Chapter Twenty Seven

The light and shadow in the room are dim, and the light in the corridor penetrates the blurred glass, barely illuminating the faded and mottled children's drawings on the wall.

Cockscomb stared blankly and stared at the young man in front of him with his mouth gaping. Under such a strong shock and impact, his brain was already in a mess.

He has already gone through four dungeons, and he is not considered a novice, so he can understand every word and every concept the other party said without any obstacles.

It is precisely because of this that he finds it even more unimaginable...

To lure more ghost babies to regard themselves as "mothers", take advantage of the loopholes in the concept, jump out of the rules, and make yourself a real mother of ghost babies who can control ghost babies in turn.

This is no longer a question of "if you are a little careless, you will lose everything".

What kind of terrifying person must be to think of such a crazy and bold solution?

terrible…

Cockscomb head stood there dumbfounded, feeling a chill slowly crawling up his back. This strong sense of fear did not come from the monster in this copy, but from this living "human" standing in front of him.

Wen Jianyan took out his phone and opened the backstage of Nightmare.

In addition to the change of the identity card and the points added to the account, he also saw another line of small print:

[Countdown to Dungeon Alienation]

【00:10:00】

It lasted an hour last time, but this time it was shortened to ten minutes.

Wen Jianyan sighed.

He just knew it.

After all, in the last dungeon, he just killed a BOSS, and he was able to alienate the NPC, but this time he directly got stuck with a bug, not only controlled all the ghost babies, but also made his remaining survival time impossible to calculate, the dungeon The adjustments made may be even more excessive than last time.

…Forget it.

Anyway, it wasn't the first time he was targeted by a dungeon.

That being the case, the ten minutes before the alienation must be carefully grasped.

Wen Jianyan put the phone back into his pocket, turned to look at the chicken comb head aside: "Let's go, let's hurry up."

"Go, where are you going?"

Ji Guantou hadn't changed his mind yet, and asked blankly.

Wen Jianyan pondered for two seconds and replied:

"Go to the office on the third floor first."

Before the alienation happened, he had to find Lin Qing's office quickly to see what clues there were.

*

In the anchor hall.

Under the splendid dome, in the plaza divided into different areas, countless people flowed in endlessly. The anchors belonging to different guilds traded, socialized, and entertained here during the intervals between their live broadcasts.

As a weird space independent of the whole world, it looks extraordinarily lively and peaceful, only the light screen suspended in the void above the head reveals a hint of ominous atmosphere.

The blood-red characters [Entertainment to Death] hang in the air, silently looking down at the huge space below.

Everything is the same as usual.

Suddenly, a "ding" sounded in the dome. This mechanical sound was so familiar that everyone in the hall subconsciously stopped their movements and looked towards the source of the sound.

"Hello, dear anchors, the C-level dungeon [Fukang Private General Hospital] is now open for emergency recruitment, the points are doubled, and the time limit is ten minutes."

On the light screen hanging in the void, the blood-red slogan disappeared without knowing when, and there was only a slowly flickering countdown left:

【00:10:00】

What? !

The anchor hall was in an uproar.

All the anchors looked at each other, seeing the exact same shock and excitement on each other's faces.

The dungeon that has already been opened temporarily recruits streamers. The chances of such a thing happening are very small, which often means two possibilities: First, shortly after the dungeon was opened, the death rate of the streamers reached over 90% , in this case, the dungeon will start temporary recruitment, but this situation often occurs in dungeons above A level, or below D level—either the dungeon is too difficult, or the anchor is too good.

Few people will accept this kind of recruitment. After all, the income of dungeons below D level is too little, and the death rate of dungeons above A level is too high. Even if they participate, it is easy to lose more than the gains.

Another possibility is...

Unpredictable changes occurred in the dungeon, the host broke the overall balance, and the dungeon could not adjust itself, so it was necessary to recruit new hosts to adjust the unbalanced plot.

This situation is much more ideal.

High rewards, low risks, as long as you complete the tasks assigned by the system, or play the characters in the script well, you can earn a very considerable income.

The low-level anchors in the entire square couldn't help but start to move.

