I Became a God in a Horror Game: 410, preseason (200+201)

A community psychiatrist consults a private clinic.

Liao Ke sent away the last patient who came for psychological consultation with a smile, and closed the door. He took off his white coat and hung it behind the door. The smile on his face slowly disappeared, and he turned his head. At the back of the clinic, and then opened a blue sanitary cloth curtain.

Behind the curtain is an empty and narrow partition.

In the narrow partition, there is an old push bed with a width of less than 80 cm. The four wheels are covered with rust. The side of the bed is full of sundries. The human body is covered up loomingly.

This person was too quiet, and his breathing was too weak to be heard, so he was lying behind the curtain and was not found.

Liao Ke closed the curtain, he looked at Lu Yizhan who was lying on the push bed unconsciously, and heaved a long, long sigh.

Lu Yizhan's face was half buried in the pillow, and the exposed half of his face was so weak that no blood could be seen, his mouth was dry and black, his eyes were sunken due to haggardness, and his body was in constant pain. Shaking all over the place, Liao Ke turned over the quilt covering his shoulders and found that there were still bloodstains seeping through.

Liao Ke silently untied Lu Yizhan's clothes, and found that the bandages on Lu Yizhan's shoulders that were changed at noon had been soaked with blood. He was covered in sweat, short of breath, and had a severe fever at first glance.

The canopy bed was too narrow, and Lu Yizhan's left hand was hanging outside. Liao Ke put Lu Yizhan's left hand back on the bed, and then changed a bottle of anti-inflammatory medicine that was being given to Lu Yizhan, and put it on Lu Yizhan's forehead. After applying an ice pack, he moved a bench and sat opposite Lu Yi Station, with his hands on his knees, Liao Ke couldn't help sighing again.

You can't go to the hospital, you can't go home, you can't let anyone know that you are injured, you can hide your injuries in his small clinic, Lu Yizhan, you are the worst I have ever seen Poor team leader.

Liao Ke moved Lu Yizhan's shoulder to change the bandage for him, and said to himself: "When Fang Dian was the captain of a team and directly confronted Bai Liu, she was not so miserable."

"It's your own problem, Lu Yizhan..."

Liao Ke looked at Lu Yizhan who was still frowning in a coma, and sighed: "Why do you have to succeed to save everyone."

"You are a group of people, and it would be great if you can save most of them, but even heretics, monsters, and even gods—even that white willow, you have to give it a try, okay? ‌‌He rescued him."

Liao Ke threw the blood-stained bandages into the medical trash bin, turned around and found a gauze towel to wipe the sweat off Lu Yizhan's face, then turned off the lights in the clinic, in the dark night Guarding Lu Yi Station who has not yet woken up, looking absently at an unknown point in the sky, whispering:

"People can't do so many things, Lu Yizhan."

"I can't stop Bai Liu from winning the league championship this time. Even if you don't die now, you will die a miserable death in the future."

"Lu Yizhan, do you really know what you are doing?"

Lu Yizhan lay on the frame bed and fell asleep motionless, without answering him.

The deer hunter public meeting room.

After the game, it is customary to replay the video of the game to analyze the results of the game, but now the analysis is over.

But now the meeting in the meeting room has finished, and Cen who is sitting at the end of the meeting room is unknown.

The lights in the meeting room were not turned on, and it was pitch black. There was only a dim light on the front screen, and Cen Buming looked at the playback on the screen over and over again with dim eyes. In the fragment of him killed by Ni Shen, with his hand propped on the back of the chair, he unconsciously turned the ring on his right hand with his left hand.

Brother, why did you betray the Heresy Administration?

The eight [trials] led by Captain Fang Dian have already failed seven times. In the reincarnation of more than six hundred hours, these seven trials were defeated. Bai Liu seduced, deceived, tortured, again and again, over and over again, the evil **** used the game method to enjoy their pain to their heart's content, until they couldn't bear the pain.

Qi‌【Judgment‌】finally lost the game, they surrendered, and sold their souls to Bai Liu with tears, and turned into Bai Liu for decoration with tears in pain The seven stone sculptures of his own temple.

Brother, you are the last [judgment].

Don't you want to go down the same old path as the previous seventy-year-old judges, kneeling at the feet of the evil **** derivatives of a certain world line, selling your soul to the other party, and then Become one of Bailiu's boring decorations?

I don't believe you've come this far, senior brother, you are the only [Judgment] who has survived more than six or six hundred games.

So, brother——

Cen Unming clicked on the system board, and the picture on the screen changed into a snowflake screen, with the words [Wandering Circus vs. Russell Cemetery] recorded in the lower right corner. He looked at the This snowflake screen, when the snowflake screen was showing to the end, and the screen jumped to the system prompting [Russell Cemetery won the game], Cen Buming squinted his eyes——

——Are you getting so close to that Bai Liu to design him to lose the game?

The Shrine of R'lyeh.

Amidst the boundless sound of black sea waves, the seer covered with groupers sat on the stone bench with his eyes closed and lowered his head. He teased the evil **** who landed on the stone table and pecked at the seabirds.

The cards on the table were swayed by the blow, but they seemed to be held in place by a magical force and did not fly around.

