"Don’t worry, the ability to feign death might not be very useful in the hospital script."
"Let’s simply try swapping it with the ’Paperman Control’ ability."
"I can control Papern to explore dangerous places, which might yield more information."
Thinking this, Wang Hao adopted a trial mindset and put the helt back on.
[The script you have entered is "Incredible Hospital", and your current ga points are 10100.]
Having more money brought a sense of security!
The ga still started in that sa office. After a few minutes, the office director would co over to chat with the dean about building a new skyscraper.
Wang Hao also ran out and chatted for a bit. Suddenly, he asked, "Director, the history of Building 3 is quite long, isn’t it?"
"Yes, that was the tallest building in our city over forty years ago, but it has since been surpassed by many others." The bald director turned his head and said with a smile, "However, the governnt doesn’t approve the newer skyscrapers anymore. Especially those over 500 ters, they’re basically not built anymore."
This rule was quite similar to the ones on Earth.
There was a ti when people thought the taller the building, the more prosperous the city, with various unique and bizarre constructions competing against each other. But in reality, it was rely a psychological factor.
Whether in terms of comfort, ventilation, or fire safety, skyscrapers couldn’t compare with shorter buildings, not to ntion the potential issues of foundation sinking... So, they aren’t approved anymore.
After the two characters finished their storyline, Wang Hao picked up a pair of scissors and began cutting paper.
Soon, a vivid paper figure appeared in his hands.
After drawing round eyeballs on it, a line of prompt popped up.
[You have created a Paperman. Quality: Inferior.]
[You can now control the Paperman with spiritual power. The strength of the Paperman depends on the quality of the paper and your spiritual power.]
Wang Hao tested it a bit, finding that this thod of control, like having a tiny avatar, wasn’t too complex.
Under the influence of spiritual power, the Paperman staggered to its feet. A breeze blew, and the Paperman floated through the air, losing control.
"A regular A4 sheet consus about 0.1 points of spiritual power per second. With my 5000 points of spiritual power, I can last over 10 hours—absolutely enough."
However, once the Paperman got soaked or blown away, it beca uncontrollable...
"I need to reinforce it a bit."
Wang Hao found so wire and added a few oil papers, then made a new Paperman.
Many things in the ga were simplified. After about 15 minutes, a new oil paper Paperman with wire as its skeleton was ready.
Whether it was through door cracks or vents, it could squeeze through, ensuring plenty of flexibility.
"The consumption of spiritual power has increased to 0.5 per second. I should be able to handle it."
In fact, this ability was quite useful. With a sufficiently powerful Paperman, it could completely serve as a ans of resisting the bizarre...
Of course, such a "powerful" Paperman would require a large amount of rare materials and various research support, and achieving the kind from Paradise Village might require many trials.
The Paperman’s vision was naturally not as good as a human’s—black and white images and so pixelation.
"It looks like a robot..."
Holding this Paperman, he first rummaged through the archives room, searching for materials related to Building 3.
[Do not remove the materials from the archive room at random.]
Only this label was posted on the wall.
After searching for a long ti, all the materials related to Building 3 had been destroyed by soone.
Wang Hao wasn’t disheartened and searched again.
This ti, in a hidden drawer, he found a dusty notebook.
"What is this... a diary? I didn’t find this thing during the last reincarnation."
He gently opened the diary, as if a force called "history" erged from the notebook.
[You discovered an important clue, "my" diary.]
"June 20th, clear weather."
"I am the Archives Director of this hospital, and I have worked here diligently for many, many years."
"My na is Zhou Jieran, but I always find it strange... Looking at myself in the mirror, I often wonder, am I really called Zhou Haoran?"
"mory reminds that I have been working at this hospital for twenty years."
"And last week, I asured my bone age, and I am only twenty-four years old. Did I start working here at the age of four? Although the bone age data might not be very precise, it’s strange for , in my forties, to have the bone age of a twenty-four-year-old. Could it be that I have a rare talent that prevents aging?"
"Today, within the hospital, I saw a patient who seed older beyond his years; although he is just a teenager, he looked almost thirty or forty."
"I thought of myself, could I be the sa? I thought of so possibilities, and I was very frightened, but I can’t record more now."
(A lot of lines are crossed out, the writer may have realized sothing and directly erased these contents.)
So my na is Zhou Haoran?
Wang Hao’s eyebrows twitched as he looked at his na tag; indeed, it said "Zhou Haoran."
"June 21st, clear weather."
"I discovered that our hospital has no surveillance, and the specific photos involving people are also unclear. It isn’t really strange... Our world, how should I say it, sotis not knowing is a blessing. We cautiously follow the known rules, and before you know it, twenty or thirty years have passed?"
"I could not possibly get married and have children, although children might be safe, being born into such a world is undoubtedly a tornt. (A large amount of text is crossed out) I am a person who likes ancient poetry, I seem to have thought about becoming a historian?"
A bunch of nonsensical descriptions about life and sentints, this guy seems to be under extre psychological pressure, incessantly muttering in the diary.
Wang Hao was also a bit confused.
In theory, this "Avatar" should not have its own thoughts and motions and should not be capable of carrying such a complex personal background, let alone writing a diary.
Could the owner of this diary be soone else?
"I am the Archives Director, and also a successor... So mysterious force has placed in this job position? The owner of this diary, couldn’t possibly... be dead, right?"
Wang Hao’s expression beca rather gloomy; with the digging of clues, this Qingtian Hospital was becoming more and more eerie.
"June 22nd, clear weather."
"While organizing files, I observed that hospital staff have almost no turnover; everyone arrives at work on ti, leaves on ti, and hardly anyone takes leave. It’s a miraculous thing; everyone praises the work atmosphere in the hospital, enthusiastically working, saving lives and aiding the injured, curing patients is our conduct guideline."
"There is increasing praise from the outside world."
"But I thought of a dreadful possibility... This hidden truth is too terrifying."
"The past rules may be wrong, no, I must seek the truth. Even if there’s a possibility of dying... (A lot of black scribbling)"
The diary skipped two days.
But the next entry made Wang Hao’s heart pound, his whole body broke into a sweat, and he got goosebumps.
"June 25th, clear weather."
"I spent the last two days in terror, and I am prepared to kill myself."
The text below was written with a red marker.
"My na is Zhou Haoran, I am 45 years old this year, in pursuit of the truth, I am prepared to kill myself! I am not doing it out of despair, but to pursue the truth!"
"Please note, I have absolute determination and perseverance to complete this action!"
"I am about to inject a dose of cyanide capable of killing ten thousand elephants, survival is impossible, within one second, I will die! Please be sure to believe, I will kill myself!"
"My na is Zhou Haoran, I am 45 years old this year, height 1.72 ters, with a mature appearance!"
"My na is Zhou Haoran, I am 45 years old this year, height 1.72 ters, with a mature appearance!!!"
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