Working Records in a Weird World - 45

| WRIAWW | It's Easy to Get | 45

At this moment, if anyone in Taikang Yongle Hospital was suffering the most, it was the survivors trapped in the electroshock room of the psychiatric department. In other missions, these NPCs, who posed no threat, would have been at their mercy.

But in this strictly rule-bound ?-level mission, they could only stare helplessly, as they were the ones in need of help.

"What do we do now?" A low-level survivor, unable to bear the tense atmosphere, whispered.

"Wait," An Tao uttered a single word.

Though he had been forcibly strapped to the electric chair for several minutes, Qin Ye, relying on his formidable physical strength, managed to endure it. While healers were rare among the survivors, healing items were not particularly scarce.

So, after escaping danger, he immediately removed his clothes and used a high-grade healing spray.

After briefly treating the burns caused by the electric current, Qin Ye bandaged his wrists.

"Are you sure you heard the words 'That person has returned'?"

Han Yueyue nodded.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the electroshock room grew heavy.

The situation in the psychiatric department was already troublesome enough. Not to mention that Director Deng, in collaboration with the medical department, was demanding they hand over the culprit who broke into the archives.

After this incident, obtaining a signature would be even more difficult.

Now, there was also the so-called "Boss of the Psychiatric Department." According to descriptions, this individual had purged the psychiatric department during their stay and was a major force capable of challenging the hospital dean. 

It was like being caught between a tiger and a wolf, with pitfalls everywhere.

"It’s clear that the difficulty level of each department is directly tied to the survivor’s level. The psychiatric department is definitely hell mode."

"If that Boss of the Psychiatric Department really returns, aren’t we all doomed?"

"Sigh, if only someone in our team had a skill like mind control. It would be so convenient and straightforward. It wouldn’t count as harming the NPCs, and we could get them to sign the permit willingly."

"Does anyone in the infinite space even possess such an overpowered skill? There are a few who specialize in hypnosis, though."

Only Qin Ye knew the truth—such skills did exist, but the one who mastered it wouldn’t lend a hand. Instead, he’d sit back, munch on melon seeds, and watch the show.

"Let’s stop fantasizing about the impossible. We need to focus on finding a way out of this mess."

Fortunately, Director Deng's departure gave them some time to catch their breath and think. If the situation had continued as it was earlier, it would have been extremely difficult to resolve.

Si Yuyan closed her eyes and focused, spending time to outline three strategies in her mind: the first was to strike with an unexpected move, the second was to proceed steadily and cautiously, and the third was to make a decisive sacrifice.

However, as time passed minute by minute, the entrance to the electric shock room remained eerily silent. Apart from the scream heard in the corridor shortly after Director Deng left, there were no other sounds from outside.

This abnormality made the survivors inside the electric shock room increasingly anxious.

Finally, after an hour had passed, footsteps were heard from outside.

Following that was the "click" of a lock being opened.

Everyone stood up, their eyes wary as they looked toward the door.

When it opened, Director Deng's chubby, wrinkled face appeared behind it.

He looked at the people inside the electric shock room, rubbed his hands together, trying to appear friendly, but then seemed to remember something and forcibly restrained the impulse. "You can all come out now," he said.

The survivors hesitated, not daring to move.

It was Qin Ye who made the first decision, leading the way out of the electric shock room.

Once everyone was in the corridor, Director Deng went back and locked the electric shock room securely.

"The medical department has already investigated and clarified that the theft in the archives room has nothing to do with you... I misunderstood, I’m really sorry about that."

His words left everyone utterly confused.

They were quite familiar with the personality of the NPCs in this ultimate dungeon. Getting a NPC to say something nice was as difficult as reaching the heavens, let alone get them to admit their own mistakes.

Moreover, logically speaking, it didn’t make sense, they were the ones who had stolen from the archives room. Where could they have found a scapegoat?

But the horror didn’t end there. Something even more terrifying was waiting for them.

"Oh, by the way," Director Deng suddenly remembered something before leaving. "Didn’t you say you needed my signature when you entered the department? It’s no big deal. I’ll go to my office and sign it for you. Here, take it."

A moment later, Director Deng’s crooked signature was handed to Qin Ye.

[Main Task (Divided): Complete the divided main task in the Psychiatry Department.]

When the cold system notification echoed in the ears of every survivor, they finally snapped out of their daze.

They looked at each other, disbelief written all over their faces.

"Wait, what? Our quest was just... completed?"

They had been caught red-handed in the archives room, and even thought of desperate measures to cut their losses. Everyone had prepared themselves for a do-or-die moment when stepping out of the electric shock room.

Yet, at this very moment of unity, the NPC had suddenly done a complete 180-degree turn and handed them the main task item right in front of them???

Since the system notification wasn’t limited to just the Psychiatry Department, all the survivors received the message. Excited, they began posting questions.

[What’s going on? Just this afternoon, I saw the Psychiatry Department posting about how difficult the task was. Now, just a few hours later, you’ve secretly completed the task? Is this fair?]

