Chapter 157

While Wen Jianyan went to the treatment room, Su Chenglusi people explored the depths of the corridor.

The corridor is very dark, as if you can't see the head at a glance, it is as dark as a grave, and it is impossible to throw a stone in it.

People more cautiously lightened their steps and walked deeper into the corridor.

As Wen Jianyan had guessed, the treatment room was located at the front of the west corridor, with a small footprint and could be walked through quickly.

And then, there is a bottomless unknown area.

After walking forward for a while, a closed iron door appeared in the dim darkness ahead.

People looked at each other and walked forward quietly.

The iron door was locked tightly, and an iron nameplate was pasted on the wall next to it, but don't know if it was intentional or not.

Most importantly, it doesn't appear on the map.

It's hard to figure this out.

Su Cheng tried to push the iron door.

The iron door was locked, standing in the dark.

Although he had already guessed the result, Su Cheng couldn't help but sigh.

Really, it's good to have Wen Jianyan here at this time.

A small wire was deftly pried and twisted in his hand, simple and easy, all locked doors were useless in front of him.

Although he was really taken aback when they met for the first time, Su Cheng had to admit that having Wen Jianyan in the team would make many things very easy.

Luce stepped forward from behind, "Let me come."

He is also a veteran anchor who has experienced many dungeons, and there will always be some items in his backpack that are related to this level.

Luce took out the small bottle of "liquid" from his backpack, aligned the thin tube with the keyhole, and poured it carefully.

With the sound of being corroded "zizi", a small piece of metal around it began to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye, and within a minute, the lock cylinder was successfully corroded.

"Okay." Luce put away the props in his hand.

In front of everyone, the heavy iron door slowly opened a gap, and a thicker darkness escaped from it.

He took a deep breath and carefully pushed open the iron door.

A strong, rotting smell came over the face, the taste was very complex, mixed with dust, blood, and "moist" wet breath, and the smell of formalin could still be vaguely recognized.

Although there have been many instances of dungeons, everyone's expressions could not help but twist for a moment when they were suddenly faced with such a shocking "sex" smell.

With a light sound of "pop", the flashlight exchanged from the system store began to work.

A faint beam of light barely penetrated the darkness, illuminating the road ahead for them.

It looked like it had been abandoned for a long time, the walls were faded, covered with dirty water stains, the ground was covered with dust, glass slag and pieces of equipment were trampled underfoot, making a creaking sound.

The layout inside looks very complicated. The dark halls are connected by corridors, leading to the depths endlessly.

Huang "Mao" squeezed the flashlight and cautiously came to the side of the door, using the dim light of the flashlight to distinguish the signs on the wall with difficulty:

"What...s...u?"

In the dead silence, the sound of "liquid" dripping could be faintly heard in the darkness.

Su Cheng purchased [Guiding Hand] to activate.

The red arrow jumped in the air and pointed into the darkness.

Obviously, there should be hidden props ahead.

All areas related to hidden items will have different levels of difficulty.

People become more cautious.

"Let's go, let's go in and have a look." Su Cheng lowered his voice and said.

The rest nodded and walked forward cautiously.

In the huge space, the footsteps were deliberately muted, and they slowly walked towards the depths of the darkness.

The treatment room was dead silent.

Unconsciously, the distance between the two became closer.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"?"

"???"

"This, this, this? The direction of this copy?!"

"Why does this Dr. Reiss mean in his words, he seems to know the strange behavior of other high-risk patients, and may even be involved in it?"

"And don't you think that his words are very strange..."

"That's right, 'us', it's like there's some unknowable connection between them... a weird sense of unity."

The wound has been properly bandaged, and this gesture turned into a hug.

The loose protective clothing was pulled up, revealing a small half of the waist, and was easily held in the palm of the man's hand. The cold palm of the man was as cold as blood, tightly pressing against the human's warm and firm skin, greedily. Grab the temperature of the other body.

Wen Jianyan's back was straight, almost stiff.

He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes cast a deep shadow on his pale face, covering the look in his eyes. There was no obvious expression on his face, the corners of his lips were tensed, and a bloodless line was drawn out. line.

Dr. Reiss lowered his head silently and touched the side of the other's neck with the tip of his icy nose.

Under the lens, in the depths of those green, almost bizarre golden pupils, a dark fire that became increasingly warm flashed.

