Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 364 Death (22) ( words today)

Foreknowledge.

car accident.

explosion.

destroy.

Meteorite!

Superman
Superman on a broom!!!
"Run away!!!"

Kimberly jerked herself up into a sitting position, screaming and gasping for air.

Experiencing car accidents, explosions, and even meteorite strikes caused her to temporarily lose her ability to think.

After a moment, she regained her senses and looked around.

Desolate and dry, with vast expanses of loess and sandstone, and an endless Gobi Desert.

The terrain doesn't look like Florida. Where am I?

who I am.

where am I.

Her memory began to return.

Strange premonitions, a series of car accidents, and—

Superman on a broom!
"woke up?"

An oriental woman who was so beautiful that she didn't look real walked up to her.

"Who are you? Where am I?" Kimberly felt dizzy and wondered if this was a dream before she died.

Zhan Lan's eyes lit up: "Miss Kimberly, you have met the god of death."

"Simply put, there's destiny in this world. Life and death are predetermined. You should have died in that car accident just now."

"But you escaped the destined death and brought a group of people to escape death." Zhan Lan smiled.

Kimberly found that there were more than a dozen men and women lying around her, all of whom were people she had stopped by crossing the car.

"Now, you are being targeted by the god of death. It will use every possible means to kill you and restore the fate of death." Zhan Lan looked directly at Kimberly.

"grim Reaper?"

Kimberly's eyes gradually lost focus, and the doubts in her heart gradually subsided.

She felt that she had great trust in the beautiful oriental woman in front of her.

Just like trusting your mother.

"Look." Zhan Lan pointed to the sky and Kimberly looked up.

A small dot slowly enlarged in the field of vision, as if something was falling from a high altitude.

When I looked clearly, it turned out to be a huge refrigerator falling at a high speed.

boom!
The power of a refrigerator falling from a high altitude is undoubtedly equivalent to that of a bomb.

If you are hit, you will definitely die, and the death will be very ugly.

But under the guidance of an invisible force, the refrigerator fell on the sand a hundred meters away from them and shattered into pieces.

"This is the first wave." Zhan Lan said without surprise.

Before Kimberly could react, several poisonous snakes suddenly jumped out from the sand.

But again, under the protection of the invisible force, the poisonous snake was directly squeezed into a ball of flesh and blood.

"Is this the Grim Reaper?" Kimberly said in horror.

"That's right. If you want to live, you must trust us unconditionally." Zhan Lan stared into Kimberly's eyes, with a strange color flashing in his eyes.

Kimberly's pupils dilated slightly, the thought deeply embedded in her mind.

She nodded slowly, "Understood ma'am. I will obey all your instructions."

"Zhan Lan is good. She is becoming more and more proficient in mental control. Look at those characters in the plot, they are completely controlled by her." Zhang Jie pointed at the dozen or so survivors who were sitting together like quails.

When doing a protection mission, the most feared thing is that the characters in the plot will not cooperate. I have to explain and pay attention to their safety at all times.

If you happen to meet a few stupid people who are determined to go against you, it could easily cause big problems.

In the past, the Reincarnators often used guns to threaten the characters in the plot, but this kind of control was very unstable. Now the Zhongzhou team does not need to be so rough.

If you can use mental control, then do it; it will save you a lot of trouble.

Zhang Jie's telekinesis covered an area within a radius of one kilometer.

He also imagined a thick steel plate being driven deep into the ground to prevent the Grim Reaper from creating land subsidence or quicksand traps.

From the air to the underground, a spherical protection with no blind spots is formed.

So far, he has neutralized hundreds of attacks from the Grim Reaper.

"Protect Kimberly and the other 12 survivors until the Reaper's attack ends. For every survivor, everyone will be rewarded 100 points."

"If all survivors survive, they will all be rewarded with a C-rank side story and 1500 points."

Zheng Zha looked at the task prompt on the Lord God's watch and was a little confused.

"This side story is a must-win, right? I feel like the difficulty doesn't match the reward."

