Yin Xiu compared the floor plan with the structure, and the half that was blacked out was most likely the so-called mental district.
Taking medication can mask danger and create a false sense of security for players, so taking medication is not the right path. Therefore, not taking medication can be a reference point. However, not taking medication will gradually worsen the mental impact and lead to the mental state.
Yin Xiu carefully considered the matter and concluded that if the courtyard was in the mental district, then the mental district was worth a visit.
"In the examination room, I saw the mental health rating system for patients at this mental hospital. If they continue not to take their medication, it will have a mental impact, and then they will be sent to the mental ward." Yin Xiu told Zhong Mu the mental illness rating system he had recorded.
Zhong Mu immediately took out paper and pen to record the information. After reading it, he remembered that Yin Xiu would continue to not take the medicine and fell into deep thought.
"But Brother Xiu, this mental hospital has a pretty big impact on players' mental health. Level 2 is already terrifying. Look at Level 3, you'll start hallucinating and can't help but attack people around you. I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it." Zhong Mu looked worried. After all, it was common knowledge that Brother Xiu had low magic resistance. His amnesia and his past would always become a condition that bound Yin Xiu.
"It's alright." Yin Xiu casually folded the floor plan and put it in his pocket, his slightly lowered eyes filled with nonchalance. "I'm not the same person I used to be. It's time to challenge my weakness."
If he continues to be mentally affected, the monsters in the dungeon will frequently use these methods to influence him. If he fails once, he will try again. As long as the weakness remains, he will eventually be defeated.
Yin Xiu disliked this; his hidden wounds were being exposed time and time again. So, he simply stopped hiding them and tore the wound open all at once, letting the blood form a scab to heal this weakness.
Whatever Lady Night prepared for him, he accepted it all. He would either be trapped in this instance or break out and become a god of death that they feared and could no longer control.
Seeing that Yin Xiu looked very serious, Zhong Mu didn't say anything more.
He nodded. "If you really have no other choice, Brother Xiu, you can come to me. I will help you."
"Just take care of yourself. This instance wasn't originally your business, but you ended up coming in with me by accident." Yin Xiu sighed slightly. "If I go into the insane zone, you take care of yourself in the mental zone."
"It's okay! Brother Xiu, don't worry!" Zhong Mu nodded encouragingly, then, as if remembering something, searched his item pocket. "This time, all the items for players on this difficulty level have been confiscated. Only I was able to use items because the difficulty was lowered. In case I don't know what might happen to Brother Xiu, take this with you."
Zhong Mu took a pretty little white butterfly hair clip out of her pocket and handed it to Yin Xiu.
"..." Yin Xiu looked at the little butterfly hair clip and fell silent. "I think it would be better to give it to Ya Ya."
"No, no, Brother Xiu, this is a communication device." Zhong Mu explained in a panic. He quickly clipped the hair clip to his sleeve. As soon as the hair clip was attached, the little white butterfly on it immediately fluttered its wings and flew up, landing on Zhong Mu's finger.
"By attaching the hair clip anywhere like this, you can make the butterfly fly and turn it into a communication device. That way, if Brother Xiu needs me to do anything in the mental area, I can help him. After all, the comments are blocked this time!"
Zhong Mu explained hastily, afraid that Yin Xiu would think he wanted him to put a little butterfly on his head, even though he really wanted to see it! But he couldn't say anything!
"I see." Yin Xiu nodded slowly. "Only two?"
"And another thing! This drops from monsters in a dungeon. You get a pair every time you kill one. Players in the town have gotten a lot of them. But in a dungeon, only two butterflies of the same color can communicate. After all, it's an item, and you can't use it like a radio by adjusting the channel." Zhong Mu clipped the small hair clip to Yin Xiu's sleeve and stood a little further away to use it. You could indeed hear Zhong Mu's voice inside.
"Just in case Brother Xiu needs to contact someone else, I'll give you another pair of red butterflies." Zhong Mu, with her keen insight, slipped two more butterflies to Yin Xiu. Since Yin Xiu had asked, it must be because someone else wanted to use them.
"Okay." Yin Xiu nodded and put the three butterflies away.
Just as the next course of action was confirmed, the mental hospital's loudspeaker suddenly blared again: "At 6:30 p.m., it is time for all patients to go to the dining area for dinner. Dinner will start at 6 p.m. and end at 8 p.m. All patients must return to their rooms to sleep by 9 p.m. Please arrange your rest time according to the announcement."
After the broadcast ended, Yin Xiu turned to look at the clock in the room; it was 6:30.
This time, the dungeon confiscated the players' items, which meant that everyone could no longer bring their own food as before. Zhong Mu, the only one who had items, was suddenly pulled in while on his way to find Yin Xiu. He had not prepared any food for the dungeon and had to go to the cafeteria for meals.
"Brother Xiu, you're in stage two now. Won't it be too uncomfortable to go out for a meal?" Zhong Mu stared at Yin Xiu with concern. He could barely bear to look at the bloody and mangled corridor, let alone Yin Xiu, who had to stay in this state all the time.
"It's nothing." Yin Xiu shook his head lightly, stood up, and said, "Let's go."
In the entire hospital, only the patients' wards were clean and tidy. If Yin Xiu really couldn't take it anymore, he could come back here to catch his breath. He could also take Zhong Mu to the cafeteria to see what the differences would be from the two perspectives.
Zhong Mu obediently followed Yin Xiu out. After taking his medicine, he saw that the hospital was indeed clean and tidy, brightly lit, and there was nothing that made him uncomfortable.
Instead, Yin Xiu pushed open the door and went out. Blood dripped from the ceiling, the corridor was gloomy, and a dark, twisted, blurry figure crawled on the floor. Everything he saw, except for the players, had changed: the staff's portraits, the flowers and plants, and the walls on all sides.
Yin Xiu took a deep breath, stepped onto the soft, bloody floor, kicked away the dark shadow crawling at his feet, and followed the other players who were heading to the cafeteria.
The so-called mental influence was just that he could bear seeing some uncomfortable scenes, but Yin Xiu's vision was always red, and some dizziness and tinnitus lingered for a long time, which would really make people feel irritable after a while.
Zhong Mu followed behind Yin Xiu, watching him kick his feet every now and then, then stagger forward, his face full of worry.
This continued until the two reached the cafeteria entrance.
Yin Xiu, who was still able to walk, suddenly stopped and stood straight in front of the cafeteria without going in.