Chapter 245
When Yitu regained consciousness, he found himself in an extremely narrow space.
He was facing away from the door, his hands and feet were tied to the chair with restraints, and he couldn't move his whole body.
There were no patterns or designs on the four walls, all of them were pale.
There is a sensor camera installed in the upper left corner, which is emitting a reddish light, indicating that someone is monitoring him 24 hours a day.
Yitu didn't even have time to figure out what was going on. His intuition told him that he had not completely passed the trial of the gods and was still stuck in the game.
The person monitoring him did not give Yi Tu any chance to think, and soon hurried footsteps were heard outside the door behind him.
There was a heavy clang sound with a crisp metallic sound. It was a special iron door.
It seems that there is a very dangerous prisoner imprisoned inside the door.
The footsteps behind him were light, and Yitu guessed that it must be a very thin woman.
Only when the man walked in front of him did Yitu see the man's face clearly.
This was indeed a thin woman. She was wearing a white nurse's uniform, with sunken eye sockets, a high nose bridge, and unusually pale skin.
This is clearly not an Asian face, but a European Caucasian face.
She didn't dare to look Yi Tu in the eye, her eyes even dodged slightly, hiding her fear again and again, as if Yi Tu was some terrible monster.
She held a syringe in her hand, half filled with an unknown transparent liquid.
Yitu subconsciously glanced at his arms, and sure enough, they were covered with dense needle holes.
Although the woman was obviously afraid of Yi Tu, she said nothing and quickly held down Yi Tu's left hand.
Yitu started struggling without thinking. The restraints had already been stained black with blood, and the deep marks showed that he had been trapped here for some time.
"What are you going to inject me with?!"
"Where the hell is this?"
Yi Tu was so anxious that he was trying hard to use all his strength, but the chair under him was welded to the ground and would not move at all.
Because the situation was so sudden, Yitu didn't realize that all the words he spoke had automatically turned into awkward French.
Until the nurse looked at the surveillance camera anxiously, she had no choice but to say:
"Mr. Quentin, please calm down!"
"I promise I won't hurt you. It only takes one shot. Please, I'll be fine soon!"
The needle pierced into the skin and the cold medicine was slowly pushed in. The woman looked at Yi Tu's calm face, breathed a sigh of relief, and even gave him a reassuring smile.
"Why am I trapped here?" Yitu asked in a very hoarse voice.
The woman was quite surprised to see that he did not fall into a coma immediately and was even very conscious.
She looked up at the camera again, looking nervous and hesitant.
“Because you are sick, we are just treating you.”
Yitu wanted to ask something else, but the woman quickly interrupted him:
"Okay Mr. Quentin, you should rest. You shouldn't be awake."
After the nurse finished speaking, she wanted to leave the room quickly, but Mr. Quentin kept looking at her with his eyes open.
This terrified her, even though it wasn't her first time sedating this patient, Quentin.
Including this time, it is only the third time.
The first two times she came back alive, her colleagues were very surprised, and everyone said that she was so lucky.
Although this made her feel puzzled, it was just an injection of medicine into a patient, so what could happen?
Her colleague didn't say anything, nor did he tell her the reason. He just patted her shoulder with a complicated expression and said:
Wendy, God bless you and good luck.
This sentence made Wendy very angry. She felt that she had been fooled by the boss hired by this hospital.
But she couldn't afford the high penalty for breach of contract, so she had to endure the unhappiness and continue working.
It wasn't until a few days ago when she eavesdropped on other colleagues' conversations that she found out.
Six nurses who injected the drug into patient No. 302 have died in succession.
Wendy was the seventh person hired.
"I'll be on duty tonight to monitor 302, in case he suddenly wakes up and no one injects him with the drug."
"Are you alone? How many hours are you on duty? Honestly, dear, I'm a little worried about your safety."
"No, I'm only on duty for the first four hours. The rest of the shift is for the new nurse, whose name seems to be Wendy."
"That's good. I don't want to hear the bad news that you died in Room 302 the next morning."
"Isn't it just a matter of time?" The woman sneered, "We'll all die here, just like those unfortunate guys before us."
"Oh my god Donna! How could you say something like that!"
"Isn't that right? Unless we kill 302! Otherwise, as long as he wakes up one day, he will continue to create those monsters!"
"Crawl out of his eyes, nose, and chest and kill and eat us all!"
"Donna, calm down! You're being too loud. What if..."