"First of all, everyone must survive." Zhuang Boshi hid under a tent, drinking beer and eating skewers.

"God knows how long the Death God will attack. If it doesn't stop, then we have to protect them until the end of the story."

"It's a full 180 days. Even if everyone survives, you'll only get a C in the end, which is over 2,000 bonus points."

"The mission isn't difficult, but it is truly annoying. If something unexpected happens in the middle, all our efforts will be wasted."

"That's true." Zheng Zha also picked up a can of beer and drank it in gulps.

"Well, do you see anything?"

Zhuang Boshi rubbed his brow and said, "I only noticed some details."

"The moment the Grim Reaper attacks, the malice will instantly increase a lot."

"Malice?" Zheng Zha scratched his head. "Does the God of Death have consciousness?"

"Not really." Zhuang Boshi shook his head.

Zhu Wen added, "The curse of death is very mechanical. According to its attack order, when it comes to the person who dies, the death energy in that person will suddenly surge."

"But the other survivors had almost no death energy, much less than normal people. It seemed as if they could live a long and peaceful life."

"If the attack survives, the death energy from that person will suddenly disappear."

"This is really strange. Can the curse be transferred so quickly without leaving any trace?"

"Only killing one person at a time, the God of Death is really particular." Cheng Xiao complained.

His chair and tent had been broken many times by the Grim Reaper just now.

For some reason, the tent covered his face, wrapping around his mouth and nose, making it impossible for him to breathe.

When he was sitting comfortably, the stool suddenly broke, and he sat down on an iron skewer that had been stuck in the ground at some point, and he almost lost his anus.

The attacks of the Grim Reaper are truly bizarre and pervasive.

Of course, even if Cheng Xiao’s mouth and nose were blocked with tent cloth for an hour, he would not suffocate.

As for being stabbed in the butt with an iron skewer, it is more humiliating than harmful.

Zhuang Boshi was also a little puzzled: "Although I can see that everyone is connected to the curse line."

"But this curse is so strange. It doesn't contain any resentment or hatred at all."

"It's just a pure killing mechanism, pure malice, as if the Grim Reaper is there just to punch the clock."

Zhuang Boshi has seen various evil spirits such as Kayako and Sadako in The Grudge, various undead demons in The Mummy, and even various monsters and demons in the subspace.

I have seen a lot, but I have never seen such a "Grim Reaper".

Simple, mechanical, and inflexible. Even though he knew that a small accident could not kill the Zhongzhou team, he still persevered.

It feels like I have absolutely no self-will or subjective likes or dislikes.

"Then why is there a death notice?" Zheng Zha asked a question.

"Every movie begins with an escape triggered by a death announcement."

"Could it be that the God of Death is so kind that he randomly selects a lucky person to escape before killing you, and then deliberately hunts them down one by one?"

"Are you too busy?"

Zhuang Boshi couldn't figure out this question. He glanced at Chu Xuan who was reading a children's book and sighed.

If Chu Xuan were to return to normal now, he would surely be able to immediately analyze the origin and mechanism of the Grim Reaper, and there would be no need for us brothers to ponder over it.

He could only bite the bullet and pick up the image of a wise man again: "I guess there may be two forces checking and balancing each other."

"One is the god of death. It is the one that creates large-scale accidental disasters and reaps lives."

After all, in several movies, many accidents were disasters created by the god of death in order to clean up the survivors.

For example, the plane crash at the beginning of the first part was a disaster created by the god of death in order to kill the survivors of the fifth part.

The other movies didn't say it explicitly, but whether it was the roller coaster out of control at the beginning, the racing accident or the broken bridge, they were all very deliberate accidents.

The series of coincidental accidents and the mass killings seemed like the work of the god of death.

It is very likely that every time the god of death creates a large-scale accident, a group of lucky people will be born who escape death.

In order to kill those lucky ones, the Grim Reaper will create a large-scale disaster.

And so on and on.

"We still have to go to that mental hospital and take a look." Zhuang Boshi stood up.

