Chapter 157

While Wen Jianyan was heading to the treatment room, Su Chenglusi and the others were exploring the depths of the corridor.

The corridor is very dark, as if you can't see the end at a glance, it is as dark as a tomb, throwing a stone into it will not fall into place.

Several people stepped more cautiously and walked towards the depths of the corridor.

As Wen Jianyan guessed, the treatment room is located at the front end of the corridor on the west side. It occupies a small area and can be walked quickly.

And beyond that, there is a bottomless unknown area.

After walking forward for a while, a tightly closed iron door appeared in the vague darkness ahead.

Several people looked at each other and walked forward quietly.

The iron door was tightly locked, and there was an iron nameplate on the wall next to it, but it was not known whether it was deliberate or not.

Most importantly, it doesn't appear on the map.

It is difficult to explain the problem at this point.

Su Cheng tried to push the iron door.

The iron gate was locked tightly, standing motionless in the darkness.

Although he had already guessed the result, Su Cheng couldn't help but sighed.

To be honest, it would be great if Wen Jianyan was here at this time.

A small iron wire was deftly pried and twisted in his hand, so simple and easy, all the locked doors were useless in front of him.

Although he was really taken aback when he first saw him, Su Cheng had to admit that there was Wen Jianyan in the team, which would make many things easier.

Luce came up from behind and said, "Let me do it."

He can also be regarded as a senior anchor who has experienced many dungeons, and there will always be some related props in his backpack.

Luce took out the liquid in the small bottle from his backpack, aligned the thin nozzle with the keyhole, and poured it carefully.

Accompanied by the sound of "sizzling" being corroded, a small piece of metal around it began to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye, and within less than a minute, the lock cylinder was successfully corroded.

"Okay." Luce said, putting away the props in his hand.

In front of everyone, the heavy iron door slowly opened a gap, and a thicker darkness escaped from it.

Several people took a deep breath and carefully pushed open the iron door.

A thick, rotten smell rushed towards the face. The smell was very complex, mixed with dust, blood, and damp, and the smell of formalin could still be vaguely recognized.

Although they have experienced many dungeons, but suddenly faced with such an impactful smell, everyone's expressions could not help but twist for a moment.

With a soft "pop", the flashlight exchanged from the system store started to work.

A faint beam of light barely penetrated the darkness, illuminating the way ahead for them.

It looks like it has been abandoned for a long time, the walls are faded, covered with dirty water stains, the ground is covered with dust, glass shards and equipment fragments are trampled under the feet, making creaking noises.

The layout inside looks very complicated, the dark halls are connected by corridors, leading endlessly to the depths.

Holding the flashlight, Huangmao cautiously came to the side of the door. With the dim light of the flashlight, he struggled to distinguish the signs on the wall:

"What what...s...u?"

In the dead silence, the sound of liquid dripping could be faintly heard in the darkness.

Su Cheng purchased [Guiding Hand] and activated it.

The red arrow jumped in the air, pointing towards the darkness.

Obviously, there should be hidden props ahead.

All areas related to hidden props will increase in difficulty to varying degrees.

Several people became more cautious.

"Let's go, let's go in and have a look." Su Cheng said in a low voice.

The others nodded and walked forward cautiously.

The sound of deliberately light footsteps echoed in the huge space, and they walked slowly towards the depths of the darkness.

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There was a dead silence in the treatment room.

Unknowingly, the distance between the two became extremely close.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"?"

"???"

"This, this, this? The direction of this dungeon?!"

"Why does Dr. Reese seem to know the strange behavior of several other high-risk patients, and may even be involved in it?"

"And don't you think that his words are very strange..."

"Yes, 'we', as if there is some unknown connection between them... There is a strange sense of unity."

The wound has been properly bandaged, so this gesture has evolved into a hug in a grand manner.

The loose nurse uniform was pulled up, revealing a small half of the waist, and was easily held in the man's palm. The cold palm, like a cold-blooded animal, was tightly attached to the warm and firm skin of a human being, grabbing greedily. The temperature of the opponent's body.

Wen Jianyan's back was straight, almost to the point of stiffness.

He lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast deep shadows on his pale face, covering the expression under his eyes. There was no obvious expression on his face, and the corners of his lips were straightened, drawing a bloodless line. Dr. Reese lowered his head silently, touching the side of the other party's neck with the tip of his cold nose.

Under the lens, in the depths of those green pupils that almost glowed weirdly golden, a dark fire that is getting more and more intense is shining.