[Fair?]

[Exactly, your speed is even faster than the 1st in the operating room. Unbelievable.]

[Looks like the 2nd has once again defended its honor.]

[I knew it! The top spot in the ranking would never go to a healer. This ranking should have been revised long ago.]

[Hey, is that Joshua's hater on the forum? So sour. If you’re so tough, don’t go to the Temple for healing.]

A system notification instantly brought countless lurking survivors to the surface.

No one expected that the Psychiatry Department, which had been venting its frustrations on the forum earlier, would be the first to complete the task. The excitement was palpable. Of course, more survivors were curious about how the Psychiatry Department had managed to pull it off.

[How long has this mission been going on, and a department has already completed it? Impressive!]

[What kind of magic potion did the Psychiatry Department feed their task leader? Share some tips with us! We’ve been fed up with our department’s director for a long time. No matter how much we plead, he refuses to sign. I really want to take him out.]

[Exactly! Share some experience, seniors. The kids in other departments are being tortured to death.]

After a day of grueling task progress, the survivors were mentally and physically exhausted. Now, seeing a glimmer of victory, how could they not be excited?

Amidst everyone’s eager anticipation, the group from the Psychiatry Department finally arrived.

[Actually, if we told you we don’t know how this task was completed... would you believe us?]

"Believe my ass!" In the morgue, Xue Heguang couldn’t help but curse.

He was already overwhelmed by the increased workload for Team Three and the weird activities downstairs involving corpse collection. Just a short while ago, another low-level survivor was caught completely off guard and had lost a finger while handing over an application form.

If it were any other task, he would have fought these weirds to the death. But this one came with restrictions.

"Those guys from the Psychiatry Department are full of it. They claim they were caught sneaking into the archives and just got a little shock before being released. And not only were they let go, but the department director gave them their signature immediately afterward. If they’re so good at making up stories, why don’t they write novels?!"

"Unbelievable. We are supposed to help each other out to complete the task, and the Watchtower Guild is still pulling this kind of stunt."

Other survivors who saw the post were equally annoyed.

Zong Le, who had been silently listening to their conversation while holding the corpse, tilted his head and asked, "The main task has no time limit, so as long as we get the signatures, it’s considered complete, right?"

"Right," Xue Heguang replied casually. "Everyone on the forum is talking about it. Previously, we all thought we had to complete the assigned tasks step by step before asking the director for a signature. But it turns out the psychiatry department finished early, which gave us a new idea."

"But then again, how did they manage to get a signature from these NPCs? Should we go ask Director Yang later? Otherwise, just relying on this method isn’t sustainable."

Zong Le fell into thought.

After delivering the corpse, he took the time to return to the psychiatry department.

Number Five worked efficiently. After splashing a basin of cold water to wake the person up, he immediately began his hypnosis plan.

Eager to use this opportunity to express his desire to work closely with Zong Le, he put all his effort into executing the task flawlessly.

When Zong Le returned, Number Five, well-prepared, couldn’t wait to report his success.

"Boss! I’ve strictly followed your instructions and erased her memories from the past two days."

"However, Boss, there was a slight problem with your second instruction."

Number Five was adept at flattery and knew how to think on his feet. "So I took the liberty... to not tamper with the control mark but instead replace it. This way, it’s both safe and foolproof. What do you think?"

As the saying goes, if you want a position, you have to fight for it yourself.

Of course, sometimes a stroke of genius doesn’t bring benefits but disaster instead. So after speaking, Number Five carefully observed Zong Le’s expression, fearing even the slightest hint of dissatisfaction.

"What do you mean by replacing the control mark?" Zong Le asked, puzzled.

"Let me demonstrate for you."

With a snap of Number Five’s fingers, Tao Buxin, who had been standing still, suddenly opened her eyes.

Upon seeing the black-haired young man in front of her, she immediately placed a hand over her chest, knelt on one knee, and her eyes shone with fervent admiration. "My lord, please give me your command!"

Zong Le: "......?"

Zong Le: "So by ‘replacing,’ you mean the object of loyalty is now me?"

"Yes, Boss," Number Five quickly explained. "It was unavoidable. The brainwashing traces left on her were too deep. That Joshua guy’s methods are truly sinister. If I tried to force it, it might have damaged her mind. So, I had to take this roundabout approach."

Zong Le’s original intention was to free Tao Buxin’s mind. Hurting her would have been counterproductive.

He thought for a moment. "Forget it, this works too."

After all, Zong Le had confidence in his own character. He wouldn’t command others the way Joshua treated others as lambs.

It was a pity that Number Five had done his job too well, or else Zong Le could have asked Tao Buxin why she had tried to kill him.

"By the way, there is something I’d like to ask you to do."

Zong Le took out a lunchbox from his side and handed it to Tao Buxin.

"Take this to Bai Shao in the operating room. Tell him it’s the braised pork knuckle I promised him last time."

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