"Damn, don't think about it."

An old anchor looked coldly at the new anchor who was eager to try, sneered, and said, "Even if you go, you won't be able to get a spot."

"Why?" The new anchor frowned, and asked unconvinced: "Isn't this dungeon C-level? Then the number of senior anchors will definitely be limited. If the level is too high, there is no way to enter. Since everyone It's a low-level anchor, why can't I get a spot?"

"Senior anchors of course can't get in, and they have no interest in getting in."

The old anchor shook his head and said: "However, the major guilds will not let go of this kind of low-risk and high-yield opportunity. They will definitely send newcomers with relatively low levels in their guilds to train newcomers with high value. , can also reduce the death rate... Do you have the confidence to grab the quota from those guilds?"

As he spoke, the old anchor pointed to the guild ranking hanging high not far away.

Oracle, dark fire, eternal day.

The guilds with the top three points hang high at the top of the glory list, looking extraordinarily unattainable.

The new anchor fell silent and clenched his fists secretly.

The old anchor said: "Don't be too unwilling, this kind of opportunity will come to you sooner or later."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked up at the blood-red countdown not far away, and said leisurely: "Besides, no matter how unlucky you are, you can't be as unlucky as the anchor who broke the balance in this dungeon... This person is absolutely doomed. "

*

The third floor of Fukang Private General Hospital.

Wen Jianyan quickly found the doctor's office area.

He recalled the information on Lin Qing's ID card, and stopped at the door of one of the offices.

The sign hanging on the door of this office was removed, leaving only a small empty white area on the wall with a slight yellowish edge, slightly different from the other colors on the wall.

It should be here.

Wen Jianyan pushed open the door and walked in.

The office is not big, but it looks clean and tidy. A doctor’s white coat hangs on a hanger beside it. Professional books about obstetrics and gynecology are neatly stacked in the bookcase. Several medical records.

Everything here looks extraordinarily normal and ordinary.

Ji Guantou stood at the door, and while he was still hesitating whether to go in, Wen Jianyan stepped into it without hesitation, and began to search quickly and efficiently.

He rummaged through all the pockets in his white coat one by one, carefully inspected the inside of the vase, disassembled the photo album on the table, and searched for the mezzanine, wardrobe, desk drawer, secret door in the bookcase, and even professional references. Wen Jianyan never let go of the eye-catching places in the books and case books, and whenever he found something suspicious, he took pictures with his mobile phone.

"..." Cockscomb stared at the other party's skillful movements of rummaging through things with dumbfounded eyes, and he fell to the ground in admiration for a moment.

This, this is too professional, right?

After conducting a sweeping search of the entire office, Wen Jianyan sensed something was wrong.

It's a bit too clean here.

There is no trace of being read in the professional reference book, and there is no note, and each case in the case book has nothing special, so common that it has no reference value.

There are no traces of life and work.

This is really a bit strange.

Either after Lin Qing's death, this place was thoroughly cleaned up and rearranged, or... this is not Lin Qing's real office.

Wen Jianyan stopped and stood in the middle of the office, lost in thought.

He took out his phone again and looked at the countdown on the screen.

【00:04:43】

There were less than five minutes left.

So, what did San miss?

Wen Jianyan recalled the map on the third floor, and was suddenly startled... Ah, there is another very important place on the third floor that he forgot!

delivery room!

However, if pregnant women give birth, they will not be sent to the operating room on the fourth floor, but will be completed in the delivery room in the obstetrics and gynecology department on the third floor.

This is the core area of ​​the entire third floor. If there are no clues there, then there will be no clues on the entire third floor.

Thinking of this, Wen Jianyan turned around and ran towards the delivery room at the fastest speed.

Ji Guantou was taken aback by the other party's quick movements, he was stunned for two seconds, and when he regained his composure, only the back of the young man running away was left in his field of vision, fading away.

"Hey, big brother, wait for me!"

Ji Guantou hurriedly chased after him.

This is not only because of the contract between the two, but more importantly, according to previous experience, Jiguantou has now firmly believed that Wen Jianyan is the boss.

