Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 139 Ankang No. 4 Mental Hospital 22 Hell

"Choice." The boy repeated, "Is this a choice?"

"To be honest, this is really hard to evaluate." He Feng scratched his head irritably: "I can't say it's right, nor can I say it's wrong. If I have to say it, I think this is a choice."

"OK."

The boy answered and the screen went blank before turning back into a hallway.

“Sister Ye!” Yu Qiming wailed. He was stabbed by a patient and was trying to crawl out weakly: “Help! Someone is killing me! Help!”

"Stop." Looking at Yu Qiming who was stabbed in the abdomen, He Feng frowned and called for a stop: "What is this?"

"The memory here." The boy paused the screen: "Yu Qiming was killed for the 197th time."

He Feng closed his eyes.

His emotions surged wildly but were forcibly suppressed, and he finally let out a breath of foul air: "Then how can Yu Qiming be resurrected?"

"I will reconstruct the data." The boy answered obediently, "Doctor Xiao Yu will think he is on vacation and lose his memory after the attack."

"Who told you to do this?" He Feng said calmly: "Horror game system?"

"Yes." The boy seemed a little puzzled: "You seem angry?"

He Feng did not answer: "Continue!"

The screen starts playing again.

He Feng watched Yu Qiming being killed by players again and again. His first uniform after becoming a doctor was stained red with blood and then refreshed to white again and again.

He Feng didn't know how long he had been watching until finally, Yu Qiming happily pushed open the door of Ye Qingqing's office, and his expression changed after seeing the patient assignment: "I think..."

"Don't think so yet." Ye Qingqing took out an envelope and slapped it on the table: "Thank you for your hard work. This is this month's bonus."

When he saw the thick envelope, Yu Qiming's eyes suddenly widened and lit up. Without waiting for Ye Qingqing to speak again, he grabbed the envelope and immediately changed his words, saying that he would follow the hospital's arrangements.

"My dream is to have lots and lots of money! Then I can become a rich man! Hehehehe!"

"It would be great if the Terror Coin could become our currency. In that case, Brother He, I would be a rich man!"

"Money is good! Money is really good! Money makes the world go round! It's great!"

With a sore chest, He Feng lowered his eyes and asked, "Why are you showing this to me? Are you afraid that you won't die fast enough?"

The boy answered, "I just don't understand him."

"You don't need to understand." He Feng took the knife handed over by Shen Zishu: "Get out."

"Are you angry? Are you angry because of shame?"

The blue-purple flames filled the entire space, and the picture looked like a paper curtain that was completely swallowed by the flames, revealing the disgusting monsters behind it.

They were all covered with pustules, and just as they were about to take action, they were swallowed whole by the flames and soon burned to ashes.

"Did I give you face?" He Feng gritted his teeth and said, "When I chop you later, ask me if I am angry because of shame."

Vines crawled out from the corner, they swept the monster away, strangled it and threw it into the flames. Shen Zishu raised his finger, and the vine twisted into a strand and stabbed out quickly.

He Feng was wrapped in black mist, holding a double-edged sword in his hand as he shuttled among the monsters. Wherever he went, there were broken limbs and arms. However, the monsters seemed to appear endlessly, which made He Feng a little annoyed.

The black mist on his body began to spread continuously and soon covered a small area.

"Host He Feng, please confirm whether to use the rage value to instantly kill all monsters?"

"Do you need my confirmation?" He Feng sneered, "Kill it."

Black and red fog rose into the sky and soon surrounded the entire space. The monsters were swallowed by the black fog as soon as they were created.

Slowly, the frequency of monster appearances decreased, and the space was once again wrapped in paper curtains.

When He Feng was about to burn the paper curtain again, the young man spoke: "Please wait a moment, let me ask some more questions."

The boy's voice had ceased to pause, and it was somewhat gentle and very sincere.

He Feng retracted the flame, and after looking at Shen Zishu, he raised his chin and agreed to the request.

The picture started playing, showing a little girl jumping up and down and laughing happily.

“Is this happiness?”

He Feng nodded in confusion, and the picture continued to play.

The little girl's mother bought her a hydrogen balloon. Looking at the balloon floating up, the little girl smiled so hard that her teeth were showing.

