mtl008 Chapter 3369 Miraculous Doctor (3)
Chapter 3369 Miraculous Doctor (3)
Chapter 3369 Miraculous Doctor (Thirteen)
Now, a very embarrassing situation has arisen.
Schiller and Strange deliberately refused to accept the job, which seemed to trigger the inevitable death ending, but they did not die. The destruction caused by the inevitable death ending made it impossible to proceed smoothly in the game.
The nurse had obviously never encountered a situation where a wooden monster rushed out of a metal tunnel, but failed to kill the doctor. The key point is that not only did they not kill the two men, but they were still alive and kicking, not only physically healthy, but also mentally intact, and still thinking about their work.
You say he is strong, but he doesn't know why he doesn't play by the rules; you say he is weak, but he perfectly bears the consequences of not playing by the rules and even survives.
The nurse stood there for a while, then left with just one sentence, "I'll go and take a look."
It was already completely dark, and it was almost time to rest. When the evening bell rang, Schiller and Strange sat in front of the fireplace again and stuffed the wooden monster's limbs into the fireplace.
Schiller observed the environment in the operating room and found that the light was much dimmer than when they came, but the fireplace seemed unaffected and the light was still bright and warm.
"Don't forget to take the props before you fall asleep." Schiller handed the jar of nails to Strange, and then said, "We can verify our conjecture and see if this thing can bear the punishment for us."
Strange nodded. Even though he was a little disgusted by other people's body parts, having his nails pulled out was not a good experience and he didn't want to experience it again.
Schiller thought about every detail of his dream yesterday. He remembered that he was fixed to a metal chair, but the armrests of the chair were made of metal brackets and wood, and the shackles were not particularly tight. If he could grind off a small piece of the wood, he might have a chance to escape.
But this also requires the game to let him control his body. If he is just a spectator, then there is no hope.
But Schiller felt that if he was just a bystander who experienced the child's pain, there was no need to use the form of dreaming, and a random illusion would be enough. Since there was such an immersive feeling, there must be a certain degree of freedom.
The two of them lay down on the chairs in front of the fireplace and soon fell asleep one after another.
But to Schiller's surprise, this time his perspective was not the child, but a woman who had been walking in the dark passage. She kept mumbling "Henry... Henry..."
Her voice was a little tearful and sounded a little pitiful, but Schiller was paying close attention to the details of the environment in her sight.
Because it was too dark, the specific details of the building could not be seen clearly, but from the sound of footsteps on the ground and the sound of the woman's fingers groping the wall, it can be judged that the ground and walls here are not made of wood, but should be made of bricks.
Suddenly, there was a sound coming from the end of the darkness, as if some huge monster was gushing out.
The woman stopped in panic, then quickly started running back. After running for a while, the noise gradually disappeared, and she thought she was safe.
But when she looked up, she suddenly saw a faint light coming from the end of the corridor. There stood a small figure.
With a whoosh, the flames began to spread wildly from where the figure was standing, burning all the way to the woman. She screamed and stepped back, but found that her back had turned into a wall without her knowing.
A very classic horror movie scene, Schiller commented in his mind, but he didn't just watch it for fun.
When the flames just lit up, he discovered that the little boy standing at the end of the corridor was not a ghost, but more like a charred corpse.
The faint light where he stood was not coming from the window. Schiller saw huge gears moving, with faint light coming through the gaps between them. It looked like the internal structure of a clock tower.
The woman was engulfed in flames, but this time Schiller did not feel any pain. It seemed to be just a simple cutscene and no sensory sharing.
But think about it, being burned to death is one of the most tragic ways to die. And this kind of smokeless magic flame will not choke people to death, but they will be roasted to death alive, which is a very tragic death.
If players were made to experience this kind of pain, they might just quit the game.
And the dream was not over yet. He returned to the little boy's perspective, as if everything that had just happened was his memory.
The metal pliers were inserted into Schiller's mouth again. At this time, Schiller found that he had grabbed another tooth and pulled it out. Schiller did not feel any pain, and then the tooth was pulled out.
Schiller squinted his eyes and looked carefully, and found that the tooth clamped in the pliers was the same tooth he had obtained in the operating room.
This thing is really used as a scapegoat.
The same thing happened to Strange, except that he didn't see the cutscene involving the woman, but instead saw an earlier timeline, when the nail of his big toe was just pulled out.
