Strange Game Designer Chapter 237

Chapter 237 Is your treatment method unscientific?

A beautiful and gentle elder sister suddenly put on a **** white coat and wanted to help her see a doctor. Su Mo almost nodded subconsciously.

It's not that I'm really sick, it's just that I've never had such an experience when I was in school and I want to give it a try.

"Are you serious?" His arms were numb, the door panel was pushed open a crack, and the monster's blood-stained fingers had already squeezed in.

Looking solemnly at the **** finger that was so close, he was so nervous that his teeth were about to break. The pungent smell of blood coming from his finger instantly brought him back to reality: "Come and help!"

"Let him come in. Although I am not a doctor, my work is related to psychology." Xuan Wen stopped teasing Su Mo and leaned back on the chair with a very relaxed expression.

The door panel was squeezed open little by little, and Su Mo used up his last bit of strength, but that terrifying face still appeared in the consulting room.

The power of an insomniac has far exceeded that of ordinary people. The reason Su Mo can sustain it for so long is because he has been blessed by the shadow world several times.

"Sit down." There was no panic on Xuan Wen's face, and she glanced up and down at the insomniac.

Su Mo, who was sitting in the corner behind the door, had not yet recovered from the shock. Xuan Wen actually dared to directly ask a monster who had just killed someone, how many people had he killed? "It doesn't seem to matter, so why are they targeting you? What kind of job do you do?" Xuan Wen is a psychological crime serial murderer. She understands the murderer's mentality very well. The insomniac in front of her does not look like a pervert who has annihilated his conscience. .

"Do you often sleep on the bed of the dying?" Xuan Wen focused her eyes on the back of the insomniac's head: "Did you promise the deceased something? Or did you steal the deceased's things?"

The back of his head was dragged on the ground, and the monster slowly twisted its stinking body. When he saw Xuan Wen, he became excited and excited: "Doctor, doctor! I'm almost sleepy to death!"

The cause of the disease is the pillow? Is this scientific? The co-authored sister is not a psychiatrist at all, but an actress. Is she deceiving patients?

The insomniac leaned forward, waiting for the answer. Su Mo was also very curious, wanting to hear what neuropathological explanation Xuan Wen would give.

"Then I probably know the reason." Xuan Wen smiled. This was not a problem for her.

"The doctor is here, come here and sit down." Xuan Wen said lightly, attracting the insomniac's attention.

"What are they saying? Can you hear clearly?" Xuan Wen's performance was very calm, as if she was accustomed to such scenes.

“Then where do you usually sleep? In the duty room? Near the intensive care unit?”

The patient was wearing a hospital gown on the outside and a nurse uniform on the inside. The main alienated body part was the head. The back of the head seemed to be filled with something and was dragged directly to the ground.

“Tell me about your illness.”

If it weren't for the table blocking it, it might have jumped directly into Xuan Wen's face.

Led by the insomniac, they arrived near the intensive care unit on the fourth floor. Perhaps because it was getting dark, the atmosphere on this floor was completely different from that on the third floor. Death was everywhere, and the decorative flowers had withered. The apples on display were wrinkled and even the insects inside were dead.

The terrifying monster was crying, and his voice changed: "It must be because of the pillow, it must be because they are unwilling to leave, I will take you there!"

"No! No! I'm just a caregiver! I'm even less likely to steal things!" There were cracks on the insomniac's nails, which looked very scary.

“It's too noisy! I can't hear clearly! They seem to be coming back!”

"I couldn't sleep. I couldn't sleep. As soon as I lay on the bed, I would hear all kinds of noises. They were first in my room, then appeared on my bed, and finally they all got into my bed. In my head! They have been noisy, and they are still noisy now!" The insomniac waved his ten **** fingers, his expression becoming more and more ferocious and painful.

"You only have serious skull alienation, which means the problem lies in the pillow. After the deceased passes away, we usually make a small hole in the pillow core, because after the deceased passes away, the soul may miss this home, no. You are reluctant to leave, so you keep hiding in the pillow. When you keep sleeping on the pillow of the dead, all the different souls get into your mind!" Xuan Wen stretched out her finger: "The way to save you is very simple. Take me to your usual resting place and give me that pillow."

Sumo started looking for a weapon, but as soon as he stood up, he heard the cry of the insomniac again.

"No! I didn't! I didn't kill them! Their death has nothing to do with me! It has nothing to do with me!" The insomniac became more and more agitated. He pressed his ten **** fingers on the table, and his nails rubbed against the tabletop, making a horrifying sound.

“So sleepy, so sleepy, so sleepy…”

“I used to be a nurse in the intensive care unit, and I was the best nurse here! I was selected as the outstanding nurse of the year!” The insomniac kept repeating, and this honor seemed to be taken seriously by him.

The chapped and white lips slowly approached Su Mu, the sunken eyeballs were like two deep holes, and the monster's ten **** fingers were shaking uncontrollably. It seemed that only killing could make him feel better.

Turning around, he opened the door angrily and asked Xuan Wen to follow him in a good manner, without caring at all about Su Mo who was caught in the door panel.

Hearing what Xuan Wen said, Su Mo's expression was very wonderful.

Heavy footsteps sounded, and he ran to the table with ten fingers on the table.

“Nursing workers have their own room to rest. If they are too tired to take care of them, they will rest for a while in an unoccupied hospital bed. As long as they are not seen by doctors and nurses, they will be fine.”

"Does it mean returning to you? Or returning to your home?" Xuan Wen seemed to have caught something: "Did you kill them? Did you hide their bodies?"

The silence in the corner has only calmed down now. He is a little curious about how Xuan Wen treats insomniacs. Looking at Xuan Wen, it seems that she does know something. At least she looks good.

"You can come too." Xuan Wen threw the pair of women's shoes to Su Mo. This simple college student just chose to stay without hesitation. It seemed that he was on a dead end, but in fact he left a way out for himself.

Sumo was forced to the corner behind the door. He was completely frightened by the monster. His body curled back desperately, his mind went blank, and he forgot to resist: "It's over..."

"The fourth floor should be the most dangerous floor in the front building." Xuan Wen looked at the dilapidated corridor with a smile on her face that was a little excited. Compared with any love games, she preferred to play games between doctors and patients, controlling other people's lives and deaths. The feeling is much more interesting than love.

After returning to the fourth floor, the insomniac became much more honest. Whether it was day or night, patients who were willing to stay on this floor seemed to be in danger.

(End of this chapter)

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