He further retracted his arms, making the already too close distance even more inseparable, his breath intertwined—

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan raised his hand and put it on the opponent's shoulder.

He raised his eyes, revealing those amber eyes like ancient wells, suddenly smiled, and asked naturally: "Doctor, what are you talking about?"

"..."

Dr. Reese paused and looked towards the other party.

The voice of the young man was so calm and calm, it seemed that he was not affected by what the other party just said, even to the point of being calm.

"Are you unwell?"

Wen Jianyan leaned back a little to distance himself: "Or is it too tiring from work?"

Floating, two sentences that seem familiar.

It was the two questions that Dr. Reiss asked Wen Jianyan when he was holding the cart at the elevator entrance.

Now being said out of his mouth, no matter how sincere the tone is, there is a hint of mockery and irony.

"You are an important doctor in our Ping An Sanatorium." A smile flickered on the young man's lips, and he looked at each other calmly. "Even if it is for other patients in our hospital, please take care of yourself."

"..."

The moment his voice fell, the air in the treatment room was dead silent.

Lines of sight that do not show emotion are intertwined in the air, dark green and amber are facing each other, time seems to have stopped passing, every second is stretched to the limit, the air is heavy and sticky, as if it is tightly pressed against the chest of a person up, completely breathless.

"Ah."

Dr. Reese suddenly smiled.

He unhurriedly withdrew his hand, straightened his body, took two steps back slowly, opened the distance between him and the other party, and said: "I don't feel any discomfort, thank you for your concern, I will pay attention."

Wen Jianyan raised his hand and straightened his clothes that had been messed up by the contact just now.

He unhurriedly fastened the buttons one by one. His pale skin and bandages that were oozing a little blood were covered by the protective uniform. Except for a little dried blood stained on the collar, he looked dead. It's no different from just now.

The young man smiled slightly and stood up from the iron bed.

"No, I should thank you for helping me treat the wound."

"Since there's nothing else to do, then I'll leave." Wen Jianyan shrugged lightly, "After all, those tasks will never be done by themselves, will they?"

"nature."

Dr. Race nodded calmly.

He was leaning against the table, the white coat on his body was still spotless, except for a little wrinkle left at the hem of the clothes, it was completely impossible to see how ambiguous he had just done to his patient.

The cold lenses rest on the high bridge of the nose, blocking the snake-like green eyes below.

He stared closely at the young man's back until the door opened and closed, swallowing the other man's relaxed and natural figure, and disappeared from his sight.

"Patter."

The door of the treatment room closed behind him with a crisp sound.

At that moment, Wen Jianyan's knees softened for a moment.

The composure just now melted away like thin snow, leaving only the paleness and weakness like the rest of his life. Light sweat oozes from his forehead, and the black hair is wet and stuck to his cheeks, making him look even more radiant. Kind of fragile.

Leaning his back against the wall, he inhaled and exhaled deeply.

What Dr. Race had just done had really frightened him.

After realizing that the other party could see through his own identity without being restricted by the identity card in the instance, Wen Jianyan's mind went blank at that moment, and he almost forgot how to breathe.

In those few seconds, all the worst possible outcomes raced through my mind one by one.

In the worst case, Dr. Reese found out that he was a mental patient pretending to be a nurse, tied him to the iron bed again, and continued to complete what he hadn't finished last time.

Wen Jianyan could hardly bear the instinctive impulse of his body, activated the props and ran away.

However, soon, as the other party asked the "question", Wen Jianyan calmed down instantly, the sudden panic was suppressed, and sobriety and reason regained the upper hand.

Obviously, the other party recognized his identity from the first time he saw himself in the nurse's uniform, but Dr. Reese didn't call the nurse to expose his identity, was it because he "loved" himself? ?

No way.

Although Wen Jianyan has not yet found the reason why high-risk patients are collectively interested in him, but one thing he can be sure of is that these so-called "favorites" will never be expressed in a way that any normal human being can accept.

These "loves", which are close to special care, endowed him with certain powers in this copy for him. Using this power, Wen Jianyan can manipulate the emotions of these high-risk patients and play them into applause. So as to obtain a certain degree of respite.

However, once he indulges in these "given" powers, it means being tamed, alienated, and transformed.

People who are threatened by life will always have an uncontrollable desire to obey and attach to the intimidator. This is the instinct of self-preservation evolved by human beings-fall in love with your ruler, so that you can survive.

Captive complex.

