Jiang Baimian, after hearing Shang Jianyao's answer, asked with a little worry:
“Really just playing games?”
Shang Jianyao honestly replied:
“I don't think they'd agree if I tried to squeeze through.”
He's the reckless one now.
Jiang Baimian finally breathed a sigh of relief:
“Then conjure up a game console, a projector, and a few of Little Chong's favorite games, and play for a while next to the gap.
“Remember, you absolutely can't do anything else.”
Shang Jianyao's democratic consultative conference held a meeting in his head for a few minutes and solemnly made a commitment:
“No problem.”
Then, he said softly:
“The games I conjure up aren't very interesting, they're all ones I've played before, it's like watching a rerun.”
In this regard, the human brain is indeed not as good as a computer, it can't calculate the development of a complex game in real-time.
Long Yuehong was both afraid that this guy would cause trouble and that Shang Jianyao wouldn't get the desired result if he went the conventional route, so he could only comfort him in a way that he didn't even understand himself:
“It's okay, Little Chong can play a game many times.”
“Yeah, and I'm more open-minded than him, I've mastered a lot of novel ways to play, which should attract his attention...” Shang Jianyao gradually became complacent.
Then he sat in the back seat of the jeep, leaned against the back of the seat, pinched his temples, and entered a deep sleep.
Inside the "Sea of Origins," Shang Jianyao couldn't wait to use himself as wings to fly to the gap representing Little Chong in mid-air.
Immediately afterward, he conjured up his portable computer and connected it to the projector.
The reckless Shang Jianyao and the honest Shang Jianyao transferred to the side of Pudu Zen Master, becoming his wings, helping him float in the air.
And the Shang Jianyao who loved to play, make noise, sing, dance, and play games, using Pudu Zen Master as a cushion, with the computer, watched the projected screen and played games.
This was his favorite role-playing game recently, and he chose the "Hunter," whose main features were swearing and manipulating flames.
As he played, Shang Jianyao became immersed in it.
Suddenly, he faintly felt a glimmer of light flash in the gap next to him.
“Little Chong! Little Chong! Is that you?” Shang Jianyao, who valued emotions, quickly turned his head and shouted at the gap.
It was silent there, no one answered, nothing unusual.
Shang Jianyao rubbed his chin for a while, withdrew his gaze, and played the game again.
The corner of his eye was always staring at the solidified, deep gap, but he never saw any movement again.
“Could it have been an illusion just now?” The reckless Shang Jianyao, acting as wings, couldn't help but speak.
On the other side, the honest Shang Jianyao followed up and said:
“It's like that when you play games for too long.”
After intense discussion, the Shang Jianyaos waited for a while, but still didn't see any changes.
Considering the consumption of energy, they stopped insisting and withdrew from the "Sea of Origins."
…………
Inside the "Corridor of Hearts," Rodon, who had failed to explore "131" last time, returned to the door of this room.
He had carefully examined the previous encounter several times during this period and found many problems.
The most obvious one was that, normally speaking, after an Awakened enters a certain psychological shadow, it's equivalent to playing the role of the room's owner, reliving his initial fear. That is to say, it's unlikely that an Awakened exploring the room will encounter the room owner's prototype in the corresponding psychological shadow. However, inside "131," the doctors, nurses, stretchers, bandages, injections, and walls all seemed to originate from the room's owner.
This was inconsistent with Rodon's experience and the experience of those "Corridor of Hearts" Awakeners he knew.
After thinking and asking for advice, Rodon had a rough guess:
Excluding the special case where the room belongs to a Year Star and the corresponding psychological shadow is bizarre and unconventional, the only possibility left is that the room owner has mental illnesses such as split personality or delusional disorder.
The subconscious of an ordinary Awakened is stable and predictable, so the corresponding psychological shadow is also like that. However, the subconscious of an Awakened suffering from mental illnesses such as split personality and delusional disorder is also split and full of unknown changes, like the microscopic world, not so certain.
Therefore, after entering such a room, it's likely that you're only playing one of the personalities and have to face the challenges of other personalities, or the enemy who is the "I" that is conjured through delusions.
“Such a psychological shadow is indeed more troublesome.” Rodon looked at the vermilion door of "131" and muttered to himself silently, "And if it's really split personality, other personalities may also bring other memories, other fears, and even some dreams, forming a mixed psychological shadow. To break through, you have to be prepared to deal with complex situations.”
For Rodon, the difficulty of such a psychological shadow isn't danger, but chaos. You can't use mature solutions to solve it, and you may have to spend a lot of time on it.
