A ghost storyteller can lose his life but cannot lose his job

Chapter 99 Tell me, who is the savage?

"Mr. Zhong Xie, please move to another area. The emergency here will be cleared up by the service staff. Sorry to bother you."

The servant took out a shroud from the cabinet at the door of the box, unfolded it and kicked the woman's head to the side of the body.

The head rolled as if it had a magnetic function, and it automatically attached to the neck of the corpse when it approached it, but in the opposite direction, so the angry look looked a little funny.

The next second, a huge white shroud slowly fell down, completely covering the woman's body and bringing the farce to a calm state.

At the same time, the land ship formed by the two men and the armless man who had fallen earlier crawled down, slowly sliding on the floor with a stiff and nervous look, and returned to the room just now along the oily waterway, without making any sound and without deliberately attracting anyone's attention.

Don't disturb the VIPs, let them act as if they don't exist, and don't dirty their eyes. This is the best result.

The door of the box closed quietly. Zhong Xie turned his head and glanced inside. There were other people in the box, but no one seemed to care what had just run out of the box.

It was just a simple glance, but Zhong Xie still felt deeply that these people were playing tricks.

Are the disabled fetishists having a party here?

This is the real corpse party.

Taking another look at the female corpse covered with white cloth on the ground, the difference in identity was clearly revealed at this moment.

This place only distinguishes between the noble and the humble, not between the rich and the more noble. The VIPs in the box are noble in front of the slaves, but in front of his identity as the dean, they are no different from slaves.

The power of life and death is just a matter of a word.

Unconditional control and domination.

These words kept emerging in Zhong Xie's mind, and at the same time, he felt a comfort from the bottom of his soul, comparable to when he saw Miss Black Goat being tied up by humans at her home. That incomparable comfort spread from his head to his toes, and finally converged into the tip of his tail.

"Wow--" Kuster instinctively let out a meaningless cheer, and then his mind was full of confusion, not knowing why he hummed loudly.

Well, now it can be confirmed that this feeling of pleasure really reaches the tip of the tail. This is not an exaggeration, but a real description.

Something was stirring my emotions and desires, wanting me to indulge in the power of the venue.

Zhong Xie made a judgment in his heart. He was able to perceive this on his own, so he became secretly alert.

But it was really cool. Zhong Xie, a novice who had never tasted the forbidden fruit of power, was still trembling all over. He even had a special idea.

Break into the party boxes, make them more exquisite, help them and the abused people eliminate discrimination between each other, and complete the reconciliation of the century.

If both of them become masochists, then they can reconcile.

Besides, his artistic accomplishment must be richer than those sick and crazy people in the box.

After all, he is the truly knowledgeable one.

Unfortunately, Zhong Xie couldn't do that. He didn't want to succumb to the desire for power.

The current situation is that sexual desire and sage time are fighting each other, making Zhong Xie endure it very painfully.

I have to find a class to attend quickly. After two days of work, I feel so lifeless that I have no other desires at all.

Zhong Xie glanced and saw that the waitress was still following him closely. It seemed that his question just now had "bound" the waitress to him, and she would not leave on her own until she completed all the services to his satisfaction.

"What is the relationship between your place and Jinchuan Hospital?" Zhong Xie decided to make good use of his status as the young master.

It is said that a long illness makes a good doctor, but this is the first time I have seen a long illness make a hospital director.

The original dean didn’t have the same surname as him, Zhong, so why was he willing to pass the Jinchuan Hospital to him?

"Jinchuan Hospital is one of our investors, so people from Jinchuan Hospital enjoy VIP treatment here, and you are the young dean recorded in the roster, so you are naturally the VIP among the VIPs." The female attendant answered the question mechanically.

Zhong Xie discovered some details in this passage and immediately felt that there was something wrong.

Would a normal person say that?

You are the young dean, so you are recorded in the VIP list.

You are recorded as the Junior Dean in the register.

These two statements sound similar, but they are actually very different. If the waitress hadn't made a mistake...

"How many young deans with the same status as me are on the roster?" Zhong Xie asked a question that made Shen Junyi, an outsider, feel very strange.

The female attendant still kept smiling: "There are 243 more people. All the young deans enjoy the same VIP privileges."

Zhong Xie: “…”

No, 243 young deans?

There aren't that many people playing PUBG?

For a moment, this terrifying number made Zhong Xie feel speechless. He thought that the young dean was a person of noble status, but he didn't expect that there were 242 people as noble as him.

