Chapter 9: Mental hospital

In the infinite loop, the S-level copy is recognized as the most difficult copy.

Almost all of the S-level and A-level trainees divided by the main system have successfully experienced an S-level copy, belonging to the strong who competed in this cruel environment of the "survival of the fittest" forest law.

Due to the high mortality rate, S-level dungeons will only appear once a year. And it cannot be opened by a separate team, it must be joined by three fully equipped top teams.

Even so, it is still very difficult to survive in the S-level dungeon, and it is common for three teams to destroy together.

But there is no doubt that if you can survive, it will be no less than reincarnation and rebirth. What's more, it has never been impossible to directly rank among the top powerhouses.

A copy of each level will produce items corresponding to each level. S-level items are special existences produced in S-level copies.

But the props are not available in every S-level dungeon, and some dungeons will also be expressed in other forms. For example, the most precious thing in the "Dark Night Abyss" dungeon is the transformation from a human to a half-vampire, and the "Guanluoyin" dungeon is the enlightenment of top Yin and Yang eyes. But in the final analysis, these special forms also have the same status as S-level props.

Not every survivor who survives from the S-level dungeon can get an adventure. Usually, such a chosen child may only appear every three years. This is still based on the situation where there is no group annihilation.

After such levels of levels, among all the horror trainees today, only nine people hold S-level props, and almost half of these nine people are S-level, which is conceivable.

Not to mention the elderly, all the barrage in the live broadcast rooms that were onlookers at the psychiatric hospital were also blown up.

The survivors who have the ability to be selected as the horror trainee have been selected long ago, and those who have left behind are all those who have never seen the world peck at each other. Seeing this scene now, the reaction is greater than that of the trainees.

[Damn, what did I see, my god]

[Fuck! ! ! S-level props, **** it! ! ! ! 】

[I saw S-level props for the first time in my lifetime, my goodness, my grandparents, my grandparents and fellow villagers, this copy is really a treasure! 】

[Uuuuuuu, this may be the first time I have been so close to the S-level props, I must take a screenshot]

[Tears, thank the main system for fulfilling my only wish 555555 that I died before the copy]

In addition to these barrage, there are also audiences who are keenly aware of the unusual.

[Wait, that's not right. Isn't this a mediocre copy of a solo show? How could there be S-level props? ? ? 】

[Wori, the upstairs really wakes me up all of a sudden. If there are S-level props here, wouldn’t it be... (horrified face.jpg)]

[This dungeon doesn’t look like an S-level dungeon. Compared to those S-level dungeons that are besieged by natural disasters and zombies, the mental hospital can only be regarded as a congee and side dish, and I can’t feel the cruel feeling at all. 】

[Indeed, I didn’t feel the horror of this venue...The newcomers in the next-door Caiji venue didn’t know how many groups were destroyed. By comparison, only one died here. Tell me this is S-level. Hell mode? Can't believe it]

......

The barrage talked a lot.

Among the thousands of solo show venues, this is definitely the most interesting one.

This copy of the mental hospital not only has random inner ghost missions that no other personal show has, but also an S-level prop. What's more, in a dungeon, you can visit two S-level bosses, which is unmatched by other chicken venues that even the highest-level A-level does not have. It can be said to be full of sights.

Thinking about it this way, the meeting between the two big guys in a copy seems to indicate that the difficulty of this personal show copy will definitely not be low. S-level is entirely possible.

For a while, the barrage will call friends and friends, as long as the trainees of the psychiatric hospital copy, the live broadcast room will flood into a large number of people eating melons.

Outside the barrage, the trainees in the operating room blushed.

They stared frantically at the dilapidated tin box on the operating table.

That's an S-level item! S class!

If this S-level item can be obtained, not only will it have a powerful life-saving method, but the evaluation in the main system will also be greatly improved.

You know, when the main system announces the rules, it is very clear. High-level trainees can enjoy countless benefits and privileges, and even know the clues and content of the next game in advance.

Who wouldn't want it?

Someone shot without saying a word.

One trainee in the command level took a step forward, and the other, unwilling to show weakness, reached out and grabbed it. The person standing at the back looked hopeless, so he just leaned forward.

The special items in the dungeon will recognize the master, and whoever gets it first will be bound to it.

However, in the next second, a wooden staff suddenly stretched out from the side and correctly blocked the top of the iron box.

The blond son frowned, "Wait."

The crowd stared at the golden light rising from the high priest's rod, and stopped their hands with unknown expressions.

If you offend a holy child and get an S-level item, normal people will choose the latter. However, Messiah used the same items that existed as S-ranks, and for a while, everyone could not break through his defenses, so they had to stare at each other.

