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The brief dizziness disappeared, and Amamiya Natsuki opened his eyes to find himself in a gloomy, dimly lit room.
He was sitting on a chair, in front of an old office desk.
A desk lamp sat on the upper right corner of the desk, casting a faint, yellowish light.
Amamiya Natsuki looked down at himself; his easy-to-move black tracksuit was gone, replaced by a yellowed white coat, with an ID card hanging on his chest, bearing an unfamiliar name.
The room was empty, with only himself inside; his teammates were nowhere to be seen.
"It seems different from usual…"
The strange, unprecedented opening made Amamiya Natsuki raise an eyebrow slightly.
He remained seated, calmly opening his game panel to check the mission content.
[Current Dungeon: Dark Hospital]
Please note, the current instance is in role-playing mode. You have randomly acquired an identity, and your appearance and characteristics have been disguised.
Please do not easily reveal your identity. Please play your role well. Once you arouse the suspicion of the instance creatures, you will be attacked.
Player Identity: Unscrupulous Doctor with a Terminal Illness
"Hey, hey, isn't this identity a bit off?" Seeing this, Amamiya Natsuki raised his eyebrows slightly and couldn't help but complain, "He's already terminally ill, yet he still insists on coming to work. That's too dedicated!"
He continued to read.
Based on your current identity, you have received the following tasks—
Task One: As a doctor, saving lives and healing the wounded is your bounden duty. Please complete your professional work and receive positive reviews from ten patients.
Amamiya Natsuki squinted: "He's already a rotten, fallen unscrupulous doctor, who would still save lives and heal the wounded!"
Task Two: Find your most precious forgotten item.
Note: You can choose to exit the instance by completing any task.
Finally, I wish the player a pleasant game.
The first task was fine, but the second task was completely baffling.
"Is there no time limit?"
Amamiya Natsuki raised his eyebrows slightly, and quickly discovered the blind spot in the task description.
Previous instances usually had a limited survival time. Even players who drilled holes and hid as soon as they entered the instance could clear it as long as they lasted until the time ran out.
Of course, if the instance had no time limit, in other words, to clear and leave, one must complete the character tasks, which obviously didn't give players a chance to play passively.
"A role-playing instance, this is truly the first time I've seen one."
Amamiya Natsuki finished processing the tasks, picked up the small mirror on the desk, and looked at himself.
A strange man with dark circles under his eyes, a pale complexion, a thin figure, and a decadent expression appeared in the mirror.
"Hmm... the abs are still there."
Amamiya Natsuki touched his eight-pack abs and quickly came to a conclusion.
"Only the appearance has been disguised; the body is still his own body."
Amamiya Natsuki tried to speak again, and a low, hoarse voice came out of his mouth.
"Sure enough, the voice is different too."
Amamiya Natsuki thought while wiggling his pinky finger.
Both the voice and appearance had been disguised, making it quite troublesome to find other people, especially since exposure would lead to attack, so everyone could only cautiously conceal their true identities.
Amamiya Natsuki then fumbled around his body and quickly found a worn-out wallet in his pocket.
Opening it, he saw a few crumpled banknotes and a photograph inside.
Amamiya Natsuki took out the yellowed photo. It showed Doctor Sato in his youth, holding an elementary schooler in his arms, with a Ferris wheel at an amusement park in the background. Both of them were smiling happily.
"Father and daughter?"
Amamiya Natsuki looked at the photo carefully, and a prompt quietly appeared before his eyes.
(You have carefully observed and discovered an important clue.)
"Where is it important? Please be more specific."
Amamiya Natsuki complained in a low voice.
Unfortunately, there was no response.
At this moment, his pinky finger quickly trembled slightly, and Fujiwara Chika sent a message.
"Currently safe."
The compass could only determine the general direction, not Fujiwara Chika's exact location.
The only teammate he could find was...
Amamiya Natsuki finished his thoughts, put the wallet back into his pocket, and then pulled out a notebook.
"Items can be taken out."
Amamiya Natsuki continued to try, and a mushroom appeared in his palm again.
"Very good, skills can also be used."