He further folded his arms, making the distance that was too close to become more inseparable, and his breath was intertwined—

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan raised her hand and placed it on the other person's shoulder.

He raised his eyes, revealing those ancient well-like amber eyes, suddenly smiled, and asked naturally, "Doctor, what are you doing?"

"..."

Dr. Reiss paused and looked at each other.

The young man's voice was so calm and calm, it seemed that he was not affected by the content of the other party just now, and he was even calm.

"Aren't you feeling well?"

Wen Jianyan leaned back slightly to distance himself: "Is it too tired to work?"

Light and fluttering, two words that seem familiar.

Two questions asked by Dr. Ruisi to Wen Jianyan when he was pulling the cart in the elevator.

Now that he was taken out of him, no matter how sincere the tone was, there was a bit of sarcasm.

"You are an important doctor in our safe sanatorium," the young man's lips flashed with a smile, and he looked at each other quietly, "Even for other patients in our hospital, please take care of yourself."

"..."

The moment his voice fell, the air in the treatment room was dead silent.

Eyes with no emotion are intertwined in the air, dark green and amber confront each other, time seems to stop, every second is stretched to the limit, the air is dignified and sticky, like it is pressed firmly on the chest of a person, making it impossible to breathe. .

"Ah."

Dr. Reiss suddenly laughed.

He closed his hands unhurriedly, straightened his body, took two steps back slowly, opened the distance from the other party, and said, "There is no discomfort, thank you for your concern, I will pay attention."

Wen Jianyan raised her hand and straightened the front of her clothes that had been messed up from the contact just now.

He unhurriedly re-fastened the buttons one by one, the pale skin and the bandages oozing a little red blood were covered by the protective clothing, except for the collar, which was stained with dried blood. It's no different from just now.

The young man smiled and stood up from the iron bed.

"No, I should thank you for helping me deal with my injury."

"If there's nothing else to do, then I'll leave," Wen Jianyan shrugged lightly, "after all, those jobs will never be done by themselves, will they?"

"nature."

Dr. Reiss nodded calmly.

He leaned against the table, the white lab coat on it was still spotless, except for the hem of his clothes, there were still a few folds left, so he couldn't see how ambiguous he had just done to his patient.

The icy lenses are placed on the bridge of the tall nose, blocking the eyes that are as green as snakes.

He stared at the young man's back tightly, and the door opened and closed, swallowing the natural shadow of how the other party looked, and disappeared from his sight.

"Clap."

The door of the treatment room closed behind him with a crisp sound.

At that moment, Wen Jianyan's knees softened for a moment.

The composure just now melted away like thin snow, leaving only the pale and weak like the rest of his life. Light sweat oozes out of his forehead, and his black hair is wet against his cheeks, making him look even more impressive. Fragile.

He leaned his back against the wall, inhaling and exhaling deeply.

The hand Dr. Race had just played really scared him.

Realizing that the other party can see through his own share without being restricted by the copy card in the copy, Wen Jianyan's mind went blank at that moment, almost forgetting how to breathe.

In those short seconds, all the worst possible outcomes flashed through my mind one by one.

In the worst case, Dr. Reiss saw through the mental patient who was pretending to be a nurse, tied him back to the iron bed, and continued to do what he didn't do last time.

Wen Jianyan couldn't bear the instinctive rush of her body, so she activated the props and ran away.

But soon, as the other party asked the "question", Wen Jianyan calmed down instantly, the sudden panic was suppressed, and sobriety and reason regained the upper hand.

Obviously, the other party recognized him from the first time he saw him wearing the nurse uniform, but Dr. Reiss didn't call the nurse to reveal his fault, because he "loved" himself?

Impossible.

Although Wen Jianyan hasn't found the reason why high-risk patients are interested in him, he can be sure that these so-called "loves" will never be expressed in a way that any normal human beings can accept.

These "loves" that are close to special care, in this copy against him, give him a certain power. Using this power, Wen Jianyan can "manipulate" the emotions of these high-risk patients and play them with applause. , so as to obtain a certain degree of respite.

However, once he indulges in these "given" senses of power, it means being tamed, alienated, and transformed.

A person whose life is threatened will always have an uncontrollable desire to be submissive and attached to the threat, an evolved human instinct for self-preservation—to fall in love with your dominance so you can survive.

Captive complex.