Zhuge secretly entered the operating room and saw this scene.

He raised his eyebrows with interest, as if he had no intention of intervening.

"Everyone, stay safe first."

After suppressing everyone, Messiah said helplessly, "Look carefully, this halo is white."

The trainees were taken aback and quickly took a closer look.

Sure enough, shrouded behind that little "S", it was indeed a clear pale. It was only because of the confusing light from the warm yellow light projected on the top of the operating table that they did not notice this for the first time.

Everyone was stunned, and stopped one after another in disbelief.

Props are rare, and the copy will also give corresponding prompts. For example, when approaching a certain range of the props, it will be displayed on the retina. If the display is golden, it is the main body of the item. If it is white, it means that this is just a clue, not a real thing.

By the way, the higher the level of special items, the more clues they have, the more difficult it is to find.

Messiah: "Just calm down, don't hurt everyone's harmony because of this prop."

The blond son moved the wooden staff a few inches underground, and pushed the iron box away with force.

"Since it is a clue, according to the rules, it should be shared together."

The rust-spotted lid was pushed aside with a "clam--", revealing the true content inside.

Everyone held their breath.

Unexpectedly, the box was empty and there was nothing.

When everyone was trying to get closer to study the clues of this S-class prop, a rush of footsteps suddenly came from outside the iron gate.

The five big and three thick nurses came in carrying a man in a hospital gown, and strapped him firmly to the wooden operating table.

The poor man who was **** was pale, with a towel in his mouth, and could only helplessly express his cry for help with his eyes.

"Isn't this the man who was detained last night?"

The trainees whispered.

Since the nurse did not leave, no one dared to act rashly.

Just as everyone was making eye contact, people came again outside the iron gate.

The visitor was wearing a white lab coat and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face, looking at the scene in the operating room interestingly.

This should be the "Doctor Chu" in the head nurse's mouth.

I don't know why, but this doctor has a very ordinary appearance, but he gives people the illusion that danger and charm coexist.

Contradictory and sharp as a tightrope.

Zong Jiu frowned.

He could feel the sight of the other party staying on him for an extra long time.

Zhuge, who had always been leaning on the wall without concern, had curbed his previous laziness and became a little more serious.

"Oh, it seems that the patients are all here."

With an uncomfortable arc hanging from the corner of the doctor's mouth, he casually swept over everyone present, and finally his gaze fell on the simple operating table in the center.

Perceiving his sight, the newcomer tied to the operating table became more frightened and struggled frantically.

"My lord, do you need to calm him down?"

The silent carer spoke.

"No need."

Dr. Chu smiled and said, "Sedatives will make life lost. Only pain can make people awake, which is more conducive to the treatment of mental illness, isn't it?"

The nurses nodded.

He turned around with satisfaction, took out the white gloves placed on the operating table, put them on slowly, and walked to the showcase.

"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk."

The man bent his finger and tapped three times in the dirty brown glass cabinet.

The shriveled head moved.

The pale eyeballs slowly rolled over and turned like a living person, revealing the horror of slow motion in the horror film.

There was a slight "hiss" sound in the quiet air.

An extremely thin black snake swam out from the open mouth of the head, spitting out a scarlet snake letter, and cleverly crawled onto the large, well-knotted hand outside, and rubbed it as if to please.

The cold reptile coiled around the cyan blood vessels, with an inexplicable beauty.

It turned out that they saw the strange movement of their heads and eyeballs because of a poisonous snake hidden inside!

All this chilling scene makes people stand upright.

The doctor touched the triangular snake head of the black snake, and then put his hand on the lamp on the operating table.

"I don't like being disturbed by others during surgery. If someone disturbs me...you know what to do."

The black snake crawled down from his hand as if he could really understand the words, hung himself upside down on the lamp tube, bent his upper body in the air, showing an attacking posture.

"Really good."

Doctor Chu smiled and praised, and took the wooden box handed over by the nurse.

"This hospital enjoys a high reputation for psychiatric treatment, has a long history and rich clinical experience. The next simple and convenient operation will release the devil in your mind and turn you back into normal people... "

[Damn, although this doctor looks abnormal, his voice is actually pretty good? ? 】

[Back upstairs, I am not the same person...]

[It’s too real, I just thought, how can such a nice voice match such an ordinary look]

[According to the various advanced copy commentary videos I watched, I suspect this is a boss]

[I am the only one still thinking about the clues of the S-level props just now, that is the S-level props! 】

I don't know if the operating room is too quiet, or the metal ice cone drawn from the wooden box is too horrible. Halfway through the explanation, Doctor Chu stopped talking uninterestingly.

