The final task was to bring Chen Xinyi and Xu Zhijun to the Funeral Parlor next door.
To free them from their current false mories.
[Main task, rescue the characters you own, Chen Xinyi and Xu Zhijun, from crisis and have them successfully transmit information.]
This task was actually quite simple.
After Wang Hao had completed the most difficult step, he was too lazy to bother anymore.
In his speculation, these two mbers of the Black-clothed Guard served as ssengers, responsible for communication between the "Black-clothed Guard" and the local organization "Abnormal Foundation."
So, they were thrown into this script.
The confrontation with the Demon God "Moon of Illusion" had just begun.
It was necessary to foster friendly exchanges between the two parties for cooperation to be possible.
"Then, just contact soone from the Abnormal Foundation and let them handle this," he concluded.
He copied the letter he had just written to the Dean’s office and wrote a new one: "As the wind blows, the bell tolls, the deal is sealed. Success need not depend on , but it certainly includes ."
This was an acrostic poem.
The first character of each line together read: "Feng Ling has succeeded."
What it implied further... "Success certainly includes ," was no joke.
The joy of showing off after solving a riddle was unmatched.
"I am simply clever... But are the NPCs in the ga really this intelligent? Although this riddle is pretty easy to guess."
Wang Hao thought that in this ga script, characters with nas and surnas boasted demon-like intelligence, the kind capable of deceiving a Demon God using a mortal body. To maintain the ga’s prestige, the developers might have incorporated so chanism like manual reviews to ensure even sudden acrostic poems were solvable...
"Let it be."
He stood up and walked to the logistics departnt’s door.
Once again, he saw the logistics team leader.
"Report the content of these two letters to your superior. Then, help get two people out," Wang Hao said bluntly, gesturing towards the letters he had written.
"You... what’s written inside? Taking two people out? Who?" The logistics team leader imdiately beca vigilant, and his body hair stood on end.
No matter how you looked at it, Dean Zhou carried an inexplicable sense of eeriness.
"Don’t be nervous, there’s nothing special in it, and it’s harmless to take a look. But, I need you to take these two people out. One is a janitor scooping dung over there, and the other is a tall security guard stationed at the Morgue corridor in Building 3."
Wang Hao spoke directly, "Take a good look at their appearances, observe carefully. Before discussing DNA comparisons, please observe their appearances, you will definitely discover sothing."
"You should also know where to take them, right? If you can’t get them there, you might not be able to bear the responsibility."
"I am not pressuring you, but stating a fact. If uncertain, ask your superiors. These two people are very important, extrely important. Don’t ask how I know, those who know, know; those who don’t, will never understand."
Old Wang took on the role of the riddler.
The young logistics team leader was bewildered by his grave tone.
"Naive, young man, too naive. Completely perplexed."
Wang Hao sighed; of course, he wasn’t blaming the "Abnormal Foundation"; even if the entire Black-clothed Guard were here, it would be hard to perform any better.
The enemies here were too strong.
Only a Demon God could confront another Demon God head-on.
Survival and resistance in this world were extrely challenging.
To not trouble the young man for too long, he turned around and went back to his office, leaving with the words, "Go check on these two people quickly. I’m leaving first."
His identity as the "Archives Director" was deeply tied to the Hospital, impossible for him to leave.
Once he left, the Hospital would kill him.
As the new "Zhou Haoran," Wang Hao sat at his desk and recorded his observations, of course, in a sowhat cryptic manner.
[I have completed so investigations that were not successful in the past...]
[Dr. Feng Ling adopted thods that ordinary people couldn’t achieve...]
[But I also offered so better suggestions, I suggested to the Dean to establish an animal departnt to treat so animal clients.]
[He might have to bear a great deal of pressure to push this forward... but the new rules would also bring new variables.]
[Moreover, the advancent of the animal hospital has a significant connection with Mirror Image.]
"I’m done writing."
Looking around the office, gazing at the content in his notebook, Wang Hao felt a bit empty and a bit agitated!
He was even a bit dissatisfied with himself.
This was the only ti in the script of the Ga that he hadn’t achieved a perfect ending.
There were still many, many difficulties that hadn’t been overco.
It was a sense of helpless fate.
When humanity faced overwhelming world disasters, one could only describe it as helpless. Even the strongest ant is still just an ant; strength is the absolute truth.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he felt!
But he had to admit that the plot of this script was very good, and many hidden personal stories—not just one person—faced Mount Everest sprawled out before them, advanced a tiny fraction, and the price was their own death.
This subtle story got to him a bit.
Wang Hao wrote a few more lines in his diary, comforting himself, "Actually, there’s no need to be disheartened..."
"This is a eting between and myself, between world and world."
"We are like hourglasses, counting the order of life, obliterating insignificant data, when everything returns to the original, the world can prove we were here once."
Before long, a prompt popped up on the screen.
[Congratulations, after logical computations, the main quest is completed!]
[Side quest evaluation score: 80.]
[Current total score: 180]
[If you have no content you wish to add, you may now leave the Ga. Yes/No]
Ti to leave?
Wang Hao thought for a long ti, realizing he had nothing else to do and could only sigh inwardly, "Goodbye, this world. I will co again next ti!"
""Moon of Illusion" is a bit annoying, huh!"
His figure gradually faded, disappearing from the office.
In just a few seconds, under the effect of so mysterious force, the Archives were covered with a thick layer of dust, as if they hadn’t been cleaned for more than a decade.
The room was temporarily left unused...
And the diary of "Zhou Haoran" lay open on the desk.
No next "" ca to take over for quite a while.
This might be the last "."
The silent Archives room, the fragnted diary, witnessed history and also witnessed higher-dinsional gas.
The voiceless war still hadn’t stopped, birth shining as bright as light, death descending like the night, humanity sent out long queries ti after ti, also dissolving into the heavy land ti after ti...
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("Incredible Hospital," end.)
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(PS: This script is finally over, it really took a lot of effort, I had to slow down the update speed.)
(I’m still quite satisfied with this copy!)
(What do you all think?)
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