task of fighting the BOSS.

Chengdu was already prepared. He flexed his fingers, thinking about which move to start with, but the BOSS did not move. A player who had been talking and laughing with them stood in front of the BOSS and tore off his face.

Sheng Nancheng was stunned by the familiar face. He stared at Fu Shi blankly and called out "Brother Shi" in a low voice.

This sound seemed to break something, and Fu Shi became crazy in an instant. He suddenly pushed Sheng Nancheng to the ground, stretched out his hands to pinch Sheng Nancheng's neck, as if he wanted to kill Sheng Nancheng immediately.

Sheng Nancheng didn't move from beginning to end. He was pinned down obediently and didn't resist when his neck was strangled. However, his eyes were red when he looked at Fu Shi.

"I've always thought that it's just a matter of having the same name." Sheng Nancheng said with difficulty: "Why do you want to help the Gou system! Why do you want to help it! "

The answer he got was a sudden tightening of the force, the air being deprived from him, countless memories flooded into his mind, and then dissipated when he was able to breathe again.

Kicking Fu Shi away, Lu Ming picked up Sheng Nancheng and stepped back a few steps, protecting him behind him.

"Chengcheng." Fu Shi got up from the ground with a smile, "Let Brother Shi take a good look at you, let me, take a good look at you."

[Then Crying Bag didn’t answer. After using his skills to kill the BOSS, he quit the game and the live broadcast ended.]

[Yes, I should be back to the player island now. The live broadcast is no longer open.]

[Brother He, the little crybaby seems to know the skinner...]

He Feng didn't say anything.

According to the comments, Sheng Nancheng and Lu Ming should have finished the dungeon by now, but neither of them came to watch his live broadcast, so He Feng couldn't get any information from them even if he wanted to.

If Sheng Nancheng knows Fu Shi, then there is only one possibility.

He Feng and Shen Zishu looked at each other and instantly realized that the other person was thinking the same thing as they were.

orphanage.

That big silly orphanage.

Based on Sheng Nancheng's narration, He Feng could probably understand some things.

This is probably the most disgusting thing about human nature.

Since Sheng Nancheng could be beaten to 10 health points in the orphanage, what would happen if Fu Shi fell into those people's hands?

An animal personality, violent and cruel, devouring flesh and blood.

A calm personality, good at analyzing and solving difficult problems, and seems to have painlessness.

He Feng leaned on the pillow, feeling a little tired.

Taming Fu Shi must be a huge project.

[Brother He, everything is fine, please rest assured.]

[! Bitter melon face! ! ]

[Wuwuwuwu, Mr. President! Is our bag okay?]

Lu Ming paused while typing. He looked at Sheng Nancheng, who had been sitting in the yard since he came back and didn't say a word no matter who asked him questions. He curled his fingers.

[He has been in a daze.]

Without Lu Ming saying much, He Feng could guess Sheng Nancheng's current state. He sighed and said, "Sister Qiu Ran doesn't care either?"

[Ignore, ignore everyone.]

"I can't go out until the day after tomorrow at the earliest." He Feng scratched his head irritably: "I had a fever last night and have been sleeping until now."

Lu Ming squatted in front of Sheng Nancheng. He carefully observed Sheng Nancheng's face and said, "Brother He has a fever."

"Hmm?" Sheng Nancheng's eyes regained some spirit: "What's wrong?"

Lu Ming choked and almost couldn't hold back his bitter face: "I said, Brother He has a fever."

“Oh.” Sheng Nancheng responded, lowered his head and began to stare at his fingertips: “Tell me to take the medicine well.”

[I told him that Hege had a fever and he showed some reaction, but not much. He just told you to take medicine well.]

"Just recognize me." He Feng coughed, his limbs still a little weak. He fell on the pillow and took a breath: "Bitter Melon Face, keep an eye on him for me. I will try to get out of the dungeon as soon as possible."

[Okay, Hege.]

After receiving a reply, He Feng felt relieved. He closed his eyes and quickly went through all the main tasks in his mind.

The main mission 1 was completed, and he was also able to unlock the information in the main mission 2. The main mission 3 was a little tricky but not too much. The hiding place of Unit 7 had been traced to the rooftop, and all he had to do was go up and chop it to death.

It's the fourth night of Main Mission 4, and someone is likely to jump off the building, so we just need to guard against it tonight.

Main Mission 5 is not important. He said that as long as the players recover, they will recover, and Dr. Xiao Yu dare not disobey.

So we have to find all the medicines tonight, investigate the reasons for the jumps tomorrow, and cure all those messed up patients.

They all have to recover tomorrow afternoon, and then in the evening he and Shen Zishu will go to the rooftop to chop down the semicolon machine.

After sorting out everything, He Feng opened his eyes. He asked Shen Zishu to call out all the players. Then he took out the important information about Ye Qingqing from his backpack and began to analyze it bit by bit.

The players gathered quickly. They all knew that He Feng was ill, and there must be something wrong if they were called over now.

As expected, He Feng didn't waste any time and just pointed at each pattern and started explaining.

"These two things, the first floor gate, should be the main door as soon as you enter the main building. I have banned them individually. The four of you go and take a look. Feel the entire gate and don't miss any details."

"We've found the one on the second floor. The third floor should be in a conference room or something like that. It's up to you this weekend."

"The fourth floor might be in the stairwell, you guys can allocate one."

"The next one is the restroom on the fifth floor. Look for the men's and women's restrooms. There is no distinction between men and women at this time. Just go in. Don't be embarrassed."

"The consultation room on the sixth floor. You should look for the door frame, okay? Oh, and whoever has the best luck will be assigned to do the final check. It will be accurate every time."

"There are a lot of things in the ward on the seventh floor. You can handle it on your own. The main thing is the door frame. Let's see who has better luck. Oh, right, Little Mute and Xiao Li, you can help, especially Little Mute. You have to pull out your luck value of 91."

"Eighth floor, I'll go to the eighth floor. I know this guy. I know him very well." He Feng was about to get out of bed. He coughed twice again and felt his chest trembling. "No, why am I so weak now?"

Shen Zishu pursed his lips and did not answer, but just held He Feng in his arms.

Seeing this, Mo Shiqi patted Su He's shoulder. Su He then asked the players to find potions and left the space to the two of them.

After everyone left, Shen Zishu spoke, and he deliberately lowered his voice: "Dean Cui said that it was because of the excessive emotional fluctuations that caused the fever."

He Feng didn't react when he heard this. He leaned on Shen Zishu and entrusted his safety to Shen Zishu.

Are the mood swings too great?

If you hold back your bad emotions, you will really get sick. He thought the old man who loved growing flowers was lying to him.