"Ah …" A hoarse moan came from behind the curtain. It should have come from the owner of the hand.
Generally speaking, if the protagonist of a horror movie encountered such a situation, it was very likely that he would be scared to the point of screaming, and his legs would give way and he would fall to the ground.
But Feng Bujue was very calm, and his reasoning did not stop for a moment.
"Left hand. The wrinkles on the back of the hand are obvious, and the fingernails are dry and thick. It looks like the hand of an old man, but the grip is amazing. The veins under the skin are bulging, and there are a lot of puncture marks near the veins. The skin is abnormally white, and there is a smell of formalin. It is not a coincidence that he was able to grab my wrist through the curtain. "
Brother Jue's eyes turned, and his mind raced.
At that moment, he had three plans in his mind. First, he would grab the folding knife and stab him. Second, he would twist his hand, pull the person out, and throw him over his shoulder. Third, he would open the curtain and take a look.
Considering that his current combat ability was no different from that of a normal person, Feng Bujue finally chose the safer method. So, he reached out his other hand (still holding the knife) and used his index finger and thumb to pinch the long curtain beside the bed and pulled it horizontally.
Buzz buzz …
The plastic ring at the top of the curtain rubbed against the iron bar and made a strange noise.
The person on the bed soon appeared in front of Feng Bujue.
Overall, it was an old man who looked like a mummy. He was lying on the bed on his back, wearing a light blue hospital gown. His skin was pale, and his whole body was stiff.
At first glance, Brother Jue knew that the person in front of him was most likely not a "living person". Because on the surface of the old man's body, there were hundreds of IV tubes.
The ends of the tubes were all connected to the wall above the bed, and there was a black liquid flowing in the tubes. The needles at the front of the IV tubes were all inserted into the old man's skin at a ninety-degree angle. The places where the needles were inserted were his forehead, neck, torso (through his clothes), soles of his feet, and so on. Not only were there tubes inserted in these places, but the most shocking thing was that … even his two eyeballs were inserted with infusion tubes … That was truly "painful to look at".
"Uh …" The old man grabbed Brother Jue's wrist and did not let go. He slowly turned his head. Although there were needles in both of his eyeballs, he still "looked" at Brother Jue and said with difficulty, "I'm so thirsty … I'm so thirsty …"
"Uncle." "Have you heard of the saying, 'One can take medicine but not an injection; one can take an injection but not a drip'? The World Health Organization has emphasized this many times … "
"I'm so thirsty …" The old man ignored him and continued his line.
Feng Bujue sighed and followed the NPC's routine. "Okay … I'll get you some water to drink."
"I want to drink … iced beer …" The old man replied.
"Uncle, have you heard of the saying, 'You need to work harder than you need to work harder'?" Feng Bujue asked, "In your condition, is it appropriate to drink alcohol?" He looked up at the wall above the bed. "Speaking of which … what is flowing into your body from the wall? Is it petroleum or coke? "
"Dr. Pepper …" The old man replied.
"Thank you for your hard work …" Feng Bujue's lips twitched as he mumbled.
(Dr. Pepper is the name of a soft drink. Its English name is Dr Pepper, also known as Peng Quan, Dr. Piper, etc. This drink has a large number of loyal fans around the world because of its unique taste. Its taste is very subtle. In South Park, it was parodied as "the drink for agnostics".)
"I want to drink … iced beer …" The old man repeated again.
"Okay, okay … I understand …" During the conversation, Feng Bujue kept trying to pull the old man's hand away, but to no avail. Therefore, he could basically conclude that this was a side mission that he had to accept once triggered. "I'll get it for you now."
"Thank … Thank you …" When the old man heard this, he let go of Brother Jue's wrist.
At the same time, the system prompted: [Side mission has been triggered.]
In the mission panel, a new line of instructions was added: [Buy a bottle of iced beer from the vending machine in the restaurant lobby and bring it to Mr. Harper in room 216.]
"Oh, you're Mr. Harper right …" Feng Bujue looked at the game menu and said to the old man in front of him, "Can you tell me how to get to the restaurant?"
"I'm so thirsty … So thirsty …" Harper ignored Brother Jue's question and moaned softly to himself.
"Hmm … Very good." Feng Bujue shook his wrist that was sore from the old man's grip and said with a shrug, "There are no hints at all. This is too damn interesting."
Even though he was forced to accept the side mission, Feng Bujue was still hesitant about whether to complete it or not.
"Theoretically speaking, if I stay in this room until dawn, won't I be able to clear the scenario?" Feng Bujue thought. "But based on the nature of this scenario, it probably won't allow me to stay in the same place for too long. Staying in the corridor for too long will attract Chad, so staying in the room for too long might attract other things as well … "
With that in mind, he walked to the second bed, the one next to Mr. Harper's.
This time, Feng Bujue pulled open the curtain without hesitation. However, there was nothing on the bed.
"Humph … Do you think I'll fall for that?" Brother Jue scoffed and took out his sunglasses.
In the next five minutes, he used his sunglasses and his naked eye to inspect every nook and cranny of the bed. He also flipped the bed sheet over and over, touching and smelling it. He almost put it in his mouth to taste it. Even after doing all that, he didn't stop there. He even used a folding knife to knock on the bed frame to see if there was a key or something like that hidden inside.
