Liu Baixue took the documents and examined them carefully.
The first thing she saw was a colored photo framed within a box.
The man in the photo had a face like a jade coronet and eyes like stars; she recognized him at a glance.
Isn't this the very same Special Grade Bomb Disposal Expert, Xu Yueguang!
Ugh~
Liu Baixue's legs went soft, and she stumbled, almost falling, feeling a chill shoot from the soles of her feet straight to the Baihui acupoint on the top of her head.
She had wanted to find him and treat him to a meal to express her gratitude!
What the hell, a Mental Patient?!
He really is a lunatic!
"Are you alright?"
The middle-aged man beside her, seeing Liu Baixue's unusual reaction, quickly supported her arm and asked with concern.
"I'm fine." Liu Baixue's face was pale.
She hurriedly looked down: Name, Xu Yueguang, Male…
A string of basic information was followed by a brief description of Xu Yueguang's experiences.
A week ago, due to multiple failed suicide attempts, he was temporarily diagnosed with severe delusions and self-harm tendencies.
He escaped from the Qingnan Mountain Mental Hospital two days after being admitted, on June 1st, which was today!
Xu Yueguang had just escaped from the Mental Hospital today!
She suddenly recalled a detail: Xu Yueguang's collar.
At the time, she thought it looked very much like a patient's uniform.
Now it seemed, it wasn't just 'like'; it was exactly that!
She instantly understood.
Why he had wrapped himself so tightly in this summer weather; it was to conceal the Mental Hospital uniform underneath!
Liu Baixue's legs trembled uncontrollably.
In other words, it was a Mental Patient who had just helped them defuse the bomb?!
And a Mental Patient with suicidal tendencies at that!
Liu Baixue's already slightly damp, smooth back now broke out in a large patch of cold sweat.
It was summer, the sun was blazing, yet she felt incredibly cold.
"Madam? Do you know him?"
The nurse waved a hand in front of Liu Baixue's eyes.
"No!" Liu Baixue refused flatly.
At the same time, she wiped her forehead, feeling as if she had never experienced anything so thrilling in her life as today.
This matter absolutely could not be spread; their lives had actually been saved by a Mental Patient.
If this got out and made the news, it would cause even greater panic than keeping it quiet.
...
On the desolate street, a man danced wildly, tap-dancing.
The Mental Hospital wasn't fun at all; it was much happier outside.
He wasn't a Mental Patient.
Although Mental Patients always claimed they weren't sick, he truly wasn't sick.
Xu Yueguang still remembered a week ago, he had merely wanted to test his luck, so he jumped from the top of a building more than ten stories high, and as a result, he was sent to the Mental Hospital as a Mental Patient.
But he really wasn't sick!
He just had a bit too much luck.
After testing, he was even more certain: he really was very lucky.
The kind where he couldn't die even if he wanted to.
If he cut his wrists, he would be saved by the doctor's daughter, a kind neighbor; if he jumped from a building, he would coincidentally get tangled in a wire that appeared out of nowhere and land on a beautiful woman's balcony.
Thankfully, he didn't faint, otherwise, he would have been dragged into the bedroom by the beautiful woman who was taking a bath, and who knows what she would have done to him.
"This must be my transmigrator's golden finger, right?"
That's right, he was a transmigrator, having transmigrated to this parallel world that was almost identical to reality.
The only difference was that this world had some strange things.
What they were, he wasn't sure, but he was certain that this world truly had some strange things.
Xu Yueguang curiously looked at his hands; they were no different from a normal person's, but his luck was absurdly good.
After coming to this world, he felt his luck explode.
Having read numerous web novels, he clearly knew that this was a type of transmigrator's golden finger.
"But now I'm an escaped Mental Patient." Xu Yueguang felt a bit helpless. If he had known, he would have just messed around by himself and not caused such a big commotion.
He went down the stairs and reached the street. Seeing a stir-fry restaurant across the street, Xu Yueguang rubbed his stomach.
He was hungry.
He felt his wallet; no money.
But it was fine.
When he went out without money, someone would naturally pay for him.
Xu Yueguang crossed the road directly towards the restaurant opposite.
Just then, a white truck came speeding towards him.
Beep beep beep~
The piercing horn made Xu Yueguang's eyelids flutter. As soon as he turned his head, the front of the truck was already upon him.
Xu Yueguang's eyes widened; the truck's speed was enough to kill him.
Damn it! Always use the crosswalk when crossing the road: stop, look, then proceed!
His last thought drifted away.
Xu Yueguang lost consciousness.
...
"Hiss! Damn it! Did my luck fail?"
After an unknown amount of time,
Xu Yueguang rubbed his stinging head, opened his eyes, and looked around, finding himself in a gloomy bar.
He was sitting on a wooden chair, surrounded by eight other men and women dressed differently.
Just as he woke up, the others also slowly regained consciousness.
After waking up, everyone looked around with confusion.
"Where is this?"
"Is this hell?"
"Damn, how did I end up here? Wasn't I fighting someone? Boss!" A man with yellow hair scanned his surroundings and roared.
"Where is this? Wasn't I having surgery? How did I get here?!"
"I was still cooking! What's going on!"
"Clap clap clap~"
Just as everyone was panicking and surprised, a clapping sound drew everyone's attention.
The people around quieted down, looking at Xu Yueguang, who was clapping, with uncertain surprise.
Xu Yueguang looked at the people around him with a sigh, his voice slightly low: "The quality of these newcomers isn't very good, huh~"
"Who are you?" Someone nearby asked Xu Yueguang, seeing his young face.
...He's a newcomer just like you guys? Why the hell are you stealing my lines?!"
Beside him, a burly man wearing a black trench coat with a scar over his eye watched Xu Yueguang, his mouth twitching.
He hadn't expected his lines to be stolen.
Xu Yueguang looked at the scarred man with some surprise: "And you are?"
"I am the spokesperson for this Death Game, so are you also a Death Game spokesperson? Why don't you explain the rules too?" The scarred man looked at Xu Yueguang expressionlessly.
"Oh, I'm Xu Yueguang, a special-grade actor and fresh talent who graduated from the Imperial City Film Academy. I couldn't resist and just improvised a bit. Please continue." Xu Yueguang stopped speaking.
The scarred man: "..."
How could he encounter such an oddball?
Ignoring Xu Yueguang, he adjusted his mindset and recited the lines he had prepared.
"Congratulations, you have become players of the Death Game.
You didn't die; you just entered a game world."
"Some of you were brought here as you were about to die,
Some of you are unlucky souls, dragged in by the Death Game. However, none of that matters anymore."
The man tilted his chin up, looking down at everyone:
"Remember, from the moment you entered the Death Game, you have only one goal, and that is: to survive!"
"What the hell are you talking about!"
"Yeah, where is this?! Why did you bring me here!"
The people around ignored the scarred man and continued to complain and question.
Until,
Bang!
A gunshot instantly silenced the eight people in the bar.
