Be a good guy in the infinite game

Menkan Village is very backward. There is no hospital in the village, only a small clinic.

The clinic is very dilapidated, the walls are inlaid with dirty white tiles, and the surface of the tiles is cracked with many gaps, densely crawling all over the building.

As soon as Yin Chu and the others walked to the door, a doctor in a white coat came out first.

This is a fat doctor with a beer belly and wearing black clothes under a white coat.His stomach was really big, and his underwear looked like it was going to be too big to hold it, and it was about to be exposed.

"Are you here to see a doctor?" The fat doctor seemed to have heard their movements. He lifted the curtain and took the three of them into his eyes. "Which one is uncomfortable? Come in first, it's cold outside."

This doctor was different from what Song Huanyu had imagined. He enthusiastically introduced the three of them into the small clinic.

Because it was dark outside, the lights in the clinic were turned on. The lights were pale, and the faces of several people were pale.This pale light also shone on the doctor's face, causing a strange grainy feeling to the muscles on his face that trembled when he spoke, which was indescribably weird.

There was a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine in the clinic. As soon as he entered the room, this strange smell came to his nostrils. Song Huanyu couldn't help frowning.

The fat doctor, surnamed Xu, took out his stethoscope and sat on the chair behind the consultation area, then patted the table: "Who is uncomfortable? I'll check you first."

Yin Chu blinked, and silently pushed Song Huanyu beside him out.

Song Huanyu wasn't sick at all. At this moment, riding a tiger was difficult, so he could only bite the bullet and sit down, with a painful expression on his face that had been sculpted by acting skills.

Dr. Xu first used a stethoscope to listen to Song Huanyu's chest for a while, then used a flashlight to examine the patient's tongue coating, and then pressed Song Huanyu's abdomen with his hands: "When did the stomach start to hurt?"

"Ah, ah, I was just on the road, and suddenly it started to hurt!" Song Huanyu frowned in a timely manner: "I suspect that I ate something wrong at a classmate's house."

"You guys are new faces. If you are not familiar with the place, it is easy to eat the wrong things." Dr. Xu muttered, and the hand on Song Huanyu's abdomen changed positions: "Does this place hurt? How does it feel? "

"It hurts, it seems to hurt a little more than just now!"

Song Huanyu opened his mouth to talk nonsense, but Dr. Xu examined it seriously.

Dr. Xu was different from the villagers outside. Not only was he not vigilant, but he was very gentle towards these outsiders.He likes to talk and doesn't seem to have any airs.

"Doctor Xu, did anything bad happen in this village?" Song Huanyu took the opportunity to ask during the inspection.

Hearing this, the fat doctor's hand paused, and he said, "Young man, too much curiosity is not a good thing."

Just when Song Huanyu thought that the doctor would not be able to answer, Dr. Xu continued: "There are always some strange things happening in this backward and closed village. The villagers are more xenophobic and I hope you understand."

There is a play!

"What's the matter?"

"In the village, many children have disappeared." Dr. Xu's voice rang faintly in the small clinic, "Since seven or eight years ago, children have been missing in the village one after another, from newborn babies to eleven or twelve-year-olds. The child, as soon as he woke up, disappeared for no reason. Everyone was very scared, thinking that the outsiders had offended the God of the Land, which led to the persecution.”

"Seven or eight years ago?" Song Huanyu thought about this point in time: "Why do you think that foreigners offended the land god?"

"Because the first batch of strangers entered the village seven or eight years ago, more and more children disappeared later... There is no way, the news in the village is blocked, and the only ones left are old people. They believe it more."

After hearing this, Song Huanyu became thoughtful.

The first batch of foreigners who entered the village seven or eight years ago were dungeon players like them, right?

"What happened to the strangers?"

"Missing, all of them are missing." The doctor shook his head, with a trace of compassion on his face, "People in the village are very xenophobic, young people, you should be careful."

This dungeon has not been sealed so far. There must be many players' bones buried in Menkan Village. Song Huanyu couldn't help but feel a little bit sad when he thought of what happened to his predecessors.

But he quickly came back to his senses and continued to ask for clues in the dungeon: "Doctor, since so many children are missing, hasn't the village thought of a way to investigate?"

"I checked, I checked," Dr. Xu frowned tightly, "I have exhausted all methods, but no one knows how the children disappeared. Some people claimed to have seen the missing children when they were drunk, but The child was only full-term, unable to speak or dance, and on the night of his disappearance, he woke up and walked out of the room by himself, and the child slept soundly, as if he had been cursed."

The doctor sighed, with a look of compassion on his face.

"Then...how do the villagers deal with it?"

"What else can I do?" Dr. Xu frowned, a little unbearable: "Because of this, most of the young people in the village have moved away, leaving only a few old people. Many old houses with no one at home have been vacated. , the village has become less and less popular.”

"They kept silent about the child's disappearance, as if as long as they didn't say anything, it wouldn't happen again." The doctor sighed again: "All those left in this village are poor people."

The doctor's exclamation fell on Song Huanyu's heart, and his expression seemed a little heavy.

"Doctor Xu, have any children disappeared recently?"

The doctor thought for a while, and a trace of pity fell in his eyes, "Yes, the child of the widow of the king by the river."

"Widow Wang lost her mind after losing her child. She just cried, and the villagers couldn't ask anything... What a crime, what a crime!"

After talking about the gossip, Dr. Xu's examination of Song Huanyu was also finished. He wrote a prescription in a hurry and asked Song Huanyu to go to the pharmacist in front to dispense the medicine.

