Chapter 136

It seems that this copy should be a mental hospital.

The restraint was completely free from the inside, and Wen Jianyan quickly gave up trying.

He turned his head to look out of the iron railing.

It was pitch black in the line of sight, full of stench and meaningful noise, and the vehicles swayed through the night, unable to see the road at all.

Wen Jianyan retracted her gaze and looked around in the carriage.

Because his body and neck are firmly fixed, his line of sight is very narrow, and he can see the whole picture of the entire carriage clearly, and also can't identify which one is his teammate.

I thought that the yellow "hair" would be the easiest to distinguish, but...

Wen Jianyan swept the hairs and hairs in the distance, and couldn't help sighing.

Unexpectedly, in this car, the number of black hair will be the least.

Over time, after the throbbing of the engine, the bus stopped slowly and the doors opened.

Laughing, babbling, scolding, the sound was loud and noisy, and the mentally ill people in restraint clothes were dragged from their seats one by one, driving them like animals.

Wen Jianyan followed the flow of people towards the bus.

In the thick ink-like night, an old gray and white building appeared in the eye. It was a Gothic building with a spire and a huge cross on top. It looked a bit old and had a large area. The peeling walls were covered with creepers, and each window was extremely narrow and was tightly sealed with mottled iron railings.

Soon, the mentally ill were driven into the building.

Wen Jianyan was pushed and shoved, and as she walked, she quickly analyzed the current situation in her mind.

This copy is very different from several copies.

First of all, as mental patients, the range of activities they can move and the things they can touch are all very limited, and it is almost impossible to use a mobile phone like a few copies.

That is to say, whether it is the exchange of points or the form of copies, there may be changes to a certain extent.

Through the entrance, the hall is spacious and gloomy, and the air is filled with an unpleasant smell of disinfectant.

Not far away, you can see a long, dark corridor and an activity room at the end of the corridor.

Lively and brisk music floated out from between the iron railings, and through the narrow gap, many figures in blue and white sick clothes could be seen.

Someone was standing tightly against the iron railings, the flesh on their faces was deeply squeezed, and their deformed and crazy eyes fell on the slow-moving team, making a creepy laugh.

"Damn, this is too infiltrative."

An anchor walking beside Wen Jianyan whispered and looked away with lingering fears.

Wen Jianyan glanced at him calmly.

According to what he has observed so far, the number of anchors in this copy is quite large. This time, most of the mentally ill patients who were transported from the bus were anchored by anchors. Otherwise, the team would not have run so smoothly.

A person who looked like a head nurse walked out, her face was flat and dull, her eyes were piercing, she hurriedly glanced at the new patient who was admitted to the hospital, and then said:

"Send it for cleaning first, and register after you come out."

"Cleaning? Is this going to let us take a shower?" one of the anchors muttered.

"should be."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

There is always an ominous feeling.

The mentally ill people in straitjackets stripped naked in batches and were pushed into the bathroom with a force and brutality.

The wall tiles in the bathroom are peeling off, the sewage is flowing across the feet, the facilities inside are pitiful, the compartment is so narrow that it is almost impossible to turn around, the icy cold water is pumped from the high-pressure nozzle, and the nurses are directed at each body, rude and savage. clean.

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth and turned her head slightly, enduring the pain of the strong water rushing against her skin.

The intense water column left a brutal red mark on his fair skin, and the water column dripped from the wet black hair, making him look particularly embarrassed.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"!!!"

"My god, this dungeon...is really great!!"

"Damn, every time I come to this time, I will hate the Harmony System of Nightmare!!!"

"Why can't the camera go, why!"

After the rude "cleaning", everyone was assigned to a mental hospital outfit with blue and white stripes. Wen Jianyan put it on as quickly as possible. With a slight turn of her slender and flexible fingers, a small piece of mirror was stuffed. The gaps in the clothes were removed—although the outer clothes were restraints, the clothes inside were the same clothes that the anchors wore when they entered the dungeon.

When he was stripped of his restraint clothes, Wen Jianyan took out the mirror fragments in his pocket as fast as he could, and quietly hid them in his palm.

After all, this item method is included in the system backpack. If it is lost, there is really nowhere to find it.

Wet patients lined up in a line, shivering as they walked out of the bathroom under the supervision of a nurse with an electric baton.

Wen Jianyan took the opportunity to turn her head and glance at it.

Soon, two familiar figures appeared within sight.

The closest to him was the yellow hair. His yellow hair was soaked and turned into a tan color. It was softly pressed against his face, looking like a pitiful underwater dog.

He has the best eyesight. Obviously, he has seen where Wen Jianyan is long ago. When he saw Wen Jianyan looking over, Huang "Mao"'s eyes lit up. If it wasn't for a care worker who happened to be standing next to him. Wen Jianyan had no doubt that he would jump up and wave to him.

And seven or eight meters behind Huang "Mao"...

It's Su Cheng.

He lowered his head and followed the group slowly, his wet hair covering his pale face, so he couldn't see the expression on his face.

Wen Jian frowned slightly without a trace.

Just now, the head nurse appeared in front of everyone with the folder in hand.

She registered as she walked, reciting everyone's number in a rigid tone, and the nurses behind him assigned a bracelet representing the number to each patient:

"...No. 039, paranoid schizophrenia."

"No. 040, don't confuse sex."

"041, manic depression."

"Number 043,"

The nurse stopped in front of Wen Jianyan, her icy and stony gaze stayed on him for a moment, and said, "Intellectual disability."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"hahahahahahahahaha!"

