Chapter 143

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Ah this?!"

"How could this be? I thought Edward was dead!"

"I always feel that this Ping An Sanatorium is different from what I remember, but I can't tell what's wrong..."

"Help, help, what happened during this time! I really want to know!"

The moment she saw Edward, Wen Jianyan was so shocked that she almost stopped breathing.

The last time they met, the other party cut his stomach with the tip of the ax blade and died in front of his eyes. As a result, it didn't take long for this guy to appear alive and kicking in front of him again...

What the **** does this happen? !

His lip line was tight, his pupils shrunk slightly, and his shocked gaze was fixed on the blond man not far away. His mind was in chaos and he couldn't sort out any clues.

Feeling the sight from the outside, Edward, who was trapped in the glass cage, looked back.

His hair was loose and disheveled, and his beastly body was tense, with shadows filling the gully between the muscles.

"What did that snake in the white coat do to you, baby?"

The mad dog bared its sharp white teeth, its voice hovering on the verge of mania.

With a slight smile on Dr. Reese's lips, he stood aside. The white coat on his body was spotless. Compared with Edward who was not far away, he was really well-dressed, elegant and tidy. From the hair to the hems of his trousers, everything showed a modern look. The elegance and enlightenment of civilization.

He said in a gentle tone:

"Edward, be polite, this is all for your recovery, it's part of the treatment."

These words were high-sounding, as if they came from a doctor who really cared about his patients.

"—and that includes understanding changes in relationships between patients."

Dr. Reis raised his hand and put it gently on Wen Jianyan's shoulder.

The weird touch of the rubber gloves fell on the skin without hindrance, which made Wen Jianyan startled, and turned to look at Dr. Reiss who was beside him.

The other party's face was elegant and rational, and under the thin transparent lenses were a pair of cold green eyes.

For some reason, an ominous premonition slowly rose in Wen Jianyan's heart.

"You seemed surprised to see him," said Dr. Race.

Wen Jianyan pursed her lips and did not answer.

"You thought he was dead, didn't you?" The poisonous snake approached with a smile, his fingers moved up along the young man's tight shoulders, and finally landed on his lips, "Under your inducement?"

"..."

Wen Jianyan choked for breath.

At that moment, he suddenly realized something, and looked up at Edward.

Under the glass cover, Edward had completely calmed down. He was looking at the scene in front of him thoughtfully, with a little dark color hidden in his light blue eyes.

The doctor turned around casually, checked the changes in the heart rate detector, and raised his eyebrows:

"Look, there's still a change."

He pulled the long piece of white paper in front of Wen Jianyan, pointed out an obviously disordered fluctuation on it, and said with a smile on his lips, "It seems that you really like my last one. this image."

Wen Jianyan's body tensed slightly.

Dr. Reese let go of his hand, and the long white scroll fell down:

"Unfortunately, sometimes data is not everything."

He raised his hand to touch Wen Jianyan's forehead, lifted his eyelids to observe, his movements were skillful and calm, but the smile on his lips expanded a little bit: "The symptom is a typical sympathetic nervous excitement."

Sympathetic stimulation can lead to dilated pupils, sweaty skin, increased heart rate, stomach cramps, and, simply put, nervousness and fear.

"Would you be frightened when you saw his dead body?"

Dr. Reese withdrew his gaze from Edward and turned to look at Wen Jianyan.

He leaned closer, and through the thin lens, he could see the pair of cold and burning green eyes. His breathing became quickened, but his voice was always elegant and calm:

"Would you be disappointed to see him alive?"

He raised his hand, pinched the young man's chin, put his fingertips in rubber gloves on his lower lip, and watched the soft and full lips being squeezed and deformed.

Dr. Reese's voice became lighter, and there was a frightening frenzy in his low whisper:

"Do you get excited when you incite others to commit suicide?"

"..." Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Dr. Reiss from under the fine eyelashes.

He suddenly smiled, and the tension and fear just now disappeared without warning like thin snow in the sun.

Wen Jianyan said unhurriedly:

"Thank you for your spiritual profiling and treatment of me. Would you like to hear my opinion of you?"

Dr. Race narrowed his eyes, but did not answer.

"In the occupational statistics of perverted killers, no matter whether it is a doctor or a psychiatrist, the frequencies of these two occupations are among the top. Obviously, a high degree of education, a rich medical background and anti-reconnaissance knowledge are the perfect protective colors."

Wen Jianyan stared at the other party, her amber eyes were bottomless:

"You prefer to watch than to do it yourself.

You're not a killer, you're not a butcher, you don't like blood on your hands, you don't like violence, no... what makes you crazy is something else, you prefer to hide behind the scenes, being a manipulative bitch, you like Watching human beings go crazy under their own direction gives you a thrill, makes you addicted...you can't quit this addiction, can you? "

"You experiment on humans and mess with their brains."

Wen Jianyan's eyes swept towards Edward with unknown meaning, and his eyes lightly passed over the scars left by the scorched marks on the other's chest,

"Unfortunately, electrotherapy doesn't work well on big guys, does it?"