Also known as Stockholm Syndrome.

In a nearly closed, depressing, and struggling environment like the "Nightmare Live Room", one copy after another, an endless live broadcast, an abyss that cannot be escaped...

In such an environment, humans are most easily captured by these instinctual emotions.

It's a pity that Wen Jianyan is too sober and selfish.

He understands these terms too much, he knows how the human brain works, he will not be domesticated.

These so-called "emotions" are castles in the air and murderous knives. In this world full of madness and killing, the only person you can rely on is yourself.

When Dr. Reiss asked about his "choice", Wen Jianyan couldn't help laughing.

Which do you prefer?

It's ridiculous.

Each of you is an enemy.

Given the opportunity, I will kill you all one by one without hesitation.

Therefore, Wen Jianyan also clearly understands that these "loves" from high-risk patients are distorted, alienated, and crazy.

To be Dr. Tarris

A psychopath and sadist.

He will not hesitate to catch the other party, tie it up, and abolish all the ways the other party leaves, whether it is hands and feet, or the frontal lobe of the brain, so that the other party does not accept his "love" to the greatest extent.

Dr. Race didn't do it, not because he didn't want to.

And he can't.

After realizing this, many details were connected, and Wen Jianyan suddenly became enlightened.

Even if the other party can surpass the limit of the copy and realize the change of his copy card, in any case, Dr. Reiss is always a "copy npc".

His first thought was right.

The "copy card" is definitely protected in front of the npc, no matter whether the npc has a strong consciousness or not.

Therefore, as long as Wen Jianyan doesn't want to break the rules, the other party can't do anything about it.

Wen Jianyan leaned against the wall, let out a long breath, raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her face.

I understand this intellectually, but...

Psychological pressure is still great!

I don't know how Su Cheng and the others explored...

Thinking so, Wen Jianyan straightened up, turned her head and looked into the depths of the corridor.

He frowned.

The reason why I have been patiently dealing with Dr. Reiss for so long just now, cooperating with the other party's topic, and the long "medicine" time, is to leave enough time to explore there.

Wen Jianyan opened the live broadcast interface and glanced at the time above.

It was almost approaching the time they had agreed before, but there was no shadow of that person in the corridor.

Wen Jianyan turned her head and glanced at the door of the treatment room next to her.

The door was dead silent, and Dr. Reiss didn't seem to have any intention of catching up.

He took a deep breath, made up his mind, lightened his pace, and walked carefully into the depths of the corridor.

Soon, he came to the iron gate.

The door was half open, and the keyhole was corroded.

Wen Jianyan touched it across the cloth - it was slightly warm.

It seems that they should walk into this door, and it should not take long to enter.

Wen Jianyan opened the door carefully and walked in quietly.

He exchanged the flashlight and looked around the entire space.

Obviously, there should be some abandoned operating room...or research room.

Pieces of dusty iron beds were scattered in the darkness, with brown marks on them, like long-dried blood, all kinds of old instruments, cold metal objects, crumpled into one piece. The wads of paper were scattered on the ground in a mess, reflecting the shimmering light under the light of the flashlight.

The flashlight flashed across the ground.

There are new footprints on the dusty ground.

Wen Jianyan picked up a ball of paper at random, opened it, and looked up with the light of the flashlight.

Most of them have some strange symbols and numbers, which are confusing.

He shook hands with the flashlight and continued walking.

The temperature on the side seemed to be decreasing, and the cold air penetrated the thin protective clothing and pierced the skin with a dull pain.

The humidity in the air increases, and the further you go, the closer and clearer the faint sound of water droplets is.

In the first hall, many shelves were crooked, and there were many jars filled with turbid yellow "color" "liquid", which contained most of the human brains, soaked to a disgusting gray. "color", floating ups and downs in the "liquid" body, there are also a small number of other organs: deformed babies, eyes, heart, kidneys...

Tick, tick.

The sound of dripping water came from the darkness.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Hey... the anchor is really looking for this place."

"It's not too hard to find here, at most it's not on the map, but the gate is not hidden. There should be many anchors who discovered this laboratory, right?"

"It's really not difficult to find... But, why, it's easy to find here, but difficult to live out."

Wen Jianyan has a strong sense of unease.

I can only hear my own footsteps, breathing, and heartbeat. Other than that, I can't see anything.

