Escape game: NPC is crazy about me

"What's wrong?" Zhang Zhi followed Li Baicha's gaze and opened his mouth instantly, "Oh my God, it's Wang Rou. How come she's alive again?"

Wang Rou, who was supposed to be dead, was standing in a ward not far away, banging her head against the glass, staring straight at them with an expressionless face.

The stomach that was sawed open last night has healed, and he has been put on a blue and white hospital gown.

"No, she didn't come back to life." Yang Xianluo said with a solemn expression, "She should no longer be considered a human being now."

Seeing these mental patients locked up in the ward, everyone couldn't help but feel chills in their hearts.

Could it be that these people were all killed by a chainsaw murderer and then turned into mental patients and were imprisoned here?

"Xianluo, do you think any of these crazy patients are players like us?" Zhang Jie asked cautiously.

Yang Xianluo's eyes fell on Wang Rou, and he shook his head with dark eyes, "I don't know, maybe there is!"

At this moment, everyone's hearts felt as if they were being suppressed by something, heavy.

"What kind of crappy place is this? How can I get out of here? I'm going to collapse if I stay any longer." Wang Quan knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and shouted loudly, grabbing the yellow hair on his head with both hands.

Zhang Zhi instantly got angry, kicked Wang Quan hard, held his collar with both hands and cursed loudly, "You beast, you are only thinking about how to leave, didn't you see? There are people being detained in that ward.

This is your sister, your biological sister, she died to protect you, don’t you feel sad or sad at all?”

"What does this have to do with you? She was born to live for me, and she should have died for me. This is her obligation." Wang Quan was forced to look up at Zhang Zhi and said disdainfully, "This is all

She did it voluntarily, I didn't force her."

"Son of a bitch." Zhang Zhi clenched his fist and punched him hard in the face.

Wang Quan turned his head, half of his beaten face was red and swollen, blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and a trace of malice flashed in his eyes.

"Okay, Zhang Zhi, don't fight anymore." Yang Xianluo stopped him, "Even if you beat this kind of person to death, he won't have a trace of remorse in his heart."

"You beast, get out of here, don't let me see you again." Zhang Zhi let go of Wang Quan's collar, threw him to the ground, and said with a fierce expression.

"Bah!" Wang Quan wiped the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and spat on the ground.

Zhang Zhi got up from the ground, with a pair of gloomy inverted triangular eyes, and said viciously, "Just wait for me."

In the ward not far away, Wang Rou stopped banging her head on the glass, and her black and white eyes slowly turned upward, leaving only the whites of her eyes.

He slowly raised his hand and wrote the word "death" with blood on the glass in the direction of Yang Xianluo and others.

"Sister Xianluo, what does Wang Rou mean by writing the word "death" on the glass?" Zhang Zhi's heart skipped a beat when he saw the word "death" written in bright red blood.

Could it be that she wanted them to die because she saw him beating her brother just now?

This is so disrespectful of good people!

"What does she mean? We are not afraid of the Chainsaw Massacre, how can we be afraid of her?" Yang Xianluo raised an eyebrow as he looked at Wang Rou standing in front of the glass wall.

The mental hospital is very busy during the day. In addition to the mentally ill patients in the wards, you can also see doctors and nurses running around in various wards.

Yang Xianluo and others avoided the sight of many doctors and nurses and walked around the mental hospital.

An independent building with a large lawn in front and back, the high courtyard walls were covered with sharp glass shards, and the large iron gate of the courtyard was covered with a strong chain.

Looking out through the gap in the iron door, I saw a white mist and nothing else.

"What's behind the white mist?" Zhang Jie asked curiously.

"It's possible that there is nothing. This mental hospital is like a separate space that has been divided, and it is stipulated that we can only move here." Li Baicha said.

Yang Xianluo glanced at Bai Wu, "It seems that I can't find anything during the day. I'll look for other parts of the arm owner at night."

When several people passed the lobby on the first floor of the hospital, the TV hanging in the middle of the lobby was suddenly turned on.

There was a news broadcast on the TV. Ji Jian, a self-made real estate upstart, suddenly changed his temperament. He lingered in nightclubs day and night and spent money like water, changing his usual calm image.

"Xianluo, this Ji Jian looks exactly like that chainsaw murderer." Zhang Jie said in surprise.

"You are so rich, why are you still so stubborn? Do you have to be a pervert?" Li Baicha said very puzzled, "Is it bankrupt?"

"The news said that Ji Jian suddenly changed his temperament. Has he been stimulated by anything before?" Zhang Zhi looked at the high-spirited man on TV and was very curious in his heart, what kind of stimulation can make such a person?

There are successful people who become perverted killers who go around killing people with a chainsaw.

"The TV was actually turned on today." A cold male voice suddenly came from behind.

Yang Xianluo turned around and saw Wan Baichong standing behind her, "Are you done?"

"Well, there's actually nothing to be busy with. Those patients locked in the ward may not be considered human beings at all."

"Did you also see Wang Rou?"

"Well, I went in specifically to check on her condition. There was no trace of injury on her stomach at all. She was also very mentally abnormal. She couldn't remember anything from the past. She only mentioned her brother's name.

, there is only a slight change on the face."

"It seems that her servility to her brother is engraved in her soul." Yang Xianluo had a sarcastic smile on his face.

"You don't have to worry too much about people who like to make fun of themselves."

Facing Wan Bochong's deep eyes, Yang Xianluo tilted his head unnaturally, coughed slightly and said, "What do you mean when you just said that the TV was turned on today? Could it be that the TV cannot be turned on on weekdays?

Of?"

"Yes." Wan Bochong nodded and said, "I tried several times before to turn on this TV, but it couldn't be turned on."

"The TV set was turned on by itself today. Is it to tell us the true identity of the chainsaw murderer?" Yang Xianluo said, looking at Ji Jian on the TV.

"Perhaps we can ask Ji Jian directly." Wan Bochong said calmly.

"He was injured so badly last night, will he show up again tonight?" Yang Xianluo asked with some uncertainty.

"Don't worry, he will show up on time every night."