There weren't so many people in the Jinchuan Hospital where he worked originally.

At this time, Zhong Xie had an idea and asked the female servant for the list of names of the young dean.

Since there are 243 vacancies for the position of young dean, it now seems that Jinchuan Hospital is obviously a special sect hidden in the city.

It is very likely that they are a special sect that had already begun secretly planning before the revival of ghost stories. Since he was inexplicably included in the list of Jinchuan Hospital, it means that whether he intends to or not, troubles will keep coming to him.

He didn't care at all whether he could inherit the mental hospital or not. There were probably not many people in the world who wanted to manage such a mental hospital.

It is difficult to manage hundreds of Zhong Xies. Now there is a high possibility that Zhong Xie is in the state of a ghost story master. Even Zhong Xie himself does not want to manage Zhong Xie.

However, judging from the products of these game consoles and puppets, Jinchuan Hospital is probably a powerful industrial group. No matter whether the young dean eventually becomes the dean of a branch hospital or the dean of the main hospital, it will arouse a lot of covetousness.

The other young deans will probably target me, right?
Zhong Xie's delusion of being persecuted was deeply rooted in his bones. The stimulation of such a thought put him into a fighting state, so he asked for a death list.

"Okay, please wait a moment, Mr. Zhong Xie." The waitress walked to the front desk and quickly used the printer at the front desk to copy a list and handed it to Zhong Xie.

Zhong Xie took the list and began to look through it from top to bottom. The lists were very detailed, recording basically everything except the addresses, and even had one-inch headshots with a black and white background.

The headshot was very clear, and Zhong Xie himself didn’t know when it was taken. He hadn’t been a rat at that time, so he looked approachable and one felt warm and welcoming at first sight.

After such a cursory look, he did not see many familiar names. There were probably only five names that came from the mental hospital where he used to stay.

Two doctors including Dr. Zhang, and three patients headed by "Zhong Xie".

The list includes "Name", "Age (current age)", "Hobbies and Interests", "Employment Preference" and "Status".

"What are your hobbies..." Shen Junyi wanted to pretend that he didn't care, but Zhong Xie had been shocking him since the beginning, including the list in front of him, "Playing pranks and torturing roommates and Dr. Zhang?"

He could roughly understand the current situation, but he had no idea why it had become like this.

I originally thought Zhong Xie was of ordinary background, but it turns out he is the dean of some hospital?
You are actually the second generation of the hospital. How disrespectful.

But isn’t Zhong Xie a patient? And his hobby is to torture his roommates and doctors…

Is there really a hospital in the world that allows a patient like Zhong Xie to exist?
Shen Junyi was somewhat skeptical as to whether Zhong Xie was a patient first and then became the young dean, or whether he was the young dean first and then became a patient.

"This is slander, it's my rival defaming me. You know, the competition among princes has always been like this." Zhong Xie said seriously, while looking at the interests and hobbies of Dr. Zhang and others.

Vivisection and biological experiments.

Dreamed of a bunny girl.

Cultivating immortality and self-mutilation.

Pretend to be someone else's shadow.

What kind of messed up hobbies are these?

Is there no normal person like him in Jinchuan Hospital?

Zhong Xie pointed at the column of other people's hobbies and interests and said, "Look, this is all a mess. They must have been filled out randomly, right?"

Except for Dr. Zhang, he didn't know these doctors and patients. This mental hospital was so big and he had moved to a single dormitory early on, so naturally he didn't know these fellow patients.

Out of kindness, he helped his roommate pull out a gold tooth with worms in exchange for a fried chicken clavicle with a "buy two pounds, get one free" offer, but ended up living in a single room.

It can be seen from this that this list is bound to be a slander.

Where did the roommate come from to torture him?
The subsequent status bar made Zhong Xie even more annoyed.

Everyone on the list, remember everyone.

For doctors, the status column says "employed", while for patients it says "unemployed".

Only his name, Zhong Xie, had “graduated” written after it.

Although the word "dropout" has many meanings, Zhong Xie knew that the meaning here must be "leaving school but not reaching the level of graduation."

Ha ha.

Zhong Xie put the death list in his revenge notebook, then looked at Shen Junyi: "Be prepared for a fight. I feel like there are several young deans in this casino. The previous targeting may have been done by these young deans."

