Chapter 143

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Ah this?!"

"How? I thought Edward was dead!"

"I always feel that this Ping An Nursing Home is not the same as my impression, but I can't say what's wrong..."

"Ahhhhh, help, what happened during this time! I really want to know ahhhh!"

The moment he saw Edward, Wen Jianyan was so shocked that he almost stopped breathing.

The last time we met, the other party cut open his stomach with the tip of the axe blade and died in front of his eyes. As a result, it didn't take long for this guy to jump out in front of him again... …

what on earth is it? !

His lips were tensed, his pupils shrunk, his shocked gaze was fixed on the blond man not far away, his mind was chaotic, and he couldn't sort out any ideas.

Feeling the sight from the face, Edward, who was trapped in the glass cage, looked back.

His hair was tousled, his beastly muscular body taut, shadows filling the gaps between his muscles.

"What did that viper in the white coat do to you, baby?"

The mad dog bared his sharp white teeth, and his voice lingered on the edge of mania.

Dr. Reese's lips were lightly pressed, and he stood beside him. The white coat on his body was not messy. Compared with Edward who was not far away, he could be regarded as well-dressed and neat, from the hair to the trousers. The grace and enlightenment of civilization.

He said in a gentle tone:

"Edward, be polite, it's all about your recovery, it's part of the treatment."

These words sounded high-sounding, as if they came from a doctor who cared about his patients.

"—and that includes understanding the changes in interpersonal relationships between patients."

Dr. Reiss raised his hand and put it gently on Wen Jianyan's shoulder.

The strange touch of the rubber gloves fell on the skin without hindrance, causing Wen Jianyan to tremble and turn to look at Dr. Reiss next to him.

The face of the other party is elegant and rational, and under the thin transparent lens, there are a pair of cold green eyes.

Not knowing what to do, Wen Jianyan's heart slowly rose with an ominous premonition.

"You seem surprised to see him," said Dr. Race.

Wen Jianyan pursed her lips and did not answer.

"You thought he was dead, didn't you?" The venomous snake leaned closer, his fingers up the young man's tense shoulders, and finally landed on his lips, "Under your inducement?"

"..."

Wen Jianyan breathed slightly.

At that moment, he suddenly realized something and looked up at Edward.

Under the glass cover, Edward has completely quieted down. He scrutinized the scene in front of him thoughtfully. The light blue eyes hide a dark color with unknown meaning.

The doctor turned around casually, checked the changes in the heart rate detector, and raised his eyebrows:

"Look, there is a change."

He pulled the long white piece of paper in front of Wen Jianyan, he pointed out the obvious 'chaotic' fluctuations on it, and said with a hint, "It seems that you really like my best. this image."

Wen Jianyan's body was slightly tense.

Dr. Reiss released his hand, and the long white scroll fell:

"Unfortunately, sometimes the data is not cut."

He raised his hand and touched Wen Jianyan's forehead, lifted his eyelids to observe, his movements were skillful and calm, but the meaning on his lips expanded: "The symptoms are typical sympathetic nervous excitement."

Sympathetic activation can cause dilated pupils, sweaty skin, increased heart rate, stomach cramps, and in a nutshell… nervousness and fear.

"Will you be frightened when you see his body?"

Dr. Reiss retracted his gaze from Edward and turned to look at Wen Jianyan.

He leaned closer, and through the thin lens, he could see those cold and burning green eyes, his breathing was rapid, but his voice was always elegant and calm:

"Would you be disappointed to see him alive?"

He raised his hand, pinched the young man's chin, and pressed the fingertips of the rubber gloves against his lower lip, watching the soft and full lips squeezed and deformed.

Dr. Reese's voice became lighter, and there was a terrifying frenzy in his low whisper:

"Do you get excited when you confuse others to commit suicide?"

"..." Wen Jianyan squinted her eyes slightly, and looked at Dr. Reiss from under her fine eyelashes.

He came suddenly, and the tension and fear just now disappeared without warning like a thin remnant of snow under the sun.

Wen Jianyan said unhurriedly:

"Thank you for your spiritual profiling and treatment for me. I wonder if you would like to hear what I think of you?"

Dr. Reiss narrowed his eyes and did not answer.

"In the occupational statistics of perverted killers, regardless of whether the doctor is a psychiatrist, the frequency of these two occupations ranks among the top. Obviously, a high degree of education, a rich medical background and anti-reconnaissance knowledge are the perfect protection."

Wen Jianyan stared at each other, her amber eyes were bottomless:

"You prefer to watch than to do it yourself.

You are not a killer, you are not a butcher, you don't like blood on your hands, you don't like violence, no... It's something else that makes you crazy, you prefer to hide behind the curtain and be a bitch who "manipulates" people's hearts , you like watching humans go crazy under their own guidance, it will excite you, make you "addicted"... You can't quit this addiction, right? "

"You're doing experiments on humans, messing with their brains."

Wen Jianyan's gaze swept towards Edward with unknown meaning, and his gaze fluttered at the scar left by the scorch marks on the other's chest.

