Although I am weak, my friends are super strong

Breaking free from the dream, Yu Lansong felt his legs go limp and almost fell to the ground.

Lu Hanxun, who hurried over, caught his falling body and asked angrily, "Have you forgotten everything I told you just now? Why did you leave alone? Do you know how long we have been looking for you?"

Yu Lansong leaned on Lu Hanxun's shoulder, lost his mind for a while, when he raised his head, Lu Hanxun was suddenly at a loss for words.

After being quiet for a few seconds, Lu Hanxun suddenly raised his hand and wiped away the tears that kept falling on his cheeks with his fingertips. His tone slowed down, "Why are you crying? I'm not scolding you, I'm just... worried about you .”

At this time, Lu Hanxun also noticed something was wrong, "What happened..."

The rosy lips squirmed twice, and the water beads in the clear eyes kept falling down, like a string of pearls with broken threads, it took a long time to spit out two words, "It's fog..."

The dream created by the fog is so real, even though Yu Lansong has come out, he is still immersed in the dream emotion for a long time, suffering and lost.

His voice trembled, and he called out, "Lu...Lu Hansun."

Lu Hanxun pinched the back of Yu Lansong's neck with his icy hands, letting him relax for a while, and after a while, he replied slowly, "En."

Lu Hanxun stared into his eyes, and said firmly, "It's okay, those are all fake, no matter what you dreamed, it's all fake."

Yu Lansong was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Qin...Brother Qin."

Thinking of Qin Xuan being stabbed because of him in the dream, Yu Lansong immediately panicked, "Where is Qin Xuan now? I'm going to find him, that monster is very strong, he can't handle it, I..."

Lu Hanxuan frowned, and put his hand on Yu Lansong's thin shoulder, "Calm down, he will be fine, but you, what can you do to help him by running over now?"

After Yu Lansong and him looked at each other for a few times, they were suddenly discouraged.

"You're right, I'm such a waste, I can't help him even if I go."

Lu Hanxun was angry and soft-hearted again, he sighed, stretched out his hand suddenly, and touched Yu Lansong's head, "I've said it many times, you are not a waste, if you want to help, just come with me."

Yu Lansong knew that after he separated from the others and that several others were looking for him, he felt even more guilty for wasting other people's time.

But the other teammates didn't mean to blame him. Shen Jiao was running around like ants on a hot pot. When she saw Lu Hanxuan bringing Yu Lansong back like a child, she rushed forward and cried, "Are you okay, I I'm so worried about you."

She and Yu Lansong had been walking together, and when Lu Hanxuan found out that Yu Lansong was missing, she didn't notice anything was wrong.

She felt that she lost her little friend because she was not optimistic about the talent, and she was very anxious. Lu Hanxuan didn't mean to blame her, but told them to separate and look for it. If they couldn't find it, they went back to the stairs to gather.

Lu Hanxuan raised his eyebrows and stood in front of the people calmly. He said, "He was trapped by a nightmare. It's nothing serious. Don't waste time. Let's go to the Academy History Museum now."

Shen Jiao looked at the handsome young man who was blocked by Lu Hanxun, a big man of about 1.8 meters, and immediately said, "..."

The tears that were about to flow were also forced back, and he rolled his eyes that could touch the ceiling.

That is to say, will he die if he is not so possessive?

She glared at Lu Hansun, took advantage of people not paying attention, sneaked behind the team, and whispered to Yu Lansong, "Are you okay, I don't think your condition is very good."

The beautiful boy raised his head in a daze, glanced at her, and then replied slowly, with a soft voice, "Well... I'm fine, thank you sister."

Shen Jiao's heart was about to melt, and little hearts were about to pop out of her eyes.

What handsome guy do you like, isn't he a pretty boy?Don't say she can't stand it, even a steely straight man like Lu Hanxuan can't stand the attack of the beautiful boy's coquettishness.

Lu Hanxun gave her a warning look, and then said coolly to Yu Lansong, "If Lu Hanxiao finds out that you are hooking up outside, she will definitely pull your ears."

Yu Lansong liked Lu Hanxiao very much. Afraid that Lu Hanxiao would be really angry, he restlessly touched the corner of Lu Hanying's clothes with his thin white fingers, glanced at him with guilty eyes, and said in a long voice, "Ah? Don't tell sister Xiaoxiao."

Shen Jiao made a disdainful cut in her heart, saying that Lu Hanxiao was unhappy, obviously she was jealous.

That is to say, the tsundere glasses man can't get a wife.

Facing the floor plan of the hospital, Lu Hanxun led them to the Hospital History Museum, which is also the hospital's archives, where all patient information is recorded.

Standing at the door, several people couldn't help swallowing their saliva. They finally came here. The old door hadn't been pushed open for a long time. They were very afraid that there would be some monsters waiting for them after opening the door.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lu Hanxun pushed open the door and walked in.