Since he did not graduate normally from the hospital, he had no idea about these messed up things. He was in plain sight as soon as he entered the venue, which was not good news.

He originally thought it was just a mission to secretly explore the venue, but he didn't expect it to involve his inheritance rights, which completely disrupted his rhythm and made him appear on the stage from the shadows.

Looking at the peaceful second floor, even Zhong Xie felt like he was being watched. This was too unfriendly.

"I am the young dean. Can I use ghost stories here?" Zhong Xie thought of this question.

The female attendant nodded and said, "According to the rules of the venue, VIPs like you can use ghost stories, but the highest level cannot exceed 35, otherwise you will be asked to leave the venue and put on the blacklist."

"Okay." Zhong Xie nodded. This was good news now. It meant that the ghost story attacks he faced would not be too severe and would generally be suppressed at level 35.

Of course, if the opponent is determined to kill him, he may do so at the cost of being blacklisted.

However, he couldn't help but complain in his heart, because he, as a VIP, was forced to take off his clothes for inspection at the entrance of the venue. The local security guards were too unruly.

"Open a private room for us and get some computers and stuff. We want to play games, online games." Zhong Xie instructed the female attendant beside him and finalized today's entertainment program.

Since it is self-selected entertainment, you must go online. Maybe you can connect with the outside world.

"What style do you need?" the waitress asked.

"Just... be a little quieter, a little more elegant, and not as messy as the room just now." Zhong Xie thought of the room of the disabled fetishist, which was really smoky and chaotic.

He couldn't stand the colorful lights and the bombardment of loud sounds.

"Okay, please wait a moment." The waitress replied, and then fell into a daze with her eyes open.

After remaining in this stiff state for about three minutes, the female attendant smiled and stretched out her hand to lead the way for Zhong Xie: "Please follow me."

Zhong Xie and Shen Junyi looked at each other and understood each other's thoughts.

Was this waitress just using her "consciousness" to help them customize the room?

The servants in this venue also have a control system similar to a "master brain"?

However, their subsequent thoughts were completely different.

Shen Junyi thought that the main brain must have a lot of specific information about this casino, and he could retire after getting the information.

At this point he could also understand that this museum was no small incident, and the interest groups and ghost story forces involved behind it were far beyond what they could contend with.

Seeing this now, he even felt that a city like Haicheng could not compete with them.

That's enough. They just need to rescue the people of Haicheng to the best of their ability. If there are other tasks, they may be unable to do so.

But Zhong Xie’s idea was very simple.

Can the Mastermind get pregnant?

If I use a hot glue gun, will the result be a little main brain or a "Zhong Xie Brain"?
Zhong Xie followed the waitress to the door of the box. The waitress opened the door for the three of them. Judging from the distances between the boxes in the corridor, the area of each room was about the same as those of a luxury box in a business hotel. But as soon as he opened the door, Zhong Xie knew he was wrong.

Inside the gate are mountains and flowing water, and a pavilion standing in the mountains. In the center of the pavilion are three computers with their backs facing each other in the shape of a "△". They have ink-and-wash version chassis and black and white chess-piece version keyboards.

And below the pavilion, several women in ancient silk costumes were playing ancient musical instruments. The whole environment was truly elegant.

"Let's go up and have a look."

Zhong Xie and the other two walked into the box, and the female attendant retired, feeling that her mission accomplished.

No one noticed that after Zhong Xie walked into the box, his shadow remained there. Until the corridor fell silent again, the shadow reached out from the cabinet at the door, took out a mint candy for fresh breath and put it into his mouth.

He was leaning against the wall while making a phone call. He didn't look like he had just emerged from the shadows, but had been standing there all along.

"Yes, it's the wild man who ran out of our courtyard before, the one who jumped three feet high and climbed over the wall. Didn't you say that you saw him when your spirit was wandering outside that night? He looks like he knows nothing. Ignore him for now and kill the guys from other branches first."

Shadow said carelessly, and then he felt something poking his butt.

He turned around and saw nothing behind him. This abnormality made his scalp tingle and he wanted to escape from the corridor immediately.

A hand stretched out from the box at some point and caught the mint candy wrapper he had just thrown away. The door slowly opened, and Zhong Xie leaned against the door frame and glanced at the shadow with coldness in his eyes.

"Tell me, who is the wild man?"

Haha, luckily I left a tail outside the door to investigate the situation, and I finally caught it, right?

Even mice are not as greedy as you.

(End of this chapter)