Kaidan Game Train: Abide Rule or Die!
Chapter 624: You Can’t Just Leave the Courtyard Whenever You Want

Chapter 624: Chapter 624: You Can’t Just Leave the Courtyard Whenever You Want

"I’m not sick," the Scarred Player insisted on remaining calm, but his eyeballs were trembling uncontrollably, hovering over the wounds on his body. Each time he saw a bleeding wound, the fear in his eyes deepened.

In this instance, the things that players fantasized often became visible to the naked eye, so Xu Huo could also see the detailed hallucinations caused by the "Murmur Sphere" affecting him and could hear the constant dripping sound of blood.

To make the effect more realistic, he added two buckets and a grandfather clock beside the player. The clock was placed on the desk, facing the Scarred Player, while a bowl under his wrist caught the blood. The buckets contained water, amplifying the dripping sound.

The Scarred Player clenched his teeth, alternating his gaze between the seconds ticking by on the stop-watch and the water in the bucket turning red, his mental state becoming increasingly unstable.

Xu Huo stood up and walked to the desk. "It is said that a very famous medical doctor abroad once conducted an experiment," he began.

"He chose a death row inmate, blindfolded him, simulated the motion of a blade cutting over his wrist, then placed a bucket next to him to drip water and told him he was bleeding. The doctor would then adjust the dripping speed to create the illusion that the blood flow was slowing due to excessive blood loss."

After a while, the death row inmate’s breathing and heartbeat gradually slowed and eventually stopped."

"When the doctor checked again, he found the inmate had indeed died, said to be from a stress response," he continued.

Leaning against the desk, he reached out and turned the minute hand of the clock back a bit, and added, "The authenticity of this experiment cannot be verified, but medicine pursues the limits. I have always been very interested in this experiment, wanting to know if people can indeed be scared to death."

He slipped a fruit knife out of his sleeve and drew a line across the Scarred Player’s wrist in front of him.

Feeling the pain and seeing the fresh blood flow, the Scarred Player’s eyes bulged, "What do you want to do?!"

Xu Huo casually tossed the knife aside, took a long towel from the drawer, went behind the player, and blindfolded him, asking, "Do you remember where I turned the minute hand to just now?"

"Nine..." the Scarred Player answered involuntarily.

"Listen carefully to the sound from the bucket. I’ll come back in fifteen minutes," Xu Huo instructed.

After blindfolding him, Xu Huo turned and left the room.

Hearing footsteps and the door closing, the Scarred Player began struggling in the chair, letting out roars and curses, desperately trying to free himself from the chair. But as his blood continued to drain, his movements became smaller and his breathing weaker, and he soon slumped in the chair.

"What’s he doing?" Wen Xuelin was outside, staring at the Scarred Player struggling in the chair through the glass window in shock, "Is he trapped by a prop?"

There was no one holding him, no one tying him up; why was he blindly kicking in the chair by himself?

"It’s clear that he got played," said Zheng Liang who had missed out on the room, glancing inside and speaking unconcernedly, "It serves him right if he dies."

Other players were wandering in the hallway. Two of them, hearing their conversation, immediately came over, and upon seeing that the person inside was the Scarred Player, they pushed past them in an attempt to enter and rescue him.

Zheng Liang raised his hand to stop them, "Gentlemen, the consultation isn’t over yet."

These two were also Cannibal Players, who, as a show of superiority after losing access to individual panels, revealed their player numbers on their back. One of them opened his hand and patting Zheng Liang’s shoulder said, "Kid, don’t stick your nose into things that don’t concern you."

Zheng Liang sneered without wasting words, raised his fist, and smashed it down, knocking the averagely built Cannibal Player to the ground with a single blow.

"Quit your damn pretending, do you think everyone else is a fool? Stripping to your waist in the dead of winter, aren’t you cold?"

The man wiped the blood from his nose, got up and threw a punch back.

If they were all players, Zheng Liang might not have had the advantage, but now that everyone had turned back into ordinary people, and having practiced martial arts for two years, he was not afraid to take on anyone one-on-one with his skills!

The two of them started fighting, while another Cannibal Player, eyeing Wen Xuelin, lunged at her, pretending to bite her. Wen Xuelin cried out in alarm, dodged, and in doing so, shoved her phone into the attacker’s mouth and followed with a groin kick, then quickly took refuge behind Zheng Liang.

One against two was impossible, and there were still plenty of players in the hallway. The Cannibal Players grouped together, and naturally, the other ordinary players would also join forces. Just as the atmosphere was getting tense and the fight was about to turn into a brawl, the door of a nearby office opened, and a bespectacled doctor scolded them, "Do you all want to be sent to the seventh floor?"

The players with "serious conditions" had been sent to the seventh floor, and the players who had become ordinary people did not dare risk it, so they temporarily ceased hostilities.

"Next," the doctor called without expression.

Zheng Liang pushed past a Cannibal Player in a single bound and burst in, then smugly closed the door behind him, leaving the players outside helplessly flipping the bird.

Zheng Liang took a seat opposite the office desk as if it was expected, glanced around the office, and said, "Doctor, you have quite the taste, even hanging landscape paintings in your office."

Xu Huo, his appearance changed, flipped through a medical record, "Your condition showed significant improvement after the last treatment."

"Really?" Zheng Liang quickly asked, "Does that mean I can be discharged today?"

"If you pass this test, you can be discharged." Xu Huo handed him a form, "Answer each question carefully; if the results are satisfactory, your family members can take you home today."

"No problem!" Zheng Liang slapped his thigh enthusiastically, took the form, and quickly filled in his answers before handing it back, then looked at Xu Huo with a face full of expectation.

Unfortunately, Xu Huo couldn’t let him leave so easily. Frowning, he stared at the form for a while, "Do you still remember your good friend Xu Zhi?"

A flash of shock crossed Zheng Liang’s face, then he composed himself, "I remember, what about him?"

"Is he really your best friend?" Xu Huo tapped on the form, "He comes to see you once a month, but on this form, you clearly wrote that your best friend has passed away."

"That’s impossible!" Zheng Liang blurted out, "Xu Zhi has been dead for ten years!"

Xu Huo took a phone out of a drawer, "This is the phone you handed in when you were admitted. Take a look."

Zheng Liang snatched it up and successfully opened the album using his phone’s passcode. He then saw various pictures of himself with Xu Zhi over the years, with Xu Zhi showing slight changes in the pictures, revealing his aging. There were also several photos of them in the hospital, with the earliest one at Seventeenth Hospital being from a year ago.

The more he scrolled, the darker his expression became, until he finally tossed the phone back, "I’ll only say what I remember. You can just treat me as a lunatic, but I’m not leaving this hospital today!"

No sooner had he spoken than he attempted to leave, but Xu Huo called out from behind him, "You have a visit this afternoon. Your parents and Xu Zhi are all coming."