135 Massacre 1 || Sanatorium
Yan Shuang was stunned for a moment, then raised her hand in surprise. On her ring finger was an extremely low-key men's ring. It was a plain ring with only a barely noticeable vine pattern engraved on the inside.
He subconsciously turned around and looked at Jing Ning's hand. Sure enough, he was wearing the same ring on his ring finger as his.
"I wanted to give it to you on your birthday, but I can't wait any longer." Jing Ning hugged him and whispered, "I don't have any other intentions, I just want to have a sense of ceremony."
Yan Shuang never thought that there would be such a day. This small ring would combine two individuals into one and carry the protection for the future.
The laughter and cheers grew louder, and the clinking of glasses echoed one after another. No one was sober that night, even Jing Ning, who usually had self-control, allowed himself to indulge in drunkenness.
The moment the hour hand and minute hand coincided at twelve o'clock, the sound of fireworks and firecrackers resounded throughout the land.
In a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, the jubilation and joy make one feel particularly at ease.
In southern China, people eat tangyuan (glutinous rice balls) on the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, symbolizing family reunion. People get up before dawn, and eating tangyuan signifies the official start of the new year.
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"Something's changed! Yan Shuang, look at the computer!" Ye Jing'an excitedly shook Yan Shuang's shoulders. "That haunting thing is back again!"
The weather in early spring made people sleepy. Yan Shuang supported his head and raised his eyelids with difficulty.
The colleague next to him craned his neck curiously and looked at Yan Shuang's computer. "What are you talking about? Any gossip?"
Yan Shuang explained: "Ye Jingan, don't you know? It must be some kind of prank."
The colleague said "Oh" and lost interest instantly. After all, the person's reputation was well-known, and Yan Shuang didn't need to explain too much to be convincing.
After sending his colleagues away, Yan Shuang breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want the people in the office to be forced to get involved without knowing the truth. The cost of the game was too high and no one could afford it.
I clicked on the icon that had not been used for a long time. The game cover after repair was completely different from before. This time, the content of the next game was directly displayed on it.
The Holocaust – a place of atonement.
Opening time: May 5th.
Just reading these words makes one's heart skip a beat, because the fifth day of May is the time when he first entered the game.
The picture was filled with bright colors, which looked a bit enchanting and could make one dizzy after looking at it for a long time. Even though Ye Jing'an had seen the cover before, he was still frightened by it and turned his gaze to Yan Shuang.
Yan Shuang's eyes darted across the colorful painting, frowning as he muttered unconsciously, "Seventh Sanatorium."
"It's the hospital again! I have no mutual relations with the hospital." Ye Jing'an roared.
Yan Shuang shook her head and said, "It's different. Normal hospitals only have the injured, the elderly, the sick and the disabled. But here it's different."
Ye Jing'an's expression became somewhat unnatural. What else could a sanatorium admit? Of course, it admitted patients with severe mental illnesses. A place full of psychopaths and ghosts, the thought of a few normal people like them entering was terrifying.
Yan Shuang turned off the game; he was about to get 3D sickness if he kept watching. He pinched his brows hard, and the nausea gradually subsided. "At least this time, we were told the details ahead of time, so we can prepare. We still have time, and it's safe for now."
Ye Jing'an returned to his workstation dejectedly.
Yan Shuang didn't tell him that the game would announce its content ahead of time, and the greater possibility was that the difficulty would increase dramatically.
In the evening, the group was actively discussing the latest game. Jing Ning said: First, search for information about the Seventh Sanatorium on the Internet, and then integrate it, focusing on major events that have occurred.
Everyone knew that although the so-called Seventh Sanatorium would never be found in reality, it would definitely be a good idea to do more research, as it was better than doing nothing.
Tian Yiyi asked: What does this game cover want to express? Warmth? Sunshine?
Ye Jingan replied: I don't think so. (Trembling)
Jing Ning explained to the group: "This cover uses a lot of highly saturated colors, which are all aggressive." In design, saturation sets the overall emotional tone of the image. Only when the overall feeling is right will there be no problems later on. For example, scenes with combat, PK, or high-octane action often use high saturation.
The swirling painting style is similar to Van Gogh's paintings. This cover is exactly the same as Van Gogh's paintings. His paintings are intended to express his surging emotions: ecstasy, loneliness, pain, desire for life, and awe of nature.
We feel dizzy, largely accepting and respecting his own intense emotional fluctuations and mental state.
Lin Haichen: Some scholars also speculate that Van Gogh may have suffered from some disease that affects visual perception, which is sometimes accompanied by visual distortion.
Yan Shuang: Although we cannot know the specific content of the game, it is much better than going in completely in the dark. Getting information from these covers is somewhat helpful to us.
Ye Jingan: It’s so hard…
Over the next month, the five people worked hard to research information, looking through all the information related to sanatoriums across the country, large and small, and recording any information they thought was useful.
Time passed quickly. That day, Ye Jing'an sat there sighing, like an eggplant that had fallen to the ground after being hit by frost.
Yan Shuang passed by him several times but he didn't react.
Seeing that time was getting closer, Yan Shuang went over to calm him down and told him not to lose his composure.
Ye Jing'an pulled a handful of hair in frustration, and said uneasily under tremendous psychological pressure, "I'm a little nervous. I'm getting married in five days. If... if..." He couldn't finish the rest of the sentence. He wanted to fulfill the responsibilities and obligations of a man, but at this moment he was full of fear and worry about the future.
"It will come out." Yan Shuang said calmly, "When the time comes, you will be the most handsome groom, and I will give you a big gift."
Ye Jingan nodded.
The two of them stared at the screen. When time jumped, the entire space fell into darkness. The phone screen was still stuck on the chat message with Jing Ning. It was Yan Shuang who had sent the two words at the right time: Wait for me.
A few months almost made Yan Shuang forget the darkness, but he did not panic. He blinked calmly and a pale light came on.
At this moment, he was standing in front of the gate of the Seventh Sanatorium. The distorted picture on the cover had now become normal, and even the highly saturated colors had become low-saturation. Perhaps due to the weather, the sky was filled with dark clouds.
The sanatorium did not look abandoned, and the gate was still brand new.
The strange thing was that through the crack in the door, there was no life at all, not even a sound. Even Jing Ning and Ye Jing'an, who had originally come in together, had not appeared.
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