Strange looked down at his bleeding foot, and the gang was about to pull out his second toe. But strangely, when the second toe nail was pulled out, Strange didn't feel any pain, and when he looked down, the second toe nail was still there.
The group noticed this abnormality and stepped back. Someone in the crowd shouted, "Witch! She is a witch!"
Strange rolled his eyes and said, come on, this is a world set in magic, and you are still hunting witches?
Then he became confused again. The world they were in was full of octopus people and bird-headed people, but these people didn't care and had to get together to embarrass a little girl who at least looked like a human. Is this reasonable?
Strange felt something was wrong, but his body was not under his control. He could not control the character, so he could only observe silently, trying to figure out what the hell was going on with these people.
On Schiller's side, the pliers that were going to pull out his teeth disappeared, leaving him alone in this hellish place. He still couldn't control his body and could only watch.
This was a rather boring dream for Schiller. He had expected some escape room plots, but that was obviously not possible at this stage. Or perhaps they had not triggered any conditions, which prevented the plot from moving forward.
Could it be that they haven’t successfully cured enough patients?
If the number of cured people was a condition for advancement, they probably wouldn't be able to get all of them together in this lifetime.
The speed of time in a dream is uncertain. Schiller counted the seconds silently in his mind. About half an hour later, the door of the cell was pushed open.
This time, it was not a tool like pliers that came in, but a doctor in a black robe and a bird-beak mask. In his hand was a pair of bloody pliers, which seemed to be the one that had just flown away.
Schiller concentrated on watching what would happen next. However, when the bird-beaked doctor approached, the little boy struggled in fear, kept crying and howling, and woke up from his dream.
Strange woke up earlier than him and was writing something on a parchment, which seemed to be some details he saw in his dream.
The two of them described the scenes they saw in their dreams. Strange frowned and said, "Obviously, this is not right."
Schiller was also surprised when he heard that Strange seemed to be involved in some witch-hunting background. The setting of this world is that magic and steampunk technology coexist. Magic is not something very high-end, and some races even know it from birth.
Although humans are not born with the ability to use magic, they can learn magic through training and are often exposed to magic in their daily lives. Magic is something they are accustomed to. Witches cannot be rare, so what kind of witch is this being hunted?
"Could it be that this is not the real world?" Strange raised a possibility. He said, "The only environment we are exposed to at the moment is this ward. We can't go into the corridor, and the consultation room and the ward are connected by a passage, so we can't see the specific situation. I thought this was a bit strange before."
"You mean we might exist in someone's conscious world? And because he only knows this ward, the conscious world can only present this ward? Everything outside cannot be explored because he has never been there?"
"It's not impossible." Strange reasoned, "Of course, it's also possible that the game system is too lazy to make a map, so the story is written in this direction."
When it comes to the world of consciousness, Schiller is naturally an expert in this area. He said: "If we think in this way, then what we see now is not what it seems on the surface."
"The only thing in the mind of the owner of the conscious world is this ward. Psychologically speaking, there are two possibilities. Either his spirit has suffered a major blow and his memory has completely collapsed, leaving only one fragment, which is this ward."
"Or it's like what you said, the owner of the conscious world has been staying here since he can remember. Since he has never been out, he doesn't know what the outside world is like. Naturally, the conscious world is just a ward."
"If it's the latter, then the person who came here is probably very young, no older than the age when they start to remember things. Otherwise, they would at least have some impression of the reception room and the corridor. As long as they have that impression, combined with some of their own imagination, it wouldn't be a complete blank."
"And if he came here at a very young age and has never been out, then he might be seriously ill and was sent to the hospital for treatment. He has been bedridden ever since. Naturally, his consciousness world only has such a small area, and he has only come into contact with such a few people."
"Wait, so what roles do we play?" Strange asked.
"Of course it was the quack who treated him...er, I mean the doctor." Schiller said, "I think the owner of the conscious world cannot be a modern person. In addition to the different styles of the wards, hospitals nowadays will not keep sick children in just one ward. Even if they don't go out to relax, they will definitely be busy in various examination wards. Even if the child is still young, he will have some impression."
"Only when medical conditions are underdeveloped will children with some strange diseases stay in a certain ward. It seems to be treatment, but in fact it is just waiting to die."
"I also saw a plague doctor wearing a bird-beak mask in my dream. This means that if there really is a real world, then the owner of the conscious world living in the real world may be a sick child living in the context of the outbreak of the Black Death in the Middle Ages."