As Abyss lay down, a conversation sounded in his ears.
"The patient in Room 1003 must undergo this repair surgery, but he is not in a good condition and is very easy to fall into negative emotions."
"I know, he's quite difficult to take care of."
"As his nurse, you can help him adjust his condition. Please make him happy. It is best to regain his hope in life."
"That way he won't be too resistant during the surgery and will recover faster."
"Okay, he likes painting very much. I just need to encourage him more."
"Well, this is your job, and I hope you will strictly perform your duties."
"I used to study empathy and encouragement seriously in school. Doctor, you can rest assured."
Abyss suddenly felt a little sad, as if something was broken in his heart.
It was as if a switch was turned on, and the sun-filled room became dim. The white marble floor began to be soaked with an ink-like substance. The lamp above the head shook violently, and shadows appeared on the wall, as if Wriggling tentacles.
Those shadows were very shallow at first, but gradually solidified under Abyss' gaze.
An eerie darkness invaded the room.
Abyss didn't know what was happening. He only felt a chill to his bones and became nervous.
The shadows of those tentacles were completely solidified, and when they were photographed next to him, the marble floor tiles immediately shattered into pieces.
He knew he had to do something and his first instinct was to run away. But when he rushed to the door, he found that the door was completely locked.
The tentacles began to wreak havoc in the room. Some of the floors and walls were completely smashed, revealing a dark space behind that led to nowhere.
"But in this room, you are going to die." At this time, Abyss completely forgot that he could escape the game as long as he fainted. He was completely immersed in the game and thinking about ways to pass the level.
The dark holes and tentacles in the room made him panic, but he couldn't get out.
"Let me out."
"Hey, many anchors have failed here. I don't think he will pass."
"There is absolutely no chance of passing this level. I don't know how to pass it."
"Other anchors are stunned."
At this time, Abyss remembered that he would faint before leaving.
However, doing so would be completely pointless. If he faints here, he will be no different from the anchors next door. He will always be just a small anchor and cannot become popular.
If passed now, he would gain a bunch of die-hard fans.
Abyss pinched his friend to force himself not to faint from being too nervous.
"What should I do!"
"This anchor has two tricks, and he managed to hold on for so long without fainting."
"Let's bet, when will he faint?"
The audience started an online guessing activity: How long can the anchor last without fainting?
Abyss smelled a salty smell that seemed to permeate the air, like damp musty smell. At the same time, there were fewer and fewer white marble bricks on which he could stand. The bricks leading to the exit were completely covered in black, and he had no choice but to move closer to the limbic system repair device.
He tried throwing the pillows from the recliner onto the black ground.
Sizzling——
The pillow was melted away, not even a hair came up.
The sensory simulation of this game is very realistic, unlike other games that distort the senses.
So Abyss knew that if he really failed the game and fell into the black, it would be very painful.
He will first experience the feeling of having all the bones in his body melted away, which is the taste of real death.
"Make me faint!"
But Abyss's spirit was very tenacious and there was no sign of fainting at all.
He quickly looked through the audience's comments, hoping to get some tips, but most of them were useless gossip and online guessing.
"The eating experience last time was enough. Don't do it again this time. I don't want to experience the feeling of being melted all over."
Abyss felt that if he really experienced it once, his emotional value would definitely fall to a new low.
That can't be solved by just practicing for a few days. You might even need to go to the hospital for psychological conditioning.
Compared to the emotions that he could empathize with by playing the protagonist of the game, Abyss's current fear was spontaneous.
"Hehehe..." He gave up and prepared to face the ending this time.
"Look to the side, isn't there a knife there? That's a prop for getting paint." At this time, it seemed that someone couldn't stand it anymore and said in the comments.
Abyss's eyes lit up.
"Here, the enthusiastic viewer A Le, did you just propose a way to clear the level?"
"Yes, take that scalpel. This is the prop to pass the level." Ah Le, an enthusiastic audience, continued to remind.
"Although I don't quite understand why this is a customs clearance prop, I can give it a try."
Abyss picked up the scalpel on the shelf next to him.
Suddenly, the blackness of the entire room faded, and no matter whether it was tentacles or other terrifying things, they disappeared completely.
It was as if nothing had happened.
"Huh-" Abyss breathed out a long breath.
"This anchor actually passed this level!"
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, this is the first time I’ve seen an anchor successfully pass the test.”
"Did you take a scalpel? But why?"
"Abyss, I remember your name."
"This anchor can't live on his own, but he can persist until the prompt appears without fainting, which is considered amazing!"
"This is the real horror game anchor. Others are just following the trend."
The comments surged in an instant, but Abyss was not in the mood to be happy at this time. He felt like he was recovering from a disaster and was trying to calm down.
The popularity of the live broadcast room also doubled at this time, and all the viewers who got the news came to watch his live broadcast.
"Thank you for the enthusiastic audience Ale, but why did you pass the test with a knife?" Abyss humbly asked for advice.
The viewer had no answer.
[Main mission: Complete the final painting (4/5).
You need to find brushes, paper, easel, paint, and eraser. 】
Abyss left this room and was about to enter the next ward to find the last prop, the eraser.
But when he entered the last ward, he found that this ward contained all the props he had found before.
Black paper was nailed to the wooden drawing board, and a small bucket was placed on the ground, with surgical props thrown in the bucket.
There is an empty hospital bed in front of the window, but there are some life-sustaining equipment placed around the bed, including nutrition tubes, catheters, ECG measurement lines, ventilators...
In addition, there is a small shelf full of chemicals, including analgesics, hemolytic agents, antibiotics, saline and other drugs.
"Have you started painting now? But haven't you found the eraser yet, and there's no paint either."
"Isn't there an eraser? A hemolytic agent." Ah Le, the enthusiastic audience before, spoke again.
"What?"
Other viewers didn't understand either, but when someone finally understood, exclamation marks filled the comment area.
"!!!"
Abyss also gradually realized it, and his face instantly turned green.
