After I was forced to be a survival game NPC

In the desk drawer is a notebook with a brown paper cover, and there is only one sentence in it: 'This place is different from what I imagined. '

There is still a little ink mark on the back, as if holding a pen for deliberation, but in the end I couldn't continue writing.

Combined with the questioning female voice she heard earlier, she felt that it was not that simple.

Su Nanzhi stood up, packed the things on the table, and went to bed.

***
Game day two.

The sky was as dark as ever, and the dense plants and the emerald green lake made it even more quiet and eerie.

As soon as Su Nanzhi arrived at the hospital, she heard that someone had an accident at the player's side. Taking advantage of her status as a nurse, she pushed the door open and walked into the ward.

The players who had been checking and discussing around the hospital bed immediately fell silent when they saw a few nurses coming in, and some of them took a small step back quietly, pretending to be calm to hide their nervousness and vigilance.

The player on the hospital bed was in a trance, his face was pale, his whole body was shaking, as if he had lost his soul, and he didn't know what he had experienced.

Su Nanzhi noticed the remaining blood spots on the player's head and the purple-red lump on the arm. Regarding this, the nurse next to him said, "This is a trace of normal treatment, it's okay."

"Normal" "Never Die"

There are many consultation rooms in the hospital. There is a water pipe in one of them. Below is a chair with restraint function. There is a wooden barrel filled with ice beside it, which can hold a person. In another room, there is a water tank for cooking. .

This is called normal treatment.

There are living examples here. Players dare not ask a word about what the nurse NPC said, let alone comment.

The player who was taken away last night is still alive, but what is the difference between him being dead.

Su Nanzhi stood among the nurses, glanced over the players, and then left with them.

After closing the door, the weird atmosphere is still there.

Lu Yu stepped forward and reached out to feel the pulse on the player's neck. He was much weaker than normal people, and his injuries were not only in his body, but also in his spirit.

"Did you find anything?" Zhuang Wenlin turned his attention to Lu Yu.

"No." Lu Yu withdrew his gaze indifferently.

When Zhou Wu heard the NPC nurse walking away, he straightened up, thinking he could find something, but it turned out that way.

Yesterday, there were female players who secretly looked at this guy, and went to talk to him, this is a survival game, what's the use of looking good without strength?

"It turns out that just like us, we didn't find anything."

"Will they take me away if I don't take the medicine at night?" Yang Wenjiao is very anxious now, he was almost there yesterday, and he was the one who was taken away.

"If you can survive ten days safely by taking medicine, is it still called a survival game?" Zhuang Wenlin said in a deep voice, "Go to the cafeteria to meet them first, and ask if there is anything unusual there last night."

This medicine is probably a sleeping pill or something.

He ate it later, but he didn't dare to swallow it. This group of NPCs couldn't let them go. They really didn't know how they died after eating and falling asleep.

Su Nanzhi went to the female player's ward again.

She found that the player named He Simiao looked at another NPC with a very wrong expression, something must have happened at night.

Su Nanzhi took the opportunity to secretly check the physical condition of the NPC patient. Her expression was still dull, and nothing abnormal could be seen, but there were suspicious bruises on her body.

Unlike player side effects of 'healing'. '

For a moment, she thought of the two male nurses she saw last night.

Patients who cannot speak or resist are not the best targets for them.

Imaginary self: Crazy coding in the afternoon!
The real situation: Daily calvin o(╥﹏╥)oIt seems that it is not smooth to write horror during the day