I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game-Chapter 177: Balcony man, two-faced behavior!

"Hello, Mr. Liang."

The voice on the other end was female, sounding quite young.

With a hint of suspicion in his heart, Qin Nuo calmly asked, "It's me. Who is this?"

"We're from the Jibei Psychiatric Hospital. Your mother's condition has improved significantly recently. We wanted to ask when you might have time to visit her?"

Psychiatric hospital?

Qin Nuo blinked and said, "What kind of improvement?"

"Much better than before. She can now take care of herself and sometimes has her own thoughts. She's even called your name, Mr. Liang, several times."

"Really? That's great news. Thank you," Qin Nuo said with a tone of surprise.

"Yes, if you have some free time, visiting your mother would greatly help her recovery."

"Alright." Qin Nuo nodded, a pile of questions in his mind. He wanted to ask his father, but after hesitating for a moment, he remained silent.

After thinking for a while, he tried saying, "Is there a recent report on my mother's condition? If there is, could you print a copy and send it to me?"

"Of course, but..."

Qin Nuo asked, "But what?"

"It's just that, Mr. Liang, you've been behind on the medical bills for two months. Could you settle them soon?"

"Of course, how much do I owe in total? Let me check."

While responding, Qin Nuo checked Liang Zisu's account balance and found it was embarrassingly low, not even half of what was needed.

"Could I pay half first?"

"Mr. Liang, you've been delaying for quite a while, and we can't..."

"I'll make up the rest later, don't worry. Just send me the condition report first, thank you."

Qin Nuo hung up the phone, placed it on the table, and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

Liang Zisu's mother in a psychiatric hospital?

Is it a hereditary disease or something else?

Where did his father go?

Looking at the family photo in the frame, Qin Nuo felt that this family wasn't as simple as he thought.

The computer screen pinged twice, and an email arrived. Qin Nuo clicked to open it; it was the condition report from the psychiatric hospital regarding Liang Zisu's mother. ℟ＡN𝐨ΒĚṩ

The name of the mental illness was difficult for Qin Nuo to pronounce, let alone understand. Searching online only returned bizarre codes.

"It seems that surfing the internet in the Horror World is unrealistic," Qin Nuo muttered. Fortunately, there was a simple explanation of the illness at the end of the report, though it was all in English.

Qin Nuo wasn't fond of English; he barely passed his exams.

After much effort, he roughly translated it and understood the cause of the illness.

It was indeed a hereditary mental illness, with a low probability of onset. However, if subjected to excessive stress, there was a chance it could manifest. Common symptoms included delusions, imagining family members were present, and a strong desire for control. If any imagined family member was found missing, the person could easily lose control, become violent, and in extreme cases, self-harm.

"This illness is quite insane. Could Liang Zisu's occasional abnormal behavior be due to this?" Qin Nuo thought, feeling it was highly likely.

But why did his mother have an episode?

What kind of severe stress did she experience?

The report clearly stated that without extreme stress, the probability of onset was almost zero.

"Another problematic man, only this time he's grown from a child into an adult."

Qin Nuo put away the report and transferred half of the medical fees, which was all of Liang Zisu's assets, indicating his dire financial situation.

The parrot on the balcony squawked for food again. Qin Nuo got up, picked up the bird feed, and poured it into the trough.

Then, he watered the jasmine flowers by the window.

Halfway through watering, his hand paused. Qin Nuo looked up, squinting into the distance.

On the balcony of the dormitory building opposite, stood a man, shirtless, frighteningly thin, with every bone visible.

He stared intently at Qin Nuo, his gaze sending chills down one's spine.

"What's wrong with this guy?" Qin Nuo squinted.

Then came a horrifying scene.

The man took out a fruit knife, not to threaten Qin Nuo, but to stab it into his own neck, blood spurting instantly.

As Qin Nuo's eyelids twitched, he clearly saw the man grinning maniacally, his eyes wild, as if telling Qin Nuo that this would soon be his fate.

Then, the man sliced the knife across his neck, blood staining his upper body...

