[Zhongyingmei] Brother does not follow the plot

[When they appear, the surrounding temperature will drop. 】

Such a sentence suddenly popped up in Anna Jones's head, and she let out a breath slowly, clearly seeing that Anna Jones, who was exhaling white mist, was trembling in her heart.Her voice trembled, and she whispered, "Warren, have you noticed that it seems much colder around you?"

Warren Smith touched his bare-exposed arm, and said, "A little bit, it's already winter after all."

Warren Smith, who considers himself a psychic, didn't take Sam Winchester's rule additions to heart at all. What he said was completely in the left ear and out in the right ear-afraid of salt?Could it be that the game planner came up with such a supplementary rule because he had a brain hole.

Because he sneered at the item of pure salt to restrain ghosts, he didn't listen to all the popular science behind Sam Winchester. He only wondered where his video should start and how to finish his video later. clip.

Anna Jones pursed her lips tightly. She looked at her confident boyfriend. Although she still felt something was wrong, she also chose to trust him.

However, when she left here with Sister Moritz, Anna Jones suddenly noticed the thin young man in the ward who had been writing something on the wall, that is, Jefferson stopped writing at some point, with thick bloodshot eyes His eyes stared straight at the two people outside the ward.Suddenly, Jefferson's pale and haggard face gushed out a large swath of black, and the eyes directly turned into two black holes.He opened his mouth suddenly, roaring silently.

"Ah——!!!" Anna Jones screamed, threw herself into Warren Smith's arms, trembling.

"Anna!" Warren Smith hugged his girlfriend, and subconsciously turned his head to look into the ward, only to see the thin young patient in the ward with his back turned to them, writing and drawing on the wall intently.

On the wall, there are layers of messy handwriting, which makes people feel chilly.

"Ghost, ghost, Warren, that man is a ghost!" Anna Jones' voice trembled, and her fear made her subconsciously seek her boyfriend's protection.

Warren Smith took another look at the skinny young man in the ward who was concentrating on creating walls, stroked Anna Jones's back, and comforted him: "Anna, relax, you've given yourself too many hints. Just think of it as someone here. Didn’t you always despise the horror house that we went to for being too fake?”

The horror house mentioned by Warren Smith is a project of the local playground. The game setting is somewhat similar to the current activities in the Collingwood Mental Hospital. Just without the historical context of the Collingwood Asylum.

Horrible environment, realistic props, special projection effects that appear from time to time, and terrible makeup, scaring the players is the victory of the real NPCs, and he will never let the organizer camp win.

Warren Smith is confident.

When her boyfriend said this, Anna Jones also thought of the horror house that she complained about several times before.Thinking about it this way, don't say it, although the degree of realism is incomparable, isn't the horror house and the current mental hospital the same thing?

Anna Jones stopped trembling, she looked up at her boyfriend, and said with some hesitation: "It seems to be like this." She looked back at the skinny young man who was writing and drawing on the wall with his back to them, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

She was really scared just now!

Warren Smith smiled at her comfortingly, and was about to say something more when his shoulder hurt, but a tall nurse grabbed his shoulder involuntarily.

"Hiss, hell, you hurt me!" Warren Smith can be gentle and patient with his girlfriend, but it doesn't mean that he can treat the rude treatment of the staff as normal.Even if each has a camp position, it cannot be done directly without seriousness.

Warren Smith's protest didn't make the nurse's movements lighter, because the next moment, his hands were clasped behind his back by the male nurse, and then a white straitjacket was pulled over his head, which was involuntarily covered. On Warren Smith, his hands were also bound by long sleeves.

"You bastard!" Warren Smith was startled and angry. He struggled frantically, but such a strong adult man couldn't shake the male nurse at all.The palm holding his arm was extremely strong and cold, suppressing all his resistance with absolute advantage, no matter how much he struggled and cursed, it was useless.

"Warren!" Anna Jones exclaimed, reaching out to help her boyfriend.But one hand grabbed Anna Jones, another male paramedic.

"Shit!" Warren Smith, who was struggling and kicking desperately, saw Anna Jones being grabbed by the nurse in the same way, his eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted: "Let go of Anna!"

The other male nurse was not at all relentless because Anna Jones was a woman. He almost lifted Anna Jones up, and put the same white straitjacket directly on her body.No matter how much Anna Jones screamed and cursed, the male nurse who imprisoned her body was always as stable as Mount Tai, and even the expression on his face didn't change much.

