Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 128 Ankang No. 4 Mental Hospital 11. Cooking Experience

It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon when everyone finished lunch. After lunch, they gathered together for a meeting to discuss how to cure these 22 patients. He Feng was so busy that he had no time to take a nap.

After the general rules were laid out, the players took a piece of calligraphy and began to distinguish it.

Su He: "Is this shit a homophone for this word?"

He Feng nodded: "Don't rule out this possibility."

Li Zhi blinked and continued to sign.

"The little mute asked." Li Yanrui translated diligently: "What do these represent?"

"Main quest 3, those discarded medicines." He Feng yawned, looking a little sleepy: "Rather than saying they were discarded, it's better to say they were hidden by the head nurse. They were hidden everywhere."

"So these are the locations?" Yu Guo turned the paper upside down, then right side up, but couldn't make out anything at all: "I really don't understand."

He Feng's eyelids were drooping. He leaned against Shen Zishu in a daze and tried to concentrate on analyzing: "This should be the main door, right? There is a vertical line in front. Maybe it is the main door on the first floor."

"Why don't you go get some sleep?" Mo Shiqi said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Don't force yourself to analyze if you're this sleepy."

Others also echoed it. Although Shen Zishu didn't say anything, his hand was already on the back of He Feng's neck and he was kneading it gently, which made it clear that he wanted He Feng to go to sleep.

"Okay." He Feng responded softly, and fell asleep in Shen Zishu's arms within five seconds.

This speed surprised Su He, who had never seen it before: "Wow, you fall asleep pretty fast."

Shen Zishu chuckled, picked up He Feng and carried him back to 923.

Only after sinking into the soft quilt did He Feng fall into a sound sleep.

Before going to bed, he stretched out his hand bravely, and only felt at ease when he touched Shen Zishu's hand and held it.

"The little bomb will definitely explode, and you'll be dead."

"He couldn't bear to do it." Shen Zishu used his free hand to brush away the hair on He Feng's cheek and asked in his heart: "Do you want to make a bet?"

"When have I ever won a bet with you two? Am I crazy to bet with you?"

Shen Zishu did not answer, he was waiting.

Sure enough, within five minutes, the voice could no longer hold back and said shyly, "It's not impossible. Just tell me what you're betting on first."

"Let's bet, when will the savior be soft-hearted?" Shen Zishu lifted the quilt and lay down in it: "Ten minutes."

"..."

"I'm not saying, how can you be so confident? There's always a chance of something happening, right?"

"I won't be his chance." Shen Zishu closed his eyes: "I never will be."

I did nothing and was choked by the achievement system that was just eating a mouthful of dog food.

He was a little skeptical, so he thought about the data again and again and gave a more reasonable time: "Then I bet on fifteen minutes."

Shen Zishu raised the corners of his lips.

Although the achievement system is more cautious this time, unfortunately he will still be the winner of this gamble.

It was around three o'clock in the afternoon when He Feng fell asleep, and it was already six o'clock when he woke up.

The sun is setting, and the warm yellow sunlight shines through the white gauze curtains, looking very cozy.

He Feng stretched lazily in Shen Zishu's arms. Their hands were always clasped together, which made He Feng very satisfied.

He raised his head and kissed Shen Zishu's chin. After waking him up, the two of them packed up and got up, and lifted the ban on those stupid viewers.

Now is the third day that everyone has entered the dungeon. Calculating the time, He Feng felt that it was time, so he began to notify the players to tie themselves together when they sleep at night to prevent someone from suddenly jumping off the building.

Other players responded and began to report their own contact with the patient.

There are good and bad things, but the result is pretty good anyway.

He Feng listened and gave advice one by one, looking like a real doctor.

[Waqu, Hege is so professional, was he a doctor before entering the game?]

[If I were to think about these points, I would go crazy. Really, He Ge is so awesome.]

"I'm not a doctor. I was a patient who couldn't sleep before I entered the game." He Feng replied, "I lived in the psychiatric department for five years. I saw a lot of patients, so I know a little bit about this. Apart from the insomnia, everything else was normal. I often went to help."

[! Suddenly I remembered how angry He Ge was when he woke up! I picked up the fire stick Kuku and beat up the little BOSS!]

[Also Old Jason from Rose Manor and that stupid teacher from Jing’an School, both got beaten up by Brother He hahahahahahahahahahahaha! ]

[Come to think of it, it seems that He Ge never lost his temper when he was called by his brother-in-law.]

