Chapter 31: Keeping Humans in Captivity But one day, the monster I created came to life...
"After publication, my new book became an instant hit. The media's praise, the readers' love, and the staggering wealth... I was overwhelmed by it all."
“So, I continued to create, constantly exploring the darkness of human nature, turning fear and despair into words, and writing one work after another.”
"But one day, the monster I created came to life..."
The writer's illusory figure floated to the bookshelf. He looked at the books he had written, took a deep breath, and exhaled heavily.
“They found me when I became a popular writer.”
"At first, I thought they were gods and I was the chosen one. I was even delighted by this and worked harder on my creations. I even deliberately promoted their existence in my novels."
"It was not until my readers became sick and committed suicide one after another, until they controlled my family and sent me to a mental hospital... that I realized what an unforgivable mistake I had made."
At this point, the writer covered his face with his hands in pain, and after a long pause he continued, "Using my words as a medium, they cross the boundaries of reality and attempt to use human emotions as food to enhance their own abilities."
"Humans' fear or worship of them will become their source of power. To this end, they plan to keep humans in captivity, and the mental hospital is the beginning of the plan."
So, the writer is indeed the first person to see "them". Considering the background of the copy, maybe the original mental hospital was normal...
Cecia thought.
The writer's memories seemed to carry a lot of negative emotions. Every few words he was overwhelmed by despair, and it took him a long time to relax before he could continue describing.
"After I was admitted, the hospital became increasingly strange. Not only did it accept a large number of patients, but it also waived all fees for the patients. Even many people who did not want to take care of the elderly and the weak sent their mentally healthy family members to the hospital."
"They took advantage of human desires, controlled all doctors, and made them make drugs so that patients could discover their existence. From then on, the purpose of the hospital was no longer to treat patients, but to drive normal people crazy."
"I regretted it so much that I wanted to kill them. But I had shaped them so perfectly that they had almost no weaknesses. So I forced myself to pick up the pen again—"
"Even if I created them with words, I can certainly destroy them with words."
"You saw what happened next."
The writer turned around and gave a bitter smile.
"My thoughts were still too naive. They were powerful enough. Even though I tried hundreds of times, I still couldn't find a way to kill them."
The other party has revealed the whole thing, but the system has not determined that he has passed the level... Either the other party does not know the truth, or the additional task of "curing the disease" must be completed.
In either case, she must continue to touch them.
"I still don't understand, why did you want to commit suicide?"
After clarifying the goal, Cecia pretended to be confused.
"In recent years, they have been publishing books in my name in order to continue to expand their influence and gain more power. If this continues, all of humanity will be enslaved..."
"But what can suicide change?"
She did not hide anything and told the truth she heard: "The hospital has completely blocked the news of your death. Your death has changed nothing."
Hearing this, the writer's figure shook a few times, his mouth opened and closed repeatedly, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.
Seeing that he was beginning to waver, Cecia simply blocked his last escape route.
"You understand their methods, don't you?"
She said softly.
"Death is not atonement, but escape. Since you think you are responsible for all this, then kill them with me."
"Impossible."
The writer looked dejected and shook his head desperately.
"They are unkillable. They are not creatures that humans can fight against."
"Maybe." She waved her hand nonchalantly, "But I'm not human."
After saying that, she pressed the button on her waist.
The skin of the middle-aged man on her body squirmed, and after three seconds it fell off completely, revealing her true appearance.
"You! You have horns on your head!"
Seeing the sudden transformation in front of him, the writer was stunned for a moment and then burst into screaming.
Huh? The writer can see her true appearance?
He just wanted to prove his uniqueness by shedding his human skin, but he never expected that the other party's attention was all on the demon's horns.
Subconsciously touching the horns on her head, Cecilia approached the writer with a happy smile on her face.
"Yeah, didn't I say that? I'm not a human."
She spoke in a frivolous tone.
"I have a grudge against them, and I don't intend to do anything to humans. As long as I can kill them, I will leave on my own."
The writer looked at Cecia hesitantly, not knowing whether to believe it or not.
When he was first awakened, he saw that the appearance of "Li Feng" was just an appearance. The people in this hospital had long been brainwashed by them, and it was impossible for them to have a magical object that could summon souls, and no one would want to wake him up.
But he only knew that the other party was an outsider, and he didn't expect that he was not even a human.
One “they” has already put humanity in danger, what if another unknown species comes along?
While the writer hesitates, Cecia puts on her skin again.
