Thriller Trainee

Dr. Chu didn't mean to lower his voice at all when he said this, and many trainees who were about to leave the operating room heard it.

He Jianlan turned around suddenly, his eyes unabashedly darting between the white-haired young man and the doctor in the white coat.

Not only him, but also Messiah looked over with a hint of astonishment, with worry in his blue eyes.

No one knew what the "examination" this dangerous doctor meant, or why he suddenly called Zong Jiu to go first.

But there is no doubt that Zongjiu has no room for refusal.

In this mental hospital, patients have no right to disobey any orders from medical staff. The unlucky man lying on the operating table just now is the best example.

In horror movies, survivors are at the bottom of the food chain. Not only do you have to avoid those unknown 'good friends', but you also must not harm NPCs. Otherwise, not only will the dungeon score not be increased, but it will be deducted.

It’s not like there haven’t been teams that wanted to do this before. They relied on their special props and special physiques to kill a key NPC in that dungeon. As a result, the main plot of the subsequent dungeon collapsed. In the end, everyone received an "F" rating from the main system when the dungeon was settled. Implement team erasure.

This resulted in the unprecedented power of the copy NPC, especially in the mental hospital of this one-man show.

Since they have entered the dungeon, they must follow the rules of this dungeon. People who don't follow the rules usually don't end well.

"Line up, come one by one."

The doctor waved his hand, and the nursing staff with aggressive faces pushed all the people in hospital gowns to the aisle between the operating room and the corridor like chickens.

At that time, there were only two people left in the huge operating room.

The black snake hanging upside down on the lamp hissed and spat out a message, and its cold obsidian eyes stared at the white without blinking.

Zong Jiu stood there honestly, his eyes staring at a corner of the ground like dead water.

He has not forgotten the setting of the autistic boy on his identity card, and now he is playing this role perfectly, trying not to be spotted by this NPC who seems to be untouchable.

In the field of vision of his eyes, he stepped right on the edge of the elongated black shadow, as if he were standing at the point of some grinning destiny.

The leather shoes came closer.

Crossed the danger zone.

The shadow completely enveloped him.

Immediately afterwards, the man slowly took off his left glove, pinched Zong Jiu's chin with his cold hands, and raised the young man's face semi-forcefully.

The doctor in a white coat stood under the only light source in the room, with an unpredictable smile on his face.

After getting closer, you will find that he has an amazing personality charm, sharp and sharp, with a strong sense of violation.

He stared into those light pink eyes and spoke half in amazement and half meaningfully.

"Look, a rare albino autistic person."

Zong Jiu, who was stared at so directly by him, didn't move at all, not even a hint of reaction.

The young man was forced to raise his head, the hairband tied behind his ears was untied, and his long white hair flowed down from his shoulders like a ribbon.

His beautiful, flawless face was numb and indifferent, and his thin lips pursed slightly. He was as beautiful as a beautifully framed and exquisite puppet in a doll shop, beautiful but lacking in soul.

Perhaps it was this indifference that aroused the man's interest.

The scalpel rotated on the bony knuckles, chopping up the dim light.

"Hiss-"

Without any warning, the sharp tip of the scalpel suddenly pierced the blue and white striped hospital gown, cutting along the texture.

The piece of cloth fell lightly to the ground, and large areas of pale skin were exposed to the cold air.

There is no trace of fat on the young man's upper body, his waist is slender, and his graceful body lines are taut under the dim light, like fine unadulterated jade, bright and clear, it is incredible to see.

The trainees behind him swallowed.

The barrage in Zongjiu's live broadcast room exploded, and the number of people online at present increased almost exponentially.

[Wucao, Wucao, Wucao, Wucao, this doctor is a contemporary male Bodhisattva! 】

[I prprprpr, I can! I can! ! Ah Jiu is too beautiful, right awsl]

[Woooooooo who can withstand such a beauty attack! I'll just ask! return! have! who! 】

[I'm giao, I rushed here from other people's live broadcast room, I won't say much, I'll lick it first]

[As expected of the most handsome trainee in Horror...it's absolutely stunning, my hands have started to lose control of my hands.]

