Chapter 162

In the reference room.

The cold lights shone overhead, and the iron shelves full of materials stretched out neatly into the distance, and the air was filled with the smell of dust and old pages.

Wen Jianyan ran all the way in the direction of Huang Mao.

Soon, the opponent's dazzling yellow hair appeared between the gaps in the iron frame.

"Have you found the experiment records?" Wen Jian asked in a hurry.

"Yep."

Huang Mao nodded vigorously, stuffed the folder in Wen Jianyan's hand, and then pointed to the entire row of shelves in front of him, "I found it from here."

Wen Jianyan looked down at the file folder that Huang Mao handed to him.

It records a series of experiments with the treatment method of "removing the frontal brain lobe" as the main surgical method. Obviously, the patients who "voluntarily" participated in this type of experiment were all patients in the Ping An Sanatorium.

It's just that these experimental records are still limited to the scope of "normal" surgery. Although the methods are backward and cruel, they are still a product of the times in a sense, and they are still different from the "meat membranes" they saw in the laboratory before. big difference.

At this moment, Luce also ran over from not far away: "Have you found any information related to the laboratory?"

Wen Jianyan nodded: "Probably."

He pointed to the entire rack of materials in front of him: "According to the classification mode of most data rooms, the materials around here should all be related to the experimental records. I will start from here, and you will start from there, how about it? "

"good."

Luce doesn't dispute that.

There are enough people here, so Su Cheng and the other members of Lu Si's team did not come, but still scattered around, trying to find more clues, after all, this would be the most efficient.

Wen Jianyan turned her head and took the time to pat Huang Mao on the shoulder: "Good job."

Sure enough, if the core goal is to find people or explore and decrypt, there is indeed a great advantage in the dungeon with a teammate with a vision talent.

Huangmao laughed "hehe" twice, subconsciously raised his hand and stroked the back of his head, with a shy look on his face.

No matter which team he is in, his task is to "find".

Whether it is looking for the face of the mission target or looking for clues that may appear, the specific operation is the same. This is his specialty and the bargaining chip he relies on for survival. Thanks to this useful talent, he can struggle Barely survived until now.

but don't know why...

The way he looks now makes him much happier than before.

No matter which team he was in before, Huang Mao will do his best to prove that he is useful-if he is not useful, he will be left behind, and he doesn't want to die.

However, I don't know when, the reason why he uses the talent has changed.

From the fear of being left behind...

It turned into a genuine desire to help.

I always feel that my talent seems to be endowed with more value.

Huang Mao raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on Wen Jianyan's side face.

The young man in front of him lowered his eyes and lowered his head solemnly to search for something on the iron frame. His side face was half hidden in the shadow cast by the frame, and he looked extremely focused.

"..."

He couldn't help being a little dazed.

Before this dungeon, Huang Mao was still undecided due to cowardice. He didn't dare to propose to leave his current organization, but he still yearned for the unestablished guild that Wen Jianyan mentioned, but now...

Huang Mao suddenly felt that even if he wanted to offend that organization, it shouldn't matter.

This guy should be the same as before, even if his palm was cut and dripping with blood, he would drag his teammate's drowsy body to a safe place.

As if feeling Huang Mao's gaze, Wen Jianyan turned around and looked over.

"nothing to do?"

Wen Jianyan said mercilessly: "Then go look for clues elsewhere, and call me if you find it."

Huangmao: "..."

You bring back my emotion!

He nodded dejectedly, turned and walked towards the other shelves.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Hahahahahaha, laughing to death, is it an illusion? I seem to have seen a broken boy's heart."

"Stay up, Huangmao! Recognize the oppressive nature of this guy as soon as possible!"

"Blooming and in a trance, Huangmao: I'm a ruthless telescope from today on."

The rustling sound of pages being turned echoed in the dead reference room.

Wen Jianyan lowered his head and scanned the experimental materials in front of him.

Although these experimental data also do not have any date markings, they seem to be arranged in chronological order. In some experimental data with low risk and harm, the names of some patients will appear repeatedly. Very high, or a fatal experiment, the patient's name will disappear from now on, and will never appear in any subsequent data.

Most of these experiments are cruel and inhumane.

In addition to the frontal lobotomy, there were hydrotherapy, electric shocks that Wen Jianyan had almost experienced before, and some cruel methods that he had only seen in movies or books before.

There are even extreme cases such as brain transplants.

Even so, none of these experiments went beyond the realm of "real."

From the perspective of modern people, these experiments are dangerous and irresponsible, but it cannot be denied that all these methods have actually appeared in human history.

This brought Wen Jianyan an extreme sense of separation.

After all, the "meat film" he saw in the laboratory before could not be linked to "reality" at all. Compared with the cruelty created by human beings, it was more like a creature that only appeared in horror movies. In other words, apart from these, there should be more experimental records that have not been found.

Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes thoughtfully, and stuffed the materials he had just flipped through back into the shelf.

At this moment, Luce at the other end of the shelf suddenly said, "Hey, look, is this the same doctor who took you away?"

Wen Jianyan walked over and looked at the folder in the other party's hand.

On the list of doctors who performed one of the operations, there was a familiar name.

dr. a. reese

Wen Jianyan nodded: "Yes."

The same name was written on the card he stole.

Including some of the surgeries I read earlier, I also saw the signature of the other party. It seems that although Dr. Reiss looks very young, his qualifications in the Ping An Sanatorium are very old. From the end of Wen Jianyan's responsibility, At the end when Luce was in charge, the other party's name appeared.

Luce sighed: "Unfortunately, I still expect his full name to be included in these records."

As he spoke, he stuffed the folder in his hand back on the shelf.

"But think about it, if the task is so easy to complete, the difficulty will not be advanced."

Wen Jianyan nodded in agreement.

Obviously, Reese is the surname, and a is the abbreviation of the other party's name—

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan seemed to have thought of something, and was startled involuntarily, and his movements stayed in mid-air.

Speaking of which, when the system judged that every task related to the real name of a high-risk patient was completed, what he learned was the other party's "first name", not "surname".

And in all these experimental records, the first names of all patients are referred to by abbreviations, only the surnames are not abbreviated...

Wen Jianyan's eyes widened slightly.

He seemed to realize something, turned around abruptly, and searched through the experimental materials he had just turned over behind him as quickly as possible.

Edward, initial e.

Nair Lore, initials n and l.

Marth, the initial letter m.

Through these initials, and in the previous confrontation, he knew about these people—

Edward is schizophrenic and paranoid.

Nielor has multiple personalities.

Mars is antisocial and violent.

Based on these, Wen Jianyan quickly narrowed down the area in the data he had flipped through before, and selected the experimental records that were most likely related to these high-risk patients.

Looking at the densely packed and even shocking experimental materials lined up on the ground, Wen Jianyan fell silent.

Obviously, like Dr. A. Reese, these names have always been used throughout the treatment history of Ping An Sanatorium.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Vori..."

"Although there are quite a few anchors in the reference room, it's the first time I've seen someone who can sort out the experimental and surgical records of those high-risk patients in such a systematic way..."

"After all, these high-risk people are too dangerous. Basically, they are close to death after encountering them. Few people can contact them one by one like the anchor, and can get their real names out of their mouths."

"Yeah, if you don't have contact with those high-risk people, understand their symptoms, and know their real names, there is no way to find their treatment information from these vast scrolls. Even if you find the reference room, it will be useless."

"Wow, I'm already excited now! I always feel that the anchor is not far from the main thread! I'm looking forward to it! [Reward points 100]"

Luce leaned his head over and stared at Wen Jianyan's cases lined up on the floor, with a look of astonishment on his face.

"This... is this too much?"

Wen Jianyan nodded silently.

He scanned through the cases, each of which represented an experiment in the name of "treatment", each of which was extremely cruel, even if the person who entered the Ping An Sanatorium was a normal person, after going through such After a lot of "treatment", it is estimated that it will be almost crazy.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, bent his knuckles and tapped his knees that were bent because of half-squatting, showing a thoughtful expression.

At this moment, Su Cheng's call came from a distance: "There is something here that I think you should take a look at!"

Wen Jianyan was startled, and exchanged a glance with Lu Si, then stood up at the same time, and walked towards the direction of Su Cheng's voice.

The shelf where Su Cheng is located is at the innermost side of the entire reference room.

He looked at the two people walking towards him, pointed to the shelf in front of him, and said, "Take a look at this."

Luce randomly took out a book from the shelf, flipped through it, with a look of surprise on his face:

"This is…"

Su Cheng nodded: "That's right, these are all exorcism records."

He scratched his hair, with a hesitant look on his face: "How to say, I don't know what these represent, but I always feel that these things are incompatible with this place. You may find some clues if you look at it... probably .”

Wen Jianyan raised his eyes, looked at the shelf in front of him, and said:

"It's not entirely out of place."

"What do you mean?" Luce turned his head and looked over.

"The Peaceful Nursing Home we're in right now has a lot to do with Catholicism, doesn't it?"

Whether it is the architectural style of the sanatorium, the very obvious cross in the building, or the aversion shown by the nurses to the disease of "sexual inversion", it can be seen that the overall atmosphere of this safe sanatorium is in line with the Catholicism of the last century. The correlation is strong.

"For a long time, people believed that the essence of mental illness was demonic possession, so it was natural to perform an exorcism on the patient..."

In that era dominated by both theology and medicine, human beings were still in a state of confusion about the brain, and medical surgery and theological exorcism often went hand in hand.

The two methods seem to be contradictory, but they are indeed at the same time node. Su Cheng nodded in frustration: "I see."