"You bastard bastards, let us go!"

"I want to complain to you, I want to complain to you!"

"Don't play, we don't play this game anymore! We quit, we want to quit!"

Whether it was cursing or begging for mercy, during the whole process, Sister Moritz stood in front of them, watching all this with indifference.

Three minutes later, the young couple who were forcibly put on straitjackets were picked up by two tall nurses one by one. At this moment, the head nurse Moritz said slowly, "You need treatment." Moritz There was a strange smile on the head nurse's face, which seemed gentle and cruel, "Take them to the treatment room."

As she spoke, Sister Moritz turned around and strode forward.The two nurses immediately followed her, dragging Warren Smith and Anna Jones to the treatment room.

Warren Smith and Anna Jones did not give up struggling, they kicked desperately, trying to break free from the bondage garments on their bodies.Along the way, they saw many people, men and women dressed as medical staff, patients with dazed expressions, and they also saw friends who participated in the game with them this time.

Warren Smith could hardly recognize the original appearance of those people, because they were wearing white hospital gowns, huddled in the corner of the corridor, their eyes were glazed over, their bare-exposed skin was covered with various scars, and there were still wears on their wrists. Wearing a patient-specific barcode identification wristband.

Whether in dress or demeanor, these people look like patients trapped in a mental hospital for "treatment".

"Help!" Anna Jones screamed to those people for help, "James, Julian, Matt, stop acting, come and save me and Warren! We quit, we quit this game!"

They were all classmates in the same academy, and Anna Jones knew almost everyone who participated in the game this time.

She no longer dislikes the horror house fakes anymore. Compared with those fakes that can be easily identified, everything that is so realistic that she can't tell whether it's acting or real makes her terrified.

Amidst the shouts of Anna Jones and Warren Smith, a patient curled up in the corner of the corridor slowly raised his head, revealing a pale but familiar face.He looked at the two people who were constantly struggling, and showed a nervous smile, saying: "It's okay, as long as you cooperate to cure the disease, you can leave. He helped me, and he will help you..."

Warren Smith & Anna Jones: "!!!"

The people who were fine before have turned into this appearance now. Even if they want to tell themselves that they are acting and deliberately scaring the two of them, at this moment, they are not sure in their hearts.

It was too real, all of this, too real.

It's like, like they were really tortured in a mental hospital and now they have a mental breakdown.

Just when the two were frightened, head nurse Moretz and two tall male nurses had already dragged them to the room at the end of the corridor.

It was a crude room that could be regarded as a treatment room.There was an operating table in the center of the room, surrounded by four men and women in surgical gowns, the doctor who performed the surgery turned his back to everyone, and was busy with something.The nurses and assistants on the side were equally dedicated, passing some surgical tools to the surgeon from time to time.

As soon as he entered this room, Warren Smith couldn't help but gasped.

The room is not big, except for the operating table in the center of the room, there are rows of vertical cabinets stacked in the left corner, which should be special cabinets for storing medical supplies.Next to the cabinet stood a small blackboard. On the left half of the blackboard was pasted a diagram of the human body structure, and on the left half was a diagram of brain analysis drawn with chalk. Some organs were highlighted and accompanied by brief comments.

On the right side of the room is a hanging rope, and under the clip are high-definition photos.Almost all of the photos were familiar faces, but to Warren Smith's shock and fear, everyone in the photos had obviously been murdered.

Some people's chest cavity was cut open, and all the bloody internal organs were taken out.Some people's skulls were drilled open, exposing the brain inside.There are also people whose skin has been peeled off, revealing red muscle tissue...

Warren Smith didn't think the person in the photo would be alive after such an operation.

"Jesus Christ." Warren Smith, who saw the photo, almost collapsed. What a terrible place they have entered.He doesn't want to explore any supernatural lands anymore, he just hopes that someone can untie the bondage clothes on him now and tell him that all this is a prank by the organizer.

"Don't, don't..." Anna Jones also saw those things, she was so frightened that she burst into tears and was out of breath.

The movement behind him quickly alarmed the doctors and nurses who were undergoing surgery.

The doctor, who was concentrating on the operation, turned around directly, revealing a face that was first reported by major newspapers across the country more than half a century ago.

Warren Smith, who had done detailed research before coming here, was dumbfounded and looked at the leading surgeon in disbelief.

