Silence was Cambridge tonight.
The player who had been speaking with such impassioned eloquence froze. His neck went stiff, like an old mechanical shaft, every movement seeming to produce a faint click.
"What's wrong?" Bo Yi raised an eyebrow slightly at the players' mouths hanging open in shock.
"You... you're not dead?"
Bo Yi folded his arms. "Why would I be dead?"
The players choked on their words. Only then did their brains, brought to a standstill by shock, slowly begin working again.
Right. That lump of "meat" the two orderlies had carried away had been such a bloody mess that none of the fabric on it retained any recognizable color. There had been no way to tell whether he was wearing a doctor's white coat or a patient gown like theirs... They had simply assumed that anyone who died in an Instance was a player.
"So..." One player finally caught on. If Bo Yi was standing before them perfectly fine, then what they had carried away earlier-"That... that thing just now was actually the doctor?"
Bo Yi nodded.
Everyone fell silent. They recalled the lump of meat that had just been carried away, then looked at Bo Yi, who stood before them looking utterly unruffled and perfectly clean, save for a few bloodstains on the cuffs of his patient gown. They swallowed hard.
Well, well... You really couldn't judge a book by its cover...
"Then... what happened in there?" one player asked tentatively. "What did you do inside?"
The other players came back to their senses and hurried to join in. "Yeah, yeah... Why did the doctor end up like that?"
"How do they 'create a personal file,' like the nurse said earlier? Is it dangerous?"
Questions came flying from every direction, and Bo Yi had no idea