Soon, a group of people searched the entire data room. Since there is no timeline, it is difficult to sort out most of the valuable information. It is like broken beads scattered all over the place, and it is difficult to find a suitable logical chain. Putting them all together, several vague guesses appeared in Wen Jianyan's mind, but most of these guesses did not have enough reliable basis, and there was no way to fully explain all the doubts clearly.

He pondered for a few seconds and said, "Let's go, let's go to the dean's room."

Several people left the reference room and came to the dean's room.

As imagined, there was no one in the dean's room.

There are desks and bookcases in the huge room, half of which are books related to the treatment of mental illness, and half of which are books related to theology, and this big cross is hung on the wall.

Obviously, the dean of Ping'an Sanatorium is also a very religious and devout person.

Wen Jianyan and Lu Si activated the [Guiding Hand] respectively. Under the guidance of the props, he found a secret compartment from the bookcase. The secret compartment opened, and a cross appeared in front of him.

And Luce found a Bible in a desk drawer.

They are all ordinary level hidden props, they cannot be brought into the next dungeon as props, they can only improve the degree of exploration and collection. Nothing worth sharing.

"..."

The two looked at each other.

None of them expected that the dean's room, which should be the core of the entire Ping An Sanatorium, didn't even have a difficult item in it, and they were blind to the serious discussion they had just had about "how to allocate items".

"Something is better than nothing."

Wen Jianyan shrugged and put the cross into his pocket.

Luce smiled bitterly: "Yes."

At this moment, the familiar bell rang again: "Dang-dang-dang-"

Clear and long, echoing in everyone's ears.

Even though they haven't left this floor yet, everyone involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing their tense nerves a little.

In any case, the sound of the bell means the alternation of the inner world and the outer world.

Although this does not mean that there will be no new dangers in the watch world, but at least it means that they don't have to worry about being dragged into the mental world of a high-risk patient at any time.

"call…"

Luce let out a long sigh of relief, turned to look at Wen Jianyan: "Great, this should mean that we can leave—"

The next words were stuck in his throat.

The young man in front of him suddenly gasped, as if he had been struck by lightning, and stood there blankly, his amber eyes widened slightly, and he looked a little dazed.

"Hey," Su Cheng on the side also noticed Wen Jianyan's strangeness, he frowned, raised his hand and shook in front of his eyes: "What's wrong?"

Wen Jianyan suddenly came back to his senses as if he had been called back by his voice.

He suddenly looked at Su Cheng in front of him: "I see!"

Su Cheng: "???"

ah?

What do you know?

"I know why the dean's room doesn't even have a difficult item." Wen Jianyan's eyes lit up, and he continued in one breath, "We always thought this was the core of the entire dungeon. After all, there is a dean here." room and reference room, logically speaking, this should be the place closest to the core secret of the entire dungeon, right?"

"...Yes, yes." Several people looked at each other and nodded.

Of course.

For dungeons such as hospitals and mental hospitals, the exploration value of different areas is completely different. The area that can only be accessed by high-level personnel such as the dean's office reference room must be the most precious and has the highest exploration value. The most core area in the copy.

Wen Jianyan thought so too at first.

After all, he had just experienced the dungeon of Fantasy Amusement Park. In that dungeon, the director's room was a passage connecting the two worlds, and the director's rules were also the most critical part of the core secret of the whole dungeon.

However, this is exactly the opposite of Ping An Nursing Home.

Wen Jianyan pointed to the sky: "We all know that the ringing of the bell marks the alternation of the inner and outer worlds, but have you ever wondered where the bell comes from?"

Several people were stunned.

The bell has always existed since entering this dungeon, and they have always regarded it as a part of the dungeon mechanism, like the bell for class and get out of class, but never thought deeply about the question Wen Jianyan just raised.

...where did it come from?

Before everyone started thinking, Wen Jianyan turned to look at Lu Si:

"I remember you told me before that people who died in the inner world will also die in the outer world, and the nurses will transport their bodies to the atrium."

"Do you remember what's in the atrium?"

Like Wen Jianyan just now, Su Cheng took a sharp breath: "The small church!"

On the map, the entire Ping An Sanatorium is in a semi-circular shape. The two buildings on the east and west sides surround the atrium like wings—and in the atrium, there is a chapel.

"Where does the bell come from!" he cried.

Wen Jianyan snapped his fingers and winked at him approvingly:

"bingo."

As an atheist without belief, they could easily overlook the strong religious atmosphere that filled every detail in the copy of Ping An Sanatorium.

There are no props above the normal level in the dean's room, and the reference room lacks key clues.

There is an explanation for all this.

That is to say, the most core element in this dungeon is not the usual "human experiment", so the place closest to the core of the dungeon is not here.

And in the atrium.

chapel.

"That's where we're going next." Wen Jianyan said solemnly.