I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 230 Dr. Kim (56)

After exiting the dream world, Miao Qingyu checked her phone's status and, confirming it was "Out of Control," had no choice but to re-enter.

Instead of going in directly, she took out a notebook from her pocket and began to read.

[My name is Miao Qingyu, I'm twenty-six years old, and I'm just an ordinary reporter. Previously, my partner Zhang Ai and I obtained an important lead on Ant Dali, but it doesn't seem to be enough to bring those guys down.]

Today, I'm going to investigate the legendary Tianyuan Mental Hospital, which supposedly houses patients even the committee fears. This undercover investigation is extremely dangerous, but it's my conscience as a journalist, and I will not back down.

If I die, I hope my successor will see this notebook and continue the exploration in my stead. Thank you.

As Miao Qingyu closed her notebook and was about to enter the hospital, she heard the driver call out from behind her, "Miao Qingyu, I'll ask you one more time, are you sure you don't need my help?"

Just as she was about to reply, Miao Qingyu noticed that an important option from the dream had appeared before her eyes.

Unlike the previous options, this one has no time limit, which should give her ample time to consider.

[Important Note: Your subsequent choices will affect the difficulty of the dream. Chapter Two has three different difficulties: Easy, Normal, and Hell. We recommend playing on Normal difficulty. Hell difficulty is only suitable for players familiar with this dream and possessing extremely strong willpower. Again, this is not a joke.]

If it weren't for that last sentence, Miao Qingyu would definitely have made up some excuse for her cowardice and then chosen the normal difficulty level.

But with that statement, she couldn't back out.

The viewers in the live stream, eager for more drama, chimed in one after another, saying things like, "Qingyu, I'm begging you, just choose hell."

Yes, I've never asked anyone for help in my life, but I feel like that hell looks especially suitable for you.

Don't you think only hell is suitable for a fearless player like you?

Looking at the audience members who seemed eager to make her happy, Miao Qingyu knew she had no choice now.

The type of industry cultivates the type of audience, and the type of audience cultivates the type of streamer.

As a streamer who has just jumped into the high-priced, excellent dream track, Miao Qingyu knows that anything can fall apart in this track, but the image of a master cannot be ruined.

She had just gained entry into the ranks of near-masters through the first chapter of "Out of Control," and now she had to reinforce this impression on others and couldn't afford to falter at this crucial moment.

Taking a deep breath, she smiled and said, "Even if you didn't tell me, I was going to choose that hell. Watch closely, this is how 'Out of Control' is played!"

[Sister Yu is so cool!]

[Sister Yu is awesome!]

[Sister Yu's crotch is wide enough for a horse to run between!]

Supported by others, Miao Qingyu chose the Hell difficulty level, and then saw a hint of pity in the eyes of the driver in front of her.

Shaking his head and sighing, he took out a cell phone and handed it to Miao Qingyu.

The phone is an old-fashioned flip phone with a small mana pool, but its advantage is that it can be disassembled and replaced.

“This is my old phone. It can record video and provide light. Use it to gather evidence.”

Looking at the driver, Miao Qingyu felt a little flustered even before she started.

But with tens of thousands of people watching, she could only force a smile and walk toward the huge hospital in front of her.

The last time she went to the hospital, she went with her dad to sell blood. Her dad's rare blood type sold for a good price, just enough to cover her sister's tuition.

With the remaining money, the family of four sat by the roadside and ate a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger). The roujiamo soaked in meat gravy was delicious.

Because she never had a good impression of hospitals, Miao Qingyu didn't really like them, and now she felt a little scared when she saw one. As she approached the hospital entrance, she saw the door suddenly pulled open, and a tall man with a sinister gaze appeared in the doorway, his hair only a few centimeters from the ceiling.

He was wearing a mask and a white coat, the brand-new white coat looking more like a shirt on him, which seemed somewhat out of place.

Looking at the tall man, Miao Qingyu swallowed hard, feeling as if he was about to kill her at any moment.

Unexpectedly, the other person looked down at him and gave him a bright smile, then said with a smile, "Are you Reporter Miao? We've been waiting for you for a long time. I'm a doctor here, you can call me Dr. Jin."

The other party's friendliness relieved Miao Qingyu, making her feel that the dream wasn't so terrifying after all.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. We're all cultivators, and some of us even have a Dao heart. No matter how terrifying it is, it can't be more terrifying than failing an exam. I was just scaring myself before.

Walking ahead, Dr. Jin said as he walked, "When we heard that a reporter was coming to interview us, our director was very excited, thinking it was a good opportunity to improve our image. People outside have always had some misunderstandings about our mental hospital, thinking that we are all crazy, that we are all violent or that we can bewitch people. Actually, we are not that scary. The people here are all pitiful, like that one you see."

Following the other person's directions, Miao Qingyu saw a patient looking at his watch.

Once he realized it was exactly punctual, he started banging his head against the wall, making a sound like a cuckoo with each bang, and soon he had created a shallow dent in the wall.

“That patient accidentally broke the company clock and was fired as a result. He couldn’t accept it and kept thinking that he should just pay for a new clock for the company. But that big clock was too expensive for him to afford. So he started working as the company’s clock replacement until he could afford to pay for it.”

"That sounds quite logical."

“I think so too,” Dr. Jin said with a smile, while carefully tugging at his white coat to cover his lower body.

Pulling Miao Qingyu along, he continued forward, pointing to a student who was speaking eloquently, and said, "That's a veteran test taker. He's been taking the college entrance exam for eighteen years, and he's even had a child."

"You failed the exam before, so you got in?"

"No, I got accepted, but I got so excited when I saw the acceptance letter that I went crazy. I was finally brought back to my senses, but then I went crazy again after I found out that the university admission period had passed. This time I couldn't be saved."

As they walked and talked, Miao Qingyu felt that this place was more normal than she had imagined.

As it was lunchtime, Dr. Jin led Miao Qingyu into the hospital cafeteria deep inside. After asking Miao Qingyu to sit down, he said with a smile, "Tonight's dinner is beef meatballs. My cooking skills are amazing. You'll see after you eat them. I'm even planning to use this skill to get a wife."

"Thank you very much. But Dr. Kim, why were you the one cooking? Where were the others?"

"We're having a meeting with the dean. Okay, sit down and don't wander off."

Sitting on a chair in the cafeteria, Miao Qingyu idly flipped through her notes, waiting for her big meal.

However, she waited for a long time but Dr. Kim did not return.

She stood up and walked towards the kitchen to see why Dr. Kim hadn't returned yet, and then she saw something lying on the ceiling.

The faceless corpse stared straight at him, a blood-stained work ID hanging on its chest, bearing the corpse's name: Kim Sam.

If this corpse is Dr. Kim, then who was the person who had been showing him around the hospital?
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The sound of something hitting the ground rang out.

Slowly turning her head, she saw "Dr. Kim" squat down, pick up the face skin that had fallen to the ground, and then stick it to her own face.

Numerous granulation tissue gushed from the wound seams, merging the face back into his head.

He casually picked up a kitchen knife from the side and said with a smile, "Didn't I tell you not to run around? But it's okay, you've already met my family, and from now on, you should become our family too."

After saying that, the handle of the cleaver slashed down, causing Miao Qingyu to fall to the ground.

(End of this chapter)