Next, Amamiya Natsuki searched the entire consultation room, found nothing useful, and was about to go out when a knock on the door suddenly sounded.
Knock, knock, knock...
Amamiya Natsuki raised his eyebrows slightly, sat back behind the desk, and said in a deep voice:
"Come in."
The door creaked open from the outside, and then a patient walked in.
"Good heavens, I was worried before that I didn't have professional knowledge and wouldn't be able to complete the tasks of treating illnesses, saving people, and helping the wounded." Looking at the female patient who walked in, Amamiya Natsuki couldn't help but complain in his heart, "Even the top medical experts wouldn't be able to cure this kind of patient!"
The patient who came in from outside was wearing a blue and white sailor uniform, with a blue bow tie at her chest, a pleated skirt on her lower body, black over-the-knee socks, and flat leather shoes, with her exposed thighs fair and smooth.
He didn't expect the first patient to come for a consultation to be a high school Headless JK.
Amamiya Natsuki simply estimated that the curves on the sailor uniform were quite graceful, and the patient had a good figure, at least capable of beating several Sheltered Ojou-sama.
Of course, what was truly important was that this high school Headless JK held a blood-stained kitchen knife in her hand, her sailor uniform was covered in dark red bloodstains, and above her collar, it was empty, with nothing there.
That's right.
The patient in front of him was a cute, headless Headless JK.
Fortunately, Amamiya Natsuki was quite experienced. Seeing a headless Headless JK holding a blood-stained kitchen knife walk in, he remained calm and said:
"This patient, please sit."
The Headless JK closed the door, slowly walked over, sat in the chair opposite Amamiya Natsuki, and then a faint sobbing sound quietly rang out.
This is not scientific!
You don't even have a head, how did you cry out loud!
Speaking of which, when Xing Tian danced with his shield and axe, he used his navel as his mouth and eyes. Are you crying with your navel too?
A moment later.
The Headless JK's crying finally stopped, followed by a faint voice:
"Doctor, I'm here for a follow-up visit..."
Amamiya Natsuki's mouth twitched slightly.
Good heavens, it was a follow-up visit right away. Heaven knows what the unscrupulous doctor did during the last consultation.
"Sorry, I forgot you were coming for a consultation today. I've been very busy..." Amamiya Natsuki said, taking out paper and a pen, pretending to record, "Please describe your current situation in detail."
The Headless JK made no other movements, her tone faint:
"I like Kazuya. I've liked him since I was a child. But after high school, Kazuya actually started dating another girl behind my back... Why?"
The Headless JK's voice suddenly became sharp:
"Why did I accompany Kazuya for so long, and he wouldn't even look at me more than once?"
"Why did he confess and start dating that girl after knowing her for less than a month?"
"Is it just because that girl is prettier than me?"
"This is unfair!"
"..."
Amamiya Natsuki intertwined his fingers and casually said:
"As everyone knows, most men in this Japan are superficial creatures who only look at faces."
Thud!
The blood-stained dagger was plunged into the desk.
A cold aura surged towards Amamiya Natsuki. The headless Headless JK leaned forward slightly, revealing the bloody and blurry cross-section of her neck, and said coldly:
"Doctor, you are not allowed to speak ill of Kazuya. Kazuya is not that kind of superficial boy."
Good heavens, you're not even allowed to say a single word. You're actually a simp, aren't you!
"You misunderstood, I was just talking about myself." Amamiya Natsuki glanced at the dagger and changed the subject as if nothing had happened, "Is your Kazuya very handsome?"
"That's right, he's my Kazuya." The Headless JK's voice immediately softened. She clasped her hands in front of her chest, and it was unclear where the sound came from, "Kazuya is the most handsome boy in the world."
It was confirmed, this headless Headless JK was indeed a simp.
The Headless JK continued:
"When I came for a consultation last time, the doctor told me that it was because I wasn't pretty enough that Kazuya didn't look at me, and suggested I have plastic surgery..."
Suggesting plastic surgery right off the bat, as expected of an unscrupulous doctor, truly heartless.
Amamiya Natsuki suddenly thought of a question:
"Could it be that he was the one who got rid of the Headless JK's head?"