Patient number 302 was Quentin, who was tied to a chair.
Thinking back on this, Wendy couldn't stop shaking.
Because she seemed to have seen something in the patient's eyes.
White, wriggling gushing liquid ran out from the man's handsome features, condensed into a ball, and fell to the ground.
Wendy couldn't help but scream, and she immediately rushed towards the door, but the overflowing white liquid behind her had already solidified into a solid shape.
It formed a strange shape, neither human nor semi-human, and its limbs grabbed Wendy's ankles, dragging her back violently.
Yitu saw the nurse dissolve in the white monster's arms, as if they had become one.
And the culprit who caused all this to happen was himself.
The white monster also held Yitu in his arms, but he did not disappear like Wendy. Instead, he absorbed the monster.
After realizing this, Yi Tu soon stopped thinking because the potion had begun to work powerfully and effectively.
I don’t know how much time passed, but Yitu slowly regained consciousness.
He took a moment to recall his previous experiences, including the appearance of the monster and the death of the previous nurse Wendy.
Yitu didn't move or open his eyes because he knew the nurses were watching him.
As soon as he showed signs of waking up, he would be injected with drugs.
It was impossible for him to stay awake while falling into a coma. Without a clear consciousness, he could not think about how to crack this level of the game.
After a long time, he will die here completely.
It's too difficult.
It's much more difficult than the first level.
Time, time again.
He needed time to think. This level might not be much more complicated than the first one, but he lacked time to be clear-headed.
Just as Yitu's brain was working rapidly, the corners of his eyes suddenly felt itchy, and something seemed to be about to burst out of his throat.
Yitu's heart skipped a beat. How could this happen?
He immediately opened his eyes and looked at the surveillance camera. It was a sign that those things were about to come out!
As long as his mind is working, as long as he starts thinking, those things will appear uncontrollably.
Wendy was not killed by the so-called monster, but by his thoughts.
His active consciousness created those monsters, so that's why the nurses had to keep injecting him with drugs.
Yi Tu, realizing this, began to feel a chill in his heart.
How do I get through this level?
If he doesn't wake up, he will remain in a coma on the verge of death and will not be able to pass the level.
Once he wakes up, he has to think of a way to get through the level, which leads to the death of the nurse.
You should know that this cycle is not infinite. Like the first level, it has limits.
That's the number of nurses.
Once all the nurses in this hospital die, there will be no one to wake him up or give him the injection.
At that time, will the monster created by his consciousness devour him?
The answer is yes.
This is a vicious circle, and Yitu is even so confused that he can't find a solution.
Soon he couldn't think about it anymore, because the nurse who rushed in quickly injected him with medicine and he fell into a coma.
Waking up again, Yitu tried to find some information.
He had to show weakness to the nurse who came to give him the injection so that he could get some response when he spoke to her.
However, perhaps because of Wendy's death, the nurses who came in after that refused to communicate with him.
"What's wrong with me? What did the doctor diagnose me?"
"When can I get out of here?"
"How long have I been here? Answer me!"
"What kind of hospital is this? And who am I?"
"Can you give me something to eat? I feel like I'm dying."
Except for the last sentence, all other questions remained unanswered.
Yitu stared at the nurse with hatred in his eyes. The nurse's hand holding the spoon trembled. She packed up the liquid food and prepared to leave.
She didn't care if the patient peed on himself, because someone would come in and clean up the dirty room while 302 was unconscious.
Yitu was fighting the fatigue and tiredness brought on by the medicine, and the nurse had obviously noticed this.
A trace of obvious panic appeared on her face, and she finally spoke:
"Mr. Quentin, please stop imagining!"
However, it was all too late. The white monster still poured out of the man's body and completely devoured the woman.
After killing people, Yitu fell into a coma.
When he woke up next time, Yitu saw the new nurse as he wished.
He seemed not to notice the fear and terror on the nurse's face, and asked calmly:
"What was the name of the last nurse who gave me the injection?"
"Donna. Donna Catlin."
Yitu nodded, said nothing more, and waited calmly for the nurse to give him the injection.
After the injection, the nurse quickly left the room, not daring to stay any longer.
Yitu held on for a while and realized that he could actually control the appearance of the monster in his body.
As long as he wants, as long as his consciousness is clear enough.
It's like, he killed Donna Catlin with his consciousness.
Before she died, Donna said something very interesting.
She said, Mr. Quentin, please stop your imagination.
