"Old Zhang, you'd better kill more and more viruses. You're still a doctor, why don't you know how to prevent virus invasion..." After closing the dialog box, Zhu Jue turned his head to speak to Dr. Zhang, but found that Dr. Zhang was missing. "Where are you, Lao Zhang?" Zhu Jue immediately stood up and looked around at Dr. Zhang's office. There was basically nothing in the ten square meters except the desk and file cabinet. There was no place to hide people at all. And he didn't hear the sound of the door opening and closing just now, just as Dr. Zhang disappeared out of thin air.

Zhu Jue's expression suddenly became serious. Even if he was mentally ill, it did not mean that he could not realize the current situation. Something big happened.

"Old Zhang, how could you disappear!" Zhu Jue said while scanning around, "Who will complain about my jokes about computer viruses and doctors just now."

"...Oh, poor Lao Zhang must be dead." After making a judgment that was obviously not a normal person would make, Zhu Jue suddenly realized that this was a good opportunity to leave the hospital. There was no one in the office now, but there was also a white coat, shirt, hat and mask on the hood rack next to him, and Dr. Zhang's identity card was also placed on the desk. The two of them had a lot of figures. They dressed up and cooperated with their unparalleled acting skills. If other doctors and nurses didn't care much, they might be able to get out of the hospital.

Zhu Jue had no intention of escaping the hospital because he could not have been discharged from the hospital in his consciousness. However, after hearing what Dr. Zhang said, he didn't expect it to take three to five years to discharge the hospital. Now he couldn't accept it. Thinking of this, Zhu Jue decisively took off his top of the hospital, changed into a white shirt and coat on the side, then put on the flat glasses that Dr. Zhang usually used to pretend to be on the table, tightened the tie under the collar of the shirt in front of the mirror, and then pushed the glasses frame on the bridge of his nose, showing a contemptuous smile: "Hmph, how can the wisdom of mortals keep up with the ideas of our mentally ill patients? I'm simply too handsome."

After putting on a mask and a hat and making sure that he looked not much different from an ordinary doctor, Zhu Jue walked to the office door and prepared to open the door.

"Why can't this door be opened? Could it be that someone locked it?" Zhu Jue twisted the door handle hard again, pushed and pulled it a few times, but found that the door was not moving at all, and the window next to it was also sealed and unable to enter and exit. All the windows in the hospital were sealed. After all, it is necessary to prevent some patients from jumping off the building. "Lao Zhang, you have to lock the door when you die. It's a waste of my feelings." Without considering how a person who has been identified as a dead person can lock the door, Zhu Jue couldn't help but sigh, took off his mask and hat, and sat back on the chair.

Then Zhu Jue was attracted by the computer that was turned on again, because a window popped up again in the center of the screen.

"Do you really don't want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to really live? YES/NO"

"It looks much more comfortable without the ellipsis. Is this virus quite humane? Is the author a mobile app developed?" Zhu Jue said, and decisively chose NO again.

The moment the window closed, a new window jumped out again.

"Do you really don't want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to truly live? YES/NO"

"Retract the preface, are you upset? This author is definitely sick." Regardless of his true mental illness, he complained, Zhu Jue chose NO again. After all, his thinking is different from others. When he encounters this situation, he will feel uncomfortable if he doesn't choose NO.

Then there is a new window, but this time it is different from the last option.

"You have no other choice, anyway, what do you want to be the real one? YES/YES"

Choose one of two, and the result is YES. Zhu Jue suddenly fell silent for a few seconds, and then he finally made up his choice.

He turned off the power.

Suddenly, Zhu Jue felt his eyes turn dark, and then he remembered a strange voice from a man and a woman who couldn't argue: "You chose YES, welcome to N Space, candidates."

Then Zhu Jue found that he was standing in a vast white hall, except for a huge light curtain floating in the center of the hall, there was no other thing left.

When ordinary people face this situation, their first reaction may be shocked, but Zhu Jue immediately shouted: "You are a typical forced buying and selling, which is an immoral behavior. I obviously didn't choose anything. I now order you to release me back to the second hospital immediately... No, outside the second hospital, otherwise I will ask my lawyer to sue you, don't think that mentally ill people have no human rights."

"The candidate cannot leave the N space before completing the challenge task and achieving promotion." A figure suddenly appeared on the light curtain, and there was only one shadow. This sound seemed to be made by the figure, but for some reason, he obviously ignored Zhu Jue's first problem.