"Let me see...why did you bring me here?"

The corners of Wen Jianyan's lips curled slightly, and his eyes seemed to have terrible penetrating power, "You saw the conversation between Edward and I in the corridor, didn't you? Do you think you saw the same kind?"

"That's interesting, can a poisonous snake feel lonely?"

"Do you think you are very wise? Superior?"

Wen Jianyan smiled, the corners of his lips curled up, revealing a bright and soft smile, but the words he spit out were sharp and poisonous:

"No...you are a hypocrite, a coward, a voyeur, a erectile//obstructed person, timid, humble, eager to find the same kind, and afraid of the existence of the same kind...Do you think I am the same as you?"

The young man leaned over, looked at the man's cold green eyes, and smiled softly:

"you guessed wrong."

"..." The fake smile on Dr. Reese's face has been removed little by little without knowing it.

However, instead of looking angry, he seemed very excited.

His eyes flicked over Wen Jianyan's body that was firmly locked on the hospital bed, greedy, yearning, full of aggression and desire to attack.

"Sorry, I withdraw my last diagnosis for you."

Wen Jianyan glanced down, and suddenly laughed viciously:

"It seems that I am not the only patient with sexual inversion here, is it...doctor?"

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"...grass, grass, grass!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

"This... me, me... help, so the best way to deal with perverts is to be more perverted than him!!"

"Pinch mom... Is this strength, I'm so shocked..."

[The door opening card (difficult level props in the fantasy amusement park dungeon) has been activated]

Just hearing a "creak", the cage that imprisoned the mad dog was opened.

In the next second, everything was out of control, and the primitive and savage force invaded the neat and clean space in front of me without warning, the tabletop was overturned, and the equipment was destroyed.

Order and chaos are at war.

Wen Jianyan smiled.

The relationship between Edward and Dr. Reiss is not harmonious, not only because they are doctors and patients in the Safe Sanatorium respectively, but also because Dr. Reiss is an out-and-out **** and control freak. The therapy he practiced on Edward is definitely worse than the one on himself, and he just mentioned it in the "spiritual profile" just now, that's all.

"Click it!"

There was a crisp bone sound, and the thumb phalanx was skillfully broken and dislocated.

Wen Jianyan's brows did not move, but his face turned pale for a moment.

He pulled his wrist out of the belt loop, then untied all the bindings on his body as quickly as possible, and turned his head to look at the two who were fighting together behind him.

Across the messy equipment, Dr. Reese looked straight at it with cold and fanatical green eyes, but he couldn't get away from Edward's offensive.

Wen Jianyan bared his teeth, gave him a middle finger, and insulted him in a straight voice:

"Stupid."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and skilfully and dexterously slid into the darkness, like a fish falling into the water, it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

*

The cold mechanical sound of the system is heard next to my ears.

【Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the task: leaving the treatment room alive

Reward points: 500]

After escaping from the treatment room, Wen Jianyan activated the invisibility tool without hesitation, in order to prevent being caught up and being seen by other nurses.

He needs to leave the vicinity as quickly as possible to avoid entering the inner world again—he doesn't want to be transported to the vicinity of the treatment room when the bell rings, the inner world ends, and he returns to that beastly place.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, raised his hand, and took his thumb back to the distance with a "click", his expression twisted slightly under the pain, and he couldn't control his breath.

Grass.

It really hurts me to death.

He exchanged the gauze and painkillers, **** his wound, and then walked forward.

This is a great opportunity.

Due to the extremely limited identity card of "patient", Wen Jianyan never found a chance to see the whole picture of the dungeon, but this time, he not only broke away from Dr. Reiss' jurisdiction, but also did not have the nurses to pester and track him down. Following the circumstances and rules of this dungeon, there could never be a better time than now.

Wen Jianyan made up his mind and walked quickly towards the direction he remembered.

— On the way to be escorted, he clearly remembered passing a duty room.

Soon, he found the duty room according to his memory.

Wen Jianyan successfully dug out a set of nurse uniforms and put them on.

While slightly baggy, it still looks presentable and flawless when all the buttons are fastened.

After putting on the nurse's uniform, the identity strip tied around his wrist gradually became translucent, and the words on it also changed.

【Identify card】

Name: Wen Jianyan

Age: 24

Occupation: Signed anchor of Nightmare Live Studio

Related plot: Due to mental retardation and sexual perversion, he was sent to Ping An Special Nursing Home for inpatient treatment (Ping An Nursing Home nurse status has been obtained)

Wen Jianyan was a little surprised.

He didn't expect that although the difficulty of this dungeon is not low, the judgment on the conversion of the anchor's identity card will be so lax...

Even in the dungeon of Decai Middle School, the identity card conversion can only be completed after being approved by the NPC, but in this dungeon, a change of clothes is enough.

Wen Jianyan really didn't expect this.

He tentatively canceled the invisibility props on his body, and the nurses in uniform passed by him without squinting, completely ignoring that his current colleague was a mental patient a few minutes ago.

