Chapter 21

Wen Jianyan returned to that transparent room again.

Surrounded by strong light, countless large and small cameras, like prying eyes.

[The live broadcast of the next chapter will start in five minutes]

It was the familiar voice again, the familiar countdown.

Wen Jianyan thought he would be more used to it, but he still felt trembling when he saw this weird scene.

no progress at all...

He sighed, suppressed the ups and downs in his heart, lowered his head and opened his live broadcast interface.

There are two props in the backpack.

[Xiaojie's teeth (difficult-level props in the copy of Decai Middle School) Effect: Summon Xiaojie's hair, resist damage for one minute]

[Mr. Mirror (an epic prop in the copy of Decai Middle School): Effect:? 】

According to the information Wen Jianyan collected during this period, the props above the difficulty level collected from the dungeon can be brought out and traded, and can be used even in the next dungeon—if it wasn’t for Decai Middle School’s Closed, the props in the transaction are too conspicuous, Wen Jianyan has already sold them.

The apple seedlings above the backpack are lush.

【Apple seedling: LV1】

(Destroying the Flower of Illusion: Developing)

(Fruit of Lies: Developing)

Wen Jianyan looked at the points balance in his account.

Well, yes, quite ample.

As long as these points can be brought in, he won't be as embarrassed as last time this time, and maybe he can comfortably...

Before Wen Jianyan could finish his thoughts, the lively voice of the little assistant sounded in his ears again:

"The amount of points that E-level anchors can bring into the dungeon is: 1000 points, please save money and work hard to survive!"

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Well, in terms of conversion, it can only be exchanged for ten minutes of survival time.

What are you afraid of? !

The fist hardened.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "What if the anchor is upgraded?"

The little assistant replied with a formulaic voice: "After the anchor upgrades, although the difficulty of the dungeon will increase, the amount of points that can be brought into the dungeon will also increase accordingly!"

"Small reminder, only the points calculated by the number of viewers can upgrade the anchor level, and the points obtained from rewards and completing tasks will not work in this respect!"

"..."

It is really comprehensive, and there is no possibility of exploiting loopholes.

You guys are really good at business.

Outside the transparent wall, countless small grid rooms hang empty, and the anchors locked in them have different postures. Some anchors lean on the cubicle with a calm expression and close their eyes to rest, and some look at their live broadcast like Wen Jianyan. In the interface, some anchors looked terrified and dazed, slapped the grid vigorously, and screamed silently.

It's like a comedy of absurdities shrunk down to the size of a cube.

A blood-red countdown floated on the wall.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

[Welcome to the Nightmare live broadcast room, the next live broadcast will start soon. 】

An emotional female voice sounded:

[Our aim is - entertainment to death! 】

*

Something is shaking.

A dull vibration came from the side, like the creaking sound of a tire running over pebbles.

Wen Jianyan frowned and opened his eyes.

He found himself sitting on an old bus, with a dizzying smell of motor oil floating in the air, the seats and blackout curtains were dirty, the light was dim, and he could vaguely see other seats not far away people.

"are you OK?"

A concerned female voice came from the side.

Wen Jianyan turned her head and saw a girl in a blue and white skirt with short hair sitting beside her, looking at her with concern:

"Is it motion sickness?"

"Yeah, a little bit."

Wen Jianyan nodded, supported his head slightly in cooperation, and showed a slightly pale and weak smile.

As he spoke, he raised his eyes and scanned the interior of the bus without any trace.

The entire bus was half full, and there should be less than twenty people.

It is impossible for so many people to be streamers, it should be that NPCs and streamers are mixed together.

Some anchors can be easily recognized, for example, their clothes are too abrupt and fashionable, or their expressions are really different—either they are too nervous or panic, or they are too calm and calm.

But there are also some people who can hardly tell whether it is the anchor or the NPC from the outside.

Just like Wen Jianyan.

The clothes he wore in the instance this time were ordinary black trousers and a white shirt, classic and timeless, and it was difficult to determine which camp he was from based on what he wore.

After looking around for a week, Wen Jianyan quickly found Su Cheng who entered the dungeon with him.

The other party was sitting by the window at the moment, with his back to him, as if he was looking out the window.

After confirming the other party's location, Wen Jianyan looked away and touched his bulging pocket - something cold and heavy was touched by his fingertips, like a mobile phone.

He took out his phone and glanced at it.

It's okay, smart machine.

The battery is full, but there is no signal.

