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

Chapter 342 Hints from the Past

"I think I know why I'm in this hospital. I might have amnesia or something..."

Sitting by the window, the woman with gold-rimmed glasses looked worried.

"I can't remember my identity, nickname, or anything like that at all. I can't even remember my name," she rubbed her head. "But my short-term memory is still pretty clear. Could it be amnesia or just forgetfulness?"

Jiang Lin saw that the other person seemed to care a lot, so she quickly comforted him.

"Don't worry too much. As long as you take your medicine on time and receive treatment seriously, you'll be fine... This is a very good hospital."

As she spoke, the woman with gold-rimmed glasses nodded and immediately became optimistic.

"That's right. Anyway, I'm already receiving treatment now!"

"And at least it's better than the really serious ones. At least I'm still sober."

The woman said this, glancing at the boy sitting on the chair on the other side.

The boy was handsome, but his eyes were dull and his gaze was lifeless, making him look like a sculpture.

"he is?"

Jiang Lin was a little curious.

"The patient is in the room next to mine," the woman with gold-rimmed glasses said firmly, "He's stupid. He seems to have dementia or something, like he's lost his soul."

"He doesn't respond when you talk to him. He can only do basic movements like walking and blinking."

Jiang Lin felt a little emotional when she heard the description of the woman with gold-rimmed glasses.

"That sounds so pitiful..."

"Yeah, and no one knows his name," the woman with gold-rimmed glasses scratched her head. "Unlike me, who can't remember it, he really doesn't seem to have a name... I don't know anything more."

"Anyway, from my vague impression, some people seem to be saying that he's brain dead... Who knows?"

The more Jiang Lin listened, the more she felt a sense of pity and compassion in her heart.

"It's such a pity that he's so young."

"Did something unexpected happen?"

She couldn't help but step forward.

After looking at it closely, the boy's appearance was not as handsome as he looked from a distance, and his eyebrows and facial features looked a little ordinary.

But it seems more righteous.

"If he is still conscious, he should be a very righteous and brave man, right?"

There is no reason, Jiang Lin thought.

And just as she was staring at the boy...

The other party suddenly moved - his right hand, which had been resting on his knee, suddenly raised up.

This scared Jiang Lin.

"Wow!"

She stepped back subconsciously, then realized that this guy wasn't really dead or in a vegetative state, so it wouldn't be strange if he moved.

and……

Jiang Lin looked at the other party's actions.

His right hand was extended towards himself with a half-clenched fist, as if he was going to hand something to himself.

Jiang Lin was a little hesitant.

But when she saw the other person's face, she always felt that this guy was trustworthy, so she reached out and touched the boy's hand.

then……

Jiang Lin found a small thing inside that looked like a vocabulary book.

"Eh?"

She pulled out the vocabulary book, glanced at it, and then hurriedly stuffed it into her sleeve and hid it.

Even with just a fleeting glimpse, Jiang Lin recognized her...

On the "cover" of the vocabulary book was my own sketch.

Although Jiang Lin didn't remember drawing those sketches, or even owning this notebook...

But she was very sure that it was definitely the work of someone else.

The paintings drawn casually are actually more difficult to imitate than handwriting. Most people are not aware of the small habits in her brushstrokes, but she can recognize them at a glance.

And these are all recent paintings I made myself.

But the more this happened, the more panicked and uneasy Jiang Lin became.

When did you get this notebook and when did you draw the pictures?

Why is this thing in the hands of the young man on the second floor...and why would he give it to me at this time?

Zhigeng knew very well that the doctor didn't allow her to draw - which was why she had subconsciously hidden the notebook just now.

and so……

Could this be a way for me to secretly draw and relieve the depression and boredom in my heart?

What does it mean to give it back to yourself now?

Just when Jiang Lin was about to try to get some clues from the boy in front of her, or to communicate with him...

The young man who had just handed the vocabulary book to Jiang Lin suddenly stood up and walked straight to a ward.

He looked as if he would not be disturbed by anyone or anything, and after returning to the room, he closed the door very quickly and neatly.

"boom."

With the sound of the door closing, the boy disappeared.

Jiang Lin looked at the woman with gold-rimmed glasses again, confused: "Is he usually like this?"

The woman with gold-rimmed glasses said curiously, "No...it doesn't seem to be the case."

"That's quite unusual—he actually reacted to you! Did you say anything to him?"

Jiang Lin pursed her lips.

"No, I didn't say anything."

She clenched the vocabulary book in her sleeve and was about to find a place to look at it secretly when the woman with gold-rimmed glasses spoke again.

"Well...if you want to see what's up your sleeve, I can keep watch for you."

She leaned closer to Jiang Lin and spoke stealthily in a low voice.

Jiang Lin was a little surprised: "You...you saw it?"

"How could I not see?" the woman said helplessly. "Of course I was subconsciously looking at you when you walked past... and you and he weren't far away from me."

"Don't worry, I respect your privacy. I only saw you take something out of his hand, but I didn't see clearly what it was!"

"If you don't want me to watch, I won't watch."

Jiang Lin looked at the woman with gold-rimmed glasses and felt very surprised.

"You're quite impressive..."

"It's nothing, but I think you don't need to be too nervous. This is a mental hospital, not a school. It won't be a big deal if you have a relationship."

The woman in gold-rimmed glasses waved her hand.

Jiang Lin quickly denied it: "He and I just met... This is even the first time I saw him, I guess."

"I understand. Love at first sight."

The woman with gold-rimmed glasses said seriously.

When Jiang Lin heard the other party's "read random reply", she couldn't help but hold her forehead.

"That's not the case at all..."

"Anyway, I'm really asking you to help me put the wind down."

Jiang Lin said this, and the woman with gold-rimmed glasses nodded.

"No problem, my friend!"

After receiving the other party's response, Jiang Lin quietly squatted beside the wall, used the body of the woman with gold-rimmed glasses as a cover, and secretly took out the small mini notebook hidden in her sleeve.

Then, Jiang Lin turned to the first page.

A sentence appeared on the blank paper.

"You're not in reality, this is a game!"