This is a bizarre rule, isn't it? It's supposed to grant me many children and good fortune

Chapter 565 Don't Act Rashly

Nikolai frowned slightly: "Why are you so certain?"

Wasim couldn't help but chuckle: "Brother, take my advice. In this godforsaken place, you can count the number of reliable people on one hand. Brother Lin Feng's intuition is one of them."

"If you insist on asking why, then I can only tell you—it's not because of any bullshit scientific principles, it's because he's still alive today!"

Nikolai's lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but seeing Vassim's matter-of-fact expression, he simply pushed up his glasses.

"So what should we do next?" Nikolai turned to Lin Feng.

"Should we go investigate the broadcasting room? If we can find the source of the playback, we might be able to figure out how the song was triggered."

Lin Feng shook his head: "We still have a role to play to complete today, so I'm afraid we won't have a chance to go to the broadcasting room."

"Moreover, for a human to recklessly enter such a place is very likely just to send themselves to their death."

"We have to do something," Nikolai said, a hint of anxiety in his voice. "We can't just sit here and wait to die again tomorrow night."

Lin Feng did not answer immediately.

He already had a plan in mind—to quickly increase Su Wan's favorability.

Without Su Wan's help, these few outsiders probably wouldn't have even been able to get to the bottom of Yongshan Hospital's secrets.

But he didn't say it out loud for the time being; some plans are better kept in mind than made public.

"First, complete the role-playing task well," Lin Feng's voice steadied, "and survive."

Nikolai adjusted his glasses; his innate scientific rigor made him unwilling to let the stalemate drag on in vain: "But—"

Wasim had already gotten out of bed, and while putting on his coat, he advised, "Trusting Brother Lin Feng is absolutely the right thing to do!"

Nikolai watched Vassim's retreating figure, then glanced at Lin Feng's calm face, and finally relented: "...Alright."

The four of them got dressed, washed up quickly, and left the dormitory.

When they arrived on the ground floor, Evelyn was already waiting there.

Martha stood alone beside her, and it was clear at a glance that another member of their dormitory had been lost the night before; the atmosphere was oppressive and somber.

Wasim walked over, raised his left wrist to reveal the row of skull patterns on it: "Did you notice?"

Evelyn nodded, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing against her wrist:

"One of the skulls changed color; I saw it when I woke up this morning."

Lin Feng stepped forward and lowered his voice: "It should be a cyclical mechanism, only this time the cycle is longer—one cycle every two days."

Evelyn's gaze darkened: "This time the scene involves the entire hospital, and breaking through this impasse will likely be much more troublesome than the previous 'Eternal Throat Flight'."

"Stay calm first," Lin Feng said. "Play your role well, survive, and we'll see how things go."

Evelyn did not refute, but simply nodded slightly.

………………

The chosen ones arrived at the cafeteria entrance one after another and lined up in an orderly queue.

A moment later, Su Wan walked gracefully in with A Ying and A Que.

She was still dressed in a sharp trench coat and high heels, her posture upright, her aura cold and sharp, her every move exuding an unapproachable strength.

Su Wanqing's cold gaze slowly swept over the line of people, quietly counting their numbers.

After one night, only seventy-seven people remained in the arena. Compared to yesterday, a full fourteen Chosen Ones had been lost, and the atmosphere of deathly silence grew even stronger.

Her gaze lingered on Lin Feng's face for two seconds—not too long, not too short, just enough for him to feel the weight of her gaze—before looking away, she raised her voice:

"Congratulations to the 77 lucky winners, you have seen the sun again today."

A slight commotion arose in the crowd.

A moment later, a tall, thin man raised his hand: "Section Chief Su, there's a red mark on the skull on your wrist. What happened?"

Su Wan turned her head to look at him, a smile curving her lips, but the smile didn't reach her eyes:

"I can tell you, but at the cost of becoming a human specimen in this hospital."

The man's lips trembled, he withdrew his hand, and dared not utter another sound.

Su Wan withdrew her gaze, her tone returning to its usual calm: "Those who know they still have light to shine shouldn't try to steal it; they should step into the shadows."

The exact same code word as yesterday.

Those whose minds were not corrupted immediately understood the implied meaning and took a half step back in unison.

Only four people stood still, without moving an inch.

Lin Feng looked over.

The first is Jiri, a girl from the White Elephant Kingdom. The second is Kuroki Hideto from the Cherry Blossom Kingdom.

The third was an elderly man with gray hair, a slightly hunched back, and trembling fingers.

The fourth was a middle-aged fat man with a sallow complexion and sweat beaded on his forehead.

Su Wan raised her chin at them: "You four, stand at the very front."

The four men's faces paled instantly, but none of them dared to disobey. They walked stiffly to the front of the crowd and stood in a row.

Everyone had heavy dark circles under their eyes, the whites of their eyes had an unnatural waxy yellow tinge, their pupils were cloudy, and their vision was unfocused.

Su Wan calmly looked at the four people and slowly said, "Now you have two paths to choose from."

"First, I'll take one of your lives. One of the skull patterns on your wrists will immediately turn red."

"Second, go to the psychiatric ward and receive electroconvulsive therapy."

She paused, glanced at her watch, and said, "You have ten seconds. Ten, nine, eight..."

Gilly lowered her head, looking at the four gray skulls that remained on her wrist, her nails digging into her palms.

The image of Derek returning yesterday flashed through his mind—

The boxer, who was as strong as an ox, couldn't even walk steadily after being electrocuted.

With my body, which has been injected with hormones for several years, my bones are more brittle than normal people's, and my muscles are thinner. If I were to lie on that electroconvulsive therapy bed, I'm afraid I would just die instantly.

"I..." he gritted his teeth, "I choose to lose a life!"

The old man almost immediately followed suit, raising his hand in a hoarse voice:

"I also choose to lose one life. My old bones... can't take any more of this."

Su Wan glanced at them without making any comment, then turned to Kuroki Hidetoshi.

Hideto Kuroki is the president of the university detective club, and he often studies survival techniques for various extreme situations.

He had read about electroconvulsive therapy in his research—if done correctly, it could significantly reduce pain.

Simply hold your breath and tense all your muscles the moment the power is applied. Once the muscles are tensed in advance, the startle reflex will be partially canceled out, and the tremors caused by the current will be significantly reduced.

The current usually only lasts for 0.5 to 1 second. As long as you get through that moment, all that's left is a lingering tingling or numb sensation.

"I choose electroconvulsive therapy," Hideto Kuroki said firmly.

The middle-aged fat man next to him, who had been hesitating, clenched his fists tightly when he saw that Kuroki Hidetoshi had chosen electric shock.

"I...I choose electric shock too!"