N-A-A Chapter 566 This is big trouble!
Chapter 566 This is big trouble!
Su Wan's smile deepened slightly, then she raised her right hand and snapped her fingers crisply.
"Smack."
On the old man's wrist, the second skull, as if licked by an invisible flame, quickly burned from gray to a dazzling red.
At the same time, the watch face on Kuroki Hidetoshi's right wrist lit up, and a cold electronic notification sound came from the watch face:
[Destination: Psychiatry Department]
[Route navigation has been generated]
【…】
Without a second's hesitation, Hidetoshi Kuroki turned and strode toward the psychiatric ward.
The middle-aged, overweight man quickly followed, shouting, "Wait for me!"
Su Wan: "Now, let's draw your roles for today."
With a slight twist of her wrist, Su Wan conjured a bubble gun out of thin air, shook it gently, and pulled the trigger.
Countless bubbles shot out from the gun muzzle, flooding the crowd.
Everyone reached out to catch it.
Lin Feng reached out and grabbed a bubble that was floating towards him. The moment the bubble burst, five dark red characters appeared on his palm:
Psychiatric patients
A hint of seriousness flashed across his eyes, and his five fingers slowly tightened.
Wasim leaned closer and opened his palm as well—the same five words: "Me too."
The two exchanged a glance, their expressions conveying the same message—this is a huge problem.
The roles of the other characters are also gradually revealed.
Evelyn was assigned to be a hospital security guard, a relatively safe job requiring only patrol duty.
Martha was assigned to be a cleaner, responsible for cleaning the ward area. This was a low-level menial job with relatively low risk.
The role Nikola was given instantly made him tense – [Outpatient Cashier].
The outpatient payment window is directly confronted with all sorts of patients and strange entities of unknown origin. If one is not careful, saying the wrong thing or making the wrong move, one will be instantly and mysteriously obliterated.
He subconsciously pushed up his glasses, his fingertips trembling slightly.
Finally, Derek's role was revealed—the "corpse mover."
Upon seeing this character, his dark face instantly turned ashen.
Wasim came over and patted Derek on the shoulder: "How about you switch with me?"
Derek glanced at the five bloody words on Wasim's palm, and jumped back half a step as if bitten by a snake:
"Never mind... I think the body handlers are pretty good, really, exceptionally good."
He still vividly remembers the experience of being electrocuted in the psychiatric ward yesterday, the feeling of the electric current coursing through his bones, and he never wants to experience it again in his life.
Compared to that, at least body handlers don't have to be tied to a bed and at the mercy of others.
After everyone drew their roles, they went to the cafeteria for a meal.
After lunch, everyone went to the VR classroom to receive pre-job training.
For Lin Feng and Wasim, who were assigned the role of "psychiatric patients," the training content was practically nonexistent.
The only fate of this character is to be passively left in the ward, at the mercy of the strange doctors and nurses, with no power to resist.
As Wasim stepped out of the VR classroom, he tilted his head back and exhaled a breath of stale air.
"I just hope they don't do a frontal lobe removal later. I can grit my teeth and endure whatever treatment is required."
Following the navigation on their watches, the two quickly arrived at the gloomy and desolate psychiatric ward.
The entire building was painted a stark white, with mottled, yellowish walls.
A female nurse sat at the front desk on the first floor, her face expressionless, her eyes vacant and dark, devoid of any sign of life.
She coldly swept her gaze over the two of them: "A new patient?"
The two nodded and raised the watches on their right wrists.
The nurse glanced at it and made two marks on the register:
"Lin Feng, Wasim, room 214, the second room on the left at the end of the corridor on the second floor. Go inside and wait, the doctor will be here soon. Don't wander off."
The two went up to the second floor and pushed open the door to room 214.
The room was small, about ten square meters, and the fluorescent tubes on the ceiling emitted a continuous buzzing sound, casting a pale white light.
Two narrow beds were placed side by side against the wall. The sheets were a faded light blue, but upon closer inspection, several dark brown stains could be seen along the edges.
Each bed has black leather straps tied to its headboard and footboard, with rough edges on the inside of the straps from repeated rubbing.
Two sets of equipment stand at the head of the bed.
One set is an electroencephalogram (EEG) monitor, with several metal electrode pads wrapped together with tape and hung on a stand.
The other one—Wahim gasped when he saw it—was an old-fashioned stun gun.
Two black wires extend from the side of the chassis, each end connected to a silver-white circular metal electrode.
Several posters were pasted on the wall.
One of them is a diagram of human acupoints, poorly printed, with the acupoint names in handwritten, crooked handwriting that looks like it was copied.
One of them is the "Yongshan Hospital Motto"—"Obedience, Trust, Recovery," with the three words painted in red on a white background, the strokes rough.
There's also a cartoon nurse with a smile on her face, and below it the words, "Don't be afraid, we're doing this for your own good."
The cartoon nurse's eyes were drawn unusually large, almost disproportionately so, and staring at someone for too long would make you feel uneasy.
The entire room was filled with a damp and oppressive smell, a mixture of disinfectant, rust, and some kind of human secretion.
The two stayed in the room for about three minutes when suddenly a pig-like scream came from next door.
"Ah—! Ugh—!"
"Stop—stop it—!!"
The two exchanged a glance.
"Blackwood?" Vassim lowered his voice.
Lin Feng raised his chin: "Let's go take a look."
The two quietly opened the door, only to find the corridor empty.
The door to room 213 was ajar, and a sliver of white light shone through the crack.
Lin Feng leaned over to the side, and Vassim rested his head on his shoulder. The two of them peered through the crack in the door, one above the other.
Kuroki Hideto was lying on the bed on the left, his limbs tightly bound by straps.
He was only wearing a pair of shorts, and his skin was glistening with sweat.
His lips were purple, white foam hung from the corners of his mouth, his underwear was wet, and dark water stains spread along his inner thighs onto the sheets. A pungent smell of urine filled the air.
His body was still twitching slightly, like a fish thrown ashore, occasionally bouncing, but he had little strength left.
On the right bed lay a middle-aged, overweight man in an even worse condition.
His whole body was curled up like a shrimp, the belt almost digging into his flesh, and his crotch was also soaked.
His face was tilted to the side on the pillow, saliva mixed with blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and his pupils were unfocused like two glass beads soaked in water.
Both of them had been electrocuted and passed out.
A tall, thin male doctor in a white coat stood by the bed, holding a pen in his hand. He expressionlessly opened the black man's eyelids, shone a flashlight into his pupils, and then opened the middle-aged fat man's eyelids to look at them.
Then he straightened up and put a checkmark on the scoreboard:
"Pollution removal".