Chapter 506: The Box of Imagination

Lu Yao was officially sent to Huangliang Tower on the second day.

People came from both the Gongwei Division and the Dianyao Bureau. The former was because the case involved gods and ghosts, and the latter was because they needed to examine and treat patients. The staff were all in plain clothes.

"My husband, just follow the doctor's advice, and everything will be fine." Hua Tiao'er forced a smile and said, "I'll be back in ten days at the most."

Lu Yao nodded.

He followed the staff into a square black business car.

Sitting in the car, Lu Yao noticed that this vehicle was different from the real world he was in. The interior of the car was covered with white gauze, the seats were all made of wood, and the steering wheel in the cab was wide and shaped like a ship's rudder.

The car was moving slowly and steadily.

The world outside Lanruofang is bustling with traffic. Most people ride bicycles, and cars are a minority. Under the guidance of uniformed traffic police, some long trams pass by on the ground tracks.

The pedestrians on the street were of mixed races, including Asians with black hair and black eyes, Europeans with blond hair and blue eyes, and dark-skinned black people... Lu Yao also saw someone who looked like an Indian wearing a feather headdress, and a plump South American girl.

He was in a strange mood.

This is the world where Qin Shi Huang was still alive and his hegemony was just beginning to take shape.

The Qin Empire became the economic, cultural and political center that dominated the world for a long time.

Elites and ambitious people from all over the world flocked to this vast empire to learn advanced knowledge and culture. Some of them settled here, while others brought what they learned back to their homeland.

Just as Lu Yao was fascinated by the sight, the car suddenly stopped.

"We're here. Get off the bus, Huang Lishi."

Lu Yao got out of the car.

In front of me is a traditional wooden building with flying eaves and pointed feet. It has a pointed roof and an octagonal body on the four sides. It has a total of three floors, but each floor is extremely spacious.

There is a plaque hanging on the upper floor that reads "Huangliang Tower Jialu", which refers to the Class A building in Huangliang Tower, No. 6.

He was taken into this building.

After completing the process of filling in his name, signing his fingerprints, having all his belongings searched, taking off his clothes and changing into special hospital gowns, Lu Yao came to the dormitory on the third floor, Room C2, carrying a wooden bucket containing towels, soap, toilet paper and other necessities.

There are already two people in the dormitory.

A middle-aged monk with a shaved head, and a capable young man in his twenties with fang-toothed ghost tattoos on his arms.

The monk was facing the wall, his lips moving, but no one could hear him speaking.

The young man greeted him cheerfully: "Brother, you are really a brave and heroic man. I wonder what you did before?"

"The provincial and prefectural schools are dedicated to the study of things and the examination of knowledge."

Lu Yao also followed the local customs and imitated the local habits in speaking. Jianxue was his official position, which was a physics lecturer at the provincial university, similar to a modern young teacher.

"Brother, are you a teacher?"

The young man was a little surprised, but then he suddenly realized: "In ancient times, the six arts of a gentleman originally required both wisdom and courage. Brother, you are indeed quite ancient, unlike those weak scholars who can't even tie a chicken."

"I am Zhu You." The young man bowed and said, "I used to work in the county iron workshop."

Lu Yao also bowed: "Yellow armor."

There was a strange expression on the other person's face, but it returned to normal soon.

People here like to address people by their given names, but Lu Yao himself prefers his original name Huang Jia.

Zhu You seemed normal.

But if you insist, his name is suggestive.

Zhuyoushu is a well-known witchcraft that has been recorded in various documents from ancient times.

Lu Yao looked to the corner next to him, where a monk was still chanting silently. He was wearing a gray monk's robe, his eyes were dull, and he looked like a walking corpse.

"What is he doing?"

"It's okay, it's like this every day."

Zhu You laughed and said, "This is Master Hui Yuan, the owner of the White Horse Temple in Luoyang. However, I don't know what book he read, which caused him to become possessed by a demon. He was diagnosed as insane by the Imperial Hospital. However, the Huangliang Tower in Luoyang was full at that time, so he moved to Shunqing Prefecture."

Later, Lu Yao found out that the owner of the collection was the librarian of the temple's Sutra Repository.

Zhu You said: "Master Huiyuan feels that the whole world is fake, the world is meaningless, and it will tend to be destroyed at any time."

"This is nothing but a fantasy box built by a man of great perseverance. The gods are all fake. There are no gods, no emperors, and everyone is a projection of nothingness and fantasy. Only a few people exist. He even made public statements at the Dharma Assembly, causing quite a commotion. These words are fine to say in private, but it is troublesome to say them publicly."

Lu Yao thought about it carefully.

This monk’s understanding is worth referring to.

"Actually, I know you, Brother Huang Jia."

Zhu You said: "Although we are not in the same house, I have heard of your name. Are you really a god who has descended to the world?"

“…I don’t think so.”

The other party showed a disappointed expression, but he was still unwilling to give up: "But I heard that you said here before that your name is [Wriggler], and you come from the outer world... Didn't you come here to capture a treasure of the First Emperor?"

Lu Yao was stunned when he heard this.

I didn't expect to have a connection with the creepers here.

Wait.

In other words, before him, the identity of Huang Jia was held by the Creeper? Was it just a small coincidence that the Creeper named himself Huang Jia, with the courtesy name Li Shi?

