Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god.

Chapter 344 Falsehood and Truth

When Jiang Lin saw Max calling for a doctor, her first reaction was to run away subconsciously.

Faced with two tall doctors, Jiang Lin was subdued without any chance of fighting back.

How could she, a weak little girl who loved painting, be a match for the strong medical staff in the mental hospital?

In the solitary confinement cell on the fourth floor, Jiang Lin was tied tightly to a chair with restraints and couldn't help but sigh.

"I was careless. It seems that Max's lost memories and cognitive impairment are more profound than I imagined..."

"And I was stupid. If I hadn't run away and tried to explain myself, there might have been a chance to turn things around. But running away meant I was already sitting back and watching him think about 'escaping', wasn't it?"

Jiang Lin sighed, looking up at the soft light on the ceiling.

"But how do we break the deadlock now..."

"Not only am I tied up here and unable to move, but even if I'm released later, I'm afraid that because of Max's report, I'll be under close surveillance by the medical staff."

Jiang Lin thought about it and felt a headache.

She was not very good at dealing with situations like this.

The only thing to be thankful for... although Max reported himself, the vocabulary book was not taken away.

If that vocabulary book was taken away, and the words I wrote on it were exposed to those medical staff...

Regardless of whether those guys were truly wholeheartedly acting as doctors and treating themselves as patients, or whether they were imprisoning themselves with ulterior motives and knew of their identity as "players", Jiang Lin felt that their level of confinement might have to be increased by one level.

If it was the former, those doctors, after seeing their notes, would certainly feel that their imaginary symptoms were very serious and required strict supervision and treatment.

If it's the latter...

Then they would definitely not allow Jiang Lin to realize the "truth".

"Anyway, there's still hope..."

While Jiang Lin was thinking, the door of the solitary confinement room was suddenly pushed open.

A middle-aged doctor of normal build walked in quickly, holding a notebook and a folding chair under his arm.

He walked up to Jiang Lin, opened the folding chair under Jiang Lin's curious gaze, and sat directly in front of Jiang Lin.

"Oh my! The patient on the fourth floor is showing signs of worsening symptoms..."

"The dean is away, this is really troublesome."

Jiang Lin looked at the doctor sitting down and listened to his complaining tone, and something dawned on her.

This is directed at myself.

Moreover, judging from the slightly different payment method, more complicated chest badge and older age of this doctor compared to the doctor in the previous room, this doctor should be a more senior doctor.

Sure enough, after sitting down, the other party took out a pen from his jacket pocket, opened the notebook in his hand and placed it on his knees, cleared his throat and spoke with a cough.

"Cough cough...cough!"

"Hello, this is Jiang Lin from the single room on the fourth floor, right?"

"I'm an expert doctor in this hospital. You can call me Lao Li or Doctor Li."

The doctor spoke very convincingly, sounding very expert.

Jiang Lin nodded slightly.

"Yes, I'm Jiang Lin," she replied cautiously. "Are you here to treat me?"

"Treatment? No, no, no, it's an assessment and examination," Doctor Li shook his head. "You ran to the second floor and tried to drag the other patients away with you... According to the patients on the second floor, you seem to have severe delusional symptoms."

"You seem to think the real world is a game, and the goal of this game is to escape from the asylum?"

Doctor Li lowered his head and wrote in the notebook while speaking nonchalantly.

"Really? I was just joking," Jiang Lin began to try to rationalize her behavior with a belated excuse, "To be honest, I just made a friend, and she seems to be an outgoing person..."

"So I just wanted to make a joke, but because this is a mental hospital and I'm a mental patient, she overreacted a bit."

Jiang Lin tried hard to tell the reason she had just made up before the doctor arrived in a serious tone.

Although it's lame, it is indeed an explanation.

but……

Unfortunately, this explanation does not hold water.

"Then why are you running?"

Dr. Li asked directly, getting to the point.

Jiang Lin was suddenly speechless.

She hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "I...I'm a little scared."

This is certainly even more impossible to convince the doctor.

Doctor Li shook his head, sighed, and continued writing.

"Jiang Lin, Jiang Lin... You still think this is all a game, so you're trying to trick me, an NPC, right?"

Jiang Lin lowered her head and said nothing.

She did think so, but even if she was called out by the other party...

"You also just think that I'm a very smart NPC now, or that this game's mechanics made me say that, right?"

Dr. Li continued.

Jiang Lin now found it a little unbelievable. She looked up at Dr. Li in surprise.

Dr. Li put down the pen in his hand, showed her the notebook and started flipping through it.

"Ms. Jiang, this isn't the first time I've come to assess your condition... Although most of the hospital's experts disagree, as the doctor who knows you best, I now believe I can negotiate with you."

"You've exhibited this symptom of thinking 'reality' is a game many times."

As Dr. Li spoke, Jiang Lin looked at him, feeling a little confused.

"What do you mean?"

She asked subconsciously, as if it was a little unreal.

"You have been experiencing delusional symptoms and have attempted to escape from the hospital more than once."

Jiang Lin's mind was in a mess, and she said, "But...but I do..."

"Are you trying to say you actually saw something paranormal? The one with your own handwriting appearing in it?"

Doctor Li said this in a cold voice, and Jiang Lin looked at him in surprise.

"how do you know?"

"That was given to you by the patient on the second floor—the two of you had very similar delusional symptoms, so you influenced each other during your communication," Dr. Li continued. "That notebook was made by him... He imitated your handwriting."

"As for the automatic emergence... it's because of the temperature."

"That notebook is very small, and it changes color when you hold it in your palm. The special ink that changes color and reveals the words is something you can buy at any stationery store these days."

Jiang Lin was stunned: "What..."

But she still found a loophole: "No, but he lives in a mental hospital, how could he get that special ink?!"

"You're still lying to me!"

Dr. Li sighed.

"This is a psychiatric hospital, not a prison... As long as the items aren't dangerous like knives, family members can bring them in."

"The kid's family sent him some ink. We didn't check to see if it was anything special. We just thought he wanted to write something."

"Until the first item he made for you was discovered..."

"And we don't know how many vocabulary books like this he has hidden away!"