"Unfortunately, electrotherapy doesn't work well on big guys, doesn't it?"

"Let me think...why did you bring me here?"

The corners of Wen Jianyan's lips were slightly hooked, and her eyes seemed to have terrifying penetrating power, "You saw me and Edward talking in the corridor, didn't you? Do you think you saw the same kind?"

"Interesting, can a viper feel lonely too?"

"Do you think you are very wise? Masters, etc.?"

Wen Jian said, and the corners of his lips curved upward, revealing a bright and soft expression, but his words were sharp and poisonous:

"No...you're a hypocrite, coward, voyeur, obstructive, timid, humble, eager to find the same kind, and afraid of the existence of the same kind...you think I'm like you?"

The young man leaned over, looked at the man's cold green eyes, and said gently:

"you guessed wrong."

"..." The false look on Dr. Reese's face was unknowingly removed.

However, instead of looking angry, he looked very interested.

His eyes swept away from Wen Jianyan's body, which was firmly imprisoned on the hospital bed, greedy, eager, full of aggression and desire for aggression.

"No, I take back my last diagnosis of you."

Wen Jianyan's eyes swept down, and suddenly came viciously:

"It looks like I'm not the only patient with this 'sex' perversion, isn't it... a doctor?"

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"...grass, grass, grass!"

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, I rely on me, I don't know why, but what I am" Sao "can't say it!"

"This, this... me, me, me... help, so the best way to deal with perverts is to be perverted than him!!!"

"Pinch mom...is this strength? I'm so shocked..."

[Open the door card (difficult-level props in the fantasy amusement park copy) has been activated]

Hearing a "crunch" sound, the cage holding the mad dog was opened.

In the next second, Che lost control, and the primitive and savage power invaded into the neat and clean space in front of him without warning, the table topped over, and the equipment was destroyed.

Order and chaos begin to fight.

Wen said briefly.

The relationship between Edward and Dr. Rhys was never harmonious, not only because they were a doctor and a patient at Ping An Nursing Home, but also because Dr. Rhys was an out-and-out sadist and control freak. The therapy practiced on Edward is definitely worse than that on himself, and he just mentioned it without a trace in the "spiritual profile" just now.

"Crack it!"

With a crisp bone sound, the thumb phalanx was skillfully broken until it was dislocated.

Wen Jianyan's brows did not move, but her face turned pale for a moment.

He pulled his wrist out of the belt loop, then untied all the bindings on his body as quickly as possible, and turned his head to look at the two people who were fighting on their backs.

Across the messy equipment, Dr. Race's cold and frantic green eyes stared straight at him, but he couldn't escape under Edward's attack.

Wen Jianyan bared his teeth, pointed his middle finger at him, and cursed eloquently:

"Stupid 'fool'."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and dived into the darkness skillfully and deftly, like a fish whose tail fell into the water, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He heard the cold mechanical sound of the system.

【Ding! Congratulations to the anchor for completing the mission: leaving the treatment room alive

Bonus points: 500]

Before escaping from the treatment room, in order to prevent being overtaken, and to prevent being seen by other nurses, Wen Jianyan activated the invisible prop without hesitation.

He needed to leave the vicinity as quickly as possible to prevent him from re-entering the world - he didn't want to be sent to the vicinity of the treatment room with the bell tolling, the world ended, and he returned to the place where the beast was dressed.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, raised her hand, and the sound of "click" brought her thumb back into the distance, her expression twisted slightly under the pain, and she couldn't control her breath.

Grass.

It hurts a person.

He exchanged gauze and painkillers, tied up his wounds, and walked forward.

This is an excellent opportunity.

Due to the extremely limited identification card of "patient", Wen Jianyan never found the opportunity to see the full picture of the copy, and this time, he not only broke away from the jurisdiction of Dr. Reiss, but also did not have the nurses entangled and tracked, and wanted to have a general grasp of the following There could not have been a better time for the situation and rules of this dungeon.

Wen Jianyan made up her mind and walked quickly in the direction she remembered.

——On the way to be escorted, he clearly remembered that he once passed a duty room.

Soon, he found the duty room according to his memory.

Wen Jianyan smoothly pulled out the nurse uniform and put it on.

Although slightly loose, it still looks decent and flawless when all the buttons are fastened.

After putting on the nurse uniform, the identity strip on the wrist became translucent, and the text on it also changed.

【Identify card】

Name: Wen Jianyan

Age: 24

Occupation: Signed anchor of the Nightmare Live Room

Plot: Due to intellectual disability and "sex" inversion, he was sent to Ping An Special Nursing Home for hospitalization (the status of a nurse in Ping An Nursing Home has been obtained)

Wen Jianyan has some meaning.

He did not expect that although the difficulty of this copy is not low, the conversion judgment of the host's identity card will be so relaxed...

Even the dungeon of Decai Middle School can only complete the ID card conversion after obtaining the approval of the NPC, but in this dungeon, it is enough to change clothes.