It's called Stockholm Syndrome.

In a nearly completely enclosed, oppressive, and struggling environment like the "Nightmare Live Streaming Room", there are dungeons one after another, endless live broadcasts, an inescapable abyss...

In such an environment, human beings are most likely to be captured by these instinctive emotions.

It's a pity that Wen Jianyan is an overly sober egoist.

He knows these terms too well, he knows how the human brain works, he will not be domesticated.

These so-called "emotions" are all castles in the air, sharp knives for killing people, and in this world full of madness and killing, the only one they can rely on is themselves.

When Dr. Reiss asked about his "choice", Wen Jianyan could hardly hold back his laughter. Which do you like better?

It's ridiculous.

Each of you is an enemy.

As long as I have the chance, I will kill you all one by one without hesitation.

Therefore, Wen Jianyan also understands very clearly that these "love" from high-risk patients are distorted, alienated, and crazy existences.

If he had been Dr. Race—

A psychopath and sadist.

He will catch the other party without hesitation, tie them up, and abolish all the ways the other party leaves, which can be hands and feet, or the frontal lobe of the brain, so that the other party does not accept his "love" to the greatest extent.

Dr. Race didn't do it, not because he didn't want to.

It's that he can't.

After realizing this, many details were connected together, and Wen Jianyan suddenly became enlightened.

Even if the opponent can surpass the restriction of the dungeon and realize the change of his identity card, in any case, Dr. Reiss is always a "duplicate npc". As long as he can't get rid of this identity, the opponent's actions will be restricted by the dungeon rules.

His initial thoughts were not wrong.

The "identity card" is an undoubted protection in front of the npc, no matter whether the npc is strong enough to have consciousness or not.

Therefore, as long as Wen Jianyan doesn't take the initiative to break the rules, the other party can't do anything to him.

Wen Jianyan leaned against the wall, let out a long breath, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face.

I understand this intellectually, but...

The psychological pressure is still great!

I just don't know how Su Cheng and the others are exploring...

Thinking of this in her heart, Wen Jianyan straightened up, turned her head and looked into the depths of the corridor.

He frowned.

The reason why I had patiently dealt with Dr. Reiss for so long just now, to cooperate with the other party's topic, and the long time for taking the medicine, was to allow enough time to explore there.

Wen Jianyan clicked on the live broadcast interface and glanced at the time.

It was almost approaching the time they agreed on before, but there were no figures of those people in the corridor.

Wen Jianyan turned her head and glanced at the door of the treatment room beside her.

There was a dead silence inside the door, and Dr. Reese seemed to have no intention of catching up.

He took a deep breath, made up his mind, walked lightly, and walked carefully into the depths of the corridor.

Soon, he came to the iron gate.

The door was ajar, the keyhole corroded.

Wen Jianyan touched it through the cloth—it was still slightly warm.

It seemed that a few of them should have walked through this door, and it shouldn't have been long since they entered.

Wen Jianyan pushed open the door carefully, and walked in sideways without a sound.

He exchanged the flashlight and looked around the entire space.

Obviously, this should be some kind of abandoned operating room... or research room.

Dusty iron beds were scattered in the darkness, covered with brown marks, like long-dried blood, all kinds of old instruments, cold metal utensils, crumpled paper, All scattered on the ground in a mess, reflecting dimly under the illumination of the flashlight.

The light of the flashlight skimmed the ground.

There are new footprints on the dusty ground.

Wen Jianyan randomly picked up a ball of paper and opened it, looking up with the light of the flashlight.

Most of the above are some strange symbols and numbers, which are confusing.

Holding the flashlight, he continued walking forward.

The temperature around him seemed to be dropping, and the cold air penetrated through the thin protective uniform, piercing the skin with a dull pain.

The humidity in the air increased, and the further you walked, the closer and clearer the vague sound of water droplets.

In the second hall, there were many shelves lying crookedly, and there were many jars filled with cloudy yellow liquid, most of which contained human brains, which were soaked into a disgusting gray-white color. Ups and downs, there are also a few other organs: deformed babies, eyeballs, heart, kidneys...

Tick, tick.

There was the sound of water dripping in the darkness.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Hiss...the host really found this place."

"It's not hard to find here, at most, it's not on the map, but the gate is not hidden. There should be many anchors who have discovered this laboratory, right?"

"It's really not hard to find... But, how should I put it, it's easy to find here, but it's difficult to get out alive."

Wen Jianyan felt a strong sense of insecurity.