"Doctor, the young man you brought back from the scene has woken up." Na'er walked over and whispered.

Zhuang Boshi nodded slightly. He noticed at first glance that the man had two different curse lines on his body.

He is also an unlucky child.

One is the god of death, so what is the other one?

Are there other strange curses in this world?
"I'm Jimmy Ashen," the young man said tremblingly, wrapped in a blanket. "I was planning to return to my hometown of Ravenfield from New York, but I didn't expect to get into this car accident."

"Have you encountered anything strange recently?" Zhang Jie asked.

He had already used mental suggestion to control the young man, saving a lot of trouble.

"My girlfriend died. She had an accident and my father asked me to go home." Jamie covered his face and said in pain.

"I don't know, I don't know why this happened to me."

Jamie Ashen.

Ravenfield.

Zhuang Boshi immediately became interested, his mind raced, and he quickly filtered through the information accumulated in his mind.

The conclusion was quickly reached.

Movie, dead silence.

Puppeteer Mary Shaw kidnapped children and was killed by townspeople. After becoming a ghost, she took revenge on the Ashen family. Even though Jamie was brave and resourceful enough, he was still killed in the end.

In the last scene of the movie, Jamie discovered in his hometown that his father had died a long time ago and was also a puppet. He let out a desperate scream and was killed by Mary Shaw. This desperate ending cast a huge shadow on his young mind at the time.

It seems that this world is not just a world where death comes.

It is a comprehensive world of ghosts.

Dr. Zhuang scratched his chin and let his thoughts wander.

Since Mary Shaw exists, there might be ghost mirrors, ghost nuns, necromancers, ghosts playing with people, and other evil spirits on the North American continent.

However, if they still had the same fighting power as in the original movie, they would not be a threat.

Even if the real devil comes, the Zhongzhou team will be able to defeat him.

Or is this the deflection state? The strength of those American and terrifying ghosts has increased rapidly.

But looking at the relatively peaceful social order at present, it doesn't seem like there are powerful evil spirits causing chaos and wreaking havoc on the world.

Could it be that the forces of evil, Lucifer, or American Gods, the positive forces, are able to suppress the strange and evil spirits.

Another guess is, could it be that the underlying logic of this world is the cabin in the woods, or the Titans destroying the world?

This is indeed possible.

The original novel of The Cabin in the Woods imprisoned so many monsters and evil spirits underground, all of which were inspired by classic horror IPs.

Could it be that in the end, we will fight against the bugs in the void?

That's too difficult. Even the sage Zheng Zha can only choose to eliminate all the parasitic reincarnations.

Now the Zhongzhou team has no chance of winning against the bugs in the void.

Zhuang Boshi calmed down and said to Zhang Jie, "Brother Jie, why don't you go with my sister-in-law? I have to go to the mental hospital."

"The only way that evil spirit can kill is to rip out someone's tongue when their mouth is open."

"Theoretically speaking, as long as you keep your mouth shut, the evil spirit won't be able to do anything to you."

"No problem, kid, lead the way." Zhang Jie was already familiar with Zhuang Boshi's ability to foresee the future as if he had read a script, and patted Jamie, who looked a little confused.

Zhang Jie now has a second-level gene lock, dual A-level telekinesis and A-level fantasy materialization.

Her strength is no less than that of Cheng Xiao and Ming Yanwei. Even if Mary Shaw is ten times stronger, Zhang Jie will find it easy to deal with her.

Besides, there is Na'er, the divine magician, to assist.
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St. Elizabeth's Mental Hospital.

"This clock is not accurate." Zhuang Boshi stood in front of a wall clock, staring at the old-fashioned clock with a strange expression.

"Is there?" Zhu Wen took a look and didn't find anything unusual.

A bald white doctor was in charge of receiving them. He handed an application form to Zhuang Boshi, looking slightly impatient but helpless.

"Are you sure you want to go visit Claire? We have other better interview subjects here?"

"We want to know some relevant information about the crashed flight. Thank you, Dr. Bill." Zhuang Boshi nodded and glanced at the work ID on his chest.