Yitu stayed in this small, empty white room. He couldn't see the door, and he didn't even know what it looked like.
He couldn't see anyone except the nurse who came in.
Just like his mind filled with scary white monsters, except the characters were replaced.
The white space is his thinking, and he who is in the white space is the monster that only wants to eat people.
Yitu didn't have the energy to think any further and he fell into coma again.
The nurse who told him Donna's name last time came to give him the injection, and Yitu remained very calm.
But he asked the woman a question just like last time.
"What kind of person am I?"
The nurse was stunned for a moment, "I'm sorry sir, I don't know."
Yitu tilted his head and looked at her, his eyes asking her to think about it carefully.
The woman was frightened and immediately knelt on the ground with weak legs. She looked at Yi Tu with tears in her eyes:
"Sir, I really don't know. I came too late. I really know nothing about you. Please go to sleep quickly..."
Yitu nodded slowly, "What a pity."
The useless nurse must die, and he needs enough information to break through this level.
Quentin is not his real name, at least not the real name of the soul in this body.
But the name Quentin is so familiar.
He seemed to have heard someone mention him somewhere. He could even remember the man's handsome face and gentle voice.
I miss you so much.
Yitu thought for a while and then fell asleep again.
The new nurse was obviously much older than the previous one. Her eyes showed a sense of vicissitudes, as if she had endless stories to tell.
Yitu asked her, "Do you know what kind of person I am?"
The nurse didn't say anything, but just stuck the needle into the flesh, and then answered:
"You are a nobleman of great repute."
"But you are ill, and you are lost in your own fantasies."
"We are all caregivers hired by your family. If you die, we will all die."
"Sweet dreams."
The older nurse said something tender and even touched Yitu's hair before leaving.
Yitu accepted it silently, waiting to wake up next time.
He found that the time he was awake was getting shorter and shorter, and sometimes he fell asleep while it took him only a few seconds to say a word.
This is not a good sign. If he continues like this, he will soon lose the ability to think and become a complete vegetable.
When the elderly care worker came again, Yitu had already prepared what he wanted to ask.
He desperately needed an answer, as he didn't have much time left.
The last time he asked the woman how many employees were left in the hospital, the woman said there were three, including her.
"Larella, could you tell me what colour the door is? I'd really like to go out and see it."
After such a long period of cooperation, Lyra has come here to give him injections at least seven or eight times.
The two of them were already very familiar with each other, and Yi Tu had no intention of killing her.
Not only could Lyra give him the information he wanted, but she was also the only one among the caregivers who was not afraid of him.
But today, Lyrella gave him a rather unsatisfactory answer.
She said, "Mr. Quentin, there's no door here."
"At least there's no door you want to go out."
Yitu looked at her for a long time before he smiled:
"I'm sorry, Lyra. Everywhere should have a way out."
"Unless you're lying."
Lyrella wanted to say something else, but the man had obviously lost all patience, and the white monsters crawled out of his body again.
Yitu felt very distressed because the next caregiver also deceived him.
Tell him there is no door, no way out.
Yitu knew that the answer he wanted was right in front of him, but they just wouldn't give it to him!
This made him very painful and anxious. Unable to get the answers he wanted, they could only disappear one by one.
Until finally a male nurse came.
Yitu then realized that this was not a nurse, but his attending physician.
Yitu gave him a friendly smile and asked the same question:
"Dear doctor, what color do you think the door should be?"
The man looked at Yitu and did not answer his question. Instead, he said:
"Quentin, why do you want to go out?"
"They didn't deceive you. There is no door to your world."
"From the moment you got it, you locked yourself in here."
Yitu was stunned. What did this mean? Did it mean that he would never be able to leave?
"This is my fantasy world. Whenever I want, there's a door to get out."
Yitu stared at the black doctor and spoke in an extremely firm tone.
This time, the doctor did not refute his words, but just sighed and said:
"Quentin, don't you understand?"
"After you leave here, you will come back again."
“It’s a vicious cycle and no one can escape it.”
"The difference you see is just a disguise."
"So, Quentin, do you still want to go out?"
Yitu seemed to be in great anxiety because of these words, and for a moment he felt that death might not be a relief.
The doctor knew he understood what he was saying, for he had already begun this endless cycle with no end in sight.
"I want to go out."
Yi Tu suppressed his suicidal urge and said word by word:
"Someone is still waiting for me."
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Do you still remember who Quentin is?
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