But Zhu Jue's idea was really weird. After being avoided by the first question, he forgot to ask, but looked around: "What is NC space here? Who are you? What do you want to do to me?"

"...This is N space, N means unknown." It seems that he was stunned for a moment of the description of NC space. Then the figure replied, "I am your guide. Every candidate entering N space will have a guide to guide."

"Since it means unknown, then why call it N space? Isn't it better to call it unknown space? Are you pretending to be arrogant? Use an English letter to express your nobleness, coldness, admiration of foreign countries, loss of power and humiliation of the country, and bad reviews." Zhu Jue seemed a little tired. He crossed his legs and sat on the ground, looked up at the figure in the light curtain and said, "Also, tea, snacks, since I called me over, I should be a guest. The service attitude of not serving tea to the guests is too bad. By the way, I want Darjeeling, snacks, and macarons, and black teapots must be scalded with hot water..."

"...A pot of Darjeeling black tea, a macaron snack set, a total of 1 point deducted. "The figure was silent for a longer time than last time. Then a light ball appeared in the light curtain money. The light ball slowly fell in front of Zhu Jue, and then changed into a teapot and tea cup filled with warm black tea, and a snack box containing about a dozen macarons.

"What kind of witchcraft is this?" Zhu Jue was a little surprised, but he decisively poured himself a cup of tea, took a big sip of hatred, and then stuffed a macaron into his mouth and chewed it. "It tastes good, by the way, what are the points you deducted just now?"

"After every candidate first enters the N space, he will be allocated 1,000 points. The points can be used to exchange for various prop abilities, or directly affect the enhancement of his own physical fitness." The figure explained.

After hearing this, Zhu Jue immediately spit out the macaron residue that had not yet swallowed it. "So those points are my things? You treat me with my things. The quality is too low! I don't want these things anymore. Take them back and exchange my points for them."

"..." The figure was silent for the third time, but after a moment, he suddenly cursed, "You are crazy!"

"How can you curse!" Zhu Jue jumped up when he heard this, "I'm a mental illness, not a mental illness, do you understand?"

"I just can't understand why the candidate I'm responsible for is a guy like you!" The figure in the light curtain kept waving his arms, as if he had a lot of dissatisfaction in his heart, "Isn't it just a little point, you just whine. Why do you want to spit out after you've eaten it?"

"What kind of service attitude are you doing? What about your leader? I want to complain to you!" Zhu Jue also pointed at the figure in the light curtain and said excitedly.

"Each of our guides is a highly self-disciplined artificial intelligence system, independently responsible for every candidate, and has no leader at all. If you really want to say that there is anything above us, then there is only the N space itself." The figure in the light curtain snorted coldly and said.

"Is there any artificial intelligence like you?" Zhu Jue looked disbelief.

The figure hummed again and said, "Each of our guides has an independent personality and thinking. If we release them from different candidates, we will develop our own unique personality. I am not forced by you, and it has only been less than five minutes."

"Then won't I get back this little point?" Zhu Jue rubbed the macaron residue that he spit on the ground with his feet. For some reason, the residue slowly dripped into balls of light particles and then disappeared into the air, while the other intact did not change at all.

"It cannot be recycled after redemption of daily necessities." The figure said, and he waved his hand and continued, "Okay, I'll explain it to you now. N Space will select candidates in various ways to train and fight, such as pop-ups on the computer. The selected candidates must strengthen themselves through points, because the battle scenes are independent dangerous worlds, robots, aliens, superpowers, immortals, magicians, and these enemies you may encounter. Of course, sometimes a person is poor, and the candidates will be assigned to form a team to fight together, and the candidates will also fight between the candidates. Points are obtained through fighting and completing designated tasks. Continuously strengthening and fighting continues until you die or be promoted. This is the fate of the candidates."

"Why is this for? There is no benefit, who will beat you to death?" Zhu Jue said his question.

"Isn't it good to give you superhuman power?" asked the figure, "And until the end of the battle, you may still have the opportunity to be promoted, and from then on, you will be separated from the identity of an ordinary person and become an immortal existence. All your long-cherished wishes can be achieved."

"So can my mental illness be cured?" Zhu Jue asked, "My biggest wish is to be cured of illness and discharged from the hospital. If I can cure the disease, I will do it!"

"...Yes!" The shadow's silence this time was longer than the last few times combined.
Chapter completed!