Dead Beauty Airborne Abyss Game [Unlimited Streaming]

The clear skylight shines into the ward through the broken glass.

The sudden crowd reappeared, and the whole sanatorium was filled with fireworks again.

Inside Ward 113.

The floor that was smashed by the coffin of the dead in the middle of the night did not know when it would be restored.

There were so many instant spiders hatched under the bed that they overflowed, and they were all crowded together; Bai Yan, who was sitting cross-legged in the corner with his arms folded, closed his eyes; the black coffin seemed to be asleep, and the snoring sound was transmitted to the waiter overlooking the window like a WIFI signal. Yuchuan.

"dong dong dong"

"Is it 113?"

The door opened, and it was the postman.

Shi Yuchuan didn't step forward, but carefully sized up the postman.

He...or rather it.

It has the appearance of a human, wearing a blue postman uniform, with short soft chestnut hair hanging slightly, and a warm voice, carrying a khaki satchel stuffed with letters.

But it has no facial features.

A flat face is like letter paper.

It is incompatible with the 'proliferative disease' of this hospital.

"Jiang Qing's letter."

The postman held an envelope in his hand, which was exactly the same as the one Shi Yuchuan opened yesterday.

Opening the black coffin, sure enough, yesterday's letters and stationery were gone.

Seeing Shi Yuchuan took the letter, the postman was very happy. It said: "I still have paper here. If you have anything to send, just write it and put it in the envelope."

"I'll pick it up when I finish writing it, anytime, anywhere."

"If you have important items you want to keep, you can also find me."

After speaking, it took out a new envelope and blank letter paper and left the ward.

The open door can see people coming and going.

The chatter between the postman and other patients kept coming in.

Like random side events.

Appeared without end.

[It is estimated that the secrets of the entire nursing home will have to be dug out to find out the origin of this letter, but isn't there an archive room upstairs?Maybe you can find Jiang Qing's file. 】

The system woke up and stood aside to make suggestions.

"Well, but the most important thing now is to find a way to get the ticket."

It doesn't matter how many branches you make if you can't leave.

Shi Yuchuan glanced at Bai Yan in the corner: "Do you want to go together?"

Xing Jia, Ke Zhen and others are still upstairs. The nursing home was not peaceful last night. Maybe they have a new discovery.

Bai Yan hesitated and shook his head.

"I have other business."

He should have left.

……

When Shi Yuchuan came to the fourth floor, he happened to meet Wang Bin dispensing medicine.

The shy intern pushing the trolley distributed the medicines from ward to ward and told the patients in detail when to take the medicines.

"Mr. Waiter, good morning."

He just came out of a ward, and when he saw Shi Yuchuan, he blushed and greeted him.

The injury on the hand didn't seem to be healed yet, and the entire right hand was wrapped in a white bandage from the wrist to the palm.

Shi Yuchuan nodded in response, looking at the back of him pushing the cart away, he felt that there was some violation, but he couldn't think of any violation.

In Ward 407, it was not very peaceful.

Ke Zhen's upper body was bare, and there was a fresh wound on his waist and abdomen. Hongmao was applying medicine to him, and by the way, wrapped his grinning mouth with a bandage.

Xing Jiazheng and Yu Yunhuan were flipping through a bunch of photos.

Seeing Shi Yuchuan coming, he hurriedly said: "Come, come, let's look for it together."

"Ke Zhen and I went to the archives at night and made a new discovery."

Shi Yuchuan nodded and sat by the bed, flipping through old photos together.

After all, humans are complex creatures.

He looked at the few people who were looking for clues harmoniously, and it was hard to imagine how Xing Jia and Babel disliked each other when they first entered the dungeon.

Difficulties do seem to lead people to let go of past grievances and deepen cooperation.

"I found Ke Zhen!"

Xing Jia took out an old photo from a thick pile of dozens of photos.

Just like the last time I saw it, ten people were basking in the sun in the garden.

It's just that the name behind it has changed.

"In the photo album I found last time, although the symptom has a corresponding name, the number of the wheelchair in the photo is different from ours."

"So Ke Zhen and I went to the archives room again last night."

Xing Jia pointed to his sunglasses. It would be difficult to get such subtle clues without props.

Yu Yunhuan brought over the boxes piled aside, in which were various files, covered with dust.

He took the photo in Xing Jia's hand, and searched for it according to the number and corresponding symptom patients.

Ke Zhen also cleaned up at this time, the black coat covered the wound and the skin covered by the source, and he looked at the servant Yuchuan with some playful eyes. He knew what the other party was thinking, but said coldly: "Hongmao and Yu Yunhuan are too weak .”

The stronger the dungeon, the weaker will only be hindered when it enters.

Ke Zhen has always been dispensable to Yu Yunhuan, especially after the loss of the coffin of the dead, Yu Yunhuan is just a burden to him and can be sacrificed when necessary.

But the current situation is a bit complicated, maybe everyone will be folded in it, except for the red hair. At this time, it is not a wise choice to take Yu Yunhuan, a rookie, to a dangerous place to die. It is safer to go with him and Xing Jia.

The fact is true, although he was injured, but the harvest is gratifying.

"Huh?" Yu Yunhuan and Hongmao, who were looking for files, looked up at Ke Zhen when they heard the words, with puzzled expressions.

