Chapter 19 Will it still be dawn tomorrow at Xincheng Hospital?
The two aunties were very talkative, and then they turned around and started chatting with Chen Su.
She advised Shen Su not to be so decadent at such a young age, but to learn more, get some certifications, and have a bright future. Why be a security guard? She also said that if Shen Su decided to take the civil service exam, she would give him her niece's contact information.
The chubby boy in bed number 6 also came over and said that his family had an ancestral mansion and a piece of land with hundreds of sheep. He was the only son in the family and would inherit all of these things in the future. He asked the aunt if she could give him her niece's contact information.
The aunt asked the chubby boy where he lived. The chubby boy said in the suburbs. The aunt said that her niece lived in the city. The two families lived too far apart, and long-distance relationships don't work out.
The conversation then turned to the ghost in bed number 5.
“There’s something wrong with this person,” the aunt said, pointing to her head.
Shi Yu followed her aunt's gaze.
Perhaps because she turned over, the blanket that had been covering her entire face slipped down a bit, revealing short, jet-black hair on the snow-white pillow and a small patch of pale forehead skin.
This should be a male, judging from his physique under the blanket, he is a rather thin man.
“He was already hospitalized when we moved in. He’d been there for a long time, receiving treatment three times a day, but he wasn’t getting better. He doesn’t talk to us, he ignores everyone, and he just sleeps after treatment. Sometimes he doesn’t even eat. We’ve lived together for so long, and none of us have ever seen him speak. If he’s not mute, then there must be something wrong with him, right?”
The aunt spoke quite loudly, and didn't seem to care at all.
Just as the aunt was speaking, Shi Yu noticed a pale, bony hand emerge from under the blanket of bed number 5, pull the blanket back up, and cover her head again.
The ghost awoke, but instead of arguing, it hid itself in a thick cocoon, as if trying to completely isolate itself from the outside world.
This is a person who lacks a sense of security.
No, it's a ghost that lacks a sense of security.
A figure suddenly appeared in Shi Yu's mind.
All in black, a baseball cap, a mask—he didn't seem safe... No, he was probably overthinking it.
Shi Yu didn't think any further and opened the game panel.
Although his hand became semi-transparent, he could still tap the game panel.
The game functions normally. The system has not issued any new tasks, nor has it provided any explanation for the changes in their bodies. His exploration level is still at "13", but the exploration level is useless now. He still cannot enter the "My Live Room" interface, which displays "Entering your own live room is not allowed in the game".
And his number of followers on his personal page...
He started losing followers after accepting the hidden side quest, and now he only has 100,000 left.
If Xia Wanwan were here, that would be wonderful.
You could ask her, under what circumstances would a person unfollow a streamer?
However, after Xia Wanwan and the other three finished the game and left, their names disappeared from Shi Yu's game friends list.
But perhaps asking about Chen Su is also an option?
Since the ghosts can now hear them, direct communication isn't convenient, so Shi Yu messaged Shen Su in the game about losing followers. It turned out Shen Su was in the same situation, also losing followers rapidly after accepting a side quest, and Shen Su was even worse off, now only having 70,000 followers left.
"Don't the fans want us to take this mission?" Shi Yu asked. "Or has our performance disappointed them?"
Chen Su: "I think it's because the fans couldn't bear to see us die."
Shi Yu: "?"
Shen Su: "If I'm not mistaken, the completion rate of this hidden side quest is extremely low, so low that even veteran players would have to go through a lot to complete it. As for us two new players, you can imagine how low the probability is of us surviving. If I were watching a movie and found out that one of my favorite characters was about to die, I probably wouldn't be able to bear watching it anymore."
Shi Yu: "That makes some sense. The aunties are all asleep, are you going to sleep now?"
Chen Su: "Go to sleep. The nurse changed the sheets and blankets. You can sleep in the bed tonight, and no one else will come to squeeze in with us."
Because they have become the "people" who squeeze into other people's hospital beds.
Shi Yu: "Okay."
So the two went back to their respective beds to sleep.
The ward was quiet, but the live stream couldn't remain quiet because of their conversation.
[Shen Su is right, I unfollowed because I didn't want to see you all die, but he's also wrong about one thing: the completion rate isn't just very low, it's practically zero! Veteran players have to go through a lot to complete it? No, no, no, they just died.]
So they all knew they were about to die, so why were they still so calm?
Sleeping? Can they even sleep?
In fact, Shi Yu woke up after only a short time.
He glanced at bed number 1, where Shen Su was fast asleep.
He quietly got out of bed, went to the window, and stared blankly at the deep night outside, which was no different from the real world.
The semi-transparent state of Chen Su had spread to his waist, and besides his two arms being completely translucent, his legs had also begun to become so. Assimilation allowed ghosts to see them, they could talk to ghosts, and their names were moved from the human world's hospital room to the ghost world's hospital room... Tomorrow, would it never be dawn?
Are you wondering if it will even get light tomorrow?
An unfamiliar male voice rang out from behind.
Shi Yu turned her head and found that it was the ghost from bed number 5.
Just as he had guessed, it was a rather thin young man wearing a hospital gown, with a delicate face, taller than Shi Yu, but not as tall as Chen Su.
According to the two women, he was a strange person who never spoke to anyone.
At that moment, this person took the initiative to talk to him.
"How did you know what I was thinking?" Shi Yu asked.
The young man did not answer the question directly, but instead said something that was hard to tell whether it was true or not: "By noon tomorrow at the latest, you will all look exactly like us."
"Are you a former player?" Shi Yu asked again.
The young man still didn't answer and turned back to his hospital bed.
It was as if the young man got up in the middle of the night just to tell him—you're going to die tomorrow.
Shi Yu also went back to her own bed to sleep.
He had a dream that night.
He was dreaming in the truest sense; he was clearly aware that he was dreaming in his dream.
He dreamed that he was doing his homework in a cramped, stuffy room.
Just a door away in the living room, there were sounds of things being smashed and a man cursing. He was still engrossed in his homework, not even the tip of his pen trembled. The oscillating fan in the room was humming.
The commotion outside grew louder and louder.
With a loud clang.
The door to the room was kicked open, and he stopped writing.
The oscillating fan was kicked and stopped spinning. He was grabbed by the back of his collar and dragged out, then thrown onto the living room floor.
He fell into a pile of broken beer bottles, his palms were covered in blood. He had just sat up, propping himself up on his elbows, when he was kicked to the ground again.
The man cursed and punched and kicked him. The cursing sounded like it was coming through a pane of glass, but the beatings were real, and even the pain felt real.
When Shi Yu woke up, she could still smell the nauseating stench of blood mixed with alcohol and the odor of men's sweat fermenting in the sweltering summer heat.
The time is 8 a.m.
It was still dark outside.
This dream was strange.
Shi Yu had never been beaten in his life, and the narrow room in his dream was also unfamiliar to him.
Shi Yu looked at the young man in bed number 5.
The young man, who had been sleeping curled up in bed, got out of bed.
He buttoned his hospital gown to the top, wore a white baseball cap and a mask, completely covering himself up except for his dark eyes, and followed the nurse who had come to call him out for treatment.
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