The screen of the phone can be unlocked with his fingerprint. After unlocking, a message pops up on the screen immediately:

【Identify card】

Name: Zhao Chengyi

Age: 23

Occupation: Intern Nurse in Fukang Private General Hospital

Related plot: not yet unlocked

[The initial survival time is being allocated...]

"Hold on, we should be there soon."

The girl obviously misunderstood his intention of taking out his mobile phone. She fanned Wen Jianyan with her hand, and comforted her: "I never thought that Fukang Hospital is so far away from the city... Sigh, but we trainee nurses There is no choice, what can I do?"

Wen Jianyan turned to look at the female NPC beside him, and smiled at her:

"Thanks, I'm better."

Under the other party's focused gaze, the girl's cheeks were slightly red, and she looked away slightly: "No, it's okay, we are all classmates."

Wen Jianyan leaned slightly closer, with a bigger smile on his lips: "Since it's still a while before we arrive at the hospital, why don't we chat."

With the start of the broadcast, the [Integrity First] live broadcast room became active.

"Oh oh oh! The dog liar is showing off his charm again!"

"Damn it, why wasn't I the one who was told by my wife? I really want to be the one who was approached!"

"Hahahahahaha, am I the only one who noticed? This time the anchor is an intern nurse, so it will be difficult for him to pretend to be an intern this time around!"

"That's right, I have to suspect that the live broadcast room deliberately let him enter this dungeon to avenge the last time."

"Nice job!"

"Compared to watching the anchor pass the test in style, I want to see him overturn hahahahaha!"

Soon, the body of the bus shook slightly, and the speed gradually slowed down until it finally stopped.

With the hoarse and harsh sound of the handbrake, the car body wobbled to a stop.

The driver at the front turned his head, his face looked extremely stiff under the light, and a pair of cloudy eyes stared fixedly at everyone in the bus:

"Fukang Hospital is here, everyone, get out of the car."

The NPCs and anchors in the front row were the first to stand up and leave the bus one after another.

Through the dusty bus window, Wen Jianyan looked out.

It was already getting late, and the surroundings were dark and silent. Looking around, except for a crooked dirt road, the surrounding area was almost deserted, and the lights on the bus became the only light source in the darkness.

A small hospital stands in front of it. The old-fashioned building looks very old. The white walls are peeling off, revealing the earthy black walls. The external signs also look mottled and blurred, but they are enough for Wen Jianyan to distinguish. The above text—

【Fukang Private General Hospital】

It was dark all around, which also made the old hospital in front of me look particularly gloomy.

Just as everyone got out of the car one after another, suddenly, someone violently jumped up. He turned and rushed in the direction of the driver, staring at him with a pair of bloodshot and crazy eyes, tightly grasping the driver's arm with his pale fingers, Under the obstruction of the other party, he still stretched towards the steering wheel without giving up:

"No, no, no, no... I, I don't want to go in!"

He seemed to be talking nonsense because of being overly nervous: "Please, drive, I, I, I don't want to get out of the car! I don't want to get out of the car!"

Judging from his rivet pants and fashionable cockscomb hair, this person should be a streamer, and he should be a novice streamer entering the dungeon for the first time.

Many anchors are no strangers to this, and they just glanced at it and got off the car.

Several NPCs came forward with concern, comforting and persuading, as if they really thought that the other party had such an exaggerated reaction just because they were not used to the internship life.

The driver was even more impatient: "Hurry up, hurry up, get out of the car quickly, don't waste my time, I will be responsible for putting you down, and don't care about the rest."

Finally, the struggling rookie anchor got out of the car.

The bus bumped away behind everyone, leaving only a trail of kicked up dust.

He huddled alone at the end of the line, with a pale face drooping, mumbling something in his mouth, looking terrified and scared.

Soon, a woman in a nurse uniform came out of the hospital.

She has a thin figure, with deep lines and deep grooves on her face, she is about fifty years old, her eyes are mean and cold, and there is a nameplate pinned to her clothes.

Xue Mingyan is the head nurse of Fukang Hospital.

"Why did you arrive so late?" She raised her thin, shriveled eyelids, glanced at the loose people in front of her with cold eyes, and frowned in disgust: "Hurry up, go change your clothes, there are not enough people, if you come again To waste time, believe it or not, I will make a note in your practice manual?"

Xue Mingyan waved her hand as if chasing flies, and pointed them in a direction: "It's on the first floor, go quickly!"