"That's right, don't you see what this is?" He Feng snorted, pointing his thumb behind him: "This is a big treasure."

"Fuck!" Li Yanrui screamed, "Brother!!!"

He Feng was a little puzzled. When he turned around, he saw a large number of monsters appearing inexplicably at the end of the corridor.

These monsters were wearing hospital gowns and had lumps all over their bodies. They looked disgusting, as if they had some infectious disease.

He Feng: ...

He was a little uncertain: "Just now, when I said this was my big baby, these things came out?"

Barrage:……

[It did come out when you pointed it out, Brother He. To be honest, I thought it was your big baby.]

[The one in front, me too.]

He Feng was so disgusted that he grinned with a look of disgust, and "anger" quickly wrapped around his whole body, observing how to cut.

The skill that Shen Zishu refreshed today is "Fold", which can create a channel of folded space. It cannot isolate the blood of killed monsters, and is not as useful as "Empty Life Shield".

While he was hesitating, the other players had already moved.

The ratings of players who can rank to extremely high difficulty are naturally not low. Now that monsters suddenly appear, they will not stand idly by.

Mo Shiqi threw out a disc-like object, and the monsters were blocked in a space. She pulled out the hairpin on her head, and the wooden hairpin quickly turned into the shape of a gun.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at Su He, and the gun body climbed up the unknown flowers. Mo Shiqi pulled the trigger.

The bullet that should have been fatal turned into a transparent film the moment it touched Sukhe, wrapping him completely.

Amid He Feng's exclamations, Su He flashed and went directly into the separated space. The three-edged military bayonet kept stabbing into the monsters' necks. Amid Su He's disdainful clicks, the monsters fell down in an instant.

Zhou Moqing's innate skill also seemed to be related to space. He just moved his fingers, and the bodies of some monsters began to twist until they died.

Because there is no certainty that the blood of these monsters is harmless, melee players are unable to get close.

He Feng was not afraid of "Fury" at all. He asked Shen Zishu to open a passage for him, then he shook his shoulders and joined the battlefield.

Dawn was split into two. He Feng held the knife in both hands and kept moving in the air on the black fog. Every time he swung the knife, he would definitely chop the monsters into pieces.

Two people who were protected by something were jumping around wildly inside, while three low-level people including Li Zhi and Yu Guo were outside shouting "Come on!".

Other players can use skills or props, so they are not idle either.

He chopped like this for twenty minutes, and then the door that suddenly appeared at the end closed, and the passage for the monsters to get out disappeared. He Feng chopped the last monster to death with his sword, and returned to Shen Zishu through the black hole that "folded" next to him.

The film on Su He's body, who had retreated through his skill, also disappeared. He stood beside Mo Shiqi and whispered something to her.

The Nine-Day Dark Night Glazed Mysterious Fire was called out to work. All the corpse parts and blood were devoured completely. The space disappeared and turned into a disc again and fell back to the ground.

Maybe it was He Feng’s illusion, he always felt that Xiaojiu’s fever was getting worse.

"Why do I feel like Xiaojiu seems to have grown a little bit bigger?" He Feng scratched his head and asked Shen Zishu uncertainly, "Did it eat too many corpses?"

Shen Zishu's eyes darkened: "We cannot rule out the possibility that it is poisonous."

He Feng: “Oh wow.”

I don't know who did this, but it's quite shady.

But He Feng was more confused.

Everything was fine, why did they suddenly do this? It seems a bit deliberate.

Moreover, the door where the monster appeared seemed to open suddenly. If he had to say, He Feng felt that it was Unit 7 who did it. In a hospital made up of data, opening a data door could only be done by Unit 7, which controls the data.

The most important thing is that those monsters are probably only dangerous because they are poisonous, and their attack power is almost non-existent, so they are pretty weak.

He Feng felt like Unit 7 was deliberately touching the tiger's butt.

After a brief thought, He Feng decided to go to the second floor with Shen Zishu at night to see if Unit 7 was there. If not, then it could only be on the top floor.

No matter what Unit 7 means, he is going to be killed anyway.

Because of the existence of the Nine-Day Dark Night Glazed Mysterious Fire, players did not have to clean up the battlefield. The disc had already been wrapped in toilet paper by Suhe and thrown away.

Regardless of whether it can still be used, they are disgusted anyway.

The players who successfully escaped from the "danger" started to eat for free again, and those who could cook also went to help Shen Zishu.

Seeing Su He's skilled appearance, He Feng raised his eyebrows. He moved closer to Mo Shiqi and asked, "May I ask what your name is, sister?"

