Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 373 Black Robe—The Nun

Lu Chusheng has some memory gaps. He remembers that he and Zhou Yuanyang seemed to have had a big argument, but he can't recall the details.

For example, what exactly did they argue about?

"Brother Lu."

Seeing that Lu Chusheng hadn't responded for a while, the doctor became a little impatient.

“I really don’t think it’s necessary to ask Zhou Yuanyang. Don’t forget that he’s very hostile towards us right now. Besides, memories can be restored.”

The doctor made a rough estimate at this point, saying, "Since the memory has begun to recover, there will definitely be frequent memory fragments appearing later on, so there's absolutely no need to ask Zhou Yuanyang..."

After he had rambled on and on, until his throat was parched, and still hadn't received a response from Lu Chusheng, the doctor fell silent.

He looked at Lu Chusheng, who had a cold and pale face, and stopped his incessant admonitions.

Forget it...

The doctor wiped his face with his hand, then slowly straightened his glasses and put them back on.

Ask whatever you want, anyway, the inspection team isn't afraid of those lunatics from the Black Robe Church anymore...

"understood."

While the doctor's mind was still racing with other thoughts, Lu Chusheng stood up.

He first tilted his head back and downed the already cold tea in one gulp, then bent down to put the teacup back on the table.

With a soft clang.

Lu Chusheng's tone returned to its usual calm.

"Thank you."

Whether it was helping him seal away his memories in the past, or telling him about those confusing things from before... Lu Chusheng was very grateful for it.

The doctor paused for a second, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"There's no need to thank me."

The doctor shook his head. "I really don't think I did anything particularly good."

At best, it could only be a matter of using his innate skills to rekindle Lu Chusheng's hope for life... but that was also very useful to him at the time.

After all, he also relies on the inspection team to make a living.

"Thank you."

Lu Chusheng spoke succinctly, taking several props out of his backpack and throwing them at the doctor as the latter frantically caught them.

"It's too late, get some rest."

After saying that, Lu Chusheng left the room.

The doctor's smile only faded when he heard the door close.

He looked at the several highly functional props in his arms and slowly, slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

Ultimately, it's all a psychological problem.

Lin Feng is, Yu Shijiu is... and Lu Chusheng is too.

When it comes to those emotional wounds, sometimes all you can do is force yourself to get through them.

"It's difficult..."

The doctor bent down and picked up each of the instruments to check their effects, then sighed.

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"Ok?"

The nun shook the test tube, and bright red blood slowly flowed from her hand.

"You mean, Bishop Zhou wants me to go see him?"

The person who came was an ordinary player. He kept his head down and quickly replied:

"Yes, Sister, Bishop Zhou said he has something very important to discuss with you privately."

The player suppressed their fear and tried to remain calm, but their eyes unconsciously drifted towards the nun's side—

On the stark white wall hung several large, black wooden crosses, with several men bound to them in a spread-eagle position, their faces contorted in agony. They simply opened their mouths wide in silence, but no sound came out, as if their tongues had been cut off...

The player broke out in a cold sweat, and just as he was filled with fear, his chin was suddenly lifted up by a beautiful, slender finger.

"What are you looking at?"

The nun's beautiful face came into his view, her bright red lips curving slightly, emitting a dazzling allure.

"Do you also want to be my drug user?"

"..." The player suddenly came to his senses and immediately knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"Sister! I didn't have that thought! Absolutely not!!"

Players who were afraid of being chosen as medicine kept kowtowing, and their foreheads turned blue and purple after just a few kowtows.

"That's right, I was just glancing around casually, just glancing around, there's definitely nothing there, nothing there—"

"Oh?"

The nun withdrew her hand, and the boiling red potion in her hand began to flow down as she tilted her head.

"What's wrong with being my drug user?"

The red liquid dripped slowly onto the ground, like thick, twisting blood, trembling as if alive.

The players were too afraid to speak.

He now wishes he could slap himself a few times, just to wake himself up from his momentary lapse in judgment.

"...I, I, I am, I am..."

His mind was in complete chaos, and he had no idea how to answer the nun's question. He could only stammer for a long time, not daring to refuse, nor daring to agree.

For a moment, the player felt like he was going crazy.

What should we do?

"grown ups."

Footsteps came from the open door, along with a somewhat timid and weak male voice.

Is there anything else you wanted to see me about?

It is pastoral rule.

He still looked cowardly and timid, standing by the door with his head down, not even glancing at the player kneeling on the ground.

"coming."

The nun casually tossed aside the half-splashed red medicine in her hand, and with a cracking sound, she lazily grabbed a towel and wiped her hands.

"Clean up the trash here."

As she spoke, the nun walked to the player who was kneeling on the ground and stepped on the back of his hand, slowly but forcefully.

"Let's go. Didn't Zhou Yuanyang say he needed to see me?"

A cracking sound of bones breaking echoed from the back of his hand. The player, in pain, wanted to pull his hand away but dared not, and could only nod repeatedly, enduring the excruciating pain to reply:

"I, I'll take the nun there right away."

The nun seemed satisfied. She lightly withdrew her foot and, as she passed the door, approached the shepherd who stood motionless.

"Remember to clean it thoroughly," the nun chuckled softly, "and those people on the shelves, heal their disgusting wounds until I get back."

"Yes."

Mu Gui kept his head down, not daring to look at her.

Only after the nun's figure disappeared behind the player whose wrist had been broken did Mu Gui raise his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his face.

Because of the previous "transaction," although he was ostensibly a nun's "medicine patient," he did not receive the same treatment as other "medicine patients," and could even be considered the nun's assistant.

Of course, he couldn't make the nuns' potions; he usually just did chores like cleaning... but it was still terrifying.

E.g……

Mu Gui licked his lips, calmed his breathing several times, and then took the mop by the door and went inside.

Upon entering, the strong, pungent smell of blood and stench emanating from human bodies assaulted the depths of his nose and mouth, almost making Mu Gui vomit.

Even though he had smelled it countless times, he still couldn't get used to it.

Shepherd covered his mouth and nose as he approached the players nailed to the crosses.

No, it should be called "medicine person".

The medicine people sensed someone approaching, and their ulcerated, bloodshot eyes slowly turned to look at Mu Gui.