Qin Nuo didn't want to watch any longer; he still had to eat later and didn't want to lose his appetite because of this.

There were quite a few perverts in the school, and he was used to it.

Perhaps it was the genuine feeling of playing a role, the fatigue made Qin Nuo sleepy. He returned to his room, lay on the bed, and fell asleep in no time.

A short nap turned into a sleep until five in the afternoon, fortunately, there were no classes in the afternoon.

At his computer desk, he reviewed some study materials, and soon it was nearly six in the evening.

According to his dietary routine, it was time for Liang Zisu's dinner. After eating, he would engage in some outdoor activities, like basketball.

His daily routine was consistent, and Qin Nuo would meticulously follow it.

It wasn't that he was pursuing the ultimate role-playing, but perfectly adhering to the character's daily routine could earn him 5-10 role-playing points.

Just as he stepped out, he happened to run into Mr. Liu returning, carrying a bag of some unknown liquid food.

In addition, there were several unbranded nutritional supplements.

"Mr. Liu, it's already dark. Where did you go? What did you buy? So many things?" Qin Nuo intended to ask casually in a friendly manner, but his tone came out more like an interrogation.

Mr. Liu didn't mind, smiling as he said, "I bought them for my granddaughter. This little girl hasn't been eating well lately, becoming more and more picky, and she's getting thinner, staying indoors all the time."

"No choice but to buy some nutritional supplements to boost her health, or she'll end up sick."

Qin Nuo chuckled awkwardly, "Alright then, you go ahead. I'm heading to the cafeteria."

"The cafeteria food is too bland. Come to my house someday, and I'll cook for you to improve your diet."

"Sure, thank you, Mr. Liu." Qin Nuo smiled.

"I heard you studied medicine before, right? You can help me check if my granddaughter has any illness, like anorexia." Mr. Liu patted his back, looking tired, clearly worn out by his granddaughter recently.

"Of course, no problem." Qin Nuo agreed readily, though he was surprised that Liang Zisu had studied medicine.

After bidding farewell to Mr. Liu, Qin Nuo went to the cafeteria, which was still deserted. He got a meal and ate by himself.

After dinner, Qin Nuo strolled around the campus as usual. By this time, it was after school, and the vast campus became quiet.

"Even though I've taken on a second role, the main storyline is still at a standstill. This instance seems impossible to complete."

Qin Nuo arrived at the field. The track was still sandy; without sponsorship, they couldn't build a rubber track. The exercise equipment was mostly ruined by rain, so he could only do some simple exercises on the parallel bars.

This time, he was playing a teacher, which gave him more freedom to investigate the mysterious principal, making it relatively easier.

But when Qin Nuo tried to subtly uncover the mysterious principal's identity from the teachers around him, their responses were similar to his own. Their descriptions of the principal were vague and playful, suggesting that perhaps everyone had seen him, or perhaps no one had.

The last statement left a lot of room for speculation.

It indirectly indicated that the teachers weren't sure if they had seen the principal.

The playful principal liked to play roles, like the biggest mysterious black fog in this abandoned ghost school, with no one able to unveil it.

So far, the only main storyline clue Qin Nuo had was the music box.

But after his mother mentioned seeing it, the trail went cold. Now, with a new role, the music box's significance had completely vanished.

Why did Li Xiaoming have an identical one?

Qin Nuo even considered that Li Xiaoming might be the so-called principal.

But he quickly dismissed this idea.

Not to mention how absurd it was, there were too many loopholes and unexplained aspects.

After some simple exercises, Qin Nuo worked up quite a sweat. Seeing that he'd had enough exercise, he left the empty field.

Returning to the daytime bushes, Qin Nuo didn't see Xiaorou or Xiao Hei, but Li Qianqian's meticulously made paper box was still there.

However, it looked trampled, filthy, and deformed.

"No need to feel guilty. I'm just playing a role. The one truly twisted is Liang Zisu," Qin Nuo told himself.

Just as he was about to leave, the game's notification sound suddenly echoed in his mind: "Congratulations, Player, for triggering a role-playing task. Due to excessive behavior during the day, Liang Zisu feels deeply guilty. At dusk, he returns here, intending to bandage Xiao Hei's wounds to ease his conscience."

