Xin Zhixia lowered her eyes and stared at the folder.
He looked at it very carefully, as if he could peer into a hole.
There are so many thoughts inside.
While the alarm bells were ringing crazily, I was reflecting on myself secretly.
"This folder is exactly the same as what she saw in the hands of the NPC doctor on the first floor."
There are three possibilities.
The first is that I am too suspicious and it just happens that the folders are the same.
The second one is the NPC doctor holding the test report of one of the patients.
The third type is that the NPC doctor is pretended by the player, who not only figures out the gameplay first, but also gets the information first for actual operation.
That person was walking in front of many players.
At the very least, he must be walking in front of her.
Xin Zhixia chuckled and walked quickly towards the lounge.
Stop extending your thinking and waste time thinking about several scenarios of this third possibility.
When Xin Zhixia came to the door of the lounge again, holding the needle tightly in her hand, she tentatively opened the door.
I looked inside and saw no one, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
She had looked around on the way here, just in case.
If there's no one hiding in the lounge, then there's really no one around.
Sure enough, due to time constraints and his own operations, the players inside chose to leave after changing their clothes.
Xin Zhixia carefully swept around and closed the door. She followed the example of the previous player and used a chair to block the door.
The lounge occupies a small area compared to the scene, and is located in the corner of the third floor.
After entering the door, you can see two rows of cabinets standing neatly against the wall.
She glanced around and saw ten wardrobes on each side.
Xin Zhixia walked inside and opened the second-to-last cabinet on the right.
People are accustomed to paying more attention to the left side. At the same time, when they are uncertain, they feel that the middle option is safer.
It's like a compromise effect when consumers make decisions.
With identical cabinets arranged like this, it is easy for people to make unconscious choices.
Xin Zhixia planned to avoid the actions these people would subconsciously perform.
Sure enough, there were clothes for NPC doctors in the cabinet, as well as clothes for patients.
She held the cabinet door tightly, and she was sure that this operation was allowed by Xiao Yu.
Because it doesn't make sense that doctors' and patients' clothes would be kept in the same cabinet.
Xin Zhixia didn't waste any time and quickly changed her clothes.
Then, without saying a word, he opened all the cabinet doors and looked through them.
"There are advantages to being late."
I confirmed that including what I was wearing, four sets of doctor's clothes were not in the cabinet.
Xin Zhixia couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips.
Especially when she discovered that the clothes in the third cabinet from the bottom on the right had disappeared, she even laughed with excitement.
Restore the "crime scene" intact.
Xin Zhixia looked around and found that there was no work badge worn by the NPC doctor.
There was only a thick stack of papers on the work table next to him.
When I walked forward, I saw the words above: General Hospital - Abandoned Materials.
Xin Zhixia raised her eyebrows, feeling relieved.
He picked up a few pieces of paper, mixed them with the folders, held them in his arms, and walked out.
The goal is clear and directed towards all active NPCs.
However, there were very few NPCs coming and going on the third floor. Yuanyuan only saw one person at the end of the left and right sides.
Xin Zhixia looked at the NPC's back and weighed it in her heart.
Make sure the NPC's movements are natural, and then rush straight towards one of the NPCs.
Xin Zhixia breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the NPC doctor's work badge was indeed hung around his neck.
Afterwards, there was no intention of exchanging too much greetings, and he just asked two questions in succession.
"Excuse me, where is the work card of the Love Brain doctor on the third floor? Where are the test reports of obsessive-compulsive disorder patients?"
The NPC doctor didn't find it rude and just answered dutifully: "The work badge is in office 302, and the inspection report is on the second floor."
After receiving the answer, Xin Zhixia nodded and then asked: "Where exactly are the test reports of obsessive-compulsive disorder patients on the second floor?"
"Laboratory."
As soon as she finished speaking, Xin Zhixia rushed straight ahead to Office 302, not forgetting to thank her politely.
"Thanks."
It's just that compared to the dramatist-style answers in the past, it's obviously a lot more perfunctory.
Entering Office 302, Xin Zhixia repeated his old tricks.
When I came to the desk and opened the drawer, I didn't see the expected work card.
Tilt your head and look around.
Then when she saw what appeared to be a card sleeve that was covered in the corner of the table, with only a corner exposed, Xin Zhixia was speechless and choked.
Taking out the card holder, the familiar system prompt sounded.
[The identity of the game player has been identified: Love Brain Patient. 】
Xin Zhixia didn't care and took out the work card.
The moment I saw the picture, I was so surprised that my heart skipped a beat unconsciously.
The photo on the work badge is not the man's face, but half profile with his head slightly tilted.
His black hair was a little scattered, and he was looking at something intently at this moment, his eyes showing some coldness and alienation, and the sun shining on the gold-rimmed mirror frame brought a touch of warmth.
This man is Phytophaga.
After three copies, we really met again.
However, even when she saw a reasonable acquaintance, Xin Zhixia's expression was not very happy, it could be said to be extremely awkward.
He immediately frowned and began to think about the situation in front of him.
Then he shook his head and chose to give up the temporarily useless thinking. He curled his hands slightly and his eyes were a little fiery.
Before she said angrily, "We must win this time," she took a closer look.
It was discovered that the background behind the Phytolacca captured was the hospital building.
Xin Zhixia's eyes were sharp, she clenched her fists on the spot and laughed, "Is this the biological son of Dead Space? Why are the starting lines different?"
Yes, she was still climbing the mountain when the portraits were collected.
And someone is already in the hospital scene.
Before she could retract her sneer, the next second she noticed a line of small text at the bottom of the photo.
Hold the work card close and squint your eyes to examine it carefully.
I found that at the bottom of the photo, Dead Space added a small line of notes very funny.
(The picture has been specially processed and the specular reflection problem has been eliminated.)
Xin Zhixia tilted her head, "???"
Then he raised his eyes to the ceiling and asked, "If you have time to help him with photoshop, can't you remove my stupid hair?"
Immediately afterwards, she saw the work sign disappear in front of her eyes.
Silence is tonight...
Xin Zhixia took a deep breath and regained her senses.
No wonder, she found the photo a little weird.
It turned out that the sun was shining on the frame, but the lenses did not reflect the light and block my eyes.
Xin Zhixia gathered her thoughts and shook her head.
Now thanks to her, the Love Brain duo is in a relatively secure situation.
At least, no one can confirm the identity of the two people with work tags and inspection reports.
The two of them will not be eliminated by patients with other diseases.
At the same time, he could only be eliminated by other doctors with two needles.
Thinking of this, Xin Zhixia sneered slightly and said with a hint of dissatisfaction: "Isn't this Phytophthora glutinosa just showing off?"
Inspection reports and work tags for defenseless patients to find.
He really isn't afraid of being eliminated all at once.
Then he seemed to think of something and asked himself, "Oh, not necessarily."