"You also said that it's not a creature that humans can fight against, so why don't you let me try?"
She said leisurely.
The fearless confidence revealed in her words made the balance in the author's heart begin to tilt towards her.
After a moment, the writer clenched his fists, as if he had made up his mind, and said in a stern voice: "Okay! I will help you. What do you need me to do?"
"You should hide first, don't let others find you."
Cecia warned.
"When I need you, I'll ring the bell again, and then you just need to follow the sound."
"This isn't a difficult task, but given my current situation, I may not be able to hold out for too long..."
The writer's illusory figure floated. He estimated his own condition and continued, "Two days. I can only hold on for two days at most. If you don't ring the bell within two days, I can't help you."
"Don't worry, it won't take that long."
Cecilia said casually, and when she turned to leave, a crumpled paper ball was stuffed into her hand.
"This is the magic circle used to summon them." The writer said softly, "Usually they appear as projections, and only people who have taken drugs can see them."
"The drugs are difficult to make and the quantity is limited. In order to make more people fear them, the hospital holds a sacrifice ceremony every Friday. By sacrificing individual patients, they summon their entities and allow them to absorb more emotions."
"Perhaps, you can find a breakthrough from here."
After listening to the writer's words, Cecilia nodded slightly, put away the paper ball, and left the activity room.
…
"Doctor Li, you're finally back!"
She returned to the fourth floor along the same route and was stopped by Dr. Zhang as soon as she entered the doctor's lounge.
"What's up?"
She stopped and frowned, pretending to be impatient.
"I know you got a lot of inspiration in that room and you might want to record it right away, but we really don't have enough people right now..."
Carefully observing her expression, Dr. Zhang explained cautiously.
"It's like this. The new doctor has been called away by the dean. I and other doctors have other arrangements. Could you please take over today's shift?"
The new doctor...isn't that Wilbert?
Why would the dean look for him?
In Dr. Zhang's eyes, Cecilia's silence meant dissatisfaction with the arrangement.
He smiled and bent his waist almost to 90 degrees, and continued bitterly: "You see, there is really no other way. If you need me in the future, just let me know. I will never refuse!"
Cecia was too lazy to argue with him, so she waved her hand to show her agreement and turned into the lounge.
"Thank you so much! As expected of Dr. Li, you are so generous..."
The door of the lounge was closed, but Dr. Zhang outside the door was still bowing and thanking people, fearing that he might do something wrong and be hated by others.
When there was no more sound outside, Cecilia opened the locker immediately.
In the locker, Li Feng was tied up tightly. He was still unconscious and there was nothing abnormal.
But this made her even more confused.
Since the matter has not been exposed, why was Wilbert called away by the dean?
She tied another layer of bandage around Li Feng to make sure that even if he woke up, he would not be able to speak or move. Then she locked the locker, took the key with her, and returned to Ward 404.
As soon as I opened the door, a gust of cold wind blew in.
Ward 404 was empty, with no one in it.
"Old Li, are you here to check on the ward?"
The optician happened to be passing by, and when he saw Cecilia, he came forward to say hello.
"Huh? It's Ward 404. There's no need to look. The people have been taken away by the dean."
"Dean? Why did he take my patient away?"
Cecia demanded.
"Well, you know that the dean always does things as he pleases."
The bespectacled doctor looked around and whispered, "He said he was going to do some experiment and take away all the patients in bed 404. Unfortunately, the patient in bed number one is missing. I don't know where he went."
"The director was furious. Not only did he take away the remaining two patients, he also called away the new doctor, saying he was going to hold him accountable."
"Now, all the doctors and nurses who are a little free in the entire hospital have been sent by the director to find bed number one."
After talking for a long time, the spectacled doctor felt thirsty, so he grabbed the water on the table and drank it all.
"In my opinion, bed number one must have been taken out of the hospital long ago. It's a waste of effort!"
"Old Li, you'd better rest in the lounge. Be careful not to be conscripted by the dean!"
After some earnest persuasion, he patted Cecilia on the shoulder, quickly caught up with the team in front, and continued to "do his best" to capture the patients.
The entire 404 ward plus Wilbert...
Four of the five players in the copy have gathered together. Does the dean know something?
Cecia stroked the iron bars of the hospital bed, thoughtfully.
At present, she knows nothing about the dean. If she rashly goes to the dean using Li Feng's identity, she might be exposed if she is not careful, and such a convenient identity will be invalidated.
It would be better if...
She performed a "walking into a trap" act.
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