Chapter 18

"Draw...?"

Huang "Mao" on the side blinked sluggishly, and it seemed that he had just reacted.

He widened his eyes, turned to look at Su Cheng, and asked in disbelief, "Could it be... Are you a precognition talent?"

Su Cheng turned his head and glanced at Wen Jianyan without a trace. Seeing the affirmative look from the other party, he nodded and replied, "Yes, Tarot."

"sky!"

Huang "Mao" sucked in a cold breath, "Lu" showed a look of astonishment, "I thought all the anchors with precognition talents were taken away by Oracle, but I didn't expect..."

"Okay, okay, if it's useless, we'll talk about it later," Su Cheng said, "I'll draw cards first."

"Okay." Huang "Mao" nodded.

Wen Jianyan stared at Su Cheng, her eyes gleaming in the darkness.

It was difficult for him to explain why Wu Zhu's name popped into his mind just now.

In fact, since he entered the dungeon to the present, he has not found any clues that can link the mutation of the dungeon Wu Zhu. Not only did the other party not appear as in the dungeon of Dream Amusement Park, but he also issued a "mission" for him, and neither did he Trying to communicate with him again, there are no mirrors, evil spirits and other elements in the Ping An Sanatorium.

but……

Somewhere, Wen Jianyan always had a strange prediction.

Maybe that guy has something to do with it all.

Even in the Nightmare Live Room full of strange phenomena of "color", the existence of Wu Zhu can be regarded as very special.

Behind him is a vast void, Biao Wen Jianyan has no right to explore now, the huge unknown, this strange existence that is neither a god nor a ghost, it seems that the deep rules of the entire live broadcast room are tightly bound together. , influence each other and interact with each other by a so far unexplained principle.

There are even some dungeons that are purely based on the soul fragments of witch candles.

Well, this dungeon is going in an unexpected direction now, and perhaps this guy's soul fragment has no explanation for the time being, but is inextricably linked.

Plus……

He was really curious as to why the precognition talent was so precious and sought-after in the entire nightmare.

So Wen Jianyan decided to give it a try to see if Su Cheng's talent might point a way for him.

【Complete shuffling】

[Whether to draw cards? 】

The tarot cards with the star and moon as the base are evenly arranged.

Su Cheng raised his hand, lightly tapped in the void, slowly pulled out one of the cards, and turned it over.

He was slightly startled.

"What's the answer?"

Wen Jianyan held her breath and asked.

Su Cheng shook his head dully: "No, I don't know..."

"What's the meaning?"

Wen Jianyan's face showed a look of doubt and confusion.

"It means that the cards drawn are blank."

Wen Jianyan was stunned: "...blank?"

"Yes." It was clear that Su Cheng was the one who drew the card, but he looked more "fascinated" and "confused" than Wen Jianyan: "I... I have never encountered this before."

The star-moon card that was drawn out was quietly suspended in mid-air, with a blank surface without any text or image.

"..."

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes and fell into contemplation.

This was something he hadn't thought of.

Is it because Su Cheng's talent level is not enough? Or simply because there is no permission? Or……

"However, the good news is that the draw you just drew didn't consume my talent."

Su Cheng looked at Wen Jianyan: "Are you going to continue asking the question just now?"

"No."

Wen Jianyan shook his head decisively.

Since Su Cheng has drawn out a blank card, it means that this related problem is likely to continue to end without a hitch like it is now. Although he can continue to try, it is a waste of the precious safety time he has finally obtained. .

He looked at Su Cheng and asked, "Can you still choose your first divination method now?"

Su Cheng nodded: "Of course."

Wen Jianyan thought for a while.

After a few seconds, he raised his eyes, the bottom of his eyes was cold, and he said carefully:

"How to kill critically ill patients."

"!"

After getting to this question, Huang "Mao" Su Cheng was shocked.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"!!!"

"Good guy!"

"I have to say, the anchor is really good. If I found out that I was so strongly targeted by the copy, I would definitely run as far as possible..."

