Snap——
Through the glass window, Su Yi heard the new miuki233 hang up the phone.
This guy should be coming out soon.
"The direction of the archives room? Where is it?" Su Yi asked the life-saving system.
The last time miuki233 said to the American, "The item is in the archives, get it from the usual place." This time the British should go get it.
Life-saving system: "Turn left out of the operating room."
Su Yi immediately walked in the opposite direction, sticking to the wall. He squatted and walked around the corner, hiding himself.
squeak--
The automatic glass door of the operating room opened to both sides, and the person inside walked out, turned left and went to the archive room.
Su Yi secretly peeked out from the corner and observed secretly. This trumpet was indeed very strange, so he had to follow it.
He crept along behind the Englishman, playing the detective role he was.
When passing by the glass window of the operating room, Su Yi looked inside and saw the pale ghost hand stretched out from the focus of the white light and waved at him mischievously.
Su Yi: ...
Although this ghost is really lustful, it will indeed help him in the plot.
Su Yi followed the trumpet player through the corridor on the first floor. The man walked into a small corridor with ease, pushed open the safety door, and went down through the safety passage.
Life-saving system: "The archives room is on the underground first floor. Honey, do you want to go down alone?"
Su Yi: "Didn't the ghost follow us?"
Life-saving system: "Hmm... he's following me. I can't see him now. He should be hiding nearby."
"That's good." Su Yi said.
He had a vague idea of who the ghost was. He was very familiar with the hand. If it was really as he guessed, the ghost would come to save him if he encountered danger. And...
"If there really is some serious danger, right? We still have you, right?" Su Yi said to the life-saving system.
“…Hehe!” The life-saving system seemed to be very happy to be praised. It turned on the biological infrared sensing mode and looked behind the security door:
"Wife, that guy has reached the negative first floor. He should not be able to hear us. We can open the door now."
Su Yi slowly opened the gray-and-white iron security door. It was a bit heavy, so he only opened it a crack, squeezed his thin body in, and then quietly closed it.
The green safety light lit up at the bottom of the wall, casting a gloomy green light on the stairwell, like a night haunted by green zombies, creating a somewhat terrifying atmosphere.
The concrete steps were also dyed with green light, like a winding green dragon climbing into the underworld. I wonder how many more floors there are underground.
Su Yi stepped carefully on the steps without making any sound.
Life-saving system: "This guy has entered the archives room."
Su Yi heard the sound of the key turning.
miuki233's character is dressed in a white robe and a tall white hat. He looks like a chef in the cafeteria. It doesn't seem like he should have the key to the hospital archives room in the basement. He must have stolen it from somewhere.
Creak—the sound of the door opening.
Su Yi waited for a while, making sure that the man had completely entered the archive room before he emerged from the stairs.
There was no light in the dark basement, only a flashlight in the archive room where a strange British man was looking for something.
There was also the green light from the security light in the stairwell, illuminating a bit of the concrete floor.
Su Yi couldn't turn on the light now, so he took a few steps forward, and the life-saving system reminded him:
"Honey, be careful. There is an old vase to the right."
Su Yi walked around him and came to the door of the archive room. The door was ajar. The British player did not close the door. He was holding a flashlight and shining it on the numbers on each shelf in the archive room.
The "old place" that this man and the American agreed upon should refer to fixed numbered shelves and rows, and only this British person knows the specific numbers.
Su Yi held his breath and went into the archive room.
He squatted quietly behind a shelf in the corner. This shelf was numbered 4, and the one behind it was numbered 5. The British man was nine...ten shelves away from him.
At this moment, the flashlight stopped shaking and the British guy stopped next to the 14th shelf.
Tick, tick.
The Englishman walked into the 14th shelf, his leather shoes stepping on the dusty floor tiles of the archive room.
...It seems that this is the place where things are hidden.
Each shelf here has 7 rows from top to bottom. Su Yi observed that the British guy's flashlight flickered up and down for a while, and then fixed it on the bottom, indicating that the things were placed at the bottom.
But there are many file boxes in each row of the shelves. Just knowing the shelf number and row number still means there is no way to determine what the item is.
Only the Brits can be sure where things are.
In other words, unless he could pry open the Limey's brain and read the object's location, he would only be able to determine the object's location the moment he saw the Limey stop and reach for it.
Su Yi's brain was working quickly. He had to come up with a way to take the things away before the British took them. And he had to avoid direct conflict and avoid being discovered by the British.
"…Is this possible?" the life-saving system asked in its mind:
"This kind of thing can only be done by someone with the special ability to stop time, right?"
"Also? Not necessarily."
Su Yi suddenly thought of an idea. He opened his gaming backpack and took out an ordinary black pen:
System reward for breaking historical records in the Bride copy: [Plot Rewrite Pen]!
[Wow! This item is awesome. With this, my wife will be invincible!]
The audience on the small TV behind were all sighing:
[This item is like the hand of God. It will become a bug if you equip it!]
[Emm, it’s hard to say. The more powerful the props look, the less useful they may be. If you don’t have the real skills to control them, they may backfire. How can our system make us so powerful that we become a bug? (doge)]
Su Yi gently uncapped the pen, like a soldier drawing his sword from its sheath, and a light screen popped up in front of him:
[Player - Su Yi has activated the plot rewriting pen! Please note that what you write must have strict logic, and the system will automatically remind you of any logical omissions.]