There is nothing left of the cards on the prophet's side, but there are still thick cards on the evil god's side, like a stack that can never see the end, the top one A card depicts a magnificent retro opera house located on the sea, and the house is somewhat similar to the Temple of Raliyah.

"If Bai Liu wins the league once, our game will be over, Prophet." The evil **** sighed regretfully, "It's a pity that you don't have any cards in your hand to stop him from continuing to win."

The evil **** looked up at the sleeping prophet with a smile that was not a smile: "Except for yourself."

"But I don't know how much your incomplete prophet card will be able to stop Bai Liu's destined victory."

The prophet still lowered his head, and the evil **** gently raised the beak of the seabird, and the seabird flapped its wings following his gesture and flew into the air for a short while, with both feet landed on the petrified right shoulder of the prophet upper grip.

After the petrified right shoulder was grasped by the seabird, it seemed to be hit by a bullet shot from somewhere, and the spider cracks spread out from the center, and the stone carving scattered on the shoulder and the back The part of God's soul that burned and disappeared after being hit by the soul-shattering gun matches exactly.

The sea bird raised its head and hissed, flapped its wings from the shattered shoulder and flew away, disappearing into the dark clouds.

The evil **** stretched out his long and slender index finger, pressed it against the forehead of the stone sculpture that maintained the human shape on the remaining shoulder of the opponent, lowered his eyes and whispered:

"The game between us is not over yet, wake up from your dreams, Prophet."

A drop of water drips from the hair around the prophet's neck.

The sea breeze blew strongly from the back of his head, blowing the drop of water that was about to fall on the table far away, and the seabirds screamed from the clouds, their spread wings seemed to be able to Break the only remaining sunlight that can shine on the temple of R'lyeh.

The prophet's eyelids moved slightly.

As if following the drop of water, he was blown into a cloud far away, into a sea far away, sailing endlessly in the wind and waves, passing through more than six hundred dark times. Line, finally came to the destination - where it all started.

——The first world line.

"Lu Yizhan!" Someone was waving at him from a distance, and the other was covering his mouth in the shape of a trumpet to amplify his voice, "Here is the training registration point for a team of the Bureau of Heretics! You are going the wrong way!"

He stopped the shuttle pace, turned his head back, the momentary scene paused around him, and then began to flow backwards crazily.

The flow of time and reverse pulls everything into colorful abstract lines. Lu Yi runs in the tunnel formed by these lines, until everything falls into place beside him in an instant, becoming Back to the original place.

He stopped.

Lu Yizhan turned his head, he turned into a man of about seventeen or eighteen years old, scratching his head blankly: "Am I going the wrong way?"

The man said helplessly: "Of course it's the other way around. Over there is the registration office for the second team, and the first team is here."

Lu Yizhan looked back curiously at the registration office where the second team was queuing up. He saw a man with a cold face but a green face, with his back straight and his head raised. Facing the person at the registration desk, he reported in a mature manner that did not match his appearance: "Cen is unknown, he is seventeen years old."

"My ambition is the second team. After joining the second team, I will help you kill all the heretics who cause harm to the party."

Lu Yizhan retracted his gaze, and the person next to him whispered in his ear: "The second team is a field team, high-risk, and people from the second team are very serious about murder, and are generally severely punished by heresy. Persecution, family ruined, left alone, adopted by the Bureau of Heretics and placed in a training camp to grow up."

"This is what Cen Buming probably did."

"I still prefer the first team, Lu Yizhan, your ambition is also the first team, right?" The man looked at Lu Yizhan, nodded in agreement, "Your ambition is good, the first team is not so good Dangerous."

Lu Yizhan thought for a while and asked: "The first team and the second team are field teams, aren't they very dangerous?"

"Isn't that right?" This person seemed to be talking about something excited, waving his hands and feet, "The captain of the first team is super strong! She took us to do missions at all. It’s as dangerous as being in the second team! She has a super strong seven-member team, which is the most advanced combat power in the entire Bureau of Heresy—"

"——It's called the [True Crusade Judgment Army]."

The man held his heart in his hands, his face full of dreams: "If only I could join the Crusaders one day."

Lu Yizhan smiled, and patted the man on the shoulder: "It's enough if we work hard!"

The man immediately became depressed: "How is it possible, ordinary players like us can squeeze into a team, and follow the Crusaders to complete the task."

"Do you want to join the first team so much?" Lu Yizhan scratched his head, he smiled indifferently, "I don't have any obsessions, I can do it anywhere."

The man glanced at the sign-up offices of other teams, and said in a low voice: "Lu Yizhan, if you can get into the first team, you should get into the first team. I heard from them that the popularity of other teams is not too good, no Like a team captain protecting the rookies, they bully the rookies.”

"Come on for the written test!"

Lu Yi nodded, but turned around and forgot, he didn't take this matter to heart.

After eating at noon, he was blocked by a group of people in the small alleyway behind the cafeteria. The group of people had obvious melancholy in their eyes, and Lu Yizhan, who didn't want to make trouble, simply said After scanning the faces of these people, I immediately remembered the identities of these people.

They are the ones who got rejected in a team written test this morning.

