I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game

Worried that Granny might find her grandsons sleeping too soundly, Qin Nuo led the child and Meng away from the first floor.

As they headed back upstairs, Qin Nuo took out a puzzle piece, keeping an eye on the direction the sparks were drifting, and asked Meng, "Have you remembered anything?"

Meng, holding a music box and still immersed in joy, thought for a moment and shook her head.

Qin Nuo was a bit puzzled. "Do you remember how you came to this hospital?"

Meng replied, "Since I can remember, I've been in this hospital."

"I don't like the daytime; I prefer the night. The night is quiet and beautiful, so I always dance in the corridor with my music box. That's my happiest time."

"What about your family?"

"I don't remember."

"Friends?"

Qin Nuo thought to himself that this amnesia was quite severe, forgetting everyone around her. But then again, it wasn't surprising, considering this was a mental hospital.

Still, he was a bit perplexed.

This girl wandered around so freely every night; didn't the nuns care?

As he pondered, footsteps echoed down the hallway.

Then, a light appeared at the stairway.

Lan Yan and the blond man heard voices coming from downstairs, took out their ghost creatures warily, and then saw Qin Nuo coming up with an oil lamp.

On his shoulder sat a child, and beside him was a little girl in a white dress.

Ignoring their astonished expressions, Qin Nuo asked, "Weren't we supposed to act separately? Why are you two always together?"

Lan Yan and the blond man didn't respond but instead focused intently on Meng and the child. In an instant, they realized these were two ghosts.

Especially the child on the shoulder, who gave them immense pressure.

This was a Horror Level ghost!

The child was playing a game, ignoring Lan Yan and the blond man.

Meng asked Qin Nuo, "Brother, are these your friends?"

"Sort of."

The blond man asked in a low voice, "What's going on here?"

"This is my buddy, joining me for tonight's action," Qin Nuo said calmly.

"Brother, you said you were bullied, was it these two?" The child put down the game console, blinking with a hostile look.

His gaze fell on Lan Yan and the blond man, whose expressions changed, and they instinctively took a step back.

Qin Nuo shook his head and explained on their behalf.

"Is this your patient?" Lan Yan asked.

Before he could answer, the child interjected with a pout, "What patient? We're brothers!"

Lan Yan and the blond man instantly understood the situation.

This guy actually found a ghost to be his bodyguard!

And a Horror Level ghost at that.

Both Lan Yan and the blond man involuntarily took a deep breath.

They knew all too well how difficult it was to deal with patients in a mental hospital, with their various anti-social and bizarre behaviors often making their skin crawl. Some patients even harbored great malice towards them. �

Let alone getting close to these patients.

The child calling Qin Nuo his brother truly shocked them.

"Buddy, share some tips, how did you manage this?" Lan Yan asked quietly while the child was engrossed in his game.

"This can't be taught; it depends on one's character. Mine is just perfect," Qin Nuo said.

Lan Yan was speechless. "If you don't want to say, fine, but do you have to brag about yourself too?"

The blond man's face was a bit awkward, feeling the comment was directed at him, especially since he had previously blown a patient's head off.

As they spoke, Qin Nuo suddenly noticed the sparks on the puzzle piece in his hand flaring up, pointing in a direction.

Lan Yan and the blond man's puzzle pieces were doing the same.

The three exchanged glances and immediately ran towards that direction with their oil lamps.

In the corridor on the third floor, even from a dozen meters away, they could smell a strong stench of blood.

Thick black blood was seeping from under a room door.

Meng suddenly stopped, looking at the blood on the floor, and said with some difficulty, "I don't want to go in."

Qin Nuo glanced at her bare feet and had no choice but to entrust the task of watching over her to the child again.

The child didn't mind, sitting directly on the floor and playing his game.

Meanwhile, Lan Yan and the blond man each took out their ghost creatures, covering their necks. "This smell isn't just blood; it's disgusting."

"Be careful."

Seeing Qin Nuo approach, the blond man pushed open the door.

As the three entered the room, the intense stench immediately wafted out.

In the messy room, a corpse lay on the bed, covered in horrific wounds.

Their eyes moved downward, their expressions twitching, and they instinctively felt a chill in their groins.

The wounds on the rest of the body were nothing compared to the horror at the crotch, where that part was completely gone!

Blood was everywhere, clearly cut off by some sharp tool.

Then, Lan Yan seemed to notice something and said, "Look at the mouth."

The corpse's mouth was bulging, as if stuffed with something.

Instantly, their expressions turned as if they had seen a ghost, utterly disgusted.

What heinous crime had this person committed?

"Probably a scumbag, juggling several relationships. I must say, the woman who killed him was ruthless," Lan Yan said, covering his nose.

"I think I've seen his face before, the caregiver during the day," the blond man said.

A ghost caregiver.

In the mental hospital, ghost caregivers worked like machines during the day, but at night, they would revert to the state they were in at the time of death.

Just like the woman Qin Nuo saw in the bathtub, who had slit her wrists.

These ghosts harbored deep resentment, but as long as you didn't provoke them, nothing would happen.

However,

Qin Nuo looked at the puzzle piece in his hand, pointing to the corpse on the bed, which was unclothed.

That meant the puzzle piece was inside the corpse.

Lan Yan and the blond man realized this too and frowned.

Qin Nuo asked, "Who's going to get it?"

Lan Yan stepped back. "If I die one more time, I'm out of the game."

The blond man looked at Qin Nuo, who was also looking at him. "Rock-paper-scissors?"

"Boring."

The blond man said coldly, then stepped forward, took out a black handgun, attached a silencer, and pressed the muzzle against the corpse's forehead, while his other hand began to search the bloody body.

The sound of his palm touching the rotten flesh was extremely unsettling.

Yet the blond man remained expressionless.

Qin Nuo was surprised. "With such a strong heart, could he be a medical student?"

"Maybe a coroner," Lan Yan muttered.

Soon, the blond man raised an eyebrow and said, "Found it."

"Where?"

"The heart area."

"Be careful, don't provoke it..."

Before Lan Yan could finish, there was a squelching sound as the blond man brutally plunged his hand into the corpse's chest, pulling out a rotten heart. A glowing object caught everyone's eye—it was the puzzle piece.

Lan Yan opened his mouth, continuing, "Seems like being rough isn't a problem."

However, just as he finished speaking, the corpse suddenly opened its eyes, filled with terrifying resentment, turning pitch black.

It opened its mouth, letting out a piercing scream.

Just as it was about to act, there was a muffled bang, and the blond man pulled the trigger, blowing its head off.

The corpse lay back down.

This black handgun was evidently an extraordinary ghost weapon.

The blond man grabbed a rag, wiped his hands and the puzzle piece, and walked back.

However, as he turned around, his face changed again.

A terrifying Ghost Aura suddenly spread throughout the room, and the corpse with the blown-off head began to horrifyingly regenerate...