Mo Shiqi chuckled, and her already beautiful face became even brighter because of this smile: "Mo Shiqi, I know you very well."

He Feng was a little confused: "Why does Sister Seventeen know me?"

Mo Shiqi smiled but said nothing.

All the top-ranked guilds are aware of He Feng's name.

He Feng's reputation as a person who could safely lead more than 30 players out of an extremely difficult dungeon spread after the news came out.

Mo Shiqi's smile became even brighter when he thought that even Qi Ruxing, the smiling tiger, couldn't win over this young man who looked cute but was actually a violent sweetheart.

"Come to think of it, I also want to get my brother to join the guild, but he probably won't agree, right?" Mo Shiqi fiddled with the jade bracelet on his wrist: "Then I'll settle for the next best thing and apply to join the family extermination organization, how about that? Don't worry, I've destroyed a lot of copies in this dungeon."

He Feng slapped his thigh and said, "How can this be considered an application for membership? Isn't he already a member of the family-annihilation organization? Sister, you are being too formal!"

Mo Shiqi and He Feng started chatting. The more they talked, the more excited they became. They hit it off immediately. They talked about everything from dungeons to skin care products, from the dungeon scenery to how to kill the BOSS more beautifully, and finally they started talking about the function of the snap camera.

The two people who were cooking looked at each other and saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

Until the meal was ready, He Feng was taking things out of his backpack for Mo Shiqi.

Su He was a little curious. He ran over, hugged Mo Shiqi and asked, "What are you two doing?"

He Feng gave an unfathomable smile, and Mo Shiqi also smiled without saying anything, leaving Su He completely confused.

It was nothing, He Feng just shared some of the good things that Duan Qiuran gave him with Mo Shiqi.

What "Wushan Clouds and Rain" and what "cannot afford"? Just give it to Mo Shiqi directly.

The effects of these two kinds of incense are the same, and they can all be lit at any time to add to the fun.

He Feng doesn't need this thing yet, but Sister Qiu Ran can make it, so what's wrong with him sharing some with his own sister.

"It's just for fun." Mo Shiqi smiled and put the incense into his backpack: "You'll like it."

Su He choked: "Wife, when you say that, it seems like I can't do it."

He Feng fell into Shen Zishu's arms and laughed.

In fact, Shen Zishu was also a little curious about what the two people said. He looked at the live broadcast screen and didn't know how to start the barrage.

How to put it, the brain circuits of these two are so fast that they can't keep up at all. They were sharing photos with each other in the last second, and started taking out things to give to each other in the next second. Who can keep up with this?

Until the end, Shen Zishu and Su He still couldn't understand what the two people were talking about, but the only thing that was certain was that the two people really got along well, so much so that they were still chatting while eating.

We chatted about some daily matters, such as discussing cooking experiences.

The main point is that out of ten fried eggs, only one can be eaten, and one serving of noodles cooked is enough for two people to eat for six meals.

These two examples stunned the audience in the live broadcast room.

No, you two call this meal experience?

The key point is why the two background figures behind them still look so proud?

He Feng picked up the large bowl and drank the last mouthful of porridge. He put the bowl on the table, said hello to everyone, and went straight to the second floor with Shen Zishu.

Since he doesn’t wash the dishes when he cooks, he can also not wash the dishes if his boyfriend cooks.

Naturally, the players will have no objections.

Come on, the food is so delicious, what's wrong with them washing the dishes?

As the sky gradually darkened, the main building of Ankang Fourth Mental Hospital was quiet except for the ninth floor.

The elevator makes very little noise, almost nonexistent, but it is very noticeable in such a quiet environment.

The display screen slowly jumped to the number 2, and the elevator door trembled a few times before opening, revealing a bright and dark corridor.

He Feng stretched out his hand, Shen Zishu took it consciously, and the two of them stepped out of the elevator together.

The ceiling light was crackling and flickering as if it had bad contact, making my eyes hurt. Finally, with a "bang", the light went out completely.

A blue-purple flame ignited at He Feng's fingertips, illuminating the road ahead and also illuminating the woman standing in front of him.

She just stood there with her face in front of He Feng, staring at him motionlessly.

He Feng didn't react, Shen Zishu didn't react either, and the live broadcast room exploded.

[Oh my god! This is terrible, my family, I am so scared that I am crying!]

[Ahhh! High-energy warning! High-energy warning!!! Mom!!! Barrage of bullets to protect you! Help! Help!!!]