In the end, after spending a lot of energy and effort, he was one hundred percent sure that … this was just an empty bed used as decoration for the scenario.
"Okay, next." Brother Jue did not seem to mind. Even though he was doing something useless, he seemed to enjoy it.
"Hey, listen to me, man." Just as Feng Bujue was about to walk to the third bed, a voice suddenly came from behind him. It sounded like a middle-aged man's voice. "I'm here, behind you."
Feng Bujue turned around and looked in the direction of the voice. The voice came from the middle bed on the other side of the room. The bed was also tightly enclosed by a curtain.
"Are you calling me?" Brother Jue asked tentatively.
"That's right." The voice replied, "Can you come over for a moment?"
"Sure." Feng Bujue said as he tiptoed over. When he reached a certain distance, he suddenly stretched out his hand and quickly pulled open the curtain in front of the bed. Then, he shrunk back as fast as lightning.
"What are you doing?" The middle-aged man sitting on the bed looked at Brother Jue. His eyes seemed to say, "Is this kid crazy?"
Feng Bujue looked at the man from head to toe and immediately asked, "Uh... Are you a vampire?"
The reason he asked this question was because the other party's features were quite obvious. His face was basically the same as the classic vampire in Disney cartoons. White face, red lips, receding hair, sharp teeth, a thin face, and a cold temperament. If the man was wearing a suit and not a patient's garb, Brother Jue wouldn't have asked him about it …
"Hey, kid, do you know it's rude to ask that?" the vampire replied. "Are you a racist?"
"No, no... Forget it." Feng Bujue quickly shook his head.
"My name is Richard Sutherland. You can call me the Earl," the Earl said.
"Don't listen to his nonsense." Another sharp voice came from the bed on the Count's right, which was the bed directly opposite Mr. Harper. "He's not the Count."
"Shut up! You drunkard! "the Earl shouted to the side.
The voice called "drunkard" retorted, "The Earl has a castle! Do you have one? "
"This is nonsense!" the Earl retorted. "Who made this rule?"
"Anyway, it's like this!" the drunkard replied.
While the two of them were arguing, Feng Bujue had already moved a few steps to the side and pulled open the curtains by the drunkard's bed.
On the bed, there was a green-skinned, extremely short creature. He had a sharp nose, sharp ears, big eyes, and a big mouth. There was no doubt that he was a goblin. Moreover, he was wearing a hospital gown at this moment.
"What are you doing? Don't you know how to respect other people's privacy? "After the curtains were pulled open, the goblin shouted at Feng Bujue.
"Sorry... I didn't expect that someone who eavesdropped and joined in on other people's conversations would care about privacy." Feng Bujue used a strong point to refute the goblin.
"Uh..." The goblin was speechless.
"Haha..." the Earl laughed. "You're defeated! Victor, to think you would have such a day! "
"Oh... you're Victor?" Feng Bujue asked.
"It's the great Victor Ridwox!" Victor replied. "He's a well-known trading tycoon!"
"He's just smuggling all kinds of alcohol and firearms," the Count said.
"Shut up! You're a fake noble! "
"Shut up! You're a black-hearted speculator! "
The two of them started arguing again.
Feng Bujue sighed and watched for a while. When the two of them slowed down, he took the opportunity to ask the Earl, "So... why did you ask me to come here?"
"Oh, yes, yes." The Earl turned his head and replied, "Are you going to get beer for Harper? I want you to go to the blood bank and get some blood for me. It's best if it's Type B blood. I don't need much, two bags will do. "
"Ha?" Feng Bujue replied weakly, "If you want to suck blood... isn't there a ready-made goblin beside you?"
"Hey!" Victor immediately shouted in dissatisfaction.
"That's too barbaric. Sucking blood from living creatures is an animal behavior." The Earl looked at Brother Jue with a puzzled expression. "Young man, have you watched too many violent movies?"
"He... hehe..." Feng Bujue's mouth twitched as he laughed dryly. "In a sense, your answer reassured me."
"Oh! Oh yes, if you're going to the blood bank, help me bring something back, "Victor said." Yesterday, I lost a key. I think I lost it in the pediatric emergency consultation room on the first floor. If you can help me find it, I'll reward you handsomely! "
"No problem!" Feng Bujue agreed easily. Of the whole sentence that Victor said, the most important part was undeniably the last few words …
"I won't let you make a wasted trip," the Earl said. "Bring me the blood, and I'll give you something in exchange."
"Okay, okay." Feng Bujue had thought it through. Since he had to go out, he might as well accept more missions and collect the items before returning.
[Side Mission triggered.]
The system prompt appeared. Brother Jue had two new missions in his mission column.
[Obtain two bags of Type B blood from the blood bank and bring them to Earl Richard Sutherland in Ward 216.]
[Find Victor's key in the pediatric consultation room in Ward 1F and return it to Victor Ridwox in Ward 216.]
"Lastly … I have a question." Feng Bujue looked at the two of them and asked, "I see that both of your limbs are intact and unrestrained. Why don't you do it yourself?"
"I have cirrhosis of the liver and can't move around," Victor replied.
The Count's reply was even more straightforward. "Anemia."
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