"Hahahahaha if you want me to lie down! There are really too many perverts!! Everyone is still eyeing them, targeting extremely strong, this is too fucking scary."

"What stupid things are you talking about? The anchor thinks this way to be really clear-headed! He has been targeted so much now that I have to wonder if there is a problem with the dungeon, and it will definitely continue to develop after the dungeon. Ping An Nursing Home is more than just this danger. If every one of them is like this, then the anchor is absolutely transparent. If you want to survive, you must be tough and try to reduce the number of enemies. Otherwise, it is really possible to wait until the dungeon develops to the later stage. It will become one against the whole world! Being dismembered is light."

While Su Cheng was stunned, Wen Jianyan raised her eyes and gestured calmly, "Draw three cards."

"……okay!"

Su Cheng came back to his senses and nodded.

【Complete shuffling】

[Whether to draw cards? 】

The tarot cards with the star and moon as the bottom were once again arranged in the void.

Su Cheng closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then slowly drew three cards from the card array.

This is the traditional card array of the Tarot, the Holy Triangle, which contains much richer meanings than just drawing one card.

"The wheel of fortune is right, God is reversed, and the tower is reversed."

Su Cheng stared at the three cards suspended in front of him, and read out the cards.

"Do you want a simpler interpretation or a more complicated one?"

Wen Jianyan turned her head and glanced at the direction she had just run from. The corridor had changed a lot before she knew it. The end of the corridor was immersed in darkness, and she couldn't see what was going on there.

"simple."

"Simply put, the alignment of the wheel of fortune is telling you that the question you asked has a solution and the direction is correct, but the changes in the arrangement of fate are very unpredictable, and the next two cards..."

Tower of God, these are two cards representing doom and disaster, but reversed...

Su Cheng paused and spoke faster:

"The road ahead is difficult and unpredictable, and the crisis is looming, but there is vitality in it."

Wen Jianyan squinted, nodded and said:

"...Thank you."

In fact, after going through so much, he actually gradually had some vague inferences in his mind.

The result of the fight between Dr. Reese's Edward told him that it would be difficult to effectively reduce the number of perverts just by sowing discord between the bosses and letting them fight each other.

At best, it can create a temporary 'chaos' to escape from, but not really solve it.

In other dungeons since the past, although there will be ghosts and monsters, most of the crisis comes from the rules. Whether the anchor can survive mainly depends on whether he can "find" the mechanism that triggers death.

And this copy is different.

Its mechanism is very simple, it doesn't take much effort to "feel" it clearly, and all its threats come from these NPCs.

For most anchors, running away is enough.

Hide in the inner world, escape, use props, and wait until the end of time.

Complete the task and leave the instance.

However, Wen Jianyan was keenly aware that for Zi, this road was almost impossible.

As the dungeon progresses, the difficulty will only increase, not decrease.

And Su Cheng's divination helped Wen Jianyan sort out his thoughts in the chaos.

Since the hidden mechanism to check and balance the critical illness copy exists, it is probably buried in the most difficult mainline path.

This also means that in this dungeon, if Wen Jianyan wants to survive, he cannot choose any opportunistic method, but must take desperate risks.

Dig it deep and subvert it.

Go the hard mode and aim for the platinum achievement.

"By the way..." Su Cheng thought for a while, and then added hesitantly, "Perhaps because it is the one of the innate talent, in fact, its card face is different in the real world. With my talent level, I found that, Gradually I was able to receive more from the patterns on the cards..."

Wen Jianyan was startled, then turned to look at Su Cheng:

"what?"

Su Cheng stared at the three cards hanging in front of him, organized language bit by bit, and explained:

"The current card surface makes me feel that there seems to be something hidden on the road you have traveled, and the patterns on the three cards all point to the northwest."

With a little white light, the three tarot cards disappeared in the air, and the number of times the talent was used was zero.

Su Cheng scratched his head and said hesitantly:

"I think this seems to be the advice given by the card."

... Northwest?

Wen Jianyan pondered for two seconds: "Okay, I understand."