[When the ink of this pen runs out, it will become ineffective. Since this pen adopts a fully enclosed pen shell design, you cannot see the ink loss, so please cherish the opportunity to use it! ]
In the archive room, the flashlight suddenly stopped moving.
Su Yi looked up and saw the Englishman's leather shoes stopped in the middle of shelf No. 14. The flashlight cast a circle of warm yellow on the ground. This guy was about to squat...
At this moment, Su Yi was finally able to confirm that the item was in the middle of the bottom row of shelf No. 14!
Almost at the same time, he quickly wrote a string of new plots in the air:
[The vase outside the corridor swings and breaks.]
...If there is such a big commotion outside, the British should go and check it out first, Su Yi thought.
[Beep! System warning, this plot lacks logic, the vase will not break for no reason]
The plot sentence written in the air was highlighted in red on the screen:
[Please ask player Su Yi to improve the plot logic, for example: Was it? A wind from somewhere blew the vase over, or a wild cat from somewhere knocked the vase over, or someone passed by here and pushed the vase over for some reason]
The life-saving system groaned: "This is too complicated!"
[I knew it! This piece of junk is definitely not useful! How can the system really give players props that are so awesome that they can fix bugs!]
[Damn it! What on earth should I write to make it logical? My wife must not be discovered!]
[There is no wind in the underground layer here, so it doesn't make sense to create a wild cat hitting a vase out of thin air. Why would a wild cat pass by here?]
[It would be even more unrealistic to ask someone to knock it down. I could write a book to explain the whole process clearly!]
[Help, help, I'm so scared! Honey, let's give up and run to a safe place first!]
The barrage is beeping, imagining how you would write it if you got the [Plot Rewrite Pen], such as asking Bai Shen to airdrop to save the situation, asking the dean to suddenly pass by the negative first floor, asking this English guy to suddenly have diarrhea and run out to poop... and other weird plots, all of which are illogical and difficult to realize.
Most people would give up at this point. The audience on the small TV admitted that this reward item was just so-so. It was too difficult to come up with a logically consistent additional plot in such a short time.
Just as they were complaining, suddenly——
The audience saw Su Yi calmly pick up the pen and add two words to the sentence in the air, which became:
[The vase outside the corridor sways and is broken by the ghost]
Ding——the whole sentence shows a green passed mark.
Bang——!
The next moment, the sound of a vase breaking was heard outside the door.
"…Who? Who's outside?"
The squatting British guy immediately became alert and stood up.
He asked as he quickly ran out to check.
The Englishman ran to the door of the archive room with a flashlight, and when he shone the flashlight outside, he saw the broken vase.
...Who broke it?
I shone the flashlight to the left and to the right, but there was nothing there, not a single person around.
In the dark underground floor, only the yellow light of the flashlight was emitted, and the British guy felt a little uneasy.
Taking advantage of this gap, Su Yi quickly moved to the center of shelf No. 14 for silk.
[My wife is awesome! Take it away! Take it away!]
[It turned out to be a ghost that broke the vase. Suddenly, it made sense!]
[Wow, smart wife! But? If my wife adds new plots like this, will she be targeted by ghosts even more?]
[That ghost might be so self-indulgent that he thinks his wife is interacting with him!]
Su Yi didn't have time to pay attention to the small TV. He quickly squatted down and saw what the British guy was looking for at a glance:
A thick notebook.
It looks very old, with some yellowing around the edges.
Su Yi immediately put him into his backpack, took out an old notebook that was somewhat similar from the file box next to it, put it back in its original place, and then quickly retreated.
Sizzle…sizzle…
Su Yi squatted behind the shelf and saw the flashlight flashing at the door of the archive room:
Sometimes it was bright, sometimes it was dark, the warm yellow light gradually turned green, and finally turned into a ball of faint green light!
...It's like it's haunted!
The Englishman immediately turned off the flashlight, took out a lantern from his backpack, and quickly retreated from the door of the archive room. He probably felt that this place was a bit unlucky.
Su Yi had already moved behind the shelf closest to the door with his notebook.
When the Englishman came in and walked back to shelf No. 14, away from the door, he crouched, walked quickly forward through the door, and went into the stairwell without looking back.
One step, two steps... Su Yi climbed the stairs. He had a congenital heart disease and could not run fast. His speed was much slower than that of a normal person. He rarely did such sneaky things. He timidly asked the life-saving system:
"No... are you coming up?"
He moved very carefully, so the British shouldn't notice.
Life-saving system: "Well, the Englishman didn't catch up, but, honey, that ghost seems to be... haunting you."
Su Yi: “…What?”
【Beep! 】
A prompt suddenly popped up on the light screen in front of me:
[You just added the plot of [Ghost Pushing the Vase], from the ghost's point of view, this is? Helping you]
[It is impolite not to reciprocate. Mr. Ghost will follow you to your room and ask for the prize from you until he is satisfied.]
So, how will you reward him?
Su Yi: “…”
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