absurd deduction game

Chapter 390 Raiders of the True Ending 1
Originally, the reason why Ren Yi invited Yu Xing was that there are some things that need to be done separately.

But now, with so many more people, he can distribute tasks more calmly, and the fault tolerance rate has increased a lot.

"How many people are needed in the intensive care unit?" Zhao Mou asked.

"It doesn't need much, as long as someone meets the two conditions." Ren Yi led the way and walked to the dean's office first.

Every once in a while there is a rusty and broken clock on the wall, but it can barely show the time. Ren Yi calculates the time indicated by these clocks. Now the dean is not in the office, and he should be passing through Corridor No. [-] to the intensive care unit. room run.

"What condition?" Saffrey raised her eyebrows.

"One, be good at timing. You must save the dean when he is dying. If it is too late, the dean will die. If it is too early, the diary will not appear." Ren Yi held the paper full of strategies, and the corridor kept going backwards. , where they are now and the ghostly No. [-] corridor are exactly symmetrical directions with the center of the hospital as the axis.

The sound from over there could not be heard, everything was silent and eerie, and the night outside the window was even deeper, as if the sky was covered by an upside-down teacup.

"Second, the frontal combat power is enough to deal with ghosts. Although the haunted house has no fatal effect on the guests, if it can't deal with it, there is a [-]% chance that the dean will be attacked and killed."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Yu Xing secretly.

In his heart, this person should be competent and relatively trustworthy.

"Ah~ Then I'll stay in the office with you." Safli smiled, and pushed open the door of the dean's office.

The ghosts here have been dealt with by Ren Yi, and it is very safe.

"Hmm." Ren Yi pondered that Saffli was quite self-aware.

Her whip is only powerful when she is on the bed. In terms of head-on combat, the toxin has less effect on ghosts than on people, and the whip does not hurt too much when beating ghosts, which is very disadvantageous.

"I'm going to save people?" Yu Xing asked, and then, without waiting for Ren Yi to nod, he glanced around, "Zhao Mou, who has bad legs... also stay, and then, Qu stay here to protect these non-combatants, in case Han Yan wants to come over and add trouble."

He put a hand on Zhao Yijiu's shoulder: "Brother Jiu and I are going to save people, how about it?"

Zhao Yijiu did not express his wishes, as if he had acquiesced in this assignment.

Ren Yi agreed, and took over the control of Zhao Mou's wheelchair: "It's exactly the same as what I thought."

He felt that Yu Xing could complete this task alone, but with Zhao Yijiu, the fault tolerance rate became higher, and it was even more difficult to fail.

"Cold wine is so powerful." Sha Fuli teased, "Then leave it to you."

The wheels of the wheelchair made a noise, Zhao Mou was pushed into the office by Ren Yi, and looked back.

He knows more about Yu Xing. I'm afraid Yu Xing's motive for pulling his younger brother away is not so pure. He is the person who has had the most contact with that ghost besides Zhao Yijiu. How could he not recognize that ghost's breath just now? Instead of his younger brother's breath, it appeared behind him.

If it wasn't for the momentary exchange of breaths and Yu Xing's Sheqing ghost was here again, he wouldn't be so calm just now.

Something must have happened just now that he didn't know about. Yu Xing pulled his brother away from the range of the camera, probably to solve some problems with Li Gui.

Zhao Mou pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, turned around, and calmed down.

He was relieved to leave this matter to Yu Xing. For some reason, Yu Xing often showed a capricious and dangerous side, but he always made others feel at ease and trusted.

This person is really a person who is born to make others suffer from Stockholm. Fortunately, Yu is not a criminal.

Zhao Mou began to take a leisurely look at the furnishings of the dean's office. In fact, this place is similar to the doctor's office he entered before. There is no more gorgeous and elaborate decoration, but the glass cabinet has been replaced by a bookshelf, and some medical books and philosophy books are placed on it. , there are also various books on success and management, which show that the dean is very educated while not forgetting medicine, and improves himself in an all-round way.

This conclusion would be more convincing if some books hadn't started to fall into dust because they hadn't been read a few times.

The dean should be a man who pays more attention to his own image, Zhao Mou thought, the instinct of collecting information made him see more involuntarily, the windows are big, but the curtains are drawn tightly, and there is no rubbish visible to the naked eye on the ground, The trash can by the desk was half full and not emptied.

