Chapter 114 Chapter 114 Mental Hospital

Tu Lanxun finally understood why N was so nice to Liu Maosheng and Aunt Lu's family.

They knew each other or not in real life, but in the endless gaming time, Liu Maosheng and Aunt Lu were once the warm light in the gray world.

Although he would forget him countless times, N was obviously a person who remembered both kindness and grudges.

What’s more important is that Liu Maosheng and Aunt Lu’s lives in the game are getting worse and worse, just because of N’s existence.

Because he is the game's designated Nightingale doctor.

Therefore, those who approach him, even those with good intentions, will be driven towards suffering by "fate." And N undoubtedly blames everything on his own personality.

There are many good people who have suffered a very bad fate because they did good things for N.

What would N think of himself?

Tu Lanxun couldn't think any further. She inquired about Liu Maosheng's hospital address, but was denied entry. After making up a story about being the daughter of a distant relative, the psychiatric hospital nurse told her, "The patient's condition is unstable. Visitors are prohibited at this time. You must present proof of family relationship to the attending physician, who must then approve it. You should return home."

Tu Lanxun took a deep breath and stuffed a roll of banknotes into the nurse's pocket. She secretly thanked Wen Chong for lending her the money.

The nurse's expression changed. "I can show you from a distance."

Tu Lanxun stuffed in a second roll of banknotes.

The nurse smoothed out the wrinkles in her pocket and looked Tu Lanxun up and down. Seeing she wasn't dangerous, she temporarily confiscated Wang Aila's ID and said, "Come with me. You can talk to him for five minutes."

Tu Lanxun followed the nurse into the mental hospital. The painting style here was the same as most horror games, with a lot of white elements, but with a dark yellow tone, which looked eerie and scary.

Suddenly, strange music echoed in the empty space, like a mental patient singing. Tu Lanxun shuddered. The nurse said, "That's our break bell. Dinner is ready in the cafeteria."

After walking through a long corridor, they came to a small room. The nurse held a baton in one hand and cracked the door with the other. She looked inside and said, "The patient is right there. You can chat, but don't go into the yellow line area. The ward cameras will capture you."

Only after Tu Lanxun entered did she understand why the nurse had let her in. Liu Maosheng was strapped to the bed, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. The unpleasant smell of stewed beans wafted through the corridor.

Tu Lanxun stood within the yellow square line at the door. If she went beyond the line, she would be photographed by the flashing camera in the corner. This was also the reason why the nurses were not worried that she would hurt Liu Maosheng - to enter the ward area, one had to pass through three large iron doors that were locked both ways, and there were safety railings outside the windows. If she hurt anyone, she would not be able to escape.

"Hello?" Tu Lanxun tried to speak.

Liu Maosheng's eyes moved, but he didn't turn towards her. He heard it.

Tu Lanxun asked Liu Maosheng's in-game name again: "Mr. Lao Lante?"

Liu Maosheng's eyelids twitched, but he still ignored Tu Lanxun. He had a cold face and was extremely arrogant, as if Tu Lanxun was the mentally ill person.

Oh, this is totally different from the kind and lovely Uncle Liu she knew.

Tu Lanxun shouted a few more times, and Liu Maosheng began to tremble all over as if he was stimulated. He kept cursing, and the words were vaguely discernible.

He cursed: "Bastard, damn it, damnable beep--, you damn beep--."

Two words were muted, but Tu Lanxun used cheating mode. The Tourism Administration obviously tried to offset the muting effect, so the restoration was not complete.

It was enough for Tu Lanxun to barely distinguish the syllables of the two words.

Yaoxi, collapsed.

No.

Game, player.

Damn game, you damn players.

Tu Lanxun felt as if the fourth wall was suddenly pulled away, and she looked at Liu Maosheng in disbelief.

He actually woke up in the game. Does he have his own feelings?

Although it was just a phantom of the past recorded by the cheating device, Tu Lanxun still felt an urge to feel his eyes warm.

What a gloomy and powerless feeling that would be, watching yourself being manipulated.

Tu Lanxun tried to speak: "Uncle Liu?"

The word "Liu" caught Liu Maosheng's attention. He gradually calmed down and glanced at Tu Lanxun with his turbid eyes, but he just breathed slightly and didn't say anything else.

Yes, even if Liu Maosheng was aware at that time, he would not recognize Tu Lanxun.

"Liu Maosheng?" Tu Lanxun asked quietly.

Liu Maosheng's ears twitched, and he suddenly turned his head to look directly at Tu Lanxun. He was also extremely shocked: "You, you, you know..."

But before he could finish, the game system automatically muted his voice and replaced it with an automatically generated recording. It was still Liu Maosheng's voice, and surprisingly, it connected smoothly with the previous emotions:

"It's all that devil's child's fault! Nightingale! Nightingale! He's a heartless devil!"

Tu Lanxun could hear Liu Maosheng's roar in his ears. The lip shape modeling of Liu Maosheng was a bit blurry. After using the cheat to remove the mask, a different lip shape was revealed underneath.

What Liu Maosheng actually said was: Do you know me? Are you a human from the real world? Save me! Save me! My name is Liu Maosheng. I have a daughter. I work for the Tianguo Group. My body is…

Tu Lanxun couldn't help feeling bitter. Liu Maosheng's mouth opened and closed, and the door behind him opened.

Seeing how agitated Liu Maosheng was, the nurse couldn't help but glare at Tu Lanxun. "Who told you to provoke him? Get out! Get out!"

