Chapter two

Wen Jianyan returned to that transparent room again.

Surrounded by strong light, surrounded by numerous large and small cameras, like only prying eyes.

[The next chapter will start live in five minutes]

It was this familiar voice, the familiar countdown.

Wen Jianyan thought he would be more used to it, but he still felt terrified when he saw this strange scene.

Totally improved...

He sighed, suppressed his emotions, and lowered his head to open his live broadcast interface.

There are two props in the backpack.

[Xiaojie's teeth (difficult-level props in the dungeon of Decai Middle School) Utility: Summons Xiaojie's hair, resists damage for minutes]

[Mr. Mirror (the epic-level item in the copy of Decai Middle School): Utility: ? 】

According to the information collected by Wen Jianyan during this period, the items above the difficulty level collected from the dungeon can be brought and traded, and can be used even in the next dungeon - if it wasn't for the fact that Decai Middle School is now closed, The props in the business were too conspicuous, and Wen Jianyan had already acquired them.

The apple seedlings above the backpack are lush.

[Apple seedlings: lv1]

(Breaking the Flower of Falsehood: Developing)

(Fruit of Lies: Developing)

Wen Jianyan looked at the points balance in her account.

Well, not bad, plenty.

As long as these points can be brought in, he won't be as embarrassed as last time, maybe he can still comfortably...

And waiting for Wen Jianyan's thought to finish, the little assistant's lively voice rang in his ears again:

"The amount of points that the e-level anchor brings into the copy is: 1000 points, please save the cost and try to survive!"

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Well, it can only change the survival time in minutes.

What are you afraid of? !

Fist hardened.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "What if the anchor is upgraded?"

The little assistant replied in a formulaic voice: "After the host is upgraded, although the difficulty of the dungeon will increase, the amount of points brought into the dungeon will also increase!"

"Small reminder, only the points settled by the number of viewers can upgrade the level of the anchor, and the points obtained by rewarding and completing tasks cannot be used in this regard!"

"..."

It is really comprehensive, and there is no ability to exploit loopholes.

You guys are really good at business.

Outside the transparent walls, there are countless small lattice rooms hanging empty, and the anchors locked in them have different postures. Some anchors look like they are leaning on the cubicle and close their eyes, while others look at their live broadcast interface like Wen Jianyan. Some anchors looked frightened and dazed, slapped the grid hard, and let out a silent scream.

It's like a grotesque comedy that shrinks to the size of a cube.

The blood-red "color" floating on the wall counted down.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

[Welcome to the Nightmare live broadcast room, the next live broadcast will start immediately. 】

Emotional female voice:

【Our aim is to entertain to death! 】

There is shaking.

A dull vibration came from the side, like the crunch of a tire running over a pebble.

Wen Jianyan frowned and opened her eyes.

He found himself sitting on an old bus with a dizzying smell of oil in the air, dirty seats and blackout curtains, dim lighting, and vaguely seeing people sitting in other seats not far away.

"are you OK?"

A concerned female voice came from the side.

Wen Jianyan turned her head to look, and saw a girl in a blue and white dress with short hair sitting next to him, looking at him with concern at the moment:

"Is it motion sickness?"

"Yes, there is."

Wen Jianyan headed, supporting her head slightly in cooperation, and "Lu" smiled faintly and weakly.

He raised his eyes as he spoke, and glanced at the inside of the bus without a trace.

The whole bus is half full, there should be less than two people.

These people can't all be anchors, it should be a mix of NPCs and anchors.

Some anchors are easy to recognize. For example, they are abrupt and fashionable, or they look really different-if they are too nervous and panic, if they are too calm and calm.

But some people have difficulty distinguishing whether it is the anchor or the NPC from the appearance.

Just like Wen Jianyan.

The clothes he wore when entering the dungeon this time were ordinary black trousers and a white shirt. He was dressed in a classic style that would never go out of style, and it was difficult to determine which camp he came from.

After looking around Zhou, Wen Jianyan quickly found Su Cheng who had entered the copy with Ji.

The other party is sitting by the window at the moment, with his back to himself, and seems to be looking out the window.

After confirming the other party's location, Wen Jianyan retracted his gaze and "touched" his bulging pocket - his fingertips touched something cold and heavy, like a mobile phone.

He took out his phone and glanced at it.

OK, smart phone.

The battery is full, but there is a signal.