Hearing Lu Yao's indirect question, Zhu You was a little confused: "Brother Huang Jia, I don't understand. When you said the name before, did you mean your name?"

"I remember I used a pseudonym before?" Lu Yao said deliberately.

"name……"

Zhu You had an expression of confusion and bewilderment on his face.

"I don't know, but your name is Huang Jia. If not Huang Jia, what else would you be called?"

I asked him but got no answer.

In Zhuyou's cognition and memory, Huang Jia is Huang Jia, but he had only heard of his deeds in the past but had never seen him in person.

Lu Yao changed the subject: "Which room did I live in before this?"

"It started with B3, and then moved to A4." Zhu You blurted out.

The numbering of the patient dormitories in Huangliang Building is very particular.

Category A represents the most dangerous patients, who live alone and are not even allowed to leave the house. They eat and use the toilet in a small room. They are like death row prisoners, forbidden to contact the outside world.

Category B refers to individuals with more complex and severe symptoms who need to take large doses of medication and are restricted from going out on a daily basis, only being allowed out for exercise.

Category C patients are mildly ill patients who can come and go as they please and complete treatment and rehabilitation in a more relaxed manner. This group is usually those who are about to be discharged from the hospital or patients who do not have harmful or destructive tendencies.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

According to Zhu You, Huang Jia had a sudden illness before, and he claimed that he was the god [Wriggler] and asked around for information about the First Emperor's treasury. He recruited the patients, doctors, nurses, and guards here and asked them to obey his orders.

The Creeper promised that as long as they completed this mission, they would be promoted to heaven, accepted into his kingdom of God, and become God's followers.

After he was subdued, he was given higher dosage of medication and was sent to a Category A ward.

"That should have happened three months ago? No...it seems like it was four months ago..." Zhu You pondered, but the time he said was always different each time.

"I don't remember very clearly."

There is no clock in the dormitory, but in the public area outside, whether it is the simple activity area or the dining hall, there is a fixed pendulum clock to tell the time.

There are one to twelve hours on the pendulum clock.

When Lu Yao arrived at the dining hall, he saw that the pendulum clock showed three quarters after noon (11:45).

After eating a lunch of sweet potatoes, tofu soup and a small salted fish, he put the plate back into the storage window. When he came back, he found that it was already 19:15.

Nearly 7 hours passed in just a few steps.

The sky outside the window darkened, and the orange-red sunset attracted many patients to watch in front of the glass window.

Lu Yao finally realized it.

There is something wrong with time in this world.

At night, he suddenly woke up after falling asleep and found that it was already broad daylight outside. He went out and looked at the pendulum clock. It was already the afternoon of the next day.

The only fortunate thing was that the timer above his head was still intact and was running at some constant rate or in accordance with Lu Yao's biological clock.

Countdown display [234 hours: 19 minutes: 57 seconds]

In the standard time system perceived by the body, Lu Yao only spent one day in Huangliang Tower.

Lu Yao slowly summed up an experience.

The time in the Qin Empire world is not completely continuous, and there will be jumps. Sometimes time jumps forward, and sometimes it jumps backward.

For example, Lu Yao had just fallen asleep when he suddenly found himself standing in front of the clock again, and the time pointed to lunch time.

The time in this world runs back and forth, but fortunately the frequency is not too high.

The people in the Huangliang Tower could not feel it at all. Only I, an outsider who broke the seal and entered, had this feeling.

Could it be that the [Advanced Immunity] caused the local spells here to fail? Lu Yao was not sure.

He just had a vague feeling that this sealed dungeon world might be much more difficult than he imagined. Perhaps this countdown was not used to restrict the gods, but to protect the players who entered here.

The last [Crawler] who entered the seal did not get what He wanted, and was subdued and imprisoned, which shows that the combat power here is likely enough to deal with the titled God.

It's not a good idea to force it.

Now more information needs to be collected.

It would be even better if you could find other players.

While Zhu You was taking a nap and the monks were chanting silently at noon, Lu Yao left the dormitory.

There were two people in the activity area.

A young girl was holding a book called "Traveling in Fuso Kabuki Men" and reading it attentively. The only problem was that the book was upside down, but she was reading it with great interest.

But among the patients in Huanglianglou, she is considered relatively normal.

The other was a gray-haired old man with dark skin, heavy bags under his eyes and a circle of white beard, who looked like an Indian or Southeast Asian. He was hunched and thin, and his arms and fingers looked very long.

The old man was sitting at a table, writing and drawing on paper with charcoal, and his fingers were stained black by the charcoal.

Lu Yao frowned when he saw the painting.

There was a starry sky drawn on the paper, with a sphere similar to the sun in the center, but there were two long poles growing on both sides of the sun.

The surrounding stars are not regular star-shaped or spherical. Some are shaped like teapots, some like pottery jars, and some like swords. There are many kinds of shapes.

The old man seemed to have a clear standard for the image of these things, so he kept altering the lines to modify and correct their appearance.

Lu Yao suddenly realized something was wrong.

What is being painted is not the starry sky, but the virtual universe.

The old man didn't look up, he just focused on painting and talked casually.

"You are here for the First Emperor's Treasury, too?"

"Would you like to cooperate?"

(End of this chapter)