Yu Lansong also went in with Lu Hansun. He was very worried about Qin Wei, so he was afraid of wasting time here, and wanted to find information to find Qin Wei quickly.

Shen Jiao was also more courageous, and followed without much hesitation. The other people in the team also believed in Lu Hansun, and walked in after looking at each other.

What they didn't expect was that there wasn't a single person or monster here, and the silence was a bit eerie. The night filled the room like thick ink, and as soon as they walked in, they could only smell old texts.

It seems that no one is guarding the place, and no one has visited it for a long time. When the folder is opened, the paper has turned yellow. Fortunately, the floor where it is located is relatively high so that these things do not get wet.

Shen Jiao carefully touched the switch on the wall. After pressing it, the light didn't turn on. It should be broken, but no one was arranged to fix it.

They looked through a few files and found nothing wrong. Yu Lansong was looking for something when he bumped into something at his feet, and there was a crisp shattering sound.

He lowered his eyes, and in the darkness, he could only see a broken cat's head. He let out a small cry in fright, quickly covered his mouth, and called Lu Hansun a few times.

Lu Hanxun put down the materials in his hand, came over and squatted down to pick up a piece of porcelain, frowning, "It's a porcelain doll."

The cat-shaped porcelain doll had fallen to pieces, and it took Yu Lansong and Lu Hansun a long time to piece it together roughly into its original shape.

Different from ordinary cute cat porcelain dolls, this porcelain doll seems to have deliberately painted a human-like face for cats, and the blood-red three-petal mouth is split open, as if mocking them maliciously .

Lu Hanxuan squinted his eyes by the light outside the door, and saw clearly that it was a black cat porcelain doll, and a serial number was engraved on the back of the porcelain doll, and the one they smashed was number 269.

Yu Lansong was a little flustered, he lowered his voice and asked, "Did I accidentally break some important prop?"

Lu Hanxun, however, threw the black cat tile on the ground indifferently, took out a handkerchief and wiped the black cat's finger, "It's just a bad taste of the dungeon, don't worry about it, you continue to look for clues."

Yu Lansong nodded, and when she heard Shen Jiao calling him, she hurried over and was startled by the scene in front of her.

The black cat porcelain dolls on the entire wall, each one exactly the same, were placed on the bookshelf, smiling at them with their blood red lips lowered.

Lu Hanxun, who followed closely, also felt that this scene was absurd. He went to the shelf, picked up a black cat, and turned it over to see that there was indeed a number on the back.

Seeing Lu Hanxun lost in thought, Yu Lansong didn't disturb his thinking, but looked at these black cat porcelain dolls in fear.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that these lifelike porcelains, like live cats, were squatting in front of them and staring at them.

After a while, Lu Hanxun suddenly said, "These numbers are the same as those of the patients in the hospital."

Shen Jiao was stunned, "You mean, these black cat porcelain dolls symbolize the patients in Nolan Hospital, and every patient has a corresponding porcelain doll?"

It was almost like some kind of witchcraft.

They don't know what these black cat porcelain dolls are implying for the time being, so they can only put it aside temporarily and continue to look at the patient's historical files, but the files here are not arranged according to the patient's serial number, but are classified according to the patient's initials .

Lu Hanxun suddenly thought of something, walked to a bookshelf, looked up, after a while, he pulled out a file, and motioned to others to look at it.

When Shen Jiao saw the name on it, she couldn't help calling out, she stuttered in fright, "Omonfori, number 611... admitted to the hospital on September 2021, 9, suffering from severe paranoid mental disorder? "

With a cold face, Lu Hanxun closed the folder with a snap, and looked at the others, "It's paranoia as the saying goes."

Yu Lansong was dumbfounded, and couldn't figure it out more and more, "But isn't he the dean? If he is a patient admitted to the hospital, where is the real dean?"

Lu Hanxuan took out the notebook that he carried with him, because the light conditions here were very poor, so he could only get closer and write down all the newly discovered doubts in the notebook.

He closed the notebook, subconsciously helped the temples of his glasses, only to realize that he was not wearing glasses, and coughed lowly.

"This question is easy to answer. If the original number 611 is him, and the numbers are arranged according to the order of admission, in order not to disturb the numbering order of the patients in the entire hospital, then the current number 611 is..."

Others immediately understood that the current No. 611 is very likely to be the real director of Nolan Hospital.

Immediately, some people wanted to find the file of No. 611, but when they stood in front of the bookshelf, they encountered difficulties again, because all the materials here were arranged according to the names of patients, and they did not know what the name of No. 611 was. If you rummage through it, you don’t know when you will find it.

It was almost dawn, and the "door" would close again soon. The monsters would regenerate every night and become stronger and stronger. The sense of urgency made them all understand a truth.

This dungeon seems to have no time limit, but in fact, it is forcing them to find the patient with the key hidden in him as soon as possible.

What other clues did they ignore?