A team does not want trainers with bad records on their files. These trainers obviously have more or less punishments for fighting in their files. Those who are separated are in trouble.

"Yes." A group of people hung their pockets in their pockets, and looked at Lu Yizhan from top to bottom with a contemptuous look, "I can't see it, Lu Yizhan, you are still a top student. .”

Lu Yizhan immediately raised his hands to express his surrender. He didn't like to cause trouble, so he smiled and said, "It's luck."

"If you don't like me being in the first team, I can change my mind in the afternoon, and I can also be in the second team."

The group of people were stunned, their originally menacing eyes paused, it seemed that they didn't expect Lu Yizhan to give up so quickly, but they were unwilling to leave just like that, and picked another thorn: "How do I know?" Did you change it?"

"No, the captain of the first team will try it in person this afternoon. She doesn't like her team members smoking. If she smells smoke on you, she probably won't let you go."

This group of people smoked a crumpled cigarette from their pockets and handed it to Lu Yizhan, and said with a wicked smile: "If you smoke, we will let you go."

Lu Yizhan never smoked, his eyes moved down, he weighed between smoking this cigarette and spending fifteen minutes with this group of people, he took the cigarette readily, and passed it on naturally The person who gave him the cigarette leaned forward, beckoning him to light the fire.

The other party also subconsciously set fire to Lu Yizhan's site. After ordering, they realized that something was wrong. Annoyed, they just wanted to scold someone, when they found that Lu Yizhan's kid suddenly coughed. Come on with a smile.

While smoking, Lu Yizhan was so choked that tears flowed down his face. He never smoked, and he never thought the smell of smoke would be so choking.

I knew I would not choose to smoke.

Amidst the laughter, Lu Yizhan couldn't smoke anymore after taking the third sip, but the people next to him couldn't let him go so easily, and were still forcing him to smoke.

"Hey, what are you doing over there?" A slightly lazy female voice came from the entrance of the alley.

The movement of the group of people paused, Lu Yizhan still had a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, he squinted at the woman standing at the entrance of the alley against the light.

This woman is carrying an epee that is taller and stronger than her body, her shoulders and hips are loosely leaning on the side facing her, and she has a high ponytail. Standing in the alley, Lu Yizhan could smell the blood coming from her.

Someone tremblingly shouted: "Fang team! ‌!"

The sound seemed to kick off the trembling of a group of people. The group of people began to tremble one after another. The woman lazily responded, "You guys are too!" .

When the strong light faded from her face and her face could be seen clearly, the square team was already very close to Lu Yizhan. The uniform jacket, the facial features are very attractive, but it is more attractive than the physical appearance, or in other words, the intuitive feeling is that she seems to be able to draw a sword to cut people at any time, mixed with It has a unique temperament of laziness and beauty.

Her gaze swept away from the corners of Lu Yizhan's choked and red eyes, and the two-puff cigarette next to her mouth. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at these trembling trainees: "I'm considering sending your files to the three teams."

——The three teams are the teams with the worst conditions among several teams.

During most of the training sessions, most people dared not do it, and some dared to raise their hands and asked: "Fang team, we are only teaching him to smoke, and he didn't violate the team rules. Why? Send our files to three teams!"

Fang smiled a little, leaned sideways on the wall and bumped Lu Yizhan with his elbow: "They told you to smoke, is that true?"

Lu Yizhan met these people's vicious and threatening eyes, adhering to the principle of doing nothing more than nothing less, he paused, and admitted: "Yes."

"But I think you don't seem to have learned how to smoke." Fang nodded his head, and his eyes fell on the cigarette next to Lu Yizhan's mouth. She smiled and said, "It seems that they didn't teach enough. I'll teach it myself."

Fang Dian lightly sucked the cigarette from Lu Yizhan's lips with two fingers, put it on his lips while everyone was stunned, took a puff, and then slowly exhaled.

Lu Yizhan's pupils shrunk into a little bit, and his eyes fell firmly on the cigarette holder that was squeezed by Fang Dian.

"If you want to teach smoking, you have to demonstrate it yourself first." Fang Dian held up a cigarette, raised his eyes and said indifferently, "Whoever wants to learn in the future, come to me in person, and don't bother you to teach."

"This is also the duty of my captain."

"If you let me see someone forcibly teaching people how to smoke in private..." Fang blinked, "I don't mind helping him quit smoking myself."

The group of people paused for a moment, and then agreed, the street mice ran away.

Fang Dian didn't care about Lu Yizhan behind him who didn't say a word after teaching him a lesson. With one move, he dragged his epee and waved casually at Lu Yizhan behind him, and walked into the alley.

Lu Yizhan suddenly shouted loudly: "Fang team!"

Fang nodded, then turned around: "What else is there?"

Lu Yizhan's face was flushed, holding the extinguished cigarette in his hand, he took a deep breath and straightened his back, trying to speak clearly: "My name is Lu Yizhan, eighteen years old."

"—Since I was a trainer, Zhiyu has been the first team. I was the first in the written test this morning. I have always admired the Fang team."

Fang smiled a bit: "That's very good, very good."

"The first team welcomes you to join."