"Achoo!"
Inside the instance, Wu Chang sneezed. He rubbed his nose to disperse the aftereffect of the sneeze, muttering, "Who’s thinking about , I wonder?"
After a brief adjustnt, he began to check his current situation.
Since he was already drawn into the Abyssal Ga, the only thing he could do now was to try his best to survive.
Although the matching system of the Abyssal Ga was a pit, the design for entering the instance was quite thoughtful, automatically dressing him in clothes that matched the plane.
In addition, it also gave him a necessary personal space for players.
However, as an initial backpack, the Abyssal Ga was quite stingy. The personal backpack was truly a backpack, with space only the size of a regular double-shoulder backpack.
At the mont, there was only one item in the backpack, the silver revolver that the camo man had used.
Wu Chang took out the silver revolver, and imdiately felt a bit more secure.
All fear stems from insufficient firepower.
With a weapon in hand, he at least had basic self-defense capabilities.
As he fiddled with the revolver, a line of information popped up on the gun.
"Item Na: Silver Dawn."
"Artifact Level: D."
"Item Skills: Scorching Bullet."
"Skill Description: Silver Dawn generates special silver bullets automatically based on ti. When silver bullets hit a target, they cause burning and explosion damage, doubling the damage against spirit bodies and monsters."
"Silver Bullet: Automatically generates one silver bullet every hour. You can also consu one point of energy to imdiately load a silver bullet. Current number of silver bullets: 6/6."
Looking at the Silver Dawn in his hand, Wu Chang’s resentnt towards the camo man eased, and he began to explore the room.
According to the mission prompt, the place he was currently in was called Moonlight Sanatorium.
Though nad a sanatorium, it actually resembled more of a prison.
Rough-style interior decoration, a simple iron plate bed, yellowed white bed sheets, a heavy tal door, and a small window blocked by thick tal bars.
What kind of desperation drove soone to choose this place for convalescence?
It was late at night, coupled with overcast skies, the moonlight was almost completely obscured. All light sources in the room ca from a small oil lamp on the desk not far away.
The oil lamp had a strong vintage feel. The world where the instance was located was much earlier than the real-world tiline; perhaps electric lights hadn’t been invented yet.
If the tiline were a bit earlier, he might have been able to give the locals a little firearm shock.
Wu Chang picked up the oil lamp and examined the details within the room.
With the aid of the lamp, he saw a piece of wood hanging on the wall with his case records nailed to it.
"Patient of Room 207: Sean."
"Condition: Paranoia (early stage)."
"Treatnt thod: Psychological counseling with dication."
"Current ntal status of the patient: Stable."
Now it made sense; no wonder the room was styled so hard-core. This Moonlight Sanatorium also served as a psychiatric hospital.
The Sean on the record should be him, early-stage paranoia, which didn’t seem too bad.
Below the case records was the admission notice of Moonlight Sanatorium, written in bright red ink that stood out.
"1. This sanatorium employs a closed managent system. Without a passage permit issued by the director, leaving the sanatorium at will is prohibited."
"2. In the sanatorium, only trust the dical staff. Do not trust any patients, not even yourself."
"3. All dical staff in the sanatorium wear white uniforms. Do not trust suspicious individuals in casual clothing who claim to be dical staff, even if they look very familiar to you."
"4. Do not leave the ward after dark. If you find yourself outside your room due to sleepwalking, keep calm when you wake up, cover your ears, close your eyes, lie on the ground, and wait for daylight."
"5. If any dical staff or doctor asks about your specific delusions, imdiately inform other dical staff, who will co to handle it."
The rules of the sanatorium were not plenty, but each was peculiar, making Wu Chang montarily puzzled.
At the level of the door to the abdon, there was a al delivery slot. He opened the cover on the room’s inner side, looked out through the slot, and sure enough, as he expected, there was a faint red resentnt on the door of the opposite room.
How do you create a button that makes people want to press it at the sight? The answer is to put a warning sign in front of it: Do not press it under any circumstances.
The admission notice emphasized not leaving the ward after dark, aning so players are bound to try it.
As his ability activated, the faint red resentnt unfolded into a curtain, projecting the deceased’s experience before death.
The deceased was a player dressed in a mage robe, and he’s confird to be a player because he wore basketball shoes under the mage robe.
The mage stood in the room, waving his magic wand and chanting softly. Magic power materialized into glowing particles like starlight, orbiting around him to form a transparent barrier.
The opponent seed to be a veteran, continuously chanting for five minutes, layering four different shields before stopping.
With four layers of shields, he cautiously left the room. Everything seed normal and no accident happened. This boosted the mage’s confidence. He moved forward boldly, preparing to explore the sanatorium at night.
But as he hadn’t walked very far, his body suddenly stopped, wailing as he collapsed to the ground.
As if he had seen sothing terrifying, he turned and crawled back toward the room with all his might.
It was as if ten ters turned into a chasm. Just as he was about to climb back into his room, his expression distorted with terror, and he emitted incomprehensible whimpering noises. Then, he convulsed violently and turned into a pool of mush.
Physically mush.
His state resembled a perfectly hand-pounded atball from Chaozhou. Without thousands of beatings, it wouldn’t co out so delicately smooth. When fully worked up and cooked, it could bounce half a ter high if thrown to the ground.
Until death, the four layers of shields on the mage remained unbroken.
Wu Chang furrowed his brow. An instant death effect that ignores defense?
When sothing seems off, there’s bound to be sothing supernatural. Allowing a veteran player to die helplessly, his years of gaming experience told him that the two main storyline quests related to the instance must be tied to the sanatorium’s nightti.
To uncover the secrets of the sanatorium at night, being able to move at night was fundantal.
He replayed the mage’s death footage, attempting to decipher the chanism of the instant death strike. Did the mage trigger so trap or stray into a certain area?
With each viewing, he grew more attuned to the mage’s experiences before death. By the fourth replay, he almost completely imrsed himself into the mage’s perspective.
While desperately crawling back into the room, he suddenly shivered, feeling as though soone was observing him from behind.
With a mage’s perspective, he turned back and noticed a detail he had previously overlooked or missed in the first three tis.
At the end of the corridor behind the mage, a chubby figure dressed in a patient’s gown stood in the middle, coldly observing everything.
The chubby figure wasn’t a dical staff, yet could move freely at night.
Wu Chang’s consciousness withdrew from the resentnt. It seed that to move at night, he must first find the chubby figure wearing the patient’s gown.
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