The range of sight is narrow and limited, and the flashlight cannot completely dispel the darkness. It always gives people a strange feeling of being watched by something from a far corner.

The translucent jars were illuminated by a flashlight, and then quickly darkened.

The deformed, pale limbs floated up and down in the "liquid", and the dirty glass jar surface covered with a layer of dust reflected his lonely form.

Soon, the road will come to an end.

A huge iron gate blocked the way again.

The light of the flashlight illuminates the door lock.

The keyhole also has traces of corrosion, but it looks different from the previous door. The door only leaves a gap that cannot be fully opened. It seems that it has been blocked by something, and the surrounding traces are too scattered... …

He turned his wrist and the light of the flashlight went down.

On the ground near the iron gate, you can see a thin bottle that was knocked to the ground, and the corrosive "liquid" seeps out of it, flowing on the ground, making a sizzling sound.

Wen Jianyan bent down, covered her fingers with the corners of her clothes, and picked up the bottle.

He shook.

There's still a little bit of "liquid" left in it that hasn't been used up.

... mean?

What other emergencies happened?

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes and looked at the bottle in her hand thoughtfully.

At this moment, the sound of "huhu" came from behind, as if something went straight to the back of his head!

Since entering here, Wen Jianyan has been maintaining a high level of vigilance. His pupils shrank, and he slumped subconsciously, almost avoiding him.

There was only a loud "dang" sound, as if something knocked on the iron door, making a hollow sound.

Wen Jianyan made quick moves, his well-trained body was flexible and strong, and he followed the trend—

He sucked in a breath of cold air and controlled his wrist with force, barely able to avoid spilling the "liquid" in his hand.

Flashlights flickered, darting across the darkness, illuminating the attacking faces.

Luce.

His face was pale and contorted, his eyes were full of fear, and there was a bit of strange ferocity. His pupils were scattered, and a wooden stick was squeezed in the blood-drenched palm, and he waved it wildly in the air.

There are words in the mouth, muttering, repeating the words over and over again:

"Don't come, don't come, don't, don't, don't come!"

Wen Jianyan avoided the opponent's attack in a thrilling way, while trying to awaken the opponent's sanity:

"Hey, wake up, me!"

Luce didn't seem to react, and continued to wave the wooden stick in his hand.

Wen Jianyan was "forced" to step back.

Can't go on like this.

He gritted his teeth, and tactically stepped back in front of one of the heavy shelves. At the moment when the other party stumbled and rushed over, Wen Jianyan spun dexterously, and then slammed his shoulder against the shelf—

The iron frame swayed and pressed against Luce.

Countless jars containing various "color" limbs rolled down, and with a loud noise, Ruth was firmly crushed to the ground.

Even so, Luce was still kicking his legs non-stop, with a beast-like whimper in his throat: "Don't come, don't come! Don't come!"

Wen Jianyan's expression was solemn.

He didn't know what Luce was looking at to become so crazy.

However, in order to prevent the other party from continuing to threaten himself or others, he stepped forward and kicked the wooden stick away from the opponent's hand.

The stick rolled away into the darkness.

Hit something, stop.

Wen Jianyan was startled, and subconsciously looked in the direction from which the voice came.

Something is lying on the ground.

The dark mass, curled up in the dust, seemed to be shivering in waves.

Wen Jianyan had an ominous premonition.

He circled cautiously, approached from the side, and flashed his flashlight.

...

One of Luce's team.

He was half-lying on the ground, panting heavily, his wrists undulating rapidly in his trousers, his face pale and contorted, his expression painful, and the same madness and laziness in his eyes.

...Hands that force "sex"//"kinky".

Wen Jianyan's expression became more solemn.

If Luce's symptoms can be explained by some kind of stimulus, this one can't be explained by fear, unless...

Wen Jianyan suddenly thought about something, and her pupils shrank slightly.

He turned around, walked at the fastest speed to the side of Luce, who was pressed down under the shelf, grabbed one of the other's wrists, and flashed it with a flashlight.

Under the weak light of the shaking, the letters on the translucent bracelet of the other party were clearly visible.

[No. 089 Persecuted Delusional Disorder]

The ear "dang" the other party's gradually sharp scream.

"Don't come! Don't come! Don't come!!!"

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth.

bad.

It looks like... this lab will make every "patient"'s symptoms come true.