Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god.

Chapter 346: Strategies Against Robins

Five floors.

After Dr. Li opened the password door, he led Jiang Lin in.

Under the protection of security personnel, the more spacious, brighter and even slightly new corridors are empty, with almost nothing in them.

Doctor Li took Jiang Lin for several rounds, but still nothing happened.

"Is this what you call a back-up plan?"

"Now you should believe it, that stuff is complete nonsense!"

Doctor Li said this and stopped.

Jiang Lin gripped the vocabulary book tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white.

After a long time, Jiang Lin finally let go of her hand as if she accepted her fate.

"So...was it all just my imagination?"

"Of course," Dr. Li said in a deep voice, "If you receive treatment now, you can still be saved."

Jiang Lin still didn't give up.

"But even if everything is fake, that guy even used special ink to forge handwriting to deceive me. It's impossible that there is really nothing on the fifth floor, right?"

Doctor Li sighed and lowered his eyes: "You have to know that guy can't even get up to the fifth floor."

Jiang Lin bit her lower lip and stared straight at Dr. Li's face: "You are lying to me. Your expression just now just proves that guy has been to the fifth floor."

Doctor Li looked at Jiang Lin.

After a long pause, he spoke again: "Well, he did sneak up here once... but it was only a moment later that he was dragged out by security!"

"Then if you want to convince me completely, prove it to me. Show me where he was at that time."

Doctor Li obviously couldn't stop Jiang Lin, so he could only sigh and take her to the door of a critically ill patient.

"It's right here - but it's impossible to open the door. There are very dangerous and critically ill patients inside."

Doctor Li said.

But Jiang Lin stood here and suddenly spoke subconsciously.

"No... there's no need to open the door."

She saw a stick figure-like mark floating in front of the door.

Like...

A gray crow.

And when Jiang Lin saw the gray crow, she felt as if her consciousness and soul were hit by a heavy hammer!

"boom!"

Jiang Lin staggered drowsily and squatted down with her hands covering her head.

"Ugh..."

In her mind, she seemed to see the scene when this mark was engraved.

"You made it here? Congratulations!"

"Behind this door lies the secret of this dungeon's core scheme and design. Your presence here allows you to conceal my true purpose. Because they'll rely on the door's self-correction mechanism once it's opened, they'll overlook the backup plan I've left on the door."

"The guy who designed this dungeon is very powerful, but... as I understand it, there is no one in Kirishima who can surpass that crow."

"Therefore, cognitive interference methods cannot desecrate the mark of the True God of this world—and the same applies to the memories that this mark can bring."

"Now, you should remember everything, right?"

"It doesn't matter if you can't take out the [Prop], don't forget... you already have a [Prop] that belongs to you."

"Use it as an anchor to regain your own authority."

"Then... their deception will seem like a real farce to you."

The memory that was almost instilled into his mind gradually became clearer with each stroke of the crow mark.

Finally, Jiang Lin let out a breath and looked at Dr. Li.

"I saw you were lying to me."

"This place is definitely fake. It's not a mental hospital at all. It's just a copy of a game!"

"You cannot change the directly related memories about 'God'."

Dr. Li was a little surprised when he heard Jiang Lin's words.

But then he said seriously, "It seems your illness can't be cured so easily."

"Then think about your parents, Miss Jiang..."

"Do you think they are fake too?"

Jiang Lin didn't answer.

She held up the vocabulary book in her hand and said, "You want proof of the player's item permissions, right? This is it!"

"This thing... originally belonged to me!"

Hearing Jiang Lin say this, Dr. Li seemed relieved and spoke confidently.

"Then put it away—according to what you said, shouldn't you be able to put it into the prop space?"

"I don't need you to get a new [prop], you just need to put this away, and I'll agree with what you said."

Jiang Lin laughed.

"Ahaha," she shook the notebook in her hand, laughing more happily than ever before. "I don't know where you come from, Doctor Li... Whether you're the remnant of Freud's consciousness or a subordinate of Lord Kirishima, as the true controller of this asylum, you're a bit too impatient."

"But I don't blame you. It's just... this 'fishing expedition' scheme, using me as bait, is just too beautiful."

"In short—blocking the [Prop] permissions is indeed a very powerful trump card, although you used some tricky methods... probably by separating our souls and bodies, making it impossible for us to use the full permissions."

"So I'm more inclined to believe that you're the original 'Floyd'... because you know the 'players' so well!"

"But unfortunately, I don't need the [Item] permission itself to confirm that this item is mine."

As Jiang Lin spoke, Dr. Li's expression became more serious.

"Your attack this time is really severe. I'm afraid I'll have to take more radical treatment measures..."

"But I still hope you can wake up on your own. What you just said cannot be verified, but I do have evidence that you lived in our hospital for five years, Jiang Lin."

Jiang Lin smiled and shook her head when she heard Dr. Li's almost final advice.

"I really overestimated you... You're so stupid."

"Of course, there is a way to verify everything I just said."

"Honestly... these family ties you're using with your parents are really effective and targeted. I can tell you've put a lot of thought into this. What a pity..."

As she spoke, Jiang Lin raised the notebook in her hand.

The notebook twisted and deformed, and turned into a ball of flowing black substance in Jiang Lin's hands.

"Let me introduce you to this. This isn't the item called [Portable Shorthand Notebook], it's a [Fake]."

"Just like I am not Jiang Lin or 'Robin'"

The girl exhaled, and her facial features changed, revealing the delicate face of a young boy.

"You can call me 'May May'—or 'Director', respected First Generation 'Floyd'."