Chapter 627: What Game Is He Playing
Mental-type dungeons were the most "interactive" of all dungeons, influenced not only by the dungeon holder but also by the players. So far, aside from the sibling duo A Yi and A Ying, no other players had entered Building Two. It was likely that some players had developed fantasies along those lines.
He returned to Building One, where it was still morning. Nearly ten more players had succumbed during psychological therapy sessions, their expressions looking off as they walked out.
Two players mingling in the crowd were tackled by fully armed security guards, who bound their hands and feet before spraying them with a special disinfectant.
"These two are infected with pathogens," one guard said, pulling open a player's clothes to reveal skin covered in black spots. "This pathogen is highly contagious. Anyone who's had close contact with them should get checked by the doctor as soon as possible."
The guards weren't acting out of goodwill, nor were they genuinely trying to save these patients. After delivering their lines like routine procedure, they dragged the two players away, claiming they'd be taken to Building Three.
Building Three was the quarantine block, the entire structure covered in electrified wire. One look told you it was a place you'd never get out of once you went in.
But the players weren't concerned about the fate of those who'd been caught. They were worried about their own situation—they had no idea whether the infectious disease was real or not.
"Has anyone seen anyone go to Building Two?" someone asked.
The other players exchanged glances, scrambling to prove their innocence. But one person said, "Most of us were asleep in our rooms last night. We have no idea if anyone went out. How would we know who went to Building Two? We wouldn't even know if someone did—there's a clearance mission in Building Two anyway."