The man's eyes, hidden behind gold-rimmed glasses, were as dark as abyss.

"it's beautiful......"

The doctor behind the lenses watched this scene in amazement. Cheng Liang's scalpel flew back into his pocket and pulled out a long ice pick from the box behind him.

The trainee guarding the door almost got goosebumps from this action.

They looked at the young man's sunken waist with his back to them, and remembered the tragic scene where Dr. Chu did not hesitate to insert the ice pick into the newcomer's eye socket. They couldn't help but swallowed for the treatment that was to follow, and their legs felt a little weak.

Surprisingly, the ice pick didn't penetrate anyone's eye socket.

It fell on the skin as delicate as mutton-fat jade, spreading a drop of melted ice water.

When it suddenly came into contact with the skin, the doctor was satisfied to see the young man's beautiful upper body shrinking instinctively.

"Let me take a good look at it."

The man's movements kept moving, and the tip of the cold light slid like a dragonfly on the water, wandering over the pale paper like a paintbrush, trying to apply different colors.

The temperature of human beings is naturally much higher than that of ice picks. The melted ice picks leave a series of bright water marks on the body, sliding down the texture of the skin and sinking into the waist.

Under the torture of such coldness and stinging pain, the white-haired young man's eyelashes twitched slightly.

His chin was still held tightly by the doctor, unable to move even half an inch.

The young man's expression was indifferent, and the curve of his slender neck was like a dying white swan. It was fragile and had a fatal beauty, which made the ink in the man's eyes darker and darker, unable to shine through.

"Speak, aren't you autistic?"

The fingers holding his chin became harder and harder, almost causing bruises.

"Why don't you speak? I'll let you go if you speak."

Even so, he still didn't speak, but suffered everything in silence.

For his acting skills, Zong Jiu felt that he should win an Oscar.

In order to be able to complete a few more dangerous challenges and get a few more survival points to treat himself, he simply paid too much. This is all about selling your body, being naked and exposed, and the impact is really bad.

Of course, having said that, he was quite vindictive and wrote this matter down in his notebook no less than ten times.

Zongjiu kept his eyes fixed on the operating table, thinking that this quack doctor had better pray that he would not fall into his hands.

Although it was much shorter than the few minutes of icepick frontal lobe surgery, it still passed quite a long time.

Maybe Zongjiu's silence finally made the man feel bored.

He followed the white-haired young man's gaze back and smiled with an unknown meaning, "Are you interested in that black iron box?"

"That box once contained a very interesting little thing. Unfortunately, decades ago... it was stolen by a shameful thief and its whereabouts are unknown."

The trainee standing at the door was excited.

Zong Jiu turned his back to them and was a little far away, so he couldn't quite see what was going on.

But the black iron box is different! That's a clue about S-level props! Who doesn't want to know?

Everyone stared at the white-haired young man's back with intense eyes, eager to rush up and answer for him.

However, before Zongjiu could react, Dr. Chu suddenly let go of the hand that was holding his jaw.

"But there's no doubt about it."

His voice was low and beguiling, "I will get it back now, not in the past."

The white-gloved hand tapped lightly on the young man's looming collarbone.

The man lowered his voice and chuckled, "Want to know more?"

The friction on the surface of the rough fabric made the skin uncomfortable, but with just a little bit of force, dazzling red marks appeared on the pale skin, like plum blossoms falling on snow, which was extremely sudden.

They were so close that Zong Jiu could easily smell the smell of disinfectant and rust all over his white coat.

There is even the kind of condescending, condescending pity like a superior person.

A gentleman's revenge is never too late.

Zong Jiu muttered silently in his heart, but the corners of his lips straightened more and more, suppressing the anger in his heart.

He hated it when someone looked at him like this.

The doctor played with it for a while, then suddenly leaned over to his ear and said in a voice that only two people could hear -

"Do you believe...that there is an integer between three and four?"

The light pink pupils flashed an arc of light quickly.

After saying this, the doctor put his hands in his pockets, straightened his upper body again, and regained his cynical and contemptuous smile.