This is something that Wen Jianyan did not expect.

He tentatively removed the invisibility props on his body, and the uniformed nurse passed by him without looking sideways, completely unaware that his colleague was mentally ill a few minutes ago.

"..."

Wen Jianyan raised her eyebrows.

Anyway, it's very convenient.

He swaggered into the nurse's room and started rummaging.

In just a few minutes, he gained a lot.

Electric baton, map, everything.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Hahahahaha! The anchor's traditional art is online!"

"If you can't beat it, join the 20 version and put it into the test!"

"Actually, the dungeon of Ping An Nursing Home actually allows the anchor to use the uniforms of other employees as cover. After all, if you are always a patient, there is basically no room for activities, no... alas."

"??? Don't you want riddlers in front of you? What are you sighing!"

"Well, how do you put it, opportunity and risk always coexist.

In this dungeon, only medium-risk and high-risk patients will create the world, and the scope of the world is limited, and these patients are basically locked in several underground floors. The frequency of allowing free activities is also very low, which actually limits their contact with the anchors.

In short, if the anchor acts directly as a patient, the number of dangerous patients encountered is not large, nor is it dense. Although the activity space of this identity is small, it is actually a protection in a sense, but if the identity is changed, it will be different. …”

"! So, the larger the scope of activities and the more tasks, the greater the chance of being in contact with high-risk patients?"

"Yes, in fact, the mortality rate of this dungeon of Ping An Sanatorium is not very high. To be an ordinary patient honestly, and to accumulate points for completing tasks, in fact, there is a great chance of survival."

"It's no wonder that this dungeon has so little exploration, but the survival rate is not too low. It's because of this!"

Wen Jianyan opened the map and quickly scanned and memorized the contents.

The area of ​​Ping An Sanatorium is not small. The whole building is semi-circular, with the hall in the middle, the wards on the two wings, and four free activity rooms, which are evenly distributed in the east and west buildings—this also explains why the warm The free activity room where Jian Yan was located did not have all the anchors.

The sanatorium is well equipped, with wards, nursing rooms, various treatment rooms, laboratories, and collective nursing rooms, laundry rooms, shower rooms, free play rooms, and an open "playground". chapel.

Wen Jianyan's eyes slowly slid down and fell below the most nursing home, frowning slightly.

——The second floor of the basement is also a ward, but there are very few labels on it.

strangeness.

At this moment, a call came from behind.

"Hey, it's time for the patient to deliver food." A nurse waved to Wen Jianyan: "Come on."

The taskbar refreshed.

[Primary task has been released: deliver meals to patients in ordinary wards]

[Intermediate task has been released: deliver meals to the basement ward]

[Intermediate task has been released: deliver meals to the ward on the second basement floor]

Treatment room.

Dr. Reiss stood in a messy room, his glasses legs were a little crooked, his white coat looked very messy, his body was also splattered with blood, and there was a deep slit in his throat, like It was torn with the teeth of some beast.

For the first time, he was stripped from beneath the veneer of civilized elegance.

Dr. Race glanced at the door not far away.

The door seemed to be knocked open by a bull from the inside, and the door panel hung halfway above the door shaft, making a creaking sound.

The ground was full of messy, bloody footprints.

The mad dog's injuries were not minor, no, it shouldn't take much time to recover.

Dr. Reiss lowered his eyes, and played with the scalpel carelessly between his slender fingers. There were traces of blood on it. The shiny silver surface reflected his indifferent face and the huge wound on his throat that was slowly healing.

The reason why the mad dog recovered so quickly from his near-death state was not due to his medical skills.

His throat was bitten and he didn't die, nor was it a miracle.

In the reflection of the scalpel, a thick shadow can be seen surging deep in Dr. Reese's throat, repairing the damaged tissue and smoothing the wound under the blood.

The doctor threw away the scalpel and stood up unhurriedly.

——Compared with that brainless dog, he is very careful about his body.

As a person who is sensitive to evil and spiritual power, he gradually realized that he belongs to a terrifying and huge power system somewhere.

With the passage of time, this feeling became clear.

Dr. Reiss curled the corners of his lips coldly, revealing a cold and disgusting expression.

They were the body, but the stupid beast obviously didn't realize it, and even caused him to lose his prey.

Since if...

He walked unhurriedly towards the cabinet that had been knocked over, 'feeling' the blood-drawing utensils from it, and skillfully tied it to his pale slender forearm.

The silver needle pierced into the skin, and the blood "blood" wrapped in bright fragments and dark shadows was drawn into the needle tube, thick, strange, full of sin and madness.

Dr. Reiss held up the tube and shook it under the light, squinting his icy green eyes slightly, and frantically and excitedly flickering on his lips.

Driven by a savage and primitive desire, his fingertips trembled involuntarily, and the blood all over his body boiled.

A voice whispered in my ear—

Make more lunatics.

More brothers, more minions, more tentacles.

It's his mission to drive Che into madness.

In order to catch another poisonous snake, he did not hesitate to lay traps and nets.

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