Chapter 158

Wen Jianyan was condensed, took two steps back, and slowly left Luce, who was lying on the ground.

"..."

He looked up.

There was dead silence in the darkness, and only a few jars containing human tissues of various colors were still slowly rolling away into the distance, making a rolling sound.

Tick, tick.

There was a faint sound of water dripping from somewhere.

Everything was shrouded in an ominous shadow, as far as the line of sight could be seen, and the danger of the future swayed in the darkness, making one's throat tighten.

This guess is...very bad.

Wen Jianyan remembered that when entering the dungeon, the symptom displayed on the bracelet was "intellectual disability".

This is not actually a mental illness in nature. Against this distorted background of incarceration and treatment of "sexual inversion" as "sex inversion", people are admitted to sanatoriums because of "intellectual disability".

As for the "inversion of 'sex'" he added, it doesn't really matter if it comes true.

After all, no matter what kind of "sex" one desires, it will not affect Wen Jianyan's clearance.

Intellectual disability is different.

The crisis in the copy, even if Wen Jianyan has mobilized all the energy and IQ, there is no 100% guarantee that he will be able to escape...

If this symptom comes true, then he will probably lose his ability to think, which is equivalent to losing the bargaining chip of survival.

In such a dangerous place, it means certain death.

The heart was pounding, the brain was hot in the cranial cavity, and the palms were oozing cold sweat.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and forced to calm down.

The first and most important thing is to understand why this disease occurs.

Violated some kind of taboo? Violating some kind of rule? Or is it simply entering this lab and contaminating it over time?

What Wen Jianyan was most worried about was the last one.

This judgment is too loose, almost impossible to prevent, it is almost equivalent to the death penalty.

He moved his fingers holding the flashlight, his sticky and sweaty palms covered the icy flashlight to warm it, turned his wrist, and quickly looked around in the huge dark room.

Obviously, there were only two people in this hall, Luce and his team.

Su Cheng, Huang "Mao", and Shao "Yao" belonging to Luce's team are not here.

There are other forks on the fourth floor of the west building, but Wen Jianyan didn't see anyone along the way, that is to say...

Wen Jianyan turned around, the light beam of the flashlight passed through the darkness and shone on the iron door with a gap behind it.

——Obviously, they should have entered here.

Among the cluttered clues, Wen Jianyan finally found a clear thread.

That being the case, "symptoms developed" is not for the broad and simple reasons of "entering the laboratory" or "being in the laboratory for too long."

Otherwise, as teammates who acted with Luce and the others, Su Cheng and the others could not be spared.

One more thing to...

According to the "chaotic" image in front of the iron gate, there should be some "commotion" happening here.

So that even though two teammates in the team were recruited, Su Cheng and the others turned around and ran away, but fled deeper into the laboratory...

Will it be because of what?

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, revealing a thoughtful look.

The heavy iron frame, Luce no longer struggled, he quietly curled up in the dust, like a frightened beast, shivering instinctively, and his mouth seemed to be muttering. something.

Just in case, Wen Jianyan activated an advanced protective cover.

After he upgraded to B-level, the level of the protective cover he purchased increased, which not only extended the duration, but also became more convenient. It covered the skin like a thin film and would not affect the anchor's actions at all.

Wen Jianyan squatted beside Luce.

He carefully opened the other's eyelids with his hands, lit it with a flashlight, observed the contraction of the other's pupils, and probed for the other's pulse.

Even through the protective film, Wen Jianyan could still feel that the other party's skin was hot, and his pulse was disordered and fast.

Although the state is very poor, there is probably some danger to life, but don't know whether this state is reversed.

At the light of the flashlight, Wen Jianyan suddenly said something...

He frowned slightly, and pushed the other's head with his fingers, causing him to turn beside him, "exposing" his neck.

On the sweaty and pale skin, you can see the strange lines of red "color", which are separated like branches, densely packed, like spider webs, and not exactly the same...

There is more than one small central point, connected by irregular thin dendrites, like small neurons connected together.

Wen Jianyan's brows furrowed even tighter.

He reached out and touched the middle area of ​​the mesh—

There, a small red dot was vaguely seen, and there was still a little blood on it that had not dried up.

Like a needle left behind, and like...

Tick, tick.

A vague, dripping sound came from the darkness.

It seems to be closer than before.

The body of Luce, who was pressed against the iron frame, suddenly tensed. He seemed to see something particularly terrifying. The whole person trembled involuntarily, but no sound came out of his mouth. On the contrary, he It became extraordinarily quiet, almost eerily quiet.

Wen Jianyan seemed to realize something.

He couldn't help holding his breath, the flashlight turned slowly towards the side, and slowly shot it above his head.