——Arthur Franken, graduated from the Department of Neurosurgery of Harvard Medical School, was assigned to the Collingwood Psychiatric Hospital as the dean in 1937, conducted many violations of human brain experiments, and died in his office on August 1948, 8 In the hands of six mental patients.

At this moment, Dean Arthur Franken was wearing a white blood-stained surgical gown, and the surgical goggles were pushed to his forehead.He didn't wear a mask, and the slightly raised corners of his lips showed that he was in a good mood at the moment.The hands without sterile gloves were bloody, the patient on the operating table had his eyes wide open, his disemboweled chest no longer rose and fell, and the nurse on the side was even holding a bright red heart that seemed to be beating slightly .

Sister Moritz's lips curled into a smile. She nodded slightly at Dr. Arthur Franken and said respectfully, "Dr. Franken, a new patient has been delivered."

The female nurse at the side immediately handed Arthur Franken a file folder, which contained information on newly admitted patients, and the page that was opened was Warren Smith and Anna Jones.

Arthur Franken's bloody fingers twirled the paper lightly. After a while, he raised his head, and his eyes fell on Anna Jones, who was crying helplessly with tears in his eyes, and said, "Ladies first, let's do Jones first." Miss surgery."

Anna Jones' tearful eyes suddenly widened. When the nurses grabbed her and walked to the operating table, she screamed and began to struggle desperately.

"Let go of me, let go of me——"

"Don't worry, Ms. Jones, after the treatment in our hospital, you will be discharged soon." The male nurse comforted her in a deep voice, but took her to the operating table without hesitation.

"Stop it, you bastards, let go of Anna!" Warren Smith yelled. He kicked the male nurse who was holding him, but was punched in the face by the male nurse. The pain was so bad that his vision was black, and he almost passed out.

At the same time, Anna Jones had been escorted to the operating table by another male nurse, and was almost pushed to the face of the poor man on the operating table with his eyes wide open and dying.

Anna Jones' heart collapsed even more with fear, she whimpered and called out the name of that person: "Jerry..."

Death is scary, and knowing someone's tragic death doubles the fear.

Anna Jones is devastated.

Facing Anna Jones' crying and resistance, the medical staff beside the operating table were accustomed to it, neither happy nor angry.Two young nurses stretched out their hands to grab the dead man on the operating table. One grabbed the arm, the other lifted the feet. At the same time, they directly lifted the adult man weighing more than 200 pounds, and then threw it aside.

The body that was carefully dissected just now became an experiment, oh no, waste after the operation.

The next moment, Anna Jones was pressed onto the blood-stained operating table.

"No no no no no——" Anna Jones writhed her body desperately, she didn't want to die, she didn't want to be the next Jerry!

However, no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't shake the hands of the two young nurses. They easily held down Anna Jones' body without the help of the male nurses, and then tied her hands and feet with restraint belts.

Despair overwhelmed Anna Jones at that moment.

Dean Arthur Franken smiled at Anna Jones, grabbed the scalpel on the side tray with bloody hands, and said, "Relax, Miss Jones, we will definitely cure you..."

At this moment, the door of the operating room was knocked three times very politely.

Arthur Franken suppressed the smile on his face, and looked at the door coldly.

Sister Moritz frowned, and she glanced at the male nurse beside her.The male nurse nodded knowingly, turned and walked towards the door.He opened the door and said, "During the operation, it is forbidden..."

Before the male nurse finished speaking, his body froze suddenly.The ghost that has lost its camouflage is pale and unreal, with a golden-red light flashing on its bare-exposed skin, flowing and flickering along the blood vessels under the skin.The next moment, the body of the male nurse fell down with a bang, and the moment it hit the floor, it turned into black powder and fell to the ground with a rustle.

What happened to the ghost of the male nurse was really too fast, almost in the blink of an eye, the male nurse who had just suppressed the human with strength turned into a pile of black powder.And after he fell, the visitor standing at the door was revealed.

For a moment, not to mention the bound Anna Jones and Warren Smith, even the other ghost paramedics in the room were stunned.

Standing at the door of the operating room was an unusually tall young man with golden brown hair and a young and handsome face, holding a pure black short blade in his right hand.Seeing everyone in the room, the young man nodded slightly and said politely: "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen."

"Winchester... Sam Winchester?!"