In this case, of course you have to hold on to the boss's thigh and not let go!

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, and it became more and more terrifying in the empty late-night hospital. Soon, the door of the delivery room was close at hand.

As the distance shortened, Wen Jianyan could smell the smell of blood getting stronger in the air.

Panting slightly, he stopped his running steps.

[Delivery Room] The three characters hang high, showing a strange green under the light.

Walking through the gate, there are empty offices and nurses' stations inside, and further forward, there is a large waiting room. Pregnant women who are about to give birth are usually sent here to rest and wait until the cervix is ​​dilated until the delivery is allowed. The size will be pushed into the delivery room. At this moment, there was also no one in the waiting room, only empty hospital beds neatly arranged in it.

Further forward, is the delivery room.

The door of the delivery room was tightly closed, and a notice saying "Family members stay away" was pasted on it.

The delivery room of Fukang Hospital was built a long time ago. At that time, there should be no habit of accompanying delivery. All family members had to wait outside the delivery room and were not allowed to enter.

The further you go, the dimmer the lights become.

When Wen Jianyan walked to the door of the delivery room, there was only one light left overhead, flickering slightly as if the current was unstable.

There was a dizzying sweet smell floating in the air, as if an operation had just been performed and the smell of blood hadn't dissipated.

The door of the delivery room was tightly closed and could not be pushed open, and there was no lock hole that could be pried open.

but…

Wen Jianyan's eyes fell on the place where the card was swiped at the door of the delivery room, and he couldn't help but pause slightly.

He opened his backpack and took out the identity card that was rewarded by the system after completing the difficult side mission.

A blood-stained magnetic card appeared in his palm out of thin air. The writing on it was either worn out, or it was hidden deep under the blood, making it completely unclear.

Wen Jianyan put the magnetic card close to the machine at the door—

"drop."

With a soft sound, the door of the delivery room in front of me slowly opened inward, revealing a dark passage.

In the next second, a familiar mechanical voice rang in my ears: "The hidden branch line has been opened!"

Almost at the moment when the voice fell, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

From the place where the magnetic card touched, a little brown-red blood began to spread. On the ground and on the walls, there were mottled, deep and shallow bloodstains everywhere, including dragging traces and splashing bloodstains. Some of them are old, leaving only tan and dried bloodstains, while others are still very new, as if they have just been splashed, and are still sliding slowly along the wall.

I don't know when it started, the originally empty delivery room has been full of "people".

It is not accurate to say that it is a human being.

Whether it was the family members waiting outside the delivery room in ordinary clothes, or the doctors and nurses in white coats, they all had blank faces without facial features.

At this moment, a nurse walked towards Wen Jianyan, her face without facial features was facing him directly, and she said in a very ordinary voice:

"Doctor Lin, what are you waiting for? The operation is about to begin."

Doctor Lin?

Wen Jianyan suddenly realized that the role he played in this absurd drama was probably "Lin Qing" himself.

He nodded without changing his face: "Okay, I'll go in now."

Wen Jianyan turned around and found that the door of the delivery room in front of her was already open to her, and the lights in the cleaning area were brightly lit.

All doctors participating in the operation have to change their surgical gowns here, clean and disinfect before entering the final operation area, and all preparations for medicines and medical equipment are also carried out here.

However, the clean area here is far from clean.

The traces of blood on the wall were deeper and heavier, and the ground was sticky, as if it was covered with some kind of blood-red tissue, and it would make a weird hissing sound when stepped on.

Further inside is the operation area, through the blurred glass covered with blood, Wen Jianyan can vaguely see the moving figure inside - it seems to be the delivery waiting for him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

A horrifying scream that seemed capable of tearing eardrums came from deep in the operating room, everything was creepy.

Wen Jianyan maintained a calm expression, and under the guidance of the faceless nurse, changed into a full set of surgical gowns, put on blue disposable gloves, and walked into the operating area.

The door of the delivery room opened to him.

The area inside was larger than he had imagined, but only a beam of ceiling lights illuminated the only delivery bed in the center of the delivery room, and all other places around were shrouded in darkness that could not be penetrated by sight.