"..."

Wen Jianyan raised an eyebrow.

Anyway, it's convenient.

He swaggered into the nurse's room and began to rummage through it.

But in just a few minutes, he gained a lot.

Electric batons, maps, everything.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Hahahahahaha! The anchor's traditional arts are online!"

"If you can't beat it, join version 2.0 and put it into testing!"

"Actually, the copy of Ping An Sanatorium actually allows the anchor to use the uniforms of other employees as a cover. After all, if you are always a patient, there is basically no room for movement, but... alas."

"??? Don't want the Riddler in the front? Why are you sighing!"

"Just, how should I put it, opportunities and risks always coexist.

In this dungeon, only intermediate-risk and high-risk patients will create the inner world, and the scope of the inner world is limited, and these patients are basically locked up firmly in the underground floors, and are occasionally thrown into confinement due to violations of regulations. In the living room, the frequency of free activities allowed is also very low, which actually limits the contact between them and the anchors.

In short, if the anchor has been active as a patient, the number of dangerous patients encountered is not large and not intensive. Although the activity space of this identity is small, it is actually protection in a sense, but it will be different if the identity is changed. It's..."

"! So, does the role of a nurse have a wider range of activities, more tasks, and more opportunities to come into contact with high-risk patients?"

"Yes, in fact, the death rate in this copy of Ping An Sanatorium has not been very high. If you are an ordinary patient honestly and complete tasks to accumulate points, you will actually have a great chance of surviving."

"No wonder this copy has so little exploration, but the survival rate is not too low, so it's because of this!"

Wen Jianyan opened the map and quickly scanned the content on it.

The area of ​​Ping An Nursing Home is not small. The whole building presents a semi-circular shape, with the hall in the center, wards on the two wings, and four free activity rooms, which are evenly distributed in the east and west buildings—this also explains why Wen Jian Not all anchors appeared in the free activity room where Yan was located.

The facilities of the nursing home are very complete, including wards, nursing rooms, various treatment rooms, laboratories, and collective nursing rooms. There are laundry rooms, shower rooms, free activity rooms, and an open playground. There is even a chapel inside. .

Wen Jianyan's gaze slowly slipped down and landed on the bottom of the last sanatorium, frowning slightly.

—The first and second floors of the basement are also wards, but there are very few labels on them.

strangeness.

At this moment, a call came from behind.

"Hey, it's time to deliver meals to the patient." A nurse waved to Wen Jianyan: "Come here."

The taskbar is refreshed.

[Primary task released: delivering meals to patients in general wards]

[Intermediate task has been released: deliver meals to the basement ward]

[Intermediate task has been released: deliver meals to the second basement ward]

*

Treatment room.

Dr. Reiss stood in a messy room, his glasses legs were a little crooked, his white coat looked very messy, blood was splashed on his body, and there was a deep **** in his throat, as if he had been killed by someone. Some beast had torn with its teeth.

For the first time, he was stripped from beneath the surface of civilized elegance.

Dr. Reese glanced at the door not far away.

The door seemed to be knocked open from the inside by a bull, and the door panel hung on the door hinge halfway, making creaking noises.

The ground is full of messy **** footprints.

The mad dog was seriously injured, but it shouldn't take much time to recover.

Dr. Reese lowered his eyes, carelessly fiddled with a scalpel between his slender fingers. There were still traces of blood on it. The silver surface reflected his indifferent face and the huge wound on his throat that was slowly healing.

The reason why the mad dog recovered from the dying state so quickly was not due to his medical skills.

It was not a miracle that he was still alive after his throat was bitten.

In the reflection of the scalpel, one could see a thick shadow surging deep in Dr. Reese's throat, repairing the damaged tissue little by little, and the wound under the blood gradually smoothed out.

The doctor dropped the scalpel and stood up unhurriedly.

—Compared to that brainless dog, he pays great attention to his body.

As a person who is extremely sensitive to evil and spiritual power, he gradually realizes that, somewhere, he belongs to a terrifying and huge power system.

As time goes by, this feeling is becoming clearer little by little.

Dr. Reese curled his lips coldly, showing a cold and disgusted smile.

They were one, but the stupid beast apparently didn't realize it, and even cost him his real prey.

That being the case...

He walked unhurriedly towards the overturned cabinet, took out the blood-drawing equipment from it, and expertly tied it to his pale and slender forearm.

The silver needle pierced into the skin, and the blood wrapped in bright fragments and dark shadows was drawn into the needle tube little by little, viscous, weird, full of evil and madness.

Dr. Reiss raised the tube and shook it under the light, narrowing his cold green eyes slightly, and a fanatical and excited smile flitted across his lips.

Driven by the savage and primitive desire, his fingertips trembled involuntarily, and the blood all over his body boiled because of this.

A voice whispers in the ear—

Make more madmen.

More brothers, more minions, more tentacles.

It's his job to drive everything crazy.

In order to catch another poisonous snake, he did not hesitate to lay traps and nets.