"Examination completed. Your body is very healthy, but your mental illness is quite serious."

He waved his hand casually, "We'll talk about the rest tomorrow."

"Yes, Lord Chu."

The nurse immediately took out a new hospital gown and put it on Zongjiu. They grabbed the young man's slender arms and drove him and other trainees out of the operating room.

With such a casual attitude and saying he wouldn't check, Zongjiu suspected that the other party was just here for him.

But he really couldn't figure out how he caught the other person's attention. He was obviously as quiet as a chicken after entering this dungeon.

Zong Jiu glanced at his grabbed arm, and using his sight and the crowd, his other hand reached out to the caregiver in front of him without leaving any trace.

"Clang-"

The heavy iron door was slammed shut.

In the field of vision, the doctor in a white coat took off his glasses and raised his hand to extinguish the lights on the operating table.

The whole room fell into eternal darkness, silhouetted against the white coat. Inseparable and natural, as if they were born this way.

Just after Zong Jiu stuffed something into his pocket with his backhand, he suddenly looked in Zong Jiu's direction and curled his lips.

[This doctor is so exciting! 】

[Oh my god, with this level of danger, he must be the boss of this dungeon]

[No wonder this dungeon has S-level props. None of them were found in other live broadcast rooms next door. Think about it, this venue looks ordinary, but it has two S-levels, one No.3 and No.7. According to the characteristics of the main system, I guess this copy might actually be able to touch S. The edge of level copy...]

[Wait a minute, what you said above does seem to make sense. Otherwise, how can you explain that other venues don’t have S-level props, but this dungeon does? 】

[Damn, if your guess is true, wouldn’t it be... for all the newcomers in this copy (Dian Wax.jpg) (Dian Wax.jpg) (Dian Wax.jpg)]

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Zongjiu was very concerned about Dr. Chu’s clue about S-class props.

Between three and four, there is an integer.

There is no doubt that it is completely impossible to explain this sentence purely using mathematics. This existence does not count at all and is a false proposition.

But since it comes from the mouth of an important NPC, even if it seems meaningless, it becomes meaningful. Or in other words, this clue must be true in the current copy.

Zong Jiu suspected that this sentence was not only about the mysterious S-level prop, but was even closely related to the main plot of this copy.

Just enough to compare with the tattered newspaper clippings they found in the reading room decades ago. At that time, the mental hospital was still a wartime military base, which is also the source of the hospital's weirdness.

But if the equation is true, what will that mysterious integer be? What happened decades ago? What kind of S-class prop was once contained in that black iron box, and how is it connected to the main plot of this dungeon?

When the nurse let go of his hand and turned to leave, Zong Jiu still stood there thinking.

When he came back from his thoughts, he was surrounded by trainees from three levels inside and three outside.

The eyes of these trainees were all shining with greed, and the expressions they looked at him were full of suspicion, jealousy and covetousness, which was so ugly that it was disgusting.

"Hey, we've called you for a long time, but you didn't respond."

"What did that doctor tell you? Why didn't you answer the question?"

"Do you want to keep it for yourself? It's obvious that everyone discovered the clue together. Let me tell you, whoever sees it has a share!"

Zongjiu: "..."

He had reasonable suspicion that the psychotic doctor was doing it on purpose.

Even if Zong Jiusan is displeased, it will obviously take some time to get to this situation.

However, the appearance of Dr. Chu disrupted all Zong Jiu's plans, making it impossible for him to finish the morning's information on the Holy Son and then escape unscathed.

What a dog.

Zong Jiu cursed in his mind and raised his eyebrows lazily.

"Oh, do I have to tell you? If I'm not mistaken, it was you who begged me to tell you the information."

"Are you asking for help?"

Everyone else was stunned.

Their impression of the white-haired man was that he was beautiful and taciturn. Now they saw that he had obtained the clues to the S-class props and was using coercion and inducement to talk him out of it. They didn't expect that this E-class could be so tough and directly spoke out. . For a moment, everyone who was chirping just now became silent.

Zhuge An, who was about to leave directly, paused and raised his eyes with interest.