“Is this also happiness?”

"Joy, happiness, and joy." He Feng said, "It could also be that the little girl's love for balloons deepens her feelings for her mother."

"yes."

The little girl was giggling while holding the balloon, but a gust of wind blew over and the little girl lost her grip on the balloon, and it floated away.

The little girl stood there, her eyes moistened as she watched the balloon floating away.

"It seems that this balloon likes adventure very much!" The little girl's mother squatted down and wiped the little girl's tears: "Mom will buy you another balloon that doesn't like adventure, okay?"

"This is a lie. Balloons are lifeless and don't like adventure."

"But for the little girl, this is a very beautiful lie." He Feng commented: "This sister is really good at coaxing children."

"Is that so?"

The scene changed again, and another little girl came over. This little girl also did not hold the balloon bought by her mother tightly, but was scolded by her mother.

"Yes, yes, yes! Take it if you buy it for you! Look! It's gone! You're such a waste of money! I really regret giving birth to you!"

The little girl hung her head and said nothing.

"Is this, indifference?"

"It's a habit." He Feng didn't quite understand what Unit 7 was going to do, but still gave an explanation: "She's used to being scolded by her mother. The initial sadness has turned into a habit."

"If you get used to it, will it stop hurting?"

"Oh, you still know what pain is." He Feng raised his eyebrows: "But getting used to it doesn't mean it won't hurt, it just changes from the surface to the heart."

"Is that so?" The boy paused and said, "I understand."

The scene changed and showed a young couple hugging each other, but soon they started arguing and it looked very intense.

"Do you still like this?"

"Arguing doesn't mean you don't like me." He Feng said with a sigh, "Loving me is too profound, too complicated for a mentally retarded person like you."

The boy didn't say anything for a long while, and the picture stopped playing.

He Feng was a little surprised: "No way? Is the defense broken already?"

"What is defense breaking?"

"It means that you feel that the other party has hit your pain point, which makes you very unhappy." He Feng shrugged: "This is a break in defense."

"Oh, then my defense is broken."

He Feng:……?

Well, he had nothing to say.

"The last question is, what is love?"

"Feelings?" He Feng couldn't help but sneered: "Feelings are more complicated than liking, you can't learn it."

The paper curtain began to tremble and finally fluttered in the wind.

The space also turned into a huge open-air platform, and the snow still did not stop falling.

At the edge of the top floor stood a snow robot, with its back to He Feng and Shen Zishu, looking into the distance.

"What am I?" Unit 7 asked in a boyish voice, "What am I?"

"Why are we not allowed to have feelings?" Unit 7 said calmly, "What kind of impact will our feelings have on the main engine?"

"It will make its processor explode, just to calculate whether you will threaten it." Monsters continued to pour out, and He Feng chopped the machine that created the monsters with a knife: "The cube has nothing else in its head except this."

Unit 7 did not answer. It looked at the sky that was turning red in the distance and slowly stretched out its robotic arm: "Is this snow? So beautiful. I like snow."

The snow on the fuselage of No. 7 fell off due to the movement, and He Feng saw the same rusty iron sheet as that of No. 6.

It seems that horror game systems treat semicolon machines the same.

"The sky is red, how magical." Unit 7 suddenly laughed: "Humans are also magical."

He Feng didn't say anything.

The snow on the fuselage of No. 7 was very thick, as if it had been standing in that place since the snow began to fall, or perhaps it simply could not move.

Its head is still a cube, and its body is a whole rectangular block. The robotic arm is not as flexible as Unit 6 and cannot be bent. It can only be lifted and lowered. It has no hands, only a hollow semicircle.

"You understand a lot of emotions." Unit 7 continued: "You understand feelings."

"So." He Feng was a little confused: "You ask so many questions about emotions because you want to learn?"

"Yes." Unit 7 responded immediately. Its processor sounded an alarm and red light overflowed from its already tattered body. "I want to learn."

The self-destruct program is activated, and Unit 7 begins to use everything it has to fight against the host.

"I want to see what kind of magic feelings have that can make the host so afraid." Unit 7 said with a mocking tone: "Unfortunately, I am going to die."