Zhao Mou narrowed his eyes, and such an image appeared in front of his eyes.

A fairly simple man, he loves his career, patients and staff, and this hospital, but his position inevitably affects him, making him unconsciously move towards the touted "Mr. The image of the dean is getting closer.

Self-discipline is not bad, I will refine myself for the sake of decency, but I don’t care about the details, as if holding a kind of "Anyway, I am doing what the dean should be, even if you see that this is not the real me. It doesn't matter' ambivalence.

Nothing special, but some weird people.

When Zhao Mou got to know the dean who had never met through this office, Ren Yi looked at the time and found that it was almost time. Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu went to the intensive care unit in advance, so they should be able to seize the opportunity.

"It's time to go."

"Okay." Yu Xing didn't say a word, and took Zhao Yijiu to the intensive care unit.

The road the two of them chose was the opposite direction leading to Corridor No. [-]. The dean's escape route was exactly the same every time. As long as no one interfered, he would follow this road to death step by step.

He believed that Han Yan would not be the one who interfered with the dean, because Han Yan was also waiting for the truth to emerge.

Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu quickly left Ren Yi's camera range, and they were finally able to talk about things that the audience should not know.

"How do you feel now?" Yu Xing asked.

"Fortunately, its influence on me was taken away by Yiqing." Zhao Yijiu was conscious and in good condition.

It's just that he could still hear Li Gui beeping in his head, this was the first time Zhao Yijiu met a ghost who was so talkative and noisier than Yu Xing beside him.

Yu Xing was a little curious: "Noisy? What did he say?"

Zhao Yijiu heard two more sentences: "...He said that you don't understand anything, and dare to say that he is noisy. He will show you what real noise is when he recovers."

Yu Xing: "Oh."

"Yiqing, turn off the voice from Brother Jiu, too. There's no need to listen to it." He didn't take it seriously. Even if this ghost recovers its strength, there won't be a day when it can freely quarrel with him, because he believes By then, Zhao Yijiu would definitely be able to control the power of Li Gui.

Yiqing's phantom appeared and swayed from Zhao Yijiu's body. He was dressed in a blue ancient robe flowing like a fairy, and without a fan in his hand, he floated diagonally above Yu Xing and snorted coldly.

If he could talk, he would definitely say, if you don't want such a good fun, don't you want it?I don't need to listen to you.

But thinking that he almost shattered Zhao Yijiu's consciousness for fun just now, and almost couldn't finish what he had promised Yu Xing, he felt a little guilty.

Although he was not a reasonable ghost, he still calmed down Zhao Yijiu's ears with a wave of his hand.

As soon as Zhao Yijiu heard the sentence "You are a Sheqing ghost, why do you listen to this human being, you don't even—" He stopped abruptly, his tense nerves finally relaxed, and said to Yu Xing: "Okay, now don't Noisy."

They arrived at the intensive care unit smoothly. The door here was ajar, and through the two-finger-wide door crack, one could see the dim lights in the room and the sophisticated and obscure instruments that reminded people of death at a glance.

On that lifeless pale hospital bed, a body silhouette was raised in the middle of the quilt, and a head was exposed outside the quilt, which was connected to a ventilator. With the sound of muffled breathing, the electrocardiogram above the bed fluctuated weakly.

No one has touched the ghost here, and it is still entrenched in the room. There is no need to guess what it is on the bed.

Yu Xing gave Zhao Yijiu a look, put his hand on the door panel, and was about to push the door.

Just the moment before he exerted his strength, an eye popped out from the crack of the door. Among the large whites of the eyes, the eyeball was small, spinning around like a marble out of control, unable to find the focal length of the line of sight.

Under the eyes, a skinny hand stretched out quietly, about to grab Yu Xing's wrist.

Yu Xing, who was close at hand, suddenly had a playful fit, and his face changed. Before he was dragged into the room and entered the range of the camera, he withdrew his hands suddenly and exclaimed: "Ghost!"

Zhao Yijiu had no expression on his face, he was not surprised that this happened.

Even deja vu.

But the ghost in the room was taken aback by Yu Xing's reaction and disappeared instantly.

I'm afraid it didn't expect that there would be people who reacted so strongly to ghosts to come here.

