I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game

"Ding, congratulations to the player for triggering the role-playing task!"

"Li Xiaoming is a child with a rich inner world. His interests are quite different from those of his peers. Besides tormenting little ducks and chicks, he also has a special fondness for stray kittens."

"He often sneaks into the infirmary during his free time in sports, steals Dr. Park's anesthetic needles, uses food to lure kittens, then hides in a small dark room to tie up the kittens' limbs, injects them with anesthetic, and begins his little hobby..."

"During the torment, the effect of the anesthetic only causes the kittens' pupils to tremble slightly. Their eyes, filled with fear yet helpless, make Li Xiaoming extremely excited, giving him immense satisfaction."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Players, please infiltrate the infirmary, steal Dr. Park's anesthetic needles, and leave the infirmary undetected to complete the task!"

"Completing the role-playing task can increase your role-playing degree, instance rating, and there's a certain probability of obtaining main storyline clues!"

Qin Nuo's expression was one of shock.

He had just mentioned that this instance might not have any tasks, and now one had been triggered immediately!

Hearing the task's narration, Qin Nuo felt a wave of exhaustion.

Now he had to steal anesthetic needles; would he have to catch and torment kittens next time?

Although Qin Nuo was usually ruthless with some ghosts, it was always because they were courting death first. Dissecting an innocent kitten was not something he could imagine doing.

But with such a character, he had to play the role, even if it made him cry.

He gently pushed open the door. The infirmary was quiet, with the smell of alcohol lingering in the air.

The setup was very simple, as were the medical instruments, mainly for treating common colds and fevers.

"Not here? Could I be this lucky?"

Qin Nuo thought. The infirmary wasn't big, and apart from a few partitions covered with white cloth, everything was visible at a glance.

Some human mannequins were piled in the corner, seemingly dismantled roughly, with clear signs of damage on the disassembled limbs.

A few mannequin heads still had hair, with dark red scabs and torn flesh faintly visible inside.

They didn't look fake.

They seemed like real human scalps had been ripped off and placed on the mannequins to increase realism.

Some closed drawers had blood seeping from the gaps, congealed for a long time, leaving the contents inside unknown.

"This Dr. Park doesn't seem like a normal doctor. Find the anesthetic needles and leave quickly; staying here feels like danger could strike at any moment."

Muttering to himself, Qin Nuo went to a medicine cabinet and quickly scanned the labels on each compartment.

After checking them all, he didn't find the word "anesthetic."

"Not here."

"By the way, wasn't Liao Chen sent to the infirmary after breaking an arm? Why isn't he here?"

Qin Nuo thought, his gaze falling on the two partitions covered by curtains.

He walked over and pulled open one of the curtains. With a swish, Qin Nuo's expression changed instantly.

Inside the partition was a hospital bed, with Liao Chen lying on it, tightly bound with tape, his mouth sealed.

His eyes were filled with deep fear, but upon seeing Qin Nuo, they turned to joy, and he desperately wriggled his body, making the bed creak.

Moreover, his right shoulder, where his dislocated arm used to be, was now missing, the stump unbandaged, bleeding profusely.

How did this guy end up like this?

Qin Nuo stepped forward and tore the tape off his mouth. Liao Chen gasped for air, unsure if it was from suffocation or pain, and hoarsely said, "Quick, help me get free! I need to escape this hellhole!"

"Weren't you here to get your arm back? How come it's gone?" Qin Nuo asked.

"Stop talking, Fing Hell, that guy is a lunatic! My arm was just dislocated, but he insisted it was useless and needed amputation. When I tried to run, he caught me and tied me up here."

Qin Nuo thought this guy was really unlucky. Ever since he got slapped by Huang Xia, nothing seemed to go right for him.

"Where is he now?"

"After tying me up, he wasn't satisfied with sawing off an arm. He said he needed to check other parts of my body and went out to get tools!"

"You saw those drawers outside, right? That guy is a pervert. Once someone is sent here, he finds an excuse to collect body parts."

"Stop wasting time and help me get free. He's coming back soon! I've had enough!"

Qin Nuo asked, "Do you know where the anesthetic needles are?"

Liao Chen recalled, "He injected my arm with anesthetic and put it in the drawer next to me."

"By the way, what are you doing in the infirmary?"

"I was worried about your injury, so I came to check on you." Qin Nuo went to the drawer, opened it, and indeed found two doses of anesthetic among the scattered items.

Hearing this, Liao Chen wanted to curse, "You can shut up now. If it weren't for you, would I be in this state?" But he held back.

Having obtained what he wanted, Qin Nuo pocketed the anesthetic and swiftly cut the tape binding Liao Chen with a scalpel.

Freed, Liao Chen immediately jumped off the bed, put on his clothes, and found a roll of bandages and a bottle of alcohol from the drawer. Without a word, he headed for the door.

However, just as he reached the door, the sound of footsteps came from outside the infirmary.

"Damn, he's back!" Liao Chen stopped in his tracks.

Qin Nuo looked around, finding no windows to escape through.

Then he saw Liao Chen pull out a pitch-black axe, surrounded by ghost aura, a ghost creature.

"Are you going to chop up that doctor?" Qin Nuo asked.

"A cornered dog will jump over the wall. That pervert wants to dissect me, and I'm supposed to lie there and let him?"

"Forget about role-playing for now. I've had enough of this instance. I'm boiling with rage. Let's kill this perverted doctor first and vent our anger!"

With that, he glanced back at Qin Nuo. "Let's team up and catch him off guard!"

Qin Nuo thought of his role-playing task, which required stealing the anesthetic needles without being discovered by the doctor.

Shaking his head, he said, "Not a wise move. I think hiding is a better option."

With that, he entered another partition covered by curtains.

"Coward, hiding is no different from waiting for death. If you won't do it, I'll do it alone!"

With that, Liao Chen held the axe in one hand, hiding by the door, tightly gripping the handle, holding his breath, eyes fixed on the doorknob.

At this moment, the footsteps outside stopped.

Then came the sound of the doorknob turning.

As the door was pushed open, a shadow holding a toolbox walked in.

At that moment, Liao Chen swung his sharp axe swiftly at the shadow's head, his face red with rage, twisted with ferocity: "Die!!"