Welcome to the lock demon tower

Qiao Que raised his head and stared at the glowing incandescent lamp above his head, his whole face froze into an emoji.

Jiang Luchi withdrew his hand sharply, thoughtfully: "The circuit here has not been affected by the above, and it is intact. Independent power supply..."

Qiao Que quickly extinguished the embarrassing little flame in his hand, looking at his expression as if he was looking at Einstein!

"Brother Chi, you, you, you, you can generate electricity!"

Jiang Luchi: ...

It always feels like being forcibly recognized by a Pikachu.

He coughed in disguise, and calmly looked around in Qiao Que's blindly worshiping star eyes: "Is this the place you saw in your dream?"

Only then did Qiao Que come back to his senses and look around.

This place looks like an ordinary open office area that can be seen everywhere in the Tian Dynasty, with a few rows of desks and chairs, and some messy books and papers piled up.

On the other side is a whole bookcase, with countless books arranged neatly and densely.

Qiao Que flipped through them casually, and found that they were all medical journals, magazines, and reference books.

Seems like nothing weird?

Qiao Que shook his head: "No. But... is this a library? Will there be a special basement in the hospital to store books?"

That's abnormal in itself, right?

I would even believe in opening a basement as a morgue.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation!

Jiang Luchi nodded: "And also specially made an independent power supply system. So..."

He grabbed the cap on Qiao Que's sweater and dragged him behind him, with red streaks in his palms, he made a movement of snapping his fingers, and an inconspicuous red light immediately hit the bookcase in front of him.

A second later, the bookcase collapsed.

The huge space hidden behind finally revealed the whole picture.

Qiao Que immediately saw the three tall glass fish tanks that penetrated the roof, which were still filled with viscous liquid, but he didn't know if it was because the power supply had not been maintained for a long time. It was different from the fluorescent green in the dream, and turned into A tank of gray-black effusion separated from top to bottom.

"It's here!" Qiao Que firmly grasped the edge of Jiang Luchi's clothes, shaking non-stop because of excitement or fear.

He rubbed his arms tremblingly, tried his best to adjust his breathing, and walked inside.

Going around the transparent glass wall behind the two pillars, he saw the wide chair filled with pipes that had appeared in his dream.

In the dream, someone was locked in this chair, and a group of white coats surrounded him to inject medicine.

The faces of the white coats all wore masks, the kind of masks with curved eyes and mouths, which looked like they were smiling mockingly.

Now, with the transparent light, he could see more clearly.

In the surrounding cabinets, there are full of transparent containers, which are probably formalin, soaking some unknown objects that people can't even imagine.

Behind the chair, there are several medical devices that look very sci-fi.

One of them looks like a full-body CT machine that is common in the world.

It's just all metal, with a cold luster, looking like a strangely shaped coffin.

Qiao Que's pupils shrank, and for some reason, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Uncontrollably, he slammed into the glass wall behind him hard, and then slowly sat down along the wall.

He opened his mouth wide, tightly covered his heart, and desperately sucked in air, but his lungs still couldn't absorb any oxygen, and the pain of suffocation seized him bit by bit.

He couldn't hear anything anymore, his ears were making sharp and continuous noises, his eardrums were swollen and painful, and countless images flashed before his eyes, all chaotic and overwhelming.

His head hurt so much that it felt like it was going to split open. He couldn't tell the specific content of those pictures at all. He only felt countless wailing and screaming overwhelmingly, and even black spots began to appear one after another on his retina.

What's wrong with me……

So sad……

Brother Chi...

When Qiao Que fell down without warning, Jiang Luchi was frowning looking at the full cases and experimental records in the cabinet on the other side, separated from him by a glass wall.

So much so that he couldn't find out what was wrong with him in the first place.

It wasn't until Qiao Que let out a big, fragmented panting sound, fell to the ground and struggled, that his face changed.

Zhang Weilian quickly helped Qiao Que up, looked at his appearance, and said in surprise: "...Psychic?!"

Then he shook his head and denied himself: "...No, no... How is it possible?!"

He raised his head and glanced at Jiang Luchi, and no longer had the attitude of standing on the sidelines before. He pinched a few knuckles with his right hand and grabbed them in front of Qiao Que: "He is a psychic? Isn't it..."

Jiang Luchi ignored his words, took Qiao Que over, put his index finger between Qiao Que's tightly furrowed brows, and shouted, "Qiao Que!"

Qiao Que only felt a burst of burning heat rolling through his heart in the chaos, and this cry was like thunder piercing his ears, piercing his soul.

It woke him up.

A mouthful of icy cold air suddenly poured into his lungs in large quantities, and the coolness quickly spread to his whole body. The stimulation of the two heavens of ice and fire made him tremble, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

When he finally regained his ability to speak, he found that his face was covered with tears and snot, his throat was on fire, and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound.

Both Jiang Luchi and Zhang Weilian squatted in front of him, and Qiao Que stared blankly at them with a runny nose.

The dog's face is dumbfounded.

Jiang Luchi's expression was not good: "What's wrong with you? Why are you psychic again?"

Qiao Que sniffed, but was speechless.

Zhang Weilian looked at him like he was watching a runaway orangutan in the zoo: "Qiao Xiaoque... Are you mysterious enough? You don't need to prepare anything? Direct psychic channeling?"

He rubbed his chin, rolled his eyeballs, looked at him from top to bottom, and shook his head while watching: "It's quite disgusting..."

Jiang Luchi knelt beside him with one leg bent, and said in a deep voice, "You didn't feel anything when you were awake, so you were forcibly passed through, right?"

Qiao Que took a few deep breaths, got up limply, and let out a soft "hmm".

Jiang Luchi looked straight into his eyes and frowned: "It's impossible. No matter how strong your inspiration is, you won't channel psychics at will under such circumstances."

...Unless...you yourself were affected and had overly intense emotions, and used this as bait to be attacked by resentment.

Qiao Que paused and looked back at him, his eyes were red, his face was pale, and he felt aggrieved.

Jiang Luchi suppressed the doubts in his heart and sighed: "It's all right."