The screen of the phone can be unlocked with his fingerprint. After unlocking, a message pops up on the screen:

【Identify card】

Surname: Zhao Cheng

Age: 23

Occupation: Practical Nurse in Fukang Private General Hospital

Related Story: Not yet unlocked

[Initial survival time allocation...]

"Hold on, we should be there soon."

The girl obviously misunderstood his intention to take out his mobile phone, she fanned Wen Jianyan with her hand, and comforted: "I also thought that Fukang Hospital is so far from the city... Sigh, but we trainee nurses There is also a choice, can there be a way?"

Wen Jianyan turned to look at the female "sex" NPC beside him, and smiled at her:

"Thank you, I'm much better."

Under the gaze of the other party, the girl's cheeks were slightly red, and she looked away slightly: "It's related, everyone is classmates."

Wen Jianyan leaned slightly closer, and the smile on her lips became even stronger: "Since it's still a while before we arrive at the hospital, why don't we chat."

With the start of the broadcast, the [Integrity First] live broadcast room became active.

"Oh oh oh! The dog liars are starting to release their charms!"

"Evil, it's not me who is talking to my wife, and I really want to be the one who strikes up a conversation!"

"Hahahahaha, am I the only one who noticed? The anchor's identity this time is an intern nurse. It will be difficult for him to pretend to be an intern this time."

"Wrong, I have to suspect that the live broadcast room deliberately let him enter this dungeon to avenge the last arrow."

"Nice job!"

"I want to watch him roll over, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Soon, the body of the bus shook slightly, and the speed gradually slowed down until it stopped.

With the hoarse and harsh sound of the handbrake, the car body staggered to a stop.

The driver in front turned his head, his face was particularly stiff under the light, and his cloudy eyes stared at everyone in the bus:

"Fukang Hospital is here, everyone, get out of the car."

The NPCs and anchors in the front row stood first and left the bus one after another.

Through the dusty bus window, Wen Jianyan looked out.

It was already late, and the surrounding area was pitch black and silent. Looking around, except for a crooked dirt road, the surroundings were almost deserted. The headlights on the bus became the only light source in the darkness.

A small hospital stands in front of it. The old-fashioned buildings look very outdated. The white and miserable walls are peeling off, the walls are "exposed" and the walls are black. The external signs also look mottled and blurred, but they are enough. Wen Jianyan distinguishes the words above——

【Fukang Private General Hospital】

It was dark all around, which made the old hospital in front of me look particularly gloomy.

When everyone got out of the car, suddenly, someone suddenly violent, he turned and rushed in the direction of the driver, staring at him with bloodshot and crazy eyes, and his pale fingers tightly grasped the driver's arm, in the other's direction Under the block, he still stretched towards the steering wheel without dying:

"No, no no no... I, I don't want to go in!"

He seemed to be talking nonsense because of being too nervous: "Please, drive, I, I, I don't want to get out of the car! I don't want to get out of the car!"

Judging from his studded trousers and trendy cockscomb head, this person should be a streamer, and he should be a first-time dungeon streamer.

Many anchors have come to see this, they just glanced at it and got out of the car.

Several NPCs approached with concern, either comforting or persuading, as if they really thought that the other party would have such an exaggerated response just because they were not used to the internship life.

The driver was even more impatient: "Hurry up, get off the bus quickly, don't waste my time, I will be responsible for putting you down, and the rest will be ignored."

Finally, the host who was struggling and shouting got out of the car.

The bus jolted away behind the crowd, leaving only the dust strewn around.

He huddled in the back of the team alone, his pale face was lowered, and he muttered in a word, looking terrified and frightened.

Soon, a woman in a nurse's uniform came out of the hospital.

Her figure is thin, her face has deep lines and ravines, she is about five years old, her eyes are mean and cold, and there is no nameplate on her clothes.

Xue Mingyan is the head nurse of Fukang Hospital.

"Why did you arrive this night?" She raised her thin, shriveled eyelids and glanced at the slack crowd in front of her with a cold gaze, her brows wrinkled in disgust: "Hurry up, go change your clothes, there are not enough manpower, if you delay any more time, Believe it or not, I took notes on your internship handbook?"

Xue Mingyan waved her hand as if chasing flies, and pointed them in the direction: "It's on the floor, hurry up!"

In the dressing room, nurse uniforms that fit the body type are ready.