He nodded twice, then turned around and walked forward along the corridor, but before he could walk, he was stopped by Su Cheng: "Wait, are you going one?"

"Otherwise?" The young man was stunned, raised his eyebrows slightly, and raised a careless smile on his lips, "You don't want to follow and drag me down, right?"

Every time.

This guy is selfish, full of lies, never a single truth in his mouth, he always mocks, provokes, "manipulates" all his emotions frivolously, and then leaves with a victorious indifference...even while protecting When teammates don't send it, it's also such an annoying look.

Ugh.

Su Cheng sighed silently.

If it weren't for the fact that he had teamed up too many times, he might have been deceived.

"Forget it,"

Su Cheng stepped forward, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, "This prophet is with you, understand?"

He grinned like Wen Jianyan did:

"I used my talent, took my clues, and wanted to leave after patting my butt? There is no door."

"..."

? ? ?

Wen Jianyan froze involuntarily.

So... this guy Su Cheng must have learned badly, right? !

According to Tarot's suggestion, the group walked to the northwest side.

Xie Edward's invasion, his simple and rude, straight-forward mind, successfully made the inner world of No. 03 have a way to go, instead of the previous, endless corridors, like a "labyrinth" In general, Ling can only spin around like a headless fly inside.

After walking along the straight corridor for a while, Wen Jianyan suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Su Cheng asked.

Wen Jianyan stared at a door not far away, with a thoughtful look on her face: "Here... I seem to have been here before."

Unexpectedly, Wen Jianyan would make such an answer, and the other two were stunned.

Wen Jianyan stepped forward, raised her hand, and pushed the door open cautiously.

Under the flickering lights, a familiar scene was vaguely visible.

The space in the ward is not large and the facilities are simple. The cold custom-made iron bed is placed at the edge of the room, and the familiar iron nameplate is at the end of the bed.

The moment he walked into the room, the sound of the completion of the mission rang in both of Huang "Mao" Su Cheng's ears.

"So, this is the ward of No. 03?"

Huang "Mao" reacted, and "Lu" showed a stunned expression.

Wen Jianyan was pacing in the narrow room. He stopped in front of the iron bed, bent down, and looked at the messy graffiti on the wall beside the bed.

The brushstrokes are immature and messy. Most of them are drawn with crayons, and some are scratched with the tip of a knife. If you distinguish carefully, you can see...

There seems to be a lot of different kinds of rabbits.

The decapitated, mutilated, some are carefully depicted, while others are smeared in a mess.

But without exception, there are two.

One black "color" and one white "color".

Just like the spiritual world of No. 03, it was precisely divided into two halves.

Wen Jianyan straightened up and looked away from the rabbit on the wall, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

He remembered Su Cheng's prophecy.

What is there to hide on the road that have traveled...?

Is it?

Wen Jianyan was slightly startled, and seemed to have suddenly thought of something. He hurried to the cabinet, imitated Nair before, raised his hand and opened the cabinet door——

In the memory, the mirror-like white "color" world did not appear.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes.

Unexpectedly, he saw a picture book placed at the bottom of the cabinet.

The edges are yellow and old, and it looks like it has a long history and is tattered, as if it has been read many times.

He leaned down and picked up the sketchbook.

The moment the fingertips touched the picture book, the long-lost system sound rang in his ears.

"Congratulations to the anchor for getting the hidden item (difficult) in the copy!"

【Collection degree 1/10】

It's actually a difficult hidden item!

Wen Jianyan "showed" a surprised expression.

This was the first hidden item he found after entering the Ping An Sanatorium!

He remembered that every time he entered the inner world, he would receive a task of "searching for ??? wards". Could it be that... is it actually a reminder of their exploration direction?

So, are there any props hidden in the wards of other sick worlds?

Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes slightly.

It's a pity that Wen Jianyan has only entered Edward's ward so far, and he entered when he was chased wildly, so he didn't have time to search.

If there is a chance to go in again, he will know what to look for next time.

Wen Jianyan picked up the picture book, opened it heartily, and read it carefully page by page.

A story about two rabbits in a picture book.