"Please find Xiao Hei within 30 minutes to make amends for the bad behavior earlier!"

Qin Nuo was speechless.

Why does Liang Zisu have so much drama? One face during the day, another at night.

Isn't this like being both a whore and a saint?

Although this behavior was annoying, it also reinforced Qin Nuo's suspicion that Liang Zisu had significant mental health issues.

The condition report clearly stated that his mother's mental illness was hereditary, and Liang Zisu likely inherited it.

And it seemed to be getting worse.

However, there was one thing that didn't add up: Liang Zisu's symptoms were noticeably different from his mother's.

His mother's symptoms were extreme violent tendencies and self-harm.

Liang Zisu's symptoms were extreme duality, as if there were two completely different voices in his head, influencing his behavior and emotions.

Why is that?

The first thing Qin Nuo thought of was "schizophrenia," a common mental illness, which seemed to fit quite well.

But the difference was that in schizophrenia, the two personalities are unaware of each other's existence and think of themselves as normal.

Like the PE teacher in Class Three, whose split personalities were unaware of each other.

Liang Zisu, however, was aware of his dual behavior, sometimes violent and sometimes remorseful, which was odd.

For these reasons, Qin Nuo didn't delve too deeply, as the more he thought about it, the more it gave him a headache.

The task, although frustrating, was also motivating. Completing a role-playing task would significantly increase the progress of playing this character.

Qin Nuo picked up the paper box, which had clear black footprints on it.

The water bowl and cat food bowl Li Qianqian had placed inside were thrown aside, trampled to pieces.

"These don't look like a child's footprints. Who would be so bored to come here and vent on a paper box?"

After putting the paper box back in place, Qin Nuo hesitated for a moment and ventured deeper into the bushes.

As Qin Nuo entered, a shadow followed closely behind him...

In the bushes, it was even more eerie at night. Qin Nuo walked through, the sound of twigs cracking underfoot particularly jarring.

"Xiao Hei is now full of hostility towards me, and I'm thinking of regaining its trust. Is that a bit too far-fetched?"

Walking on the fallen leaves and twigs, Qin Nuo suddenly stopped, hearing some movement.

He reached out and parted the bushes in front of him, spotting Xiao Hei on a sycamore tree.

It was hanging there, its limbs and body pierced by sharp wires, blood flowing along them.

It struggled, making painful noises, clearly suffering.

Qin Nuo frowned. Who did this?

Xiao Hei also saw Qin Nuo, baring its teeth in pain, growling a warning, full of hostility towards him.

Qin Nuo didn't know how to start, so he tried saying, "Don't get agitated. Let me help you down first, and we can talk about the rest later, okay?"

Xiao Hei's hostility didn't diminish at all.

Suddenly, its gaze changed, becoming even more ferocious, accompanied by a low growl.

Qin Nuo didn't understand, but he soon sensed something.

A shadow silently appeared behind Qin Nuo, holding a sharp-bladed axe.

When it was within a meter, it aimed to strike Qin Nuo's head.

Qin Nuo, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, sidestepped, and at the same time, his right hand, covered in black veins, grabbed the shadow's wrist. Then, like plastic, he twisted it off, blood splattering, and the axe fell to the ground.

Qin Nuo saw the person clearly, filthy all over, with blood-red eyes, giving a crazed smile, not caring about the severed right wrist.

The person pulled out a dagger with the left hand, trying to attack again, but Qin Nuo kicked him away.

The person got up again, even though Qin Nuo's kick had left a dent in his chest, he showed no signs of injury.

"Do you want to end up like that beast, hanging from a tree?" he asked with a sinister smile.

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Qin Nuo furrowed his brow, "Where did this lunatic come from?"

He was about to charge forward but stopped.

The man's chest suddenly tore open, pierced by a hand, blood spurting as the hand withdrew.

A bloody heart was pulled out.

Li Qianqian tilted her head, looking curiously at the still-beating heart in her hand, her face stained with a few drops of blood...