*

In the dressing room, nurse uniforms that fit the body shape have been prepared.

Wen Jianyan pulled the curtain, then reached out and took out the phone from his pocket. The last line of the text message was still:

[The initial survival time is being allocated...]

It seems that only when the plot is officially triggered, like the last time he met Xu Yuan in the dormitory, can the initial survival time be assigned to his own account.

This at least shows that during this period of time, the anchor should still be safe.

At this moment, Xue Mingyan's impatient voice came from outside the door:

"are you done?"

Wen Jianyan came back to his senses: "Here we come."

While answering loudly, he lowered his head and quickly unbuttoned his shirt. The collar of his shirt was loosely open, revealing his slender collarbone. Graceful muscle lines are faintly visible.

The sudden benefits caused an explosion in the live broadcast room, and all the audience became excited.

"I didn't expect that, this dog liar is really in good shape."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly

"My figure is so beautiful, is there still a bed warmer in the host's house? I can start working today [reward points 50]"

"Hurry up, keep going, this is what our paying viewers should watch! [Reward points 100]"

Wen Jianyan knew nothing about the movements in his live broadcast room.

He changed the clothes on himself as quickly as possible, and the blue nurse's uniform assigned by the hospital was quickly pulled off, completely covering the young man's beautiful body line, strong chest, narrow waist, dazzling white skin, It was all gone in the blink of an eye.

There was wailing in the barrage.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh why the host changes clothes so fast, I haven't watched it enough yet!"

"Take it off again, the child really hasn't seen enough!"

"Whenever the anchor can change the direction of the live broadcast, it will be great. Be a good-looking anchor, I will definitely buy it!"

Wen Jianyan put the phone in his pocket, opened the curtain and walked out.

The nurse's station of Fukang Private General Hospital is not very large. The dirty walls are white and green, and there are a few old tables, chairs and cabinets. After being squeezed in by more than a dozen intern nurses, it looks a bit crowded.

A wall clock hung on the wall, and the hands moved slowly, making a ticking sound.

—It looks like it will be ten o'clock in the evening in ten minutes.

Su Cheng stood not far from Wen Jianyan, but the two of them never said hello from the beginning to the end.

Before entering the dungeon, Wen Jianyan told him to try not to reveal the fact that they are familiar with each other in the dungeon, otherwise it is very likely that people will quickly find out their identity and identity like Kong Shixing in the previous dungeon. Teammates, strategize for their actions.

After all, with Wen Jianyan now carrying the hatred of several people, besides ghosts, he also needs to beware of other anchors at all times.

"correct…"

The girl who had struck up a conversation with Wen Jianyan on the bus came over and asked with concern:

"How are you feeling now? Still dizzy?"

When we were in the car earlier, Wen Jianyan had already obtained a lot of information.

This girl is called Cheng Mei, and she is in the same class as her ID card, and is also an intern nurse at Fukang Hospital.

She is a local. Although she has never been to the suburb where the hospital is located, she has vaguely heard rumors about Fukang Hospital.

It is said that this place is a bit evil. Many strange things have happened in the hospital, and the death rate is too high. As a result, there are few patients here. Few people are willing to come to Fukang Hospital to see a doctor. Suddenly want to receive a group of trainee nurses.

"Maybe it's because the number of patients suddenly increased?"

Cheng Mei guessed.

Wen Jianyan nodded thoughtfully: "Maybe."

While the two were talking, Xue Mingyan walked into the duty room. She clapped her hands, and the buzzing room immediately fell silent. Pairs of fearful, restless, or ignorant eyes looked over.

Under everyone's gaze, Xue Mingyan cleared her throat and began to lecture the intern nurse in front of her.

From the rules in the hospital, to the discipline of the internship, the distribution of grades, etc...

Finally, after three minutes, she stopped speaking.

Xue Mingyan picked up a cup to moisten her throat, and began to introduce the topic: "Although today is the first day of your internship, Fukang Hospital is short of manpower, so tonight you will participate in the night shift patrol, give me a good job." Do it, don't be lazy, understand?"

She raised her bony finger, pointed to the clock, and continued

"The first round of patrols starts at ten o'clock in the evening and ends within two hours. Go back to the first floor to gather, and then I will assign you the next round of patrol tasks.

Now you can go to your respective floors to familiarize yourself. If a patient rings the bell or needs something, you must arrive as soon as possible. If there is an emergency that cannot be handled, you can find me at the nurse's station. Do you hear me? "

"yes…"

"clear…"

Sparse answers sounded.