I can only hear my own footsteps, breathing, and heartbeat in my ears. Apart from that, I can't hear or see anything.

The range of vision is narrow and limited, and the flashlight can't completely dispel the darkness. It always makes people have a weird feeling of being watched by something from a distant corner.

The translucent jars were illuminated by flashlights, and then quickly darkened.

The deformed, whitish limbs floated up and down in the liquid, and the surface of the dirty glass jar covered with dust reflected his lonely figure.

Soon, the road came to an end. A huge iron gate blocked the way again.

The light from the flashlight illuminated the lock.

There are also traces of corrosion in the keyhole, but it looks different from the previous door. There is only a gap left in the door that cannot be pushed open completely. It seems to be stuck by something, and the traces around it are too scattered...

He turned his wrist, and the light of the flashlight fell downward.

On the ground near the iron gate, one could see a thin-mouthed bottle that had been overturned on the ground. Corrosive liquid seeped out of it and flowed on the ground, making a sizzling sound.

Wen Jianyan bent down, covered her fingers with the corner of her clothes, and picked up the bottle.

He swayed.

There is still a little liquid left in it that has not been used up.

...Accident?

Or encountered some unexpected situation?

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, looking at the bottle in her hand thoughtfully.

At this moment, there was a "whoosh" sound from behind, as if something was heading straight for the back of his head!

Ever since he walked in here, Wen Jianyan has been maintaining a high degree of vigilance. His pupils shrank, and he subconsciously made a sudden short body, barely avoiding the side.

There was a loud bang of "dang", as if something had knocked on the iron door, making a hollow sound.

Wen Jianyan moved quickly, his well-trained body was flexible and strong, he turned around with the opportunity—

He sucked in a breath, and controlled his wrist with all his strength, so as not to spill the liquid in his hand.

The light of the flashlight flickered, flashing through the darkness, illuminating the faces of the attackers.

It's Luce.

His face was pale and distorted, his eyes were full of fear, and there was a bit of strange ferocity, his pupils were dilated, and he was holding a wooden stick in his **** palm, waving it frantically in the air.

Muttering words in his mouth, muttering, repeating a few words over and over again:

"Don't come, don't come, don't, don't, don't come!"

While avoiding the opponent's attack in a thrilling manner, Wen Jianyan tried to wake up the opponent's mind:

"Hey, wake up, it's me!"

Luce didn't seem to react, but kept waving the wooden stick in his hand.

Wen Jianyan was forced to retreat steadily.

It can't go on like this.

He gritted his teeth, and retreated strategically to one of the heavy shelves. The moment the opponent staggered towards him, Wen Jianyan dexterously turned around, and then slammed his shoulder against the shelf—

The iron frame swayed and pressed down on Luce.

Numerous jars containing various limbs rolled down, accompanied by a loud noise, firmly crushing Luce to the ground.

Even so, Luce was still kicking his legs non-stop, whimpering like a beast: "Don't come here, don't come here! Don't come here!"

Wen Jianyan looked solemn.

He didn't know what Luce saw to become so crazy.

However, in order not to let the other party continue to threaten him or others, he stepped forward and kicked the wooden stick out of the other party's hand.

The stick gurgled and rolled into the darkness.

Hit something and stopped.

Wen Jianyan was startled, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice.

Something is lying on the ground.

A pitch-black mass, curled up in the dust, seemed to be shaking intermittently.

Wen Jianyan had an ominous premonition.

He circled cautiously, approached from the side, and shone with a flashlight.

yes…

One of Luce's team.

He was half-lying on the ground, panting heavily, his wrists up and down rapidly in his trousers, his face was pale and distorted, with a pained expression, and the same madness and laxity in his eyes.

...compulsive masturbation//wanking.

Wen Jianyan's expression became more serious.

If Luce's symptoms can be explained by some kind of stimulation, then this one can't be explained by fear, unless...

Wen Jianyan suddenly thought of something, and his pupils shrank slightly.

He turned around and walked to Luce who was pinned under the shelf as fast as he could, grabbed one of the other's wrists, and shone a flashlight on him.

Under the shaky weak light, the characters were clearly visible on the other party's translucent bracelet.

【No. 089 Persecution Paranoia】

The other party's gradually sharp screams echoed in his ears.

"Don't come here! Don't come here! Don't come here!!"

Wen Jianyan clenched her teeth.

Oops.

Looks like... this lab will make every "patient" symptom come true.