The bald doctor sighed and said, "Come on, I'll take you there."

Zhuang Boshi and Zhu Wen followed the doctor deeper into the hospital.

Unlike the dark and gloomy general mental hospitals, this hospital is very modern, with clean windows and bright lights. There is also a large garden for patients to relax.

It’s not that heartwarming, but at least it’s very popular. Not all patients suffer from bipolar disorder, but most of them are very peaceful and normal.

There were also many family members accompanying the patients, and they looked very normal.

The hospital corridors were bustling with people coming and going, unlike the traditional mental hospitals that are the best filming locations for horror movies.

But the doors and windows on both sides are all white, which is a bit painful to the eyes.

Zhu Wen, wearing cosmetic contact lenses, was observing the entire hospital.

The three of them walked down a staircase and arrived in front of a door. The doctor took out a tray and warned, "This patient has special requirements for visitors. No sharp objects are allowed."

"Yes, all of them." He pointed at the pendants on the two people.

"understood."

Zhuang Boshi directly placed a roll of US dollars on the tray.

The doctor was stunned, and quickly and skillfully put away the tray. The impatient expression on his face suddenly became very kind.

"The hospital's visiting hours are only fifteen minutes, but since you're coming from Florida, you can stay for half an hour."

The bald doctor grabbed the US dollars and turned away happily.

"Thank you, Dr. Sheldon." Seeing him leaving, Zhuang Boshi suddenly spoke and called out to him.

"Ok?"

The bald doctor turned his head when he heard the voice and looked at him in confusion.

After a moment, he frowned.

"Sir, did you call me the wrong name?"

"Really? Sorry, I remembered your name wrong, Dr. Bill." Zhuang Boshi said with a smile.

But your work ID clearly shows a young Asian man with short hair named Sheldon.

Looking at the white coat disappearing into the stairwell, Zhuang Boshi turned around and asked in a low voice, "How is it?"

Zhu Wen looked around in surprise: "There's a faint air of death, but this is a hospital, it's normal."

"I didn't notice anything strange."

"Yeah."

Zhuang Boshi suddenly opened his third eye, glanced at Zhu Wen, and then closed it as if nothing had happened.

"Let's go and meet the survivor lady from the first episode."

Zhuang Boshi took the initiative to open the door.

A young girl with long dark blond hair squatted in the corner, staring blankly at the TV on the wall.

"Claire, we are here to see you about something related to the god of death." Zhu Wen said softly.

"Death, has it appeared again?" Claire said with a deadly look on her face.

Zhuang Boshi could clearly see a dark curse line attached to her body, which passed through the ceiling and disappeared into the air.

Unlike the bloody curse on other survivors, this curse line is very dim and seems to have been dormant for a long time.

The curse of death did not disappear, it was just suppressed.

So, it wasn't that Claire hid in the room to protect herself.

But the mental hospital has a more powerful terror that suppresses the curse of death.

what!
interesting.

"Claire, why did you choose this mental hospital?" Zhuang Boshi asked directly.

"Why?" Claire asked confusedly, "The coroner told me. He said that here, we can escape the pursuit of death."

"But this is not the Garden of Eden!" She widened her bloodshot eyes and looked at the two of them.

"Once you come in, you can never get out!"

"Really?" Zhuang Boshi smiled.

"One last question, Claire, do you remember how you got in here?"

Claire was stunned for a moment. She asked hastily, "Do you really think I'm mentally ill?"

"How could I not remember!"

"How could I not remember?"

Claire's face became increasingly ugly. She grabbed her hair and banged her head against the wall, muttering, "How did I get in?"

"How did I get in?"

"I can't remember, I can't remember!"

Seeing Claire, she has fallen into a state of madness and really looks like a mental patient.

Zhuang Boshi's manual therapy put her into a baby-like sleep.

At the same time, he injected a trace of true energy into her body to help her maintain her mental state.

"Let's go. It seems we can't get anything out of him." After doing all this, Zhuang Boshi clapped his hands, opened the door and walked out.