Xue Mingyan squinted her eyes and looked around at the intern nurses in front of her, and began to assign tasks: "You, you, and you, and you, go to the second floor."

"You three, come with me on the first floor."

"You two, go to the fourth floor."

Her eyes turned to Wen Jianyan's direction, and a pair of mean gray eyes narrowed slightly behind the lens: "You, and the two next to you, go to the first floor."

Soon, the patrol floor assignments for all trainee nurses ended.

Cheng Mei and two other people were assigned to the third floor, while Wen Jianyan, Su Cheng, and another NPC were assigned to the negative floor.

After the floor assignment was over, a familiar voice sounded in the ears of all anchors:

[Survival time allocation completed]

"This dungeon is an ordinary time-limited dungeon with a duration of nine hours.

(Survive from ten o'clock in the evening to seven o'clock in the morning to clear the level

Immediately afterwards, after repeating the method of obtaining anchor points, the voice said passionately: "The audience is God, and popularity is everything! Please fight for your live broadcast room!"

Wen Jianyan and the three walked forward along the dimly lit corridor.

He pulled out his phone and glanced at it.

The blood-red countdown has begun.

【59:01】

Good guy, the initial survival time this time is actually a full hour!

Wen Jianyan was slightly taken aback.

It has tripled!

Although it is still a drop in the bucket compared to nine hours, after experiencing the 20-minute **** difficulty start last time, seeing this extremely normal initial survival time, he was a little moved for some reason.

"Not bad, although the initial survival time this time is still not long, at least it's not twenty minutes!"

"Congratulations to the host for clearing the stigma of Lucky E!"

"But the overturned host can't be set up, after all, if Lucky E overturns, it's a form of overturning!"

"In short! Congratulations, it's heaven-moving!"

The corridor was deep and empty, and the doors of the wards on both sides were all closed. The inside was dark, with no sound or light, like silent eye sockets, gazing fixedly at the person coming.

The smell of disinfectant filled the air.

On the mottled and faded wall at the side, there are pictures of doctors' recommendations. Under the dim light, their smiles are all the same, even the upward curves of the corners of their mouths are very similar, making them look very vague and empty.

The footsteps of the three of them echoed in the corridor. The further they walked, the stronger the invisible pressure that chilled the spine, the more confused and chilled the spine.

"That... so how long do we have to go?"

The temperature in the air was getting chilly, Su Cheng shivered uncomfortably, and asked.

"Didn't the head nurse just say that there is a special elevator to the basement floor."

As the NPC walked forward, he replied unconsciously, as if he hadn't noticed that they were walking away from the crowd at all: "Don't worry, it should be ahead."

Soon, the three of them turned around the corner of the corridor. Not far away, under the gloomy light, a mottled and old elevator door appeared in front of them. It looked a bit bigger than ordinary elevators. Under the light, it presents a dull iron gray color, which inexplicably gives people an extremely heavy sense of oppression.

There is a sign hanging on it: [Special elevator, do not use by idlers]

Wen Jianyan stepped forward and looked at the map stuck on the wall, which marked the architectural layout of the entire Fukang Hospital:

On the fifth floor, the dean's room and conference room.

4th Floor, Operating Room

Third floor, obstetrics and gynecology ward

Second Floor, Radiology and Archives

First Floor, Lobby, Acute Ward

His eyes moved down inch by inch, and the ominous premonition in his heart gradually came true—

B1: Mortuary

Wen Jianyan: "..."

The large iron-gray elevator doors in front of them stared at them coldly, as if silently exuding a cold atmosphere.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"So you are this special elevator!"

"Dedicated to corpses, die laughing."

"I remember that during the first round of patrols in this dungeon, the negative floor was the place with the highest death rate. Basically, few of the anchors who were sent down survived."

"Absolutely, it's such a dangerous place. I feel that my previous conjecture seems a bit wrong. Wait, I'll go to the live broadcast room of other anchors to see how long they survive."

"I'm going too, I'm going too."

"Take me one!"

"I'm back, and I see that the initial duration is two hours and three hours."

"I also just came back from next door. I still have five hours there, so I'm very lucky."

"It's also three hours here."

"and this…"

Soon, the audience in the live broadcast room came back. After checking the survival time of the anchors in all the dungeons, everyone fell into silence:

"..."

Well, it was a bit early to congratulate just now.

so…

In the end, you are the least! !