Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 236 - 216: Materials of the Real World

Chapter 236: Chapter 216: Materials of the Real World

Wang Hao continued to reason, "In the process of uncovering the truth, I am faced with an unimaginably huge mountain peak, and can only pin hopes on a smarter, more genius successor... or on the escapee, ’Doctor Feng Ling.’"

But no matter what, the strongest, better me—the Player—has finally arrived!

Wang Hao still had a bit of confidence; this script couldn’t be considered an unsolvable puzzle, could it?

"The second point that needs analysis is the cleaning and security teams."

The hospital’s cleaners and security systems are self-contained, managed by the local government.

Qingtian Hospital has a very high healing rate and can indeed effectively treat patients, but there is no doubt a certain "price" to be paid. Those who learn the truth will be killed, hence there might be a specific death quota within the hospital.

But this death count is not known by outsiders; the local government might know some of the truth, but given the global situation, they lack the ability to deal with this mad, bizarre hospital, and can only form the cleaning and security teams to manage to a certain extent.

"Even the local government personnel might be at risk of conceptual contamination. They can’t figure out the good and bad of the hospital, and can only manage according to the lowest risk plan."

Since cleaners and security personnel during their work might also come to know the "truth," there is a risk, so the ability to discern "red" is used as a danger label.

People with low intelligence, or those who are widowed, lonely, will become the top recruitment priority.

"Because these people have high turnover and are not formal employees of the hospital, their involvement in the hospital isn’t deep."

"In other words, Chen Xinyi and Xu Zhijun might be able to leave."

"The question is how they can leave this hospital and recover their memories."

"Through a mirror?"

Wang Hao scratched his head, a bit baffled.

Unable to figure it out, he could only stop thinking about it for the moment.

Of course, there was also the third main storyline, the mysterious "Doctor Feng Ling."

Doctor Feng Ling was among those in the hospital who knew most of the truth, but the main clues were still too scarce.

Qingtian Hospital shrouded the existence of Feng Ling in secrecy; even investigating Feng Ling’s deeds could provoke attacks from "It."

However, based on clues outside and the scenes of Parallel Worlds seen in the mirrors, Wang Hao was seventy to eighty percent sure that the "Doctor Feng Lin" in the hospital was the young girl "Feng Ling" he had saved.

Although there was a significant age difference between the two.

But in a supernatural world, anything could happen, turning back into youth wasn’t so strange.

"Doctor Feng Ling’s ultimate goal is to save this desperate world."

"That is, this hospital is actually a significant anchor point of ’Vain Void’... as long as this anchor point is removed, the power of ’Vain Void’ will be weakened."

But thinking this way felt almost impossible.

Feng Ling, a young girl in her twenties, was even anchored by "Vain Void"; not coming to this world to cause havoc was already good enough.

Doctor Feng Ling, no matter how smart or formidable, couldn’t fight against a real Demon God...

"This plot really is bizarre..."

Old Wang pondered for a long time, and this time he really was stumped.

Walking around the room, he felt somewhat anxious, drinking non-stop sips of sugar-free cola.

He calmed his mind, carefully thinking through all the information he controlled.

"The main plot of ’Cross-dimensional Game’, in fact, involves a Demon God, which is also known as the ’Game Training Camp’; the main mission is world salvation. The role I’m currently playing is the Demon God ’Game’, and saving ’Feng Ling’ shouldn’t be meaningless content."

For a game of strong logic, it would be too much of a failure if a scene were a disastrous error.

"That is to say, the rescue of ’Feng Ling’ is meaningful."

"Even possibly, the Demon God ’Game’ might have coordinated with ’Doctor Feng Ling’ ahead of time... Damn, this reasoning is too damn far-fetched. I always feel like I’m missing something." Old Wang overturned his own theory.

Although there were still many oddities unclear, after playing two loops continuously, he was also somewhat tired.

"Let’s take a short break..."

Wang Hao turned on the computer and started surfing the internet.

On a whim, he searched for "Qingtian Hospital," and a bunch of ads for "Putian Hospital" popped up.

"For the treatment of premature ejaculation, impotence, prostatitis, please call 100**, Putian Hospital welcomes you!"

"Bad luck, bad luck."

Wang Hao pinched his nose. "Is this Putian Hospital making so much money that they’re advertising so extensively online? Are there really so many people with impotence and premature ejaculation in the world?"

He searched again for the name of the funeral parlor in the game.

"What was it called, Guangyingli Funeral Parlor?"

This time, not many search results popped up.

It really existed, in a major city hundreds of kilometers away!

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...

Half Mountain Villa.

Old Pan Hao still chatted idly in the small room with Number One of the Black-clothed Guard.

