Chapter 7: Mental hospital

"Have you heard that there was an F-class accident last night!"

At seven o'clock in the morning, after the nurse unlocked the door lock outside each ward, all the trainees couldn't wait to get up, and after a quick wash, they gathered in the dining room, chatting about what happened last night.

After Zong Jiu sent Sheng Yu back to the ward last night, he went to the reading room and told Messiah the news of the missing glasses.

The old people glanced at each other, unanimously put aside the task of collecting information, and jointly searched the entire first floor and the negative first floor.

The first person to die can usually bring a lot of information. If the corpse can be found, the source of the terror can even be inferred.

Survivors who live in an infinite loop can't get along without a bit of forensic common sense.

Strangely, they found the nurse from ten o'clock in the ward round at eleven o'clock, almost searched both floors, and still found nothing.

Finally, at the last moment, they finally found the corpse of the glasses in the dirty sink of the toilet on the first floor.

It is not appropriate to say that it is a corpse.

Because there is only a human head mop made by pounding a wooden stick into the brain in the dirty sink.

The glasses are men, and the hair is naturally not long since they have their heads cut on weekdays. But the end of the mop was wrapped with a thick cloth strip, which not only perfectly blocked the head, but also really fixed it, making it a usable mop.

Had it not been for a trainee who suddenly saw a pair of white eyes in the gap of the cloth strips, I am afraid that no one would have thought that in a short period of time, the glasses not only separated from the head, but also hung so blatantly. They searched under their noses countless times.

Not to mention the people who saw this scene on the spot, the barrage was trembling with fright.

"I heard about it. It is said that the F-class died miserably, and I haven't been able to retrieve the remaining body. Those old people who have seen strong winds and waves say that such a cruel method of death is really rare."

"Oh... the old people say so, what can we newcomers do? Should we just wait for death like this?"

When Zong Jiu walked in, a bleak atmosphere was already enveloped in the dining room.

He greeted Sheng Yu, scooped himself a bowl of porridge, and happened to see Messiah walking over with two steamed buns and fried dough sticks.

"together?"

Zong Jiu nodded, followed behind the blond Shengzi, and sat down at the most central dining table.

Besides him, there are many people sitting on this table. If you look closely, you will find that they are all the old trainees who didn't take medicine last night, and all of them are above grade B without exception.

Others are secretly looking at this dining table, which is located in the center as if stars are holding the moon.

"Hey, this white hair is really capable, and it really let him get in."

"It's really lucky, I don't know how much that face played a role in it."

People whispered, "Don't talk about Saint Son, there are also Qin Ye and others, but they are all big people. He is an E-class, and he is not afraid of falling to death!"

Even though the words were so sorrowful, everyone had to accept the face of Qi Zongjiu, and at the same time they knew it well.

The core leadership group in this copy should have been separated.

In the past, the large team entered the dungeon in the same way. The commanding layer commands, and others only need to obey the order. After that, if the props are obtained in the dungeon, the commanding layer will also have the priority to distribute, and the survival points can also be used when the dungeon is settled.

Let alone look at the familiar appearance of this E-class and Shengzi. If you can get the blue eyes of no.7, you will have no worries about your life and status in the future.

However, the atmosphere at the center table is a bit strange.

Zong Jiu was isolated.

Except for the great good Messiah who knew that his hands were inconvenient and helped him take breakfast enthusiastically, the others at this table ignored him, consciously or unconsciously.

They are all grown-ups, and they still use the same methods as elementary school students.

Zong Jiu couldn't laugh or cry.

No one paid attention to him, but he was still happy, eating slowly while listening to other people exchanging information.

After the death of the glasses, Zong Jiu's plot prophet no longer exists. In this case, intelligence is extremely important.

But fortunately, Zong Jiu already had a great advantage compared to the other people who had a dark eye. Not only has he almost locked the range of candidates for the inner ghost, he has also become closer to the source of this copy.

He has to do the challenge of danger, and he can't put random tasks. Both hands must be grasped and both hands must be hard. As long as there is a place where you can earn survival points, Zong Jiu must be there to fight the worker Ouye!

Messiah tapped on the desktop, "You stayed in the library and reading room to check the information last night. Are there any new discoveries?"

Strange to say, this mental hospital looks dilapidated and filthy, but the library occupies a large area.

Do mental patients still like to read books?

"Nothing." The trainee in charge of consulting the library shook his head. "The library is full of highly functional books, and there is no record of this."