Zhu Wen hurriedly followed, somewhat anxiously: "Captain, Claire's memory is problematic. Shouldn't we follow this lead?"

"Are you leaving just like that?"

"St. Elizabeth's Hospital is fine, so the one with the problem must be Claire. We should get her out."

"Is this normal?" Zhuang Boshi walked to the door of a room.

I peeked inside and saw an old man sleeping.

His eyes flashed slightly, and then he continued to walk out as if nothing had happened.

"Zhu Wen, let me share with you an experience from the supernatural world."

"In the spiritual world, the greatest abnormality is normality."

"When you feel like everything around you is normal and you've exhausted all your efforts to find no problems, think carefully about whether your perception is—"

"Something went wrong."

"I am the abnormal one."

Zhu Wen was stunned when she heard this.

Her face changed horribly.

Yes.

Why didn't I notice any problem at all? Why did I subconsciously think that the hospital was very normal?

A chill rushed from the top of her head to her feet, and the hairs on her body stood on end.

Zhu Wen hurried forward and followed Zhuang Boshi closely, not daring to miss a step.

"Team Captain, I, I, I, what's wrong?"

"It's not a big problem. Don't be nervous. It's just some cognitive interference methods." Zhuang Boshi said easily.

Zhu Wen relaxed a little: "So what should we do? Continue exploring?"

She was unlucky and played in high-end games as soon as she entered Zhongzhou. Although she was a reincarnation with a second-level gene lock in the double B-level side story, she still lacked a lot of experience and sometimes looked at things from the perspective of an ordinary person.

Zhuang Boshi said, "Of course I can't see anything now. Let's come back and take a look tonight."

"By then, everything might be different."

Zhuang Boshi took Zhu Wen out of the hospital and walked to the busy street. He looked back.

It is still a very normal mental hospital.

The hospital did not prevent them from leaving, nor did it attack them to intimidate them, nor did it place any curses on them.

He turned around, smiled and said to the frightened Zhu Wen, "Don't be afraid."

"The owner of this hospital has no ill will towards us."

In a deep basement of a mental hospital, a dim oil lamp illuminates an altar.

On the altar in the middle was placed an old, twisted, dark golden coffin.

The coffin lid had been removed, revealing the dried-up body of a child who had been dead for many years.

The withered skin was like degenerate bark wrapped around the skeleton, the messy hair without any luster was scattered, the empty eye sockets, the wide-open mouth, it was scary and dirty.

Blood seeped into the walls of the coffin like a stream, soaking the entire body of the corpse.

The skin of the corpse in the part soaked with blood also showed a smooth, delicate and healthy luster.

There were seven stone beds surrounding the altar, and on each bed lay a sleeping person.

Their hands and feet were pierced by dark golden spikes.

The blood flowed through the grooves on the stone bed and eventually flowed into the sarcophagus.

Most of those people were pale, breathing weakly, and their eyelids and expressions were twitching frequently, as if they were trapped in a horrible nightmare.

In the outer circle of the seven stone beds, there were dozens of corpses that had completely lost blood and dried up.

A haggard old man sat on an old wooden chair, carefully turning a map that seemed to be made of some kind of leather.

It was a map of a mental hospital, with many names moving, appearing, and disappearing on the map.

In the upper left corner, it says St. Elizabeth's Mental Hospital.

His pair of dark and turbid scary eyes stared at the two Oriental names like a ghost.

Suddenly, a bloody hole appeared on the chest of the corpse lying in the sarcophagus, and dirty blood flowed out. The corpse suddenly began to struggle desperately and let out a terrifying roar like a wounded beast.

The corpse opened its eyes instantly and rushed towards the old man's back.

On the hospital bed, the old man who was originally drowsy slowly opened his eyes, as if he had just had a short dream, a nightmare that he could not remember clearly.

He hadn't had this kind of dream for a long time, so he turned over and continued to sleep.

However, his breathing was steadier than before.

(End of this chapter)