First, he had a cup of Immortal Bean ground coffee, then he personally baked some bread, and the two chatted to their hearts’ content.

"A Saint’s words and actions... he was a very optimistic person, even in dire circumstances, he still maintained a sense of humor."

"Although he was young, he gave me a sense of security that is hard to describe. Back then, I had quite a temper. If it were an ordinary child, I would have apprehended him to extract information long ago. But that time... I completely didn’t dare, just like a sheep facing a lion, I simply complied and that was the end of it."

"His most distinctive trait is... I don’t remember much... uh... the food he cooked was extremely delicious." Pan Hao tried hard to recall, but after so many years, some details had become blurry.

"Extremely delicious!"

Human physiological characteristics determine that even if an impression is profound, one cannot remember all the details.

Furthermore, some memories are beautified by time.

"Oh, he cooked the meal himself?" No. 1 asked with a smile.

This matter involved the elusive "Player."

The Black-clothed Guard doesn’t actively seek out "Players", but that doesn’t mean they don’t care.

Compare "Game" and "Giant Millstone", the game is nothing! Finding the "Giant Millstone", could you cling to bigger coattails...

Cough cough, I digressed, I digressed...

"It wasn’t like that, who would cook in that environment? It was just some dried food he had brought along."

Pan Hao exclaimed, "The taste of that meat was unforgettable. I asked him what kind of meat it was, and he said it was Biaozi meat, smoked and then dried. Although it wasn’t considered a delicacy, it carried a wild force that stirred within the body."

"Game meat, wild meat! Not even counting as Strange Objects!"

Both men laughed heartily in unison, as Old Man No. 1 also explained the tastiest food he had ever eaten: a skewer of rat meat.

"When I was a kid, there wasn’t much meat to eat. After killing a rat, we made it into a skewer and barbecued it. Half of it was eaten by my brother. Only a butt and a long tail were left..."

The so-called "remembering the hardships and appreciating the sweet", the sweet memories are only fragments, while the bitter memories are like movies, leaving a lasting impression.

"Do you remember any other characteristics of his personality?"

"I’ve already told you everything."

Pan Hao gave a bitter smile and said, "Actually, I’m just making a pretense of knowing a dragon, but really seeing him again, I wouldn’t know what to say..."

The old man nodded, indicating that he could understand this feeling.

"So, what do you know about the situation with Miss Feng Ling?"

Pan Hao said, "She was probably brought here by the Saint, but as for why, I’m not sure. She is likely the anchor for the Demon God ’Delusion’, which I witnessed with my own eyes through the deer’s velvet. There’s no mistake."

"It’s also because she entered that Funeral Parlor that all this weirdness occurred. But why did the Saint bring her here?"

Old Man No. 1 replied, "This... I’m not sure either, I’ve been racking my brains!"

Just then, a voice suddenly came through the earphone, "Report, the concept of ’Funeral Parlor’ has been restored!"

"Even if the concept is widespread among ordinary people, the memory will not fade. Has the influence brought by ’Delusion’ completely disappeared?"

No. 1 frowned and spoke softly, "Have the reasons been clarified? Could it be the special effect brought by the Stone Buddha?"

"Don’t send anyone in for now. If someone comes out, strictly control and isolate them."

Although the Stone Buddha is a decent Strange Object suppressor, theoretically, it is far from enough to suppress a Demon God...

The influence brought by ’Delusion’ has completely disappeared?

Why?

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...

Wang Hao opened the four-dimensional image on the map.

Today’s technology is really advanced, allowing one to see everything hundreds of kilometers away without leaving home. If VR technology improves in the future, travel could even be done virtually.

Of course, the four-dimensional image can only show the exterior, not the interior decoration.

What puzzled him was, did the external structure of this Funeral Parlor look almost identical to what was seen in the mirror?!

After reading the local introduction, he was suddenly startled, "This Funeral Parlor, was it reconstructed from the old Qingtian Hospital?"

A flash of inspiration passed through his mind!

"Wait..."

"Heh, using materials from the real world and not afraid of being censored... the scriptwriter has guts."

Wang Hao grew more annoyed the more he thought about it, so there was a very similar story in reality!

"If I had searched earlier, I would have directly spoiled it, no need to analyze anything! This scriptwriter is really lazy too, didn’t even bother to change the name, just copied it directly!"

As many puzzles were solved, Wang Hao felt great, thinking about connecting all the clues, when suddenly he smelled the scent of food.

Lunchtime arrived.

"Man is iron, food is steel, skipping one meal and you’ll feel weak!"

"Let’s have lunch first, take a nap, and then solve this tough problem!"

He turned off the computer.

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