"Where's the reading room?" The blond son turned his gaze to He Jianlan.

"Except for the one I found last night, all other reports are extremely vague. The only clue that can be determined is that this mental hospital was a wartime military/affair/base many years ago, and a terrible incident occurred. thing."

He Jianlan said cautiously, "We didn't have enough time to check it last night. If we search according to the planned time range today, we should be able to find more clues."

Speaking of what happened last night, everyone was a little silent.

It's not the way to die for fear of glasses. After all, they have been mixing infinitely for so long. After climbing to this level, what kind of tragic way of death has not been seen?

What really cares about them is the fact that there is no sign of the incident.

Last night Sheng Yu fell asleep because of taking medicine, and the others were quoted by Zong Jiu Dai.

"I'll ask the F-class at the scene of the incident later to see if there is anything he missed."

Everyone agreed.

"Then the goal for this morning is very clear."

The blond saint child folded his hands, "The reading room team, the library team, and the first floor search team, try to find a way to find the nurses and nurses to collect information from the NPC team, and return to the crime scene investigation team. Multi-line parallel, always able Find the clue."

Qin also suddenly said, "There is still one person who has not returned."

"Who?"

He said concisely, "Vincent."

The people at the table exchanged shocked glances.

Vincent is A-level, he is also the second in command of the Night Clan team, the right arm of No.2, and his strength is naturally not bad. Although not as good as the top S-level, it is also one of the long-established survivors in the infinite loop, which should not be underestimated.

As we all know, everyone in the Night Clan team has a talent. They had received the first embrace of vampires.

There are all kinds of horror copies in the infinite loop, and there are not a few of them related to the subject of vampires. There is a particularly well-known A-level copy called "Dark Castle", in which there is a way to transform humans into semi-vampires.

It's just that because the blood of vampires is highly poisonous, humans may die in the process of transformation at any time. Few survivors have the courage to choose such a path, because the pain of transformation is the same as suicide.

However, the risks and benefits have always been proportional. If you can transform into a semi-vampire, you will not only greatly enhance your physical fitness, but you can also get the natural ability of a vampire, and you don't need to look for special props.

Fan Zhuo, now ranked No. 2, once accepted the blood of the blood prince in an S-level dungeon "Dark Night Abyss", and his strength has increased exponentially, almost reaching the peak of the "human" category specified by the main system. Only then can we stand under one person and above ten thousand people.

The reason why Qin is also sensitive to Vincent is also very simple, because he once received the blessing of the werewolf in a horror copy.

Werewolves and vampires are natural enemies. If Vincent appeared in this copy, Qin would definitely be the first to know. He received the werewolf's blessing, and his nose became very spiritual.

Qin also continued: "As soon as I entered the dungeon yesterday, Lao He and I joined together. When I went upstairs, I saw him coming out of the ward next door. But he didn't come to the restaurant, I guess he might want to go ahead. Collect information and act directly and freely."

Since Qin had said the same, everyone would naturally not believe it, but the news was too unbelievable.

"I disappeared all night...Is it impossible?"

Vampires themselves are a scary race favored by the dark night, as are half-vampires.

Not to mention that this mental hospital does not even have windows, and the day is like night, and no sunlight can penetrate it. It stands to reason that vampires like this environment the most, and they can even get an increase in ability.

What's more, Vincent himself is an experienced and experienced survivor, and almost no one will believe it when he opens the door to get a blood.

"But yesterday we searched the entire first floor and negative first floor, as well as the empty ward, but we didn't find Vincent at all."

"Do not."

Messiah said solemnly, "There are two places we didn't go to."

The dining table was silent.

They did not go to two places, one was the iron gate locked on the south side of the first floor, and the other was the second floor.

The iron gate that was locked to the south was so strong that it couldn't be pushed even if it was pushed, and it was impossible to detect it.

The other negative second floor didn't even have any lights. From the stairwell of the negative first ward, it looked dark, and the corridor was broken as if it hadn't been repaired in decades.

Yesterday they planned to go downstairs to find glasses. They just walked to the top of the stairs. A B-level psychic in the team suddenly turned pale and fainted directly on the ground.

Psychic is a very rare physique, and it also requires a special copy to trigger it. Although the combat effectiveness is not strong, the perception ability is a first-class cow, and it is very useful to deal with those unusual things. Generally, large teams will raise one or two.

There was only one psychic medium in this venue, and after being sure that this copy belonged to a supernatural copy, everyone treated him like a giant panda.