The Headless JK continued faintly:
"But I didn't have that much money, and the doctor was unwilling to perform plastic surgery on me. Finally, he told me that if I didn't have money, I could change my head myself."
Amamiya Natsuki: "..."
No wonder you don't have a head. So you believed the unscrupulous doctor's nonsense and were going to swap heads with someone else! No normal person would believe that, right!
"I listened to the doctor's words, snuck into the house of the girl Kazuya was dating at night, cut off that girl's head, and put it on myself." The Headless JK continued, "But the head I put on couldn't speak or see anything, so I could only grope my way to find Kazuya."
"It was hard enough to find Kazuya. Because I couldn't see anything, I bumped into a tree, and my head immediately fell off. Kazuya was so scared he ran away..."
Nonsense, anyone who saw their girlfriend's head fall off would turn and run!
"I listened to the doctor's words and changed my head, but Kazuya didn't like me; instead, he ran away when he saw me..." The Headless JK pulled out the kitchen knife from the desk, her voice turning cold, and the temperature in the consultation room quietly dropped, "Did the doctor lie to me?"
"The method you told me simply cannot win Kazuya's love."
Amamiya Natsuki was not flustered at all and said:
"I understand the basic condition. Before the diagnosis, let me ask two questions."
"May I ask, patient, where do you produce sound from?"
The Headless JK did not attack immediately and answered faintly:
"My stomach."
Amamiya Natsuki said:
"You said you couldn't see things and easily bumped your head, causing it to fall off. So, if you could see things, that would be fine, right?"
"I have a method that should allow you to see things."
"What method?"
"This patient, regarding your current situation, I have thought of a treatment plan. However, before that, I would like to ask you a question... Do you want to obtain Kazuya's person, or do you want to obtain Kazuya's heart?"
"Th-that..."
The Headless JK couldn't help but stammer.
Amamiya Natsuki intertwined his fingers, playing the role of the unscrupulous doctor, and continued:
"Obtaining a person is simple. You find an unmanned basement and lock Kazuya in a cage. This way, Kazuya will forever belong to you alone."
"Oh, I see!"
The Headless JK quickly stood up and bowed, her voice excited, "Thank you, Doctor!"
"Sit down and continue," Amamiya Natsuki said, pressing his right hand down, "It's a bit difficult to win Kazuya's heart, but it's not impossible…"
"What method?"
Headless JK's voice was filled with anticipation.
Amamiya Natsuki smiled, perfectly playing the role of an unscrupulous doctor:
"It'll cost more money."
Headless JK: "…"
"I'm sorry, Doctor," Headless JK said, her voice a little nervous, "I gave you all the money from the last consultation, I don't have any left."
"With so many patients, if everyone says they don't have money, it's very difficult for me," Amamiya Natsuki said unhurriedly, "However, since you're here for a follow-up visit, there's another way to pay."
"What… method?"
Headless JK nervously clutched the corner of her clothes, instinctively feeling that Amamiya Natsuki's tone was somewhat dangerous.
"It's simple," Amamiya Natsuki lowered his voice, "For some reason, I need you to stay by my side temporarily. You do whatever I tell you to do."
Whether it's a person or a vengeful spirit, as long as there's a weakness, they're easy to control.
It's still unclear what the situation outside the Hospital Ward is like. Headless JK, as a dungeon character, can perfectly serve as a guide.
Besides that, consultations probably need to be done one by one, like one radish, one pit. Letting Headless JK occupy a pit first means he can move freely afterward.
Even if other monsters suspect something, everything can be pushed onto the JK girl.
I forgot, Headless JK has no head.
"I'm sorry…" Headless JK was silent for a while before weakly saying, "Can I go back and see Kazuya first?"
Amamiya Natsuki flatly refused: "Of course not. Stay by my side now."
Are you kidding? I'm keeping you to be a shield. If you leave, how can you be a shield?!
Seeing Headless JK still hesitant and unwilling to agree, Amamiya Natsuki placed his hands on the desk and said in a low voice:
"When you get Kazuya's body, you wouldn't want him to still be thinking about other girls, would you?"
"…"
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