When paying, the female nurse at the cash register stared at Song Huanyu and said shabbyly, "A total of four hundred and eight."

Song Huanyu: "...Is this medicine quite expensive?"

The female nurse just gave him a hostile look and said nothing.

It seems that except Dr. Xu, no one in this village welcomes foreigners.

While Song Huanyu was picking up medicine, Yin Chu was looking around in this small clinic. When he saw a pile of wine bottles piled up in the ward, he blinked slightly.

Dr. Xu noticed Yin Chu's exploring eyes, and said with a kind smile: "When I was young, I lived in poverty, and I could only rely on this thing to get by, but when I got older, I couldn't do without it...You guys If you are young, don’t drink it if you can, alcohol can easily cause trouble.”

"Well, okay." Yin Chu nodded obediently.

For a lie, Song Huanyu paid four hundred and eighty for medical expenses with great heartache—although he had no money, but in order not to reveal the truth, he still reluctantly exchanged four hundred and eighty points for the female nurse with the nightmare points in the game. Song Huanyu's heart ached from the nightmare point that he earned with his life for a few tenths.

This disease can be seen, even the fake disease can be seen as the real disease.

After coming out of the small clinic, the smell of traditional Chinese medicine lingering in the clinic dissipated immediately, and Song Huanyu was overwhelmed, feeling that the fresh air was particularly good.

Yin Chu poked Song Huanyu's back, Song Huanyu turned his head, and then he told him about the wine bottle.

"Do you think the doctor is telling the truth?"

"I don't know if it's the truth or not. I'm not very good at judging whether you humans are lying." Yin Chu's words reminded Song Huanyu of the incident when he pretended to be sick but succeeded in deceiving the other party. In order to avoid Yin Chu's embarrassment, he He blinked quickly, and then he heard Yin Chu continue to say: "However, he exudes a dead air."

"Death?" Song Huanyu was a little surprised.

This was not only heard by Song Huanyu, but also by Li Maojin who had been ignored until now.

Li Maojin snorted through his nose: "Is this man a doctor? There is only one doctor in this dilapidated village. He has been in contact with dead people all year round, so it's not surprising that he has some dead breath on his body."

"Hmph, a newcomer is a newcomer, so don't talk nonsense if you don't understand anything!" He glanced at Yin Chu with contempt, the corners of his eyes slightly raised, showing a complacent look, "This doctor is the one who provided information in the dungeon. Tool man, no big problem."

Yin Chu remembered that just when Song Huanyu went to get the medicine, Li Maojin took out a disc and walked around the clinic.

Obviously, Li Maojin didn't detect any useful aura in the clinic.

"He seems to have a ghost energy detection tool on him." Yin Chu opened a pair of dark eyes, looking inexplicably obedient: "I don't know the purpose of that disc, but if the doctor has contact with the dead all year round and is contaminated with death energy, There seems to be something like that.”

Now that Yin Chu had said that, Song Huanyu didn't refute anything, but he didn't trust Li Maojin that much, so he still had a heart for this doctor.

The three of them spent a lot of time in the clinic.

After coming out of the clinic, the sky became faintly darker, the gloomy wind picked up, and the surrounding was dark, and it seemed that something would jump out of it at any time.

Song Huanyu frowned looking at the scene in front of him: "It's getting dark, let's go back and meet everyone."

On the first night of the dungeon, they couldn't live alone anyway, they had to get together with other people to exchange the information they got.

The three of them returned by the same route as they were familiar with.

Although they walked all the way to the southwest and only walked once, Song Huanyu had already memorized the way.

Yin Chu followed Song Huanyu in a daze, and they soon vaguely saw the familiar stone stele at the head of the village.

But as he walked, Song Huanyu faintly felt that something was wrong behind him, and Yin Chu followed behind, but a shadow fell from the top of his head.

When he turned his head, he was startled. At some point, Yin Chu's feet left the ground and floated into the air in a daze!

"what happened?"

Li Maojin turned his head and looked at them strangely.

Song Huanyu hurriedly stood in front of Yin Chu, tugged the boy a little, and pulled Yin Chu into a gesture of intending to hug him: "...It's nothing, but he's a little tired from walking."

I'm a little tired from walking, so do you want to hug me? !

cut!Dog man man!

Li Maojin sneered, and a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Li Maojin didn't seem suspicious, turned around and continued walking. Song Huanyu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead before he had the chance to ask in a low voice, "Boss, what's going on?"

"Sorry, I'm used to it."

Yin Chu followed behind the two with a numb face, and let go of his head. He thought for a moment that he had returned to Shiwan Dashan, and almost floated up habitually.

It was only then that Song Huanyu remembered that when he first met Yin Chu in Shiwan Dashan, the boy seemed to be floating.

Song Huanyu couldn't laugh or cry for a while, after thinking about it, he couldn't help reminding Yin Chu: "Boss, you should pay attention to it later, this is another copy, it is no longer your hundred thousand mountains."

To be honest, just now when he turned his head and found that Yin Chu had actually floated into the air, he was really shocked.

"Okay." Yin Chu replied concisely, and then looked at him with that strange look: "So can you let me go now?"

"Ah! I'm sorry." Song Huanyu blushed.

Just now when Li Maojin turned his head, he subconsciously hugged Yin Chu, but he was too frightened, and he still hasn't let go.

The dull air suddenly became embarrassing, Song Huanyu let go of Yin Chu cheekily and silently, looked at the gradually darkening sky and thought: This road is a bit long, why haven't we reached the village yet?