Wen Jianyan pulled the curtain, then reached out and "touched" the phone from her pocket. The last line of the text message was still:

[Initial survival time allocation...]

It seems that the only way to trigger the plot, just like when Xu Yuan met eyes in the dormitory last time, can the initial survival time be allocated to his own account.

This at least shows that during this time, the anchor should still be safe.

At this moment, Xue Mingyan's impatient voice came from outside the door:

"Okay?"

Wen Jianyan came back to his senses: "here we come."

He answered with a loud voice, lowered his head, and quickly unbuttoned his buttons. The collar of his shirt was loose and open, revealing his slender collarbone. Under the dim light, his skin seemed to glow white, and his chest and abdomen were firm. , the graceful muscle lines are vaguely seen between the movements.

The sudden benefits made the live broadcast room explode, and all the audience were excited.

"Think of it, this dog liar is really in good shape."

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, a wife" revealing "! □ □ Explosive Thank you! [Remark 50]"

"I'm so beautiful with my body and lines. Is there still a bed warmer at home for the anchor? I'll be able to work today [reward points 50]"

"Hurry up, keep going, this is what our paying viewers should watch! [100 reward points]"

Wen Jianyan didn't know what was going on in his live broadcast room.

He quickly changed his clothes, and the blue nurse uniform assigned by the hospital quickly pulled down, covering the young man's beautiful body lines, strong chest, narrow waist, white dazzling skin, It all disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The barrage wailed.

"Ah, no, how can I make a new dress? I still have fun!"

"Take it off again, the child really sees enough!"

"When the host can change the direction of the live broadcast, it's good to be a "show" meat-quality host, I will definitely buy it!"

Wen Jianyan put her mobile phone in her pocket, opened the curtain and walked away.

The nurse station in the Fukang Private General Hospital is not very large. The dirty walls are white and green, and there are a few old desks, chairs and cabinets. After a few trainee nurses squeezed in, it looked a bit crowded.

A wall clock hangs above the wall, and the hands move slowly and tick tock.

—Looks like it’s only a few minutes before night.

Su Cheng stood not far from Wen Jianyan, but the two never greeted each other from beginning to end.

Before entering the dungeon, Wen Jianyan instructed him to try not to reveal the fact that they are familiar with each other in the dungeon, otherwise it would be like Kong Shixing in the previous dungeon, who quickly "touched" 』Clear identities and teammates, and develop strategies for their actions.

After all, with Wen Jianyan's current state of hatred of several people, in addition to ghosts, he also needs to beware of other anchors at any time.

"correct……"

The girl who had chatted up with Wen Jianyan on the bus came over and asked with concern:

"How are you feeling now? Are you still dizzy?"

When he was in the car earlier, Wen Jianyan had already packed a lot of information.

This girl's name is Cheng Mei, she is a classmate with this ID card, and she is also an intern nurse at Fukang Hospital.

She is a local. Although she has never been to the outskirts of the city where the hospital is located, she has vaguely heard rumors of Fukang Hospital.

It is said that there are evil people in this place. There have been many strange things in the hospital, and the death rate is ridiculously high. As a result, there are few patients here. Few people are willing to come to Fukang Hospital for medical treatment. Want to receive batch of trainee nurses.

"Could it be because of the sudden arrival of more patients?"

Cheng Mei guessed.

Wen Jianyan nodded thoughtfully: "Maybe."

While the two were talking, Xue Mingyan walked into the duty room. She clapped her hands, and the room that was buzzing immediately became quiet. Both of them were either frightened or uneasy, or looked over without ignorant eyes.

Under everyone's attention, Xue Mingyan cleared her throat and began to lecture the trainee nurse in front of her.

From the rules in the hospital, to the discipline of the internship, the distribution of grades, and so on...

Finally, after three minutes, she stopped speaking.

Xue Mingyan moistened her throat with a cup, and began to introduce the question: "Although today is the first day of your internship, Fukang Hospital is short of manpower, so tonight you will participate in the night shift patrol, do it for me, don't Lazy, understand?"

She raised her thin fingers, pointed to the clock, and continued.

"The first round of patrol starts at night and ends within two hours. Go back to the building to gather, and then I will assign you the next round of patrol tasks.

Now, go to each floor to get acquainted. If there is a patient who rings the bell and may need something, you must arrive as soon as possible. If there is an emergency that cannot be handled, come to the nurse station to find me, do you hear? "

"Yes……"

"clear……"

A sparse answer.