Seeing the silly expressions of the two, Xing Jia shook his head helplessly and continued to search.

After a few people found out the name of the patient corresponding to the disease, it was already noon.

Wang Lingling and Feng Hua cautiously appeared at the door, poking their heads inside.

Mostly because he felt that the two were useless, Ke Zhen ignored them.

At present, there are many clues obtained, but there is still a lack of opportunity.

Everyone pinned their hopes on the mirror.

"The mirror in this dungeon should have been deliberately destroyed."

Xing Jia said with a biscuit in his mouth, "Whether it's the bathroom or the people who appear during the day, all the mirrors have been removed in one piece."

"It's a pity that only a few old men came here this time, and no one brought mirrors and other props."

Xing Jia shrugged. After all, in this kind of death dungeon, even female players may not bring useless mirrors, and mirror props are much rarer than real objects such as swords.

This is very abnormal, if it is not done by the player, then it must be done by the creatures in the instance.

Shi Yuchuan caught a glimpse of Feng Hua and Wang Lingling huddled by the door, put down the photo in his hand, and walked over slowly.

It wasn't until the door that he asked suspiciously: "So what is the standard for a novice dungeon?"

Xing Jia was taken aback, and subconsciously replied: "In the dungeon, there are more newcomers than old people."

"boom!"

Shi Yuchuan closed the door and turned around.

"From the first day into the copy, there are 11 people in total."

"Bai Yan, the three people from the Tower of Babel, Xing Jia, me, Wang Lingling, Feng Hua."

"The dead Zhang Lun Yisu, and the unknown photographer."

"In everyone's introduction, there are six newcomers."

So in theory it should be a newcomer copy.

Although from the perspective of difficulty, it is not the case.

"Someone is lying."

His tone was not strong, but very peaceful, as if he was stating a trivial fact.

As if awakened, Ke Zhen glanced at Wang Lingling and Feng Hua.

There was no clue about everything before, and there was no clue at all. Everyone was busy looking for clues. Even Ke Zhen and Xing Jia, who had suspected this matter, only focused on Shi Yuchuan.

Without him, among all the newcomers, he is the strongest. It is not easy to be able to enter the dungeon for the first time without lagging behind.

"...You, don't talk nonsense!"

Feng Hua's expression was exaggerated, and he firmly denied it.

Wang Lingling was stunned, apparently unable to react.

Seeing this, Shi Yuchuan sighed and said to Feng Hua.

"Is the DSLR here with you?"

Seeing Xing Jia who had already started to draw out his weapon, Feng Hua finally stopped pretending.

His exaggerated expression instantly turned into doubt.

"When did you find out?"

Shi Yuchuan replied indifferently: "The day Yi Su died."

He's been looking for the photographer's DSLR because he's seen ghosts in the window.

I used to think that the relics would be discarded, but after entering the special drug cultivation room yesterday, when I found Yi Su's body, I also saw his relics.

The earphones, which Yi Su brought as a newcomer when he traveled, were placed next to his body, sealed in a plastic bag, and his name was pasted on it.

In addition, under the relic, there is a letter of thanks.

Thanks for his service to Salmon Island.

Although it is very weird, it at least shows that the creatures in the hospital attach great importance to the dead.

Shi Yuchuan first glanced at Xing Jia, and said to Feng Hua.

"And...you are also a black tour guide, right?"

Pretending to be a newcomer, quickly mixed in.

After a set of operations, it will flow smoothly.

Compared with Feng Hua, Xing Jia is like a pirated product, improvised.

"When you meet your peers, your eyes are full of tears."

Xing Jia walked over in two steps and hugged Feng Hua.

"Teach me two tricks to make a dungeon? If it weren't for being poor, I wouldn't do this job."

"So now, what about the SLR?"

A camera used as a photography prop has a mirror inside to refract light.

Although I don't know if it will be enough, but there is no other way now.

Feng Hua stood up from the door, stopped pretending, took out the camera from the system space, and told the truth - the photographer and him were accomplices, and the two had been pretending to be newcomers in the dungeon to make a living.

"This camera is a prop, and I don't know if it can trigger this dungeon." He originally wanted to wait until the end and take it out when everyone was desperate, so as to blackmail him.

But now people had to bow their heads under the eaves. His black guide was able to bend and stretch, and with a painful face, he dismantled the props and took out a small mirror from inside.

Kezhen took the mirror.

It was no longer his face that was shown in the mirror.

The file in his hand trembled slightly, and the wristband felt a little hot.

"That's right."

Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Shi Yuchuan received the system signal.

[Help, Chuanchuan!That bloody thing is here! 】

[It asked why no one went to the doctor! 】

Shi Yuchuan was very close to the door. When he opened the door, he saw a black coffin running across the ceiling, carrying many instant spiders on it.

And the person who followed the black coffin upstairs was the person who should have been in the consultation room on the fifth floor.

The white coat wrapped a body made of blood. If it wasn't for the nameplate on his body that clearly said 'Lu Chongfeng-Surgery', it would be impossible to believe that this is a doctor.

The facial features on his face kept changing, and finally turned into a mouth.

It was the creature I met in the morgue that day.

"At one o'clock in the afternoon, see a doctor."

"You are late."

The blood suddenly surged, pouring into the entire staircase.

"Word breakers."

"Death today."

The roar was full of indescribable excitement.

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