Of course, not dangerous is only relative. Rodon was very clear that if he wasn't careful enough and something went wrong, he would likely be infected with the corresponding mental illness.
And mental illnesses aren't so easy to treat!
After weighing the pros and cons again and again, Rodon decided to try a few times.
Since he hadn't even truly delved into the first psychological shadow of the "131" room and couldn't determine whether there was a familiar sense of the "New World" gate here, he couldn't give up lightly.
Rodon, whose nasolabial folds were deep and lips were slightly bruised, twisted the brass-colored handle and opened the door of "131."
After quickly going through the planned scheme, he took two steps forward.
He came once again to the white-painted corridor belonging to the hospital.
The doors on both sides were tightly closed, and the end was deep and dark.
Rodon quickly conjured up a pocket watch and let it swing in front of his eyes.
—Before entering the "Corridor of Hearts," he had asked another Elder of the City of Dusk to "hypnotize" himself, to make him believe that he had abandoned his physical body and become something like a Mechanical Monk.
And the opening signal for this "hypnosis" was the monotonous swinging of the pocket watch.
Soon, a metallic luster appeared on Rodon's face, his body quickly reorganized, and he became an iron-black robot.
He put away the pocket watch, lowered his head to examine his body, and made a voice full of synthetic feel:
“I am an immortal, and immortals are not afraid of physiological diseases, and mental illnesses will not be directly infected.
“Hahahaha.”
Rodon started walking towards the end of the hospital corridor.
The rooms on both sides opened in unison, and figures covered in white sheets rushed out.
They fell one after another, but Rodon didn't feel sick at all.
Before long, the doctors, nurses, stretchers, and syringes emerged from the end of the corridor, and eyes and noses grew on the walls on both sides.
Rodon remained unmoved, not afraid at all.
He is now an immortal who cannot be pierced by needles, is unaffected by medicine, and cannot be beaten by doctors.
In this way, he forcibly broke through this mentally chaotic scene with an overwhelming posture.
His arms and calves were either hanging or dragging several doctors and nurses, but this didn't affect his progress at all.
Even if their hearts stopped beating, these doctors and nurses didn't let go of their hands.
Finally, Rodon came to the end of the hospital corridor.
There was a door here, a white door.
Rodon deliberated for a while, observed his surroundings, and, relying on the fact that he was an immortal, stretched out his metal right palm, grabbed the handle, and gently twisted it.
The white door slowly opened backward, revealing a crack.
Inside the crack was a darkness, and in the darkness, there was a faint female figure looking outside.
In an instant, Rodon's mind was enveloped in immense fear.
This came for no reason, as if it was instinctual.
“It's over...” Rodon only had time to flash this thought before he fainted.
He didn't even have time to come up with the idea of asking other Elders of the City of Dusk to come to this room to save him.
And fainting or dying in someone else's psychological shadow often means being completely trapped, becoming a vegetable in reality.
After an unknown amount of time, Rodon suddenly regained his thoughts and slowly opened his eyes.
He saw the shadowless lamp, a doctor, and several nurses.
They were all wearing light blue masks, looking down at Rodon, chattering:
“You're awake.”
“The surgery was successful.”
“You've recovered now, you can go home.”
Recovered... go home... Rodon was first at a loss, then suddenly sat up and looked at himself.
He was still an immortal, still a steel frame.
But unlike before he fainted, his paint job had been changed to rainbow colors, and a small speaker was embedded in his chest.
“Can I leave?” After a moment of silence, Rodon tentatively asked the doctor and nurse.
According to his common sense, fainting in someone else's psychological shadow is equivalent to suffering serious harm and being imprisoned in a heavily guarded mental prison. It's questionable whether you can wake up, let alone leave the corresponding room.
“You can be discharged.” The doctor wearing the light blue mask reached out and shook his hand. “You only completed one-third of the progress this time, keep up the good work next time.”
Although Rodon was very confused, he knew the principle of seizing the opportunity when it comes. He immediately got out of bed and walked out of the operating room.
In the white corridor, doctors and nurses sang and danced, shouting loudly:
“Congratulations on being discharged!”
“Take care of your health!”
“Remember to send a banner!”
“……”
Rodon walked back to the starting point in a daze, opened the door and left the "131" room.
Even standing on the "Corridor of Hearts," he still suspected that he was dreaming:
Why did the development, which should have been dangerous, turn into a farewell party?
The more Rodon thought about it, the more he felt that his spirit had been contaminated.
ps: No updates tomorrow, because I'm going home after the lockdown is lifted. The car ride is three hours, and I have a lot of things to deal with when I get home. Normal updates will resume the day after tomorrow.