He entered the third ward.
The third ward doesn't look like a ward. Decorated in a light blue business style, there are bookshelves in the corner, but in today's era, paper books are no longer used much, so the shelves are filled with potted plants.
The walls are filled with projections of various design options, and there's even one dedicated to meetings.
If it weren't for the sheets with the hospital logo and the infusion bottle in the corner, Abyss wouldn't have doubted that this was an office.
"A different scene for each ward? This production is quite careful."
"Each ward seems to represent a certain period of time for the protagonist. The first one represents his hospitalization, the second one represents his childhood, and this one represents his return to work?"
There is a square hand-painted board on the bedside table.
This is a transparent board with a glass texture. Users can use various brushes and ready-made materials embedded in this board to synthesize the pictures they want. At the same time, what the user draws will be automatically calibrated to ensure that every Lines are of standard lengths - this tool is very useful for engineering drawings, but not conducive to creativity.
Too regular and perfect brush strokes will make all painters' paintings lose their characteristics.
The things drawn by every painter are exactly the same, with the same style and the same brushstrokes, just like things produced on a factory assembly line.
"This is a good thing. I have saved money for a long time, but I can't afford it."
"Legend has it that the hand-painted tablet that art workers want most can double their efficiency!"
"The drawing board you need to choose in the task should be this one. With this board, you don't actually need to hold the black paper at all."
When the audience saw this hand-painted board, they started talking about it.
Abyss didn't know much about art, so he picked up the hand-drawn tablet and looked at it carefully.
A chill rose up from his back, as if someone was staring at him from behind. At the same time, there was also a sickening feeling of disgust welling up in my throat, as if whenever I touched this hand-painted tablet, I would feel instinctive repulsion.
This was another brand new experience. Although it was uncomfortable, Abyss, who had never experienced such an emotion before, found it addictive.
An annoying voice sounded in my ears.
"You just need to submit the drawings on time. It's just screws. What's the design?"
"Nowadays, the most perfect design is calculated by the program. You just need to implement the program design well."
"Don't have any ideas of your own. Your ideas are not worth mentioning at all. Instead, they will destroy the best design calculated by the program."
"You loser, leave quickly. If you leave, there will be countless people who want to step up and get this position."
Although Abyss didn't think these words were wrong, at this time he was reaching a state of high empathy with the protagonist in the game.
Apart from the feeling of uneasiness and disgust, there is only one thing left: unwillingness.
Abyss had never experienced such a strong feeling.
I am not taken seriously, my ideas are trampled on, and I am so disrespected by others.
On the one hand, the values that Abyss has developed after living so long tell him that what that annoying voice said is very reasonable, and he himself agrees with it; but on the other hand, the feelings that the protagonist of the game he plays brings to him, Let him reject those words and sink into his misery.
His reason and emotions are contradictory, which puzzles and surprises him.
He became more curious about this mysterious game.
Abyss put down the hand-painted tablet and walked to the corner of the room, where there was a wooden easel.
It's that kind of very old easel, the kind of antique object that actually exists on display that is only needed for true hand-painting.
It is also an item used by those retro painters who insist on classical painting techniques. In other words, it has no effect on modern drawing, but will increase trouble. It is a thing that has been eliminated by the times.
"This easel is really antique."
"Didn't the host choose the drawing board just now?"
"You don't want to touch this old antique, do you? I can't understand what the anchor is doing now."
"Since we are completing the last painting, it must be perfect, so we must use the best tools."
Seeing Abyss reaching out his hands to touch the wooden panel obsessively, the audience was persuading.
The wooden drawing board had a warm feeling to the touch, which dispelled the uneasiness that the electronic drawing board had just brought to him.
As if a baby has returned to his arms and fish has returned to the sea, this drawing board makes Abyss feel very at ease, as if he has everything as long as he has this drawing board.
Abyss subconsciously touched his face and found tears flowing out again.
A kind of emotion was brewing in his heart, which made his nose feel sour. Even though he just touched the drawing board, he was so excited that he shed tears. Abyss had no idea what was happening.
As the game progressed, he gradually understood what kind of painting props he should choose.
So he hugged the drawing board and left the ward.
[Main mission: Complete the final painting (3/5).
You need to find brushes, paper, easel, paint, and eraser. 】
"I have found three props now, and the next ones should be paint and eraser." Abyss told the audience. "Actually, I'm looking forward to what will happen when I find all the props. And who told me that this copy is scary? I don't feel scary at all?"
"You'll know when you play later."
"I have already written down what the anchor said."
Abyss was a little confused as to where the anchors next door stumbled.
Entered the next ward.
This place doesn't look like a ward, but rather like a room for physical examination.
Many popular science projections related to mental illness are projected on the walls, and in the center of the room is a mental testing instrument.
Next to the instrument was a shelf with some disposable surgical knives and medical supplies.
Abyss seldom enters the hospital and doesn't quite understand what this room is used for.
He walked up and down the room, looking for some so-called paint or eraser.
"Is this it?" he asked, holding the mop. "This is the only thing in the room that looks like an 'eraser.'" He also knew that this answer was unreliable. After all, no one used a mop as an eraser.
"So am I stuck? The props can't be found." Abyss asked the audience for help.
"I know this room! This instrument is a limbic system repair device."
"speak English."
"Simply put, the limbic system is the part of the brain that controls our emotions. This machine is used to repair those abnormal and redundant emotions. If it is detected that there are very serious emotional overflow symptoms, the doctor will perform this surgery on the patient. .”
"Ah, I have a relative who underwent this surgery. It's like he has changed. Without any extra emotions, he is like a sophisticated computer."
Abyss understands now.
He understood that this machine was the key, so he lay down on it.