Xue Mingyan squinted her eyes and looked around the intern nurse in front of the circle, and began to assign work: "You, you, and you, and you, go to the second floor."

"The three of you are upstairs with me."

"You two, go to the fourth floor."

Her gaze turned to Wen Jianyan's direction, her mean gray eyes narrowed slightly behind the lens: "You, and the two next to you, go to the negative building."

Soon, all trainee nurses' patrol floors were assigned.

Cheng Mei and two other people were assigned to the third floor, while Wen Jianyan, Su Cheng, and another NPC were assigned to the negative floor.

After the floor assignment was over, a familiar voice rang in the ears of all the anchors:

【Allocation of survival time completed】

"This dungeon is an ordinary time-limited dungeon, with a duration of nine hours.

(clear from late survival to early seven)”

Immediately after, after repeating the method of obtaining the anchor points, the voice said passionately: "The audience is God, and the enthusiasm is the cut! Please fight for your live broadcast room!"

Wen Jianyan and the three walked along the dimly lit corridor.

He took out his phone and glanced.

The countdown to the blood-red "color" has begun.

【59:01】

Good guy, the initial survival time this time is actually a full hour!

Wen Jianyan was slightly startled.

It tripled!

Although it was still a drop in the bucket compared to nine hours, after the last two-minute hell difficulty start, he was not moved by seeing this extremely normal initial survival time.

"Not bad, although the initial survival time is not long this time, but at least not two minutes!"

"Congratulations to the anchor for cleaning up the lucky e-stain!"

"But the car rollover anchor can't be set down. After all, if Lucky E rolled over, it's a form of rollover!"

"Anyway! Congratulations, it's earth-shattering!"

The corridor is deep and empty, the doors of the wards on both sides are all closed, and it is dark inside, with no sound and light, like silent eyes, fixedly watching the person coming.

The smell of disinfectant filled the air.

On the mottled and faded wall, there is a picture of Doctor Zhang's recommendation. Under the dim light, their smiles are uniform, and even the curvature of the corners of their mouths is similar, which is extremely vague and empty.

The sound of the three people's footsteps echoed in the corridor. The further they walked forward, the stronger the invisible, spine-chilling pressure, the more chilling the head and spinal cord became.

"Um... so how long do we have to go?"

The temperature in the air gradually became gloomy and cold, and Su Cheng shivered a little while he was absent, and asked.

"Didn't the head nurse say just now? There is a special elevator to go to the negative floor."

As the NPC walked forward, he answered without realizing it, as if he had noticed that they were walking away from the crowd: "Don't worry, it should be right in front."

Soon, the three people turned the corner of the corridor. Not far away, under the gloomy light, a mottled and old elevator door was now in front of it. It looked larger than an ordinary elevator and appeared in the light. A dull iron-grey "color", don't give people an extremely heavy sense of oppression.

Hang a sign on it: [Special elevator, not for idlers]

Wen Jianyan stepped forward and looked at the map posted on the wall, which marked the architectural layout of the entire Fukang Hospital:

On the fifth floor, the dean's room and conference room.

Fourth floor, operating room

3rd Floor, "Gynecology" Obstetrics Ward

On the second floor, radiology department and archives

Floor, Lobby, Emergency Ward

His gaze moved downward, and the ominous premonition in him gradually came true——

Negative Building: Morgue

Wen Jianyan: "………………"

The iron-grey elevator doors in front of them stared at them coldly, as if they were silently exuding a gloomy aura.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"So you are this kind of special elevator!!"

"For corpses, die laughing."

"I remember that during the first round of patrols in this dungeon, the negative layer was a place with a high mortality rate. Basically, a few anchors who were dispatched were able to survive."

"Absolutely, it's actually this dangerous place. I feel that the previous conjecture seems to be wrong. You wait, I will go to the live broadcast room of other anchors to see their survival time."

"I'm going, I'm going too."

"Take me!"

"I'm back, and I see two hours and three hours of initial duration here."

"I just came back from next door, and I have five hours left over there. I'm very lucky."

"It's also three hours here."

"and this……"

Soon, the audience in the live broadcast room came back, and after correcting the survival time of the anchors in all the dungeons, everyone fell into silence:

"..."

Well, it was really early to congratulate you just now.

so……

In the end, you are still less!!!!