"Stop playing, go in." Zhao Yijiu pushed Yu Xing, and Yu Xing pushed the door open. The light inside the door flickered, reflecting the hospital bed as cold as a corpse bed, and the unknown body on the bed was extremely cold. Like a corpse, it's very uncomfortable.

The live broadcast of the intensive care unit was instantly activated, the quilt moved, and the ventilator made a louder sound, showing its presence.

[Open it, they move pretty fast]
[Who will be the "patient" in the intensive care unit this time?Burned, slit wrists or poisoned? ]
[I think it was sent to death]
[What are they going to do?When the dean comes over, he still has to rely on the patient to kill the dean. If we solve the ghost now, the dean will not be dying]
[Hide away, this "patient" is not the kind that wakes up instantly, just like the one in the elevator, it needs enough disturbance to attack]
[where to hide?Under the bed?Gentlemen, I am so excited! ]
The audience's guesses are relatively close, because there are not many places to hide in the intensive care unit, and the bottom of the bed and behind the curtains are the best choices, and other places are easy to find.

There was a slight sound not far away from Yu Xing's ear. I am afraid that the dean is about to escape from the No. [-] corridor. The ghost has set up some restrictions to make it difficult for the sound to come out.

"Hide." Zhao Yijiu reminded, pointing to the bed.

Yu Xing smiled: "Hey, don't worry, I'll take a look first..."

As he spoke, Zhao Yijiu approached the "patient" on the bed with Zhao Yijiu's expression showing a slight headache. As he got closer, the patient's electrocardiogram began to fluctuate irregularly, as if the heartbeat was very disordered.

In fact, the "patient" is not awake, but adhering to some invisible rules, he must be exposed to a certain level before he can get up. The sneak attack just now in the door is the only attack opportunity before the living person enters the intensive care unit.

If people are caught by that hand because their eyes are attracting attention, they will be dragged into the intensive care unit, so that they will not be greeted by a "weak patient" lying on the bed, but a powerful and disgusting ghost up.

"Why did you come in here..." Yu Xing stretched his hand towards the quilt while thinking about it, and pulled it down a little.

The patient was wearing the same hospital gown as Zhao Yijiu. He was bony and his neck was ripped apart, as if he had been smashed by something. The wounds were messy, and it hurt much more than cutting his throat when he saw blood seal his throat.

"Oh, this is..."

"Don't say that word." Zhao Yijiu applied the handbrake to stop it, "When you say that word, it will wake up."

The word "already dead" is a taboo in front of patients, no one would want to hear such unlucky words on the hospital bed, it is almost like a curse.

Even if this one is really dead on the hospital bed, it is not willing to listen.

As soon as he is dead, how did he die, it will wake up and beat people.

Waking up early, the dean might not escape in, which is not good for their plan.

"It's quite elegant." Yu Xing muttered, and looked at the patient's face again. It looked like an old man with thin and gray hair, and a pair of eyes... I don't know when they opened.

The old man's eyes were very cloudy, with a palpitating silence. The lower half of his face was covered by the ventilator, and there was a sound of violent breathing, but no white mist appeared on the mask.

"Yo, you're still in good spirits, you must be cured soon." Yu Xing said to the old man, no, the old ghost smiled kindly, and helped him cover the quilt back thoughtfully.

— covered his head.

Yu Xingduan backed up straight, and moved under the quilt again, as if he was enduring something, but finally endured it and fell silent.

Zhao Yijiu: "You just have to..." Provoke this?
He gave up before he could ask. He knew the answer. It was normal for Yu Xing to provoke him, but... this was intended to be completely exposed, so he didn't pretend to be innocent in front of the audience?
Yu Xing came back with a happy look in his eyes, and said boldly: "You see, this old man is so energetic, can't I help him breathe?"

Zhao Yijiu didn't know why he took up this trouble: "Then you still cover your head for it."

"The temperature in this place is a bit low, so you need to keep warm after you get through the air."

"You really deserve a beating."

"Hey," Yu Xing's eyes lit up, "Why don't you talk in Tianjin, it's like we're talking about cross talk."

"..." Zhao Yijiu said, "Get lost."

Yu Xing rolled under the bed.

Not only did he leave by himself, but he also pulled Zhao Yijiu together: "Not poor, not poor, the dean is coming soon, you hide quickly."

Zhao Yijiu pressed down the hand that wanted to hit someone expressionlessly, and also got in.

　Dragon Boat Festival

　　
　
(End of this chapter)