The system-generated voice behind her continued to curse Nightingale. Tu Lanxun was pushed out by the nurse, and her ID was thrown at her. The nurse locked the ward door and said, "Get out."

Tu Lanxun was immediately kicked out. She was still concerned about their hospital meal, "How are you going to feed him those stewed beans?"

"Someone will feed him. Get out!" The nurse was unwilling to communicate with Tu Lanxun anymore, as the latter almost got him into big trouble.

Tu Lanxun couldn't rescue Liu Maosheng from the mental hospital; it was just a game, she kept telling herself. But she still put the third and thickest roll of banknotes in the nurse's hand.

The nurse gave me a look of resistance, but didn't throw away the money.

Instead, he turned his back to another tall nurse who was carrying a bucket of stewed beans and stuffed the money roll into his pocket.

Tu Lanxun used both soft and hard tactics to persuade him, "Please use half of the money to buy him some nutritious and delicious food. Try not to tie him up, and be gentle when feeding him. We, the patient's family, will pay attention to this."

The nurse nodded impatiently, attracting a glance from the masked nurse carrying a bucket on the other side of the corridor.

Tu Lanxun was urged to leave the mental hospital.

Even after she had walked a long way, the smell of stewed beans was still lingering in her nose, and the air was so thick that it made her breathless.

No, someone is following her.

Could it be that someone is targeting me?

Tu Lanxun controlled Wang Aila to speed up his pace. A slight panting sound automatically rang in his ears, and his steps became more and more rapid. When he turned the alley, a person suddenly fell down from the wall and stood in front of Tu Lanxun unexpectedly.

Oh, it was the white uniform of a nurse in a mental hospital, and she was wearing a scary big cotton mask, which made her eyes and nose look narrow and deep, like a medieval helmet.

But it seems that this is not the one who collected the money just now.

It's worse, okay.

Tu Lanxun took two steps back. The other party pressed forward and stretched out his hand - a white arm with tight tendons between a white short-sleeved shirt and white gloves, full of power - to take off the mask.

Revealing the face of eighteen-year-old N.

He can still be called a teenager at this age, but he is very different from the little kid of eleven or twelve. All the awkwardness and childishness have faded away. The Creator has shown the power of His pen and knife, and is finally willing to present this ultimate work to the world.

Even Tu Lanxun was startled. Gloom and refinement were perfectly blended in N's expression, and he was looking at her sinisterly.

"Why did you come back?" N said coldly.

Tu Lanxun was not very willing to do so. "What kind of attitude is that?"

N crumpled up the cotton mask into a ball and threw it into the trash can together with the gloves. He took off his nurse uniform, revealing the old sleeveless T-shirt underneath. He folded the clothes into a small square and held it in his hand.

The big movement brought up a gust of air with the pungent smell of spices. It turned out that N was the nurse carrying the stewed beans. The smell was not very pleasant.

Tu Lanxun fanned her nose and asked curiously, "You're not going there to work. Are you pretending to be a nurse to sneak in and see Mr. Lanter?"

This question was met with a stern glare from the 18-year-old boy, but Tu Lanxun didn't buy it. She knew very well that someone's self-esteem had been slightly shattered again.

"I don't think it was you who harmed Old Lant," Tu Lanxun clarified calmly. "I just happened to have some free time recently and wanted to come see you. You've taken good care of yourself."

She looked up at him. He was already so tall. In two years, he could be used to block out the sun's rays.

N still had a bad attitude towards Tu Lanxun, but perhaps because she was a "well-supported" sponsor, he took her back to his residence.

The residence was not the same as before. The old building had long been surrounded by tabloid reporters and people who hated Nightingale. Paint was splashed on the door and the wall tiles were covered with graffiti such as "Get out", "Go to hell" and "Devil".

Now he lives in an even smaller rental house, but it is not dirty and has good ventilation. Things are dusty but neatly placed everywhere and wiped clean. A short white curtain flutters in the window, blocking out all outside views.

The only pair of slippers was given to Tu Lanxun. N stepped on the ground barefoot and asked her to sit on the chair. New screws were driven into the old wood, and it was so solid that there was not even a "creaking" sound, as if it had been newly renovated.

N placed his clean but long hands in front of him. This time his hands were healthy and intact. Apart from thin calluses, there were no signs of abuse. Tu Lanxun couldn't help but examine them several times until the eighteen-year-old N took his hands away and looked at her suspiciously.

"Why did you go to see Mr. L——old Lanter?" N asked.

Tu Lanxun said confidently: "I even went to see the aunt at the breakfast shop. I came back to see you, to see how you were doing and whether you were behaving well."

N suddenly became serious. He stared into Tu Lanxun's eyes and said with a hint of worry, "I think you should leave quickly and don't come to see me anymore."

"Why?" Tu Lanxun was puzzled.

N said: "I found that everything is wrong...someone is controlling all this...I decided to find out the truth. You should leave quickly, otherwise you will be implicated. Oh, I shouldn't have brought you back!" He hit his head.

Tu Lanxun smelled danger and asked, "What do you want to check?"

She glanced at the admission letter on the corner of the table. It was from the top medical school in Gray City Cave, and it was also a school funded and co-funded by Bluebird Metropolitan Hospital.

N deliberately blocked Tu Lanxun's sight and threw a cookie box to her. Seeing her frantic movements, he said rudely, "Don't ask anymore. I'm telling you to leave. Don't you understand?"