[You have entered the out-of-control box scene: "Blood Fog Apartment". 】
[Hazard level: C.
Level C: The spread is very slow and will not actively absorb victims. After blocking the area, it will not cause serious consequences to the unaffected areas. 】
[Work plan: Recover out-of-control game sub-cards and recruit candidates. 】
The entire apartment was wrapped in something translucent that looked like bloody jelly, and countless fishy-smelling sticky web-like substances were stuck to the doors and windows of the apartment. Under the surface of the wall, there are tree-like channels that are like blood vessels flowing rhythmically, with unknown liquid flowing inside.
The air is filled with a strange blood mist, and an atmosphere of despair and numbness erodes everyone who comes here. The atmosphere was like a big hand strangling Ji Le's throat, making him breathless.
Ji Le took off the virtual glasses and patted them.
"Did the projector get broken?"
After taking off the glasses, the apartment became slightly more "normal". Those bloody jelly-like things are like illusory shadows looming. If you don't look carefully, you would think they are hallucinations. And on the walls, what you thought were blood vessels before are just peeling wall coverings.
The blood mist is gray-white mist.
"It seems that the abnormal illusion I just saw was indeed due to a problem with the projector."
As soon as Ji Le thought this, the scene changed.
The illusory shadow gradually solidified into a substance, turning into a blood-colored jelly-like substance. The peeling wall was stained with blood, and the blood vessels were squirming underneath. Without the projection of virtual glasses, the entire building gradually resembled the appearance in the previous illusion.
This shows that the scene in front of you is not an illusion created on the retina by the projector on the virtual glasses, but actually exists in the real world.
Ji Le couldn't understand how this was done, and he didn't care why. Come now, this is the only way for him to stand up now, even if there is a cesspool in front of him, he has to get there.
The stairwell was also wrapped in the jelly-like substance, and Ji Le walked up.
Although it looks soft, the touch on your feet is still as hard as cement.
As if he wanted to go against Ji Le, the cement stairs under his feet began to become soft, and a sticky substance stuck to his feet, preventing him from moving forward.
If you look at the shape, these soft substances are also mixed with white parts, just like fat.
At the same time, there were still many unconscious people lying in the stairwell. Some of them were wearing pajamas. It seemed that they were all residents of this building who had not yet escaped.
Ji Le put the virtual glasses in front of his eyes.
[You have received a distress message: His mental value has dropped to a dangerous level and he is on the verge of collapse. Please contact the Sheriff as soon as possible. ]
When a person's mental level drops below the dangerous level, the terminal in the brain will automatically send a distress message to the nearby public security department. But here, the signal seems to be cut off, so the terminal in the brain forwards it to the conscious people around.
Ji Le's first reaction was to quit and find someone to save the poor guy first.
But then he found two people in blue uniforms standing near that person.
The Sheriff had already arrived, but they couldn't handle the situation, so they fell into it.
Citizens with brain terminals installed have their mental states protected (monitored) in real time from birth, so they have no chance to face very bad situations, just like flowers in a greenhouse that have never been blown by the wind. Rain hits. As a result, when encountering such a sudden and stressful situation, my spirit suddenly collapsed.
Ji Le has never been glad that he did not have a brain terminal installed. He has shouldered almost all the pressures from childhood to adulthood. Therefore, although his mental value will fluctuate slightly, it will soon return to normal.
So he came to this weird apartment to stay sane.
"Since calling the Sheriff is in vain, I'd better go to Room 202 first. Maybe I can find a way to save these people."
Ji Le walked hard on these soft materials and headed to the second floor.
Apart from the difficulty of walking up the stairs, there were no other dangers, except for the annoying clicking sound that kept ringing in my ears.
In the corridor on the second floor, there are many police officers scattered around. Some of them have much stronger willpower than ordinary residents, so they can reach the second floor.
Ji Le stepped over these people and was about to go to Room 202 when one of the barely sane sheriffs lying on the ground grabbed his ankle.
"Don't go there anymore... That's hell over there, and your spirit will be completely crushed... Run away and ask for help..."
"Get the agents from the Special Security Group..."
After saying this, he rolled his eyes and fainted completely.
[You have received a distress message: His mental value has dropped to a dangerous level and he is on the verge of collapse. Please contact the Sheriff as soon as possible. ]
He stood at the stairs of the second floor and looked towards the corridor.
The blood mist became thicker, covering the unconscious magistrates.
Ji Le put the virtual glasses in front of his glasses to look at them, then took them off for comparison. The hallucination that initially only existed in the retina has now completely overlapped with reality.
The walls were as smooth as the skin of the internal organs, with hill-like veins extending under the skin, beating with the rhythm of breathing.
Ji Le took two steps forward. The touch under his feet was very soft, as if he was stepping on some kind of elastic mat.
"What was originally a virtual projection has now become a reality."
As Ji Le continued to go deeper, light yellow stuff began to seep down from the walls and ceiling, carrying a fishy smell. The hill-like veins inside the wall became thicker, and Ji Le could even hear the sound of liquid flowing from the pipe.
The environment in the apartment was almost unrecognizable, but fortunately Ji Le could barely find the door and house number. He covered his nose and shook off the sticky feeling under his feet. It took him five minutes to find the door of Room 202.
Veins flowing with black and red liquid almost popped out, extending from the ceiling and walls to the door frame, connecting to the interior of the house. Ji Le suddenly had a strange feeling. These veins seemed to be the blood vessels of this room, constantly absorbing the spirits of the victims as nutrients in order to maintain a certain kind of "life".
Standing in front of this door, Ji Le did feel groggy. Fatigue, boredom, anxiety... these emotions impacted his spirit, making him distracted to resist these negative energies.
Although it was uncomfortable, he felt that it was still within the tolerance range. If it were those people who were born with terminals in their brains, they might have been emotionally destroyed by so many negative emotions.
Ji Le realized at this time that it might not be unreasonable for the strange virtual reconstruction system to come to him. If the "task" had to face the situation at this time, then ordinary people would really not be able to do it.
"Hey, is anyone in there?" Out of caution, Ji Le knocked on the door.
The door was unlocked and opened a gap, seeming to invite Ji Le to walk in.
At the same time, Ji Le smelled a foul smell, like pork belly that had gone rancid in the summer.
Is it really possible to find his programmers in this place?
Ji Le looked at the mission prompt flashing on the far left side of his field of vision and scratched his head.
[You are very close to being a candidate. 】