"The booming fire made me laugh in a trance, God damn mental retardation!"

"Hahahahahaha. Reasonable suspicion is that the copy saves revenge!"

"I want to die with a laugh, and I'm in a trance!"

The nurse came up and put a paper bracelet on Wen Jianyan's wrist with his number and mental illness printed on it.

At the moment when the bracelet was put on, a familiar system sound rang in Wen Jianyan's ears:

"Welcome to the A-level dungeon [Ping An Special Sanatorium], this dungeon is a non-time-limited dungeon of points accumulation type!"

Points accumulation class?

Wen Jianyan was startled, searching for the memory related to it in his mind.

Although he has not experienced this type of dungeon, he still understands what the general mechanism of this dungeon is.

The dungeon will randomly release a series of tasks, there is no main line branch, but the reward points are different. After completing the tasks, points will be accumulated, and after a certain amount of points accumulated, the customs will be automatically cleared.

Choose easy tasks to clear the level slowly, and choose difficult tasks to clear the level faster.

"When the accumulated mission points reach 10,000 points, you can clear the level."

The paper bracelet flickered, and a few dense lines of small characters appeared.

【Identify card】

"Sex": Wen Jianyan

Age: 24

Occupation: Signed anchor of the Nightmare Live Room

Related Plot: Due to intellectual disability, he was admitted to Ping An Special Nursing Home for hospitalization

【Allocation of survival time completed】

The countdown of the blood red "color" starts: [5:00:00]

In a second, Wen Jianyan saw that a small task bar appeared at the edge of his line of sight.

[Primary task has been released: go to the ward you are assigned]

As a mentally handicapped patient with little threat, Wen Jianyan was no longer put on restraints. He followed the team in a low-key manner and came to the single ward on the third floor.

"crunch-"

The rusted iron door was closed behind Wen Jianyan, making a "bang" sound.

At the moment of stepping into the ward, a familiar system prompt sounded in my ears:

【Ding! Congratulations to the anchor for completing the task: go to the ward you were assigned

Bonus points: 200]

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes slightly.

The primary task is fast, but according to this point accumulation speed, it takes only a month to complete the task accumulation of 10,000 points.

After completing the first task, the taskbar is updated again:

[Primary task has been released: rest in the ward overnight]

[Level task has been released: Rest overnight in the confinement room]

At this moment, Wen Jianyan heard a loud noise coming from the iron door. He was slightly startled, turned to the door, and looked out through the narrow window on the door.

It seemed that a mental patient had gone mad and was trying to snatch the electric baton from the hand of the nurse, and the corridor was in chaos.

Shouts, laughter, footsteps, and screams were mixed together, fermenting in the narrow and dim corridor.

"Zizzi-"

The sound of electricity sounded.

The mental patient who created the "chaos" softened and stumbled to the ground.

The moment he saw the other's face, Wen Jianyan's mouth tightened.

The one who snatched the nurse's weapon...

It was Su Cheng!

Su Cheng rolled his eyes, his mouth was crooked, a tranquilizer was injected into his neck, and he lay down on the ground limply.

"Send to the confinement room."

The head nurse adjusted her messy clothes and gave an order coldly.

Grass.

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth.

This time, can be 100% sure, it is definitely the ghost of the gods’ gang—

There is no simpler and faster way to let the anchor die after entering the copy, and if you want to kill a person.

"Hey, hey!!"

Wen Jianyan slapped the iron door hard with her palm, trying to attract the attention of those people.

He slammed the door with his legs, showing a very aggressive and crazy side, and tried to get himself locked up: "I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy! If you have the ability, take me away!"

"Bang!"

The nurse slammed the door with the end of the electric baton: "Be quiet."

They carried the soft Su Cheng and continued to walk.

Watching their backs that were about to drift away, Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth viciously.

Damn it, this can't be done. With Su Cheng's current state, he will be carried to the confinement room, and it is estimated that he will die.

At this moment, the picture that flashed across my mind—

A cross hangs in the center of the hall.

This Christian decoration hangs around the carer's neck.

"No. 040, don't confuse sex."

When saying this sentence, there was a trace of obvious disgust on the face of the stiff-faced nurse.

"..."

Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes.

He said that in the last century, homosexuality was used as a name for mental illness for a while, and it was called "'sex' don't pervert."

After a brief silence, he raised his voice again:

"Hey, the handsome black-haired guy in the face, your butt is really upturned, I must have a big face, right?"

The nurse paused, turned her head and looked over, her expression distorted in disgust.

There is a play.

Wen Jianyan's mouth twitched.

"Don't you know? I like men."

Wen Jianyan stuck his whole body on the iron gate, and leaned his profile face on the cold iron railing, with the tail of his eyes upturned, and the amber eyeballs shone with a strange light in the interweaving of light and dark:

"Do you want to be cool?"

"Bang."

The soft Su Cheng was rudely thrown to the ground, and the two nurses walked over with gloomy faces, raised their electric batons and stabbed between the railings: "Shut up, unless you want to suffer too."

"Can't you understand what I'm saying?"

Qing laughed.

He raised his eyes, circled his slender forefinger and thumb, and slid on the electric baton to suggest "sex".

"Then I'll explain more clearly."

Wen Jianyan leaned over, her eyes were burning with fiery light, which was both a temptation and a provocation.

His voice is soft and his words are eloquent, but his words are vulgarly vulgar: "I like men's chicken///ba."