"Forget it, you are all patients, and I must not understand what I'm talking about."

He shrugged, "But it doesn't matter, you don't need to understand, you just need to remember this scene."

The trainee strapped to the operating table began to tremble. Seeing this, the nurse on the side used the largest leather to fix him firmly on the operating table, and could no longer move the slightest.

Messiah shook his head without a trace to the crowd, and pointed to the lighting lamp and the caregiver beside him.

The huge bodyguards also stood by. On the lamp, a drop of venom was enough to kill everyone in the operating room, the black snake staring straight at the trainee's direction. There is no suspense, if they choose to interfere, it will launch a fatal blow.

Dr. Chu didn't care about the patient's small movements. He looked at the newcomer on the operating table as if he was looking at a disobedient child, full of tolerance.

"Soon, the devil in you will be driven away."

As soon as the voice fell, he lifted the patient's eyelids, and the slender ice cone in his hand pierced the newcomer's upper eye socket without hesitation.

Bingcone exudes a forcing chill, exerting a hemostatic effect. Although it pierced the eye socket, only negligible blood leaked out.

"Ho, ho."

The newcomer was completely tied to the operating table, unable to move half a minute, and could only bite the towel that was bleeding from his mouth.

No one gave him anesthetics. The sweat dripping from his face and the tears rushing out of his eyes are enough to explain what kind of terrifying pain this is.

The hand holding the ice cone is very stable, not only keeps it, but pushes the ice cone deeper and steadily and slowly.

Eye sockets, eye sockets, scalp...finally dazzled the end of this trip——

Gray matter and white matter located in the frontal lobe of the brain.

When the ice cone was halfway down, Dr. Chu took the measuring ruler and compared the penetration distance. Then he nodded in satisfaction and stopped continuing to advance.

"It's perfect." He admired his masterpiece with satisfaction.

The newcomer on the operating table has passed out due to the severe pain.

His eyelids were propped by the ice cone, and even if the doctor let go, the ice cone could stand firmly on his head, like a flower in bud in a vase on a display stand.

There was silence all around.

All the trainees were shocked by this cruel scene.

"Don't look at him like that. This is a genius invention who won the Nobel Prize in Medicine, friends."

Dr. Chu smiled, "As long as you have undergone treatment, your disease will be completely cured, and there is absolutely no possibility of recurrence."

He put his hand on the ice cone again, and slowly began to circle in the air.

There was a sour rubbing sound in the silent room.

Reminiscent of the ice cone long enough to pierce the brain, everyone watched the doctor's movements in horror.

The person on the operating table was clearly fainted, but the sweat on his face was getting more and more, and the muscles showed instinctive reactions under the erosion of incomparable pain.

Zong Jiu stood aside, his eyelids moved impenetrably.

Ice cone frontal lobectomy. The surgery that won the Nobel Prize in Medicine in 1949 is also the largest black history in the history of the Nobel Prize.

This operation is very simple. It only needs an ice cone, icebreaker and hammer to perform. The method of implementation is to poke the ice cone into the upper eye socket of the patient, and then stir the ice cone with bare hands to mash the gray matter and white matter of the prefrontal lobe of the brain.

The mental patients who were subjected to the operation at the time were indeed settled down, and seemed to show signs of improvement.

The sequelae of the operation are terribly frightening. People who have been operated on will become dull, like walking dead, docile and at the mercy of others. It's like the body is still there, but the soul disappears.

Because the prefrontal lobe of the brain is directly linked to human IQ. After smashing the frontal lobe, humans will have only instinctive reactions, or worse.

But this kind of badness falls in the eyes of ordinary people, but it is evidence of the cure of mental illness.

Therefore, it not only won the Nobel Prize, but also carried out an astonishing tens of thousands of cases worldwide in the early and mid-twentieth century. It was overthrown and abolished until 1970.

The operation only lasted ten minutes, as if a century had passed.

When Dr. Chu took out the ice cone glowing with cold metal and saw the blood on it and the yellow and white brain fragments, the trainees on the side could not help but vomit.

"The operation is complete. This is the ultimate treatment in this hospital."

The doctor threw the ice cone aside, "Of course... this is a waste of my energy. Unless your condition is very serious and you violate too many regulations, we generally prefer to choose electric chair therapy, which is simple and easy."

"It's still early, but I can give you a simple check."

His gaze shifted and fell accurately on the young man's straight back.

"No. 12, you come first."

Zong Jiu stepped out of the operating room and paused.