Nurses and doctors, also in full attire, surrounded the delivery bed.

Through the masks, you can see their blank faces without facial features.

I don't know when it started, but the shouting has stopped, leaving only dull humming.

"Doctor Lin, you are finally here."

One of the doctors said, "We'll be waiting for you."

After finishing speaking, he made way for Wen Jianyan, then took out a gleaming scalpel from the operating tray and handed it to him: "Please be the chief surgeon."

Wen Jianyan took the scalpel, then turned to look at the operating table.

In the next second, his breath was slightly suffocated.

I saw a woman tied tightly to the delivery bed, her two arms were fixed above her head, her wrists had been worn to a **** mess, the bones were visible, her body was dripping with sweat, her black hair was stuck to her neck, and her belly was extremely stiff. Tall, like a balloon that is about to burst, the skin is so thin that winding blue-red blood vessels can be seen under the almost transparent skin.

Both feet are likewise held wide open.

Scarlet blood trickled out from under the surgical gown, forming a small pool of blood on the ground.

On the belly, there is a strange shape protruding out, as if something is struggling under the skin, trying to break free.

Although her face was contorted with pain and fear, Wen Jianyan was still able to recognize...

This is Lin Qing's face.

Her lips were sewn tightly with needles and thread, the lower half of her face was stained red with blood, her eyes were wide open, she stared at Wen Jianyan firmly, her sewed lips squirmed, as if she wanted to say something.

"What's the matter, Doctor Lin?" A faceless man said, "Why don't you use the knife?"

The scalpel in Wen Jianyan's hand reflected a cold light under the light, as if silently urging something.

He took a deep breath, walked forward slowly, and stood on the side of the delivery table.

Although he had no facial features, Wen Jianyan could feel that all the nurses and doctors were staring at him, waiting for the moment when he would cut Lin Qing's belly open.

The scalpel flickered coldly, and the slender fingers holding the handle of the knife did not hesitate at all, and cut it precisely—

In the next second, the tip of the knife quickly cut through the thin thread that tightly sewed the woman's lips.

More blood gurgled down, but Lin Qing didn't seem to notice it. She widened her terrified and trembling eyes, and screamed hoarsely at Wen Jianyan:

"second lower floor!"

She seemed to want to say something, but soon, a cold light passed by.

Wen Jianyan's pupils trembled.

Lin Qing's body trembled for a moment, his head slowly tilted back, blood gushed out of his throat that was cut open, and he lost his breath in an instant.

The doctor standing opposite withdrew the blood-stained scalpel in his hand, stared at Wen Jianyan with his face without facial features, and said in a cold voice, "Lin Qing, you have disappointed me so much."

"Since this hotbed is useless, you will be next."

The other faceless people around approached and stretched out their hands towards Wen Jianyan, as if they wanted to catch him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

A shrill scream sounded.

The faceless man who was holding onto Wen Jianyan's wrist suddenly let go, and on his palm, he could see a small blue-purple bite mark, like the bite mark of a baby.

"what happened…?"

On the operating table, Lin Qing's dead body was lying quietly under the light, her dark pupils were staring at this direction, but her high belly was still wriggling, and the range of movements became even more intense. severe-

"Stab—"

The sound of flesh being torn was heard, and something came out from the depths of the corpse's belly.

The **** mass looked at Wen Jianyan: "..."

It turned its head and retracted back into the corpse's belly, as if it had never appeared before.

"No, it's impossible, this, how is this possible!"

The scene in front of him was too sensational, the faceless man said in a panicked tone, subconsciously took two steps back, and stared in disbelief at the pale young man who seemed frail in front of him:

"what is that?"

Wen Jianyan took out a handful of candies from his pocket.

In the next second, invisible little palms scrambled for it, and soon there were only sugar wrappers left.

"Oh, you said them?"

The young man replied with a cheerful face, the originally amber eyes were dyed a bottomless black by the ghostly aura, and the corners of his pale lips that had lost their blood color were raised, revealing a smiling and happy expression:

"Of course my children."

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