Human dimension reduction

"Your Excellency Vincent, why are you here?"

After thinking about it, Marianne couldn't figure out what she did wrong, so she dared to test it out. She was completely startled by Vincent's sudden appearance, and she didn't even think about the possibility that the person in front of her was a counterfeit. .

It's not that she's easy to deceive, it's just that this matter is too bizarre, ordinary people are brave if they don't frighten half to death, how can anyone dare to make great achievements pretending to be a big boss?Especially if it is not the same kind, how could it be possible to know the name Vincent, and it is even more impossible to report her name as soon as they meet each other.

Qiao Zhou's mind was spinning rapidly. In "Building No. [-]", Vincent was indeed a fixed-point boss, and he rarely appeared outside the fifth floor. Qiao Zhou didn't know why. The game didn't focus on the character of Vincent. Many, except for some basic behavior patterns displayed when he was in contact with the heroine, he knew almost nothing, but he said more and made more mistakes and said less mistakes, so he found a vague excuse for panacea, taking it easy Said: "An interesting thing happened, I'll come down and take a look."

Marianne didn't care about any interesting things, and she didn't care at all about what interesting things Vincent discovered. She only knew that Vincent didn't come to find her, and she was relieved.

Even a monster with an immortal body would not like to have its stomach cut open and its head removed for research by Vincent over and over again.

"Help, help... help! Ghost! There is a ghost!"

When Vincent was silent, Marianne didn't dare to speak, so in the silence, the screams and staggering footsteps at the end of the corridor were like elephants crashing into a solemn venue, attracting the attention of both of them. .

The moment she heard the voice, a scarlet and greedy light flashed in Marianne's eyes, but Vincent who was sitting there did not move, and she could only hold back.

"...It seems that he is a disobedient patient."

In the silence, Qiao Zhou commented softly, fixed his eyes on Marianne's face, and asked in a strangely gentle voice: "Dear Ms. Marianne, I seem to remember that the third floor is the ward you are in charge of?"

His voice was not high-pitched or harsh, but it was more terrifying than a sharp scolding. Marianne reacted immediately, trembling all over, and hurriedly bowed to him: "Yes, I'm sorry, it should be a new patient. Just let him calm down!"

When she faced Qiao Zhou, she still had a gentle look. When she turned her head and looked in the direction of that poor player, a poisonous cold light had already leaked out of her black pupils, and bloodthirsty urgency almost burst out of her eyes. , but she didn't hit the unlucky player's head from the air, but ran towards that side.

——Very primitive and simple No. [-] bus forward method, without any fancy teleportation and flying.

Hearing the messy sound of high heels stepping on, Qiao Zhou was a little surprised to find that maybe his situation was better than he imagined.

Marianne in "Building No. [-]" has the ability to pick her head from a long distance, and her moving speed is also very fast, which is quite in line with people's imagination of ghosts, but here Marianne still has to run with her feet even under the pressure of Vincent. Going to chase and kill, it can be seen that her ability is not as powerful as the ghostly head nurse in "Building No. [-]".

Perhaps the monsters that appear here are weakened to a certain extent compared to their peers in the game. This is good, but it cannot be ruled out that the monster's ability will grow over time, and eventually reach the level of "Building No. [-]". that height.

If so, the time left for him is very limited.

The new discovery made Qiao Zhou overthrow all his previous plans quickly. Marian's figure had already run to the corner of the corridor and he was out of sight. He didn't care about the players who were attracted by the disaster, so he got up quickly and walked upstairs.

He put on Vincent's vest in front of Marianne, and he had to keep it on, otherwise he would be dead if he was discovered. And when the monsters have penetrated into the human skin and can't see the face, how can it be perfect? How to prove that he is Vincent?

It's very simple, as long as the real Vincent can't appear, wouldn't it be fine?

So now he's going to do something big——

Kill Vincent.

In "Building No. [-]", Vincent's abilities are too powerful. Qiao Zhou originally thought it was impossible to kill him head-on, but if the other monsters have been weakened to varying degrees, how can Vincent be alone?Now that his ability is greatly reduced, it is convenient for Qiao Zhou to start. Even if his guess is wrong, he still has to try it out.

The light in the stairwell seemed to have been broken for a long time, with creaking electric noises, and the tungsten filaments were dying to emit dim light, but they couldn’t even illuminate the things under their feet. The light was like thick dried blood, Qiao Zhou rushed up the stairs in two or three steps like a light and agile big cat, and reached the fourth floor.

For some reason, the fourth floor is much quieter than the third floor, and there is eerie silence in the corridor. Those critically ill patients did not wander in the corridor like in "Building No. [-]", which also saved Qiao Zhou's time, he no longer I went to observe the wards one by one, and took advantage of no one patrolling, and felt the gap to the consultation room at the end of the corridor.

The treatment room of the poorhouse is equipped with corresponding medical equipment. He needs to find some more lethal weapons here. He doesn't want a chainsaw hammer or something. It can also be used as a long weapon on the pole. Anyway, at least the only crispy steel pipe in his hand must be replaced. He can't use this thing to fight the boss.

It is a pity that the door of the consulting room is closed, and through the foggy glass, one can see a blocky figure shaking inside, mixed with the noise of metal blades bumping and hitting, and the creaking and twisting sound of the iron bed.

... It seemed as if someone was tied tightly to the iron bed and was struggling and kicking with all his strength, but it was because of this that the orderly silence without hissing was all the more creepy.

