I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game-Chapter 189: Infatuated Qiu Tong, shaping the tone!

In the corner of the balcony sat a man with a sallow complexion, his entire body frighteningly thin. He was in a wheelchair, his hands and feet shackled with iron chains, and his skin was deathly pale. His limbs gave off a strange feeling, as if his muscles had atrophied.

If it weren't for the movement of his eyeballs, Qin Nuo would have thought he was looking at a human wax figure.

His eyes darted around, emitting a strong gleam, while his limbs twitched slightly, causing the chains to clink.

"What happened to him?" Qin Nuo asked.

"My boyfriend was diagnosed with a neurological disease similar to ALS a few years ago. His brain is conscious, but his muscles are weak and atrophied, he has swallowing difficulties, tongue muscle atrophy, and he can't speak, eat, or move. He can't take care of himself at all."

Qiu Tong's voice trembled slightly, as if every time she spoke of this, she had to endure immense sadness and pain.

She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said, "I love him very much. Even though he's become like this, I'm willing to take care of him for the rest of my life. But in the past few days, everything I feed him, he throws up. So I wanted you to take a look at him and see what's wrong."

"These past few years, the illness has tormented him to the point of being skin and bones. His health is deteriorating, and now he's not eating. He definitely can't hold on much longer!"

"If he leaves, then I have no reason to live either!"

Qiu Tong held her head in her hands and cried out loud. The pressure she had endured over the years seemed to have almost crushed her, with only the last straw holding her up.

Qin Nuo observed all this, thinking to himself: What a devoted woman.

This man must have saved the galaxy in his past life to have such a treasure of a girl, willing to stay by his side even in this state.

If it were anyone else, they might have run away on the spot.

Qin Nuo couldn't help but feel a bit envious as he looked back at the man in the wheelchair.

Although the man's face was sallow and unrecognizable, it was still clear that he used to be a handsome young man. Strangely, from the moment Qin Nuo entered, the man had been staring intently at him.

His gaze wasn't malicious; it seemed more like he was pleading for something, trying to convey a message.

Qin Nuo asked, "Why keep him on the balcony and not move him into the room?"

"I don't want others to see him like this. He's very proud, and if people see him in this state every day, I'm afraid he won't be able to take it."

Qiu Tong's eyes were somewhat distant as she gently caressed her boyfriend's face, murmuring softly.

"What about these shackles and chains?" Qin Nuo looked at the chains wrapped around the water pipes and continued to ask.

"His muscles often move uncontrollably. I have to teach during the day, and I'm afraid he'll fall out of the wheelchair, so I keep him restrained there."

As she spoke, Qiu Tong took a towel, wrung it out, and gently wiped the man's face and upper body, like the most dutiful and patient wife.

Qin Nuo nodded, squatted down, and touched the protruding ribs, pretending to examine them seriously.

Qiu Tong asked from behind, "How is it?"

"Could you bring me a basin of water?" Qin Nuo asked.

"Of course, just a moment."

Qiu Tong nodded and turned to go into the bathroom.

Once Qiu Tong was out of the way, Qin Nuo said, "It seems like you have something you want to say to me?"

"I know it's hard for you to express yourself. I'll get you a pen. You should still be able to control your fingers a bit. Whatever you want to say, just write it down."

As he spoke, Qin Nuo took out some paper and a pen he carried with him, placed them on his knee, and put the pen in the man's hand, closing his fingers around it, with the pen tip resting on the paper.

Soon, the pen moved.

With great effort, it scribbled out three extremely distorted characters.

"Kill me."

Qin Nuo's eyelids twitched as he looked at the man and said, "There's no need to think like that. You have a girlfriend who loves you so much. She hasn't given up, so why should you?"

The man stared intently at Qin Nuo. Upon hearing this, he seemed agitated, releasing the pen, with his limbs twitching.

It seemed Qin Nuo wasn't planning to help him with this request, and his gaze gradually turned malicious.

At this moment, Qiu Tong came out of the bathroom, carrying a basin of water, and placed it on the ground, asking, "Mr. Liang, how is it?"

"He's not sick. He's resisting eating. It seems he longs for death," Qin Nuo said calmly.

Hearing this, Qiu Tong was stunned for a moment, then covered her mouth and cried, tears streaming down her face.

She knelt down, holding her boyfriend's hands tightly: "I beg you, stop torturing me. All these years, everything I've done is to keep you from giving up hope on living."

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"But in the end, you're still like this. Have you ever considered my feelings? Fine, if you insist on dying, I'll choose the same outcome and stay with you forever!"

Her eyes dimmed, as if in her world, everything was gray, and only her boyfriend was her entire spiritual support.

This should have been a touching and heartwarming scene, but to Qin Nuo, it felt inexplicably strange.

After a moment of contemplation, Qin Nuo stepped forward to persuade her: "Teacher Qiu, don't think like that. Your boyfriend needs guidance now. No matter what, you can't develop a disregard for life. No matter how much pressure, you can't give up hope in life."

Qin Nuo never thought that one day, in the Horror World, he would be giving a game NPC a motivational speech.

Qiu Tong's emotions changed quickly. One moment she was in extreme sorrow, and the next, as if relieved by Qin Nuo's words.

Wiping away her tears, she stood up, her voice no longer choked with sobs, and sincerely thanked Qin Nuo: "Mr. Liang, thank you. You haven't had breakfast, have you? I'll make you some."

"After you eat, you should head to the teaching building. Don't let me delay you any longer."

"I'll figure out the rest myself."

With that, Qiu Tong went into the room and busied herself.

After Qiu Tong left, Qin Nuo looked at the man, who was also staring straight at him, his gaze filled with malice and a hint of sympathy.

On the surface, this seemed like a touching story of a boyfriend tormented by illness for years, wanting to die to avoid being a burden to his girlfriend and to give her freedom.

But strangely, Qiu Tong was full of persistent love.

In the boyfriend's eyes, there was only intense hatred and murderous intent!

All these negative emotions were directed at Qiu Tong!

Clearly, there was more to the story than Qin Nuo knew.

On the surface, it seemed like a heartwarming love story, but it was all shaped by Qiu Tong's narrative.

What was the truth?

The role-playing task required him to uncover the truth.

But the man couldn't tell him anything, as he was intent on dying, making it difficult to get to the truth.

As he pondered, Qin Nuo thought to himself: "I wonder if I can trigger a skill. Let's give it a try."

"In situations not involving key storylines, the System's skills seem to have a high chance of being triggered."

With that, Qin Nuo pulled up a chair and sat across from the man, their gazes meeting.

Qin Nuo's sharp eyes seemed capable of peeling away layers of veils to glimpse the most real world...

Soon, a familiar voice echoed in his mind.

"Ding, the Host has triggered the Eye of Analysis!"