After waking up, the psychic's face showed unconcealed fear, and the first words he spoke were--

"Don't... don't go down. You will die."

It is for this reason that they temporarily avoided the negative second floor.

It now appears that if all other places are searched and no clues are found, the result is very obvious.

They only have three days, and today is the first day.

According to the law of horror copy, the more you delay, the more uncontrollable the development of the situation will be.

If no more clues have been collected at noon, they can only take the initiative to attack.

"The danger of the negative second floor is beyond imagination. Don't act without authorization."

Messiah looked solemnly, "Wait for all clues and intelligence to be gathered by all parties at noon today before voting to decide."

"Eat breakfast first."

They finished the discussion, and Zong Jiu just finished eating.

After breakfast, Zong Jiu had nothing to do, holding his head, letting his silver-haired ponytail run down his back shoulders, and continued to think about what he saw on the wall yesterday.

Last night, Zong Jiu and a few other old people slept in Messiah’s ward. He took the initiative to move the quilt to the corner and found a strange letter in the corner.

pnpso.

This obviously does not constitute a word, but it attracted Zong Jiu's attention.

In order to make sure that this string of letters was not accidental, after washing up this morning, Zong Jiu made a special turn and went to the ward 12 that belonged to him yesterday.

Sure enough, the pnpso string of characters also appeared on the densely lined wall of ward 12 with mathematical formulas, but it didn't look obvious and it was a little difficult to recognize.

Zong Jiu went to several wards at random, and found that all wards were without exception.

It's not accidental that it has appeared so many times, it was painted on purpose by someone at first glance.

But what do these letters stand for?

Zong Jiu had a hunch that he had discovered a big clue. It's just that because of the lack of some key information, I was blocked by the door and couldn't enter.

As for the others?

How could Zong Jiu do such a stupid thing of shooting himself in the foot when the main system clearly informed that there was an inner ghost.

The white-haired young man squinted his eyes and didn't care about other people's indifferent attitude towards him. On the contrary, he was content.

Whether they can discover this big clue or not is naturally based on their own abilities. Relying on other people's hints will not lose the fun of understanding mysteries?

As a magician who specializes in bringing surprises and happiness to people, Zong Jiu certainly will not discourage everyone.

When the trainees were just halfway through their breakfast, the familiar slapping of high-heeled shoes once again sounded from the depths of the corridor.

The head nurse appeared at the door, holding a blank paper in his hand, and began to roll the call.

"No. 1 and No. 7, No. 12 and No. 3, No. 5 and No. 9, No. 2 and No. 16..."

The trainees who were read the serial number looked at each other, wondering what happened.

Soon, after everyone's serial numbers were read without fail, the head nurse announced indifferently, "The above is the grouping list of the ward tonight."

Her face was gloomy, "You were considered smart last night, but I advise you to stop trying to make a fool of yourself. If there is a situation where many people sleep in a ward like last night, the hospital will directly deal with it in violation of regulations."

The eyes of the newcomers were suddenly horrified.

"Then what shall we do tonight... Two people in a dormitory, this is too dangerous."

Thanks to the strategy of the Son, everyone can spend the night in peace. But now the medical staff is obviously very dissatisfied with their **** and skidding, and took out corresponding countermeasures to directly cut off this back path.

On the contrary, the trainees at the center table didn't have any extra expressions, and they all lowered their heads to eat their own.

The elders know that perhaps you can win a short respite with speculation in the early stage, but it is not a long-term solution after all, it is the same in all horror copies.

The method that was devised by completely taking advantage of the rules would be thankful if it could last a night. It was absolutely impossible for them to pin their hopes on it.

After announcing the matter, the head nurse motioned to the nurse behind him to report on the schedule.

"At eight o'clock, all the patients gathered in front of the iron gate on the south side of the first floor."

"Dr. Chu is in a good mood today and intends to let you observe the process of treating mental patients in our hospital on the spot."

There was another commotion in the crowd.

[I was shocked! There is even a doctor! 】

[Also, how can it be possible that there are only nurses and nurses in a psychiatric hospital, but no doctors? I was weird before, boy, I was waiting here.]

[This on-site treatment sounds very bad... No, I have to open a thick barrage to save my life]

The white-haired young man rubbed his stiff fingers and said nothing.

Zong Jiu cared more about the arrangement of the ward mentioned by the head nurse than watching the treatment on the spot.

He is No. 12, and No. 3, coincidentally, is Zhugean.