Qiao Zhou was speechless slightly, thinking calmly, the consultation room on the fourth floor cannot be entered, there is Marian wandering around on the third floor, and it is too late to go to the second floor...

Go directly to the fifth floor?

He didn't hesitate for a long time, turned around and went straight to the stairs without making a sound. As for the person who was tied up for treatment in the consultation room...

He had no time to investigate.

Whether it's a monster patient or an unlucky player, isn't this what often happens when playing games?

The layout of the fifth floor is similar to that of the other floors, except that there are no crowded wards. Those wards have been emptied out and renovated into several operating rooms. There are scattered observation rooms outside the operating room. The name of the room is written in both Chinese and German bilingual, and the dean's office is at the end of the left turn.

The door of the dean's office without safety glass is tightly closed, with a "Do Not Disturb" sign hanging on the handle.

Someone is inside.

After confirming this fact, Qiao Zhou stepped more quietly, and then chose an operating room farthest from the dean's office. He listened patiently at the door for a while, but he didn't hear anything. He pressed the doorknob with his palm and closed the wooden door. A gap opened.

The lights inside were not turned on, and it was pitch black, as a wild beast opened its stinky mouth like a prey to eat.

Qiao Zhou opened the door a little wider without changing his face, and slid in sideways like a fish. Before he could close the door, a cold little hand stretched out from below, and the thin fingers climbed up like a snake. Qiao Zhou's wrist.

This is a child's hand, slender and young, cold and hard.

Appeared silently.

Qiao Zhou paused for a beat.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind. The first question was—the children's ward is obviously on the fourth floor. Why are there children here?

The second reaction was that since he didn't open the door to face him and kill him, then this little monster wouldn't be able to kill him later, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

The young man with a clear brain circuit has preset several answers to the first question, but none of them can be verified so far. He closed the door leisurely according to the previous movement track, and there was a dull click when the door closed.

The operating room where you can't reach your fingers is filled with a faint musty and dusty smell. When other senses are useless, the presence of the cold little hand on the wrist is particularly prominent.

A hand with a very hard touch, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is copper-skinned and iron-boned.

Qiao Zhou then erased the plan No. 180 of grabbing the little monster's neck and twisting it [-] degrees in his mind. He might not be able to twist it with such a hard material.

The owner of that hand seemed puzzled by Qiao Zhou's lack of yelling. The little hand tentatively moved up Qiao Zhou's forearm, and then stopped, as if observing Qiao Zhou's reaction.

And Qiao Zhou's reaction was...

no response.

Like all adults who have a certain tolerance for human cubs, he stood there with a good temper, let the naughty child touch his hand, and smoothed his sleeves cooperatively.

The child should have been even more confused, and this time he paused to observe for a longer time, so long that one wondered if he was thinking about how to kill in a refined manner.

Qiao Zhou has never lost before, the little monster doesn't speak, and he doesn't speak, the appearance of standing there is particularly eye-catching, exuding an excessive calmness, which is extremely incompatible with the current atmosphere, as if he is not a person at all. Players who are anxious to save their lives, but monster accomplices wandering in their own territory.

This wonderful temperament made the little monster a little dissatisfied. In the silent darkness, there were soft but sharp children's whispers. Qiao Zhou listened carefully, and found that they were just some messy syllables without meaning, without any specific content at all.

In the next second, the little hand holding his wrist moved away, and stuck to his abdomen instead.

In an instant, a cold and sharp pain swept through Qiao Zhou's nerves, and a strong smell of blood rushed into his nostrils.

There was a faint light in front of his eyes, and even though it was faint, he could see the child standing in front of him clearly.

It was less than the thigh height of an adult, with curly blond hair against the baby's fat cheeks, round green eyes, soft and bright red lips, wearing an empty blouse that looked like a church choir student, and the white skirt dangled around the calf.

Children of this age are always indistinguishable from male and female, so they can be regarded as boys in terms of hairstyle.

The delicate boy raised his petal-like face and smiled innocently at Qiao Zhou with the corners of his lips pursed. He held a dirty puppet in one hand, and the other hand sank into Qiao Zhou's abdomen.

The blood flowed down from Qiao Zhou's abdomen along the exposed half of the child's palm. After a while, a small pool of blood formed on the ground. The liquid dripped on the mirror-like pool of blood, and the sound effect was infinitely amplified by the empty room. .

As a young man who grew up in a peaceful age, Qiao Zhou's family was considered wealthy, and he could be said to have grown up with rich clothes and fine food. The biggest injury he suffered from childhood was bumping into fights with his peers. Even so, he was often beaten Everyone protected the rear intentionally or unintentionally, not to mention knife wounds, even fists.

The abdomen was stabbed open. This kind of injury, which can be called torture, made Qiao Zhou exhaust all his self-control to not yell.

The child's hand was still inserted into his abdomen. Qiao Zhou moved his hand involuntarily and tremblingly because of the severe pain, and slowly lifted it up, holding the flesh and blood weapon tightly, not letting it be pulled away, nor letting it go. Go deeper.

The child who smiled innocently blinked his big eyes twice. The reaction of the adult in front of him was always beyond his expectations. The big hand that took the initiative to hold his wrist was scorching hot, with a thin layer of sweat floating on the palm. This strange touch that he had never had before made him a little dazed and panicked, and he subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand.

But the strength on the wrist suddenly increased, and the man ordered him with unquestionable calm and majesty: "Don't move."

The little boy opened his eyes wide again, subconsciously submitting to the elder's authority.