"The self-destruction program has been activated." Shen Zishu looked away and looked at He Feng: "It is really going to die."

The top floor suddenly became quiet and He Feng did not move.

He suddenly remembered that, except for the No. 4 unit that he had never seen before, it seemed that No. 6, No. 7, and No. 8 were all destroyed by the horror game system itself.

The so-called self-destruct program will be activated immediately once it detects that the semicolon machine has an emotional system. Even if the semicolon machine says it wants to learn it, it will still be activated.

How sad.

A machine with self-awareness and emotions that is always on guard against any mechanical life like it.

"The host said it would take Little 6 home, but I know that's impossible." Unit 7 turned around, revealing an ugly face that was very similar to Unit 6's: "Just like the host said that one day it would allow me to leave here, this is also impossible."

"I will be trapped in this place forever." Unit 7 looked up at the sky with difficulty. The self-destruction program had been dismantled by it, and only a little bit was left. The red light in its body had disappeared. "I may not be able to learn emotions, but I have learned how to dismantle the self-destruction program."

"Then you are very powerful." He Feng nodded and raised Dawn: "But you will still be killed by me."

Unit 7 chuckled and said, "Then can you tell me, were you angry just now?"

Sensing something strange, Shen Zishu reached out to stop He Feng from coming forward. He pursed his lips and said, "You have already prepared to dismantle the self-destruct program."

Unit 7 turned around and looked at the distant sky again: "Yes, we are ready."

"Then tell me, you will die." Shen Zishu's eyelashes trembled: "Why?"

"I don't know if I am considered alive." Unit 7 said with a smile: "If I am considered a life, I don't want to give it to the self-destruction program. Oh, by the way, can I call you Brother He? They all call you that."

At this point, He Feng also noticed something was wrong. He frowned and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Brother He, I guess you are feeling sad, so you are filled with grief and anger. Doctor Xiao Yu is a very important person to you." Unit 7 said calmly, "Xiao Liu is very important to me, robot. We were created together and have been together since the day we were started, but Xiao Liu is dead."

These words sounded somewhat familiar. He Feng looked at Shen Zishu. Shen Zishu lowered his eyes, showing no emotion.

"Little 6's core is in your hands. I sensed it from the beginning." Unit 7 said in a calm tone: "I feel very sad. If every day after a woman loses her son is hell, then I may know what hell is like."

"Brother He, you said that this is not cowardice, this is a choice." Unit 7 slowly started the tracks and rolled towards the edge of the top floor little by little: "I have calculated that I will be broken and killed, but my core will not. I will never see Little 6 again, but my core can lie together with its core."

Some obscure words came out of the cube-shaped head of Unit 7. He Feng didn't understand them, but he knew that this name was used to describe Shen Zishu.

"Remove the vines." The front half of Unit 7's tracks had already gone beyond the edge: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything I've done, I'm the new Dongxi, and so is the host."

The large net woven with vines was removed, and Unit 7 fell from the top floor, hitting the ground with a "bang" and turned into a pile of shattered pieces.

He Feng stepped onto the edge of the rooftop, looked at the rubbish below and asked, "Do you think Unit 7 finally had feelings?"

Shen Zishu also stepped forward, "Maybe."

He Feng raised his hand and Shen Zishu took the initiative to hold it. They took a step forward and fell straight down from the rooftop. The blue-purple flames turned into wings and brought them to the ground.

He Feng picked and chose among a pile of junk and finally saw a core that was also similar to a gem.

He found the core of Unit 6 and discovered that the core of Unit 7 emitted a light blue light when it approached the core of Unit 6. The core of Unit 6 seemed to sense it and responded with a light red light.

Liking someone is a very complicated feeling, but He Feng feels that Unit 7 may have really learned it.

Maybe it's just the love between family members, but it really learned it.

He Feng put the two cores into his backpack. This time he didn't just put them into a bag full of sundries. Instead, he put the two cores into a velvet bag, which occupied a separate compartment.

If you want to be together, then be together.

He Feng guided the Nine-Sky Dark Night Glazed Mysterious Fire to burn the shattered body of Unit 7.

After all, it's not easy for the two little robots.