The slightly swaying beam of light entered the darkness, and the blurred light quickly moved to the top of the head, illuminating a small part of the high ceiling.

The entire ceiling was covered with a crimson 'color' strange fleshy membrane, and the branch-like fine lines connected the giant neurons, all the way into the depths of darkness.

Thin, needle-like tentacles drooped, shaking silently, dripping from the viscous scarlet "color" "liquid".

ticking in the dark.

That's mouthparts.

Thin and pointed, it penetrates the skin with ease.

Looking at the dense and strange fleshy membrane, Wen Jianyan's scalp was numb.

...at least he knows why.

In the swaying flashlight beam, those countless slender, tentacle-like thin lines hang down, fluttering quietly as if alive, silently extending, stretching—

The one near the iron gate is the longest.

Wen Jianyan made a visual inspection, and there was only a dozen centimeters left between the hair and the nearest mouthpart.

He swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and pressed the flashlight to prevent the strong light from falling directly on those weird things.

Wen Jianyan turned her head again and looked at the two people in front of her.

Even if they have fallen into the negative state of being affected by the copy, the survival instinct still dominates the behavior of the two.

They are very quiet.

A little too quiet.

A few loose and broken threads are woven together.

Yes, these fleshy membranes that seem to be undulating with breathing have eyes, and they should only be able to identify prey by sound.

Su Cheng and the others came to the iron gate and were captured after making a noise. Under the attack of his teammates who went mad because of his illness, they fled into the iron gate in a panic.

The movement just now was too loud, apparently "awakening" these tentacles.

Yes……

Wen Jianyan's eyes fell on the jars on the ground that had stopped rolling - the tentacles at the top of each jar were a little longer than the sides.

He let out a slow, long sigh of relief, layers of cold sweat oozing from his back.

Thank goodness.

If it wasn't for him just overturning the shelf, letting these jars roll in all directions at will, making strange noises, disturbing the perception of the strange fleshy membrane, making them unable to accurately locate the position, he is afraid has been infected without a trace.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Good guy, this is the first time I can see what the laboratory looks like... This is too much."

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"If you come to this laboratory to explore, in fact, the fewer people the better. After all, as long as someone in the team becomes crazy, the noise will continue to occur. A pig teammate is more afraid than a hundred enemies."

After confirming that the two of Luce would not walk around at will, and would not continue to make noise, Wen Jianyan held her breath, stepped back gently, put her feet lightly, and walked silently towards the iron gate.

Qing's figure was slightly sideways, and he drilled into the crack of the door, like a live fish, and disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

The iron door covered those weird flesh membranes, Wen Jianyan didn't let his guard down, he took a deep breath, and moved his fingers that were particularly stiff because he was clenching the flashlight.

After all, these areas in the dungeon, only the more difficult it is.

He raised his wrist and flashed a flashlight in front of his eyes.

The ceiling was covered with scarlet, sticky fleshy membranes, but since he made any noise, those tentacles hung far above his head, ready to grow.

Wen Jianyan's wrist, the beam of light fell in front of him.

His movements stopped, and an unexpected expression appeared on his face.

out in front of...

It's actually stairs.

Stairs stretched up, the top in total darkness.

Wait, isn't he at the very top?

That is to say, there is a fifth floor hidden in the Ping An Sanatorium?

There were messy footprints on the stairs.

Following these traces, Wen Jianyan stepped forward and walked up the stairs.

His steps were light, walking like a shadow in the darkness.

As they went up, those flesh membranes seemed to expand their range, not only the ceiling, but even the walls were clinging to a layer of light red flesh nets, and the neuron-like contacts were pulsating irregularly, The humidity in the air gradually increases.

Soon, the fifth floor arrived.

The iron door, which is completely the same as the method, is half-open, and the iron door is covered with meat film, like mold spots, which are irregularly distributed on the door panel.

That strong, as if something rotten smell penetrated into the nose, almost suffocating

Wen Jianyan's face turned pale, and she raised her hand to cover her mouth and nose.

He raised his flashlight cautiously, and swept over the iron gate.

The iron nameplate on the side is almost eroded, and some intermittent English letters can still be vaguely recognized.

Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes and identified it carefully, her lips moved, and she made a subtle and indistinguishable voice: "spiritual...u..."

He was startled:

"uroborus."

These are the only two English words that can be recognized.

The first meaning is spiritual.

The second meaning is:

Ouroboros.

At this moment, a thin, lowered voice came from the door:

"Hey, is that you?"

This voice is... Su Cheng?

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes, hesitating, yes, there is still something he needs to do, only to hear the other party's voice coming from the door, hissing:

"come on in."

"quick!"