How could that be?
She wanted to know too, but she couldn't say.
"Doctor Wen, there's no need to ask these pointless questions, is there? You, me, all of us—we all want to survive this mental hospital. But yesterday, fifteen players on the third floor died. Aren't you afraid you'll be next? If we just cooperate and you tell us the information you have, we can definitely clear this instance!"
'Empty promises?'
Wen Ying found it a little funny. 'Are people trying to dangle carrots in front of me, a psychologist, these days?'
"Do you know what my profession is?"
"What is it?" Zhao Ge didn't understand why this woman was asking. 'Isn't she a doctor? Or is she just bluffing?'
"I'm a psychologist. Just by looking at you—at your eyes, at your face—I can deduce what you're thinking. You aren't Huaguo people, so you might not know, but as a psychologist, I'm quite famous in Flower Country."
The expression on Zhao Ge's face gradually darkened. "Are you messing with me?"