Once upon a time there were two rabbits, one black and the other white.

The black rabbit and the white rabbit live happily together. Although they quarrel and fight, they have a very harmonious relationship with each other until one day...

They fell into the trap of hunting.

No, no, don't kill me!

The black rabbit cried and screamed.

No no no, don't eat me!

White Rabbit cried and screamed.

The middle page was torn off, leaving only the rough edges.

Wen Jianyan frowned slowly and turned to the last page.

After seeing the content of the last page, a chill slowly rose from the soles of my feet.

A rabbit lay in a pool of blood, motionless, surrounded by cotton, half black and half white, its body tightly sewn together with silk threads.

"..."

Looking at the picture album in front of him, Wen Jianyan couldn't help but sweat, and goose bumps appeared on his arms.

Those with dissociative identity disorder all have some degree of trauma history.

In most patients, there will be a relatively weak nominative figure and a relatively strong subordinate figure.

Because the nominative figure cannot deal with the surrounding environment, it needs to separate out another identity, share different memories in this way, and deal with different predicaments.

So why are these two brothers so strong?

Although they are different, one is static, one moves, one wisdom and one martial arts, but there is no obvious low level between them, and it is impossible to see who has the dominant position.

Wen Jianyan thought at first that this might be because the identity dissociation that No. 03 suffers from is not typical. After all, the brain is complex, and not every case will conform to the textbook.

If you look at what's in the picture book...

Perhaps because they were two, they were forcibly stuffed into the same body.

This is the double figure that was created for.

Perhaps, in-body experiments are being carried out in the Heian Sanatorium.

who did it?

... Dr. Reese?

The image of the seemingly gentle doctor came to mind, and under the thin glasses, there were snake-like cold eyes.

In any case, in the Ping An Sanatorium, as a doctor, Reiss should at least know if he is not the leader.

Wen Jianyan rubbed the edge of the picture book in her hand, recalling the last time Dr. Reiss contacted her, she couldn't help but "show" a lingering expression.

Oh shit.

Although he really didn't want to be in contact with that pervert anymore, but, looking at it now, after leaving the second basement floor, he probably still had to go to the treatment room to find clues.

"Knock knock."

A light knocking sound suddenly came from the wall in front of him.

"!!!"

Wen Jianyan's thoughts were pulled out, he was shocked, raised his eyes suddenly, and looked at the bottom of the cabinet in front of him.

He remembered that Nair had just pushed open the bottom of the cabinet, revealing the passage leading to the pure white world.

Could it be that the fight between No. 03 and No. 01 is over?

"day!!"

Wen Jianyan jumped up. He put the picture book in his arms and turned around as fast as he could, "Let's go—"

The next second, the rest of the sentence got stuck in his throat.

Wen Jianyan was stunned.

I don't know since when, Su Chenghuang's "hair" has disappeared, and the originally dark and narrow ward has also disappeared. What was replaced is an elegant and luxurious room.

The floor is covered with a thick carpet, and the long "hair" is soft and gorgeous, which can absorb all the footsteps.

Overhead is a chandelier that illuminates the mahogany wall.

Across the wall, there seems to be a faint sound of music, elegant and soothing, flowing through my ears like icy running water.

Wen Jianyan's face turned pale.

He looked around the room with difficulty and slowly.

The walls were decorated with paintings, but for some reason they had been turned over, and only the rough texture of the back of the frame could be seen.

In the center of the room is a huge bed, thick and soft, with a...

dress.

Next to the skirt are matching suspenders, which are tied at the waist.

The edges of the veil are soft and transparent, as if to outline the curvature of the skin.

looks very...

into the direction.

"Knock knock."

A polite knock came from behind—like the sound of knuckles slamming softly on the door.

"!!!" Wen Jianyan gasped, jumped up as if frightened, her scalp was numb, and she looked behind her in shock.

The cabinet disappeared.

Instead, it was a closed door.

"Good day."

Behind the door, there was a man's low and elegant, cello-like voice. He went up very politely, full of restraint, like a well-educated gentleman:

"May I come in, please?"