Thriller Trainee

Ten o'clock.

Zong Jiu stared at the dial that seemed to be frozen, thoughtfully.

The clocks in this hospital are very interesting. Clocks are only hung on the walls in the dining room and at the top of the stairs between floors, but they don't have second hands, only hour and minute hands. The minute hand only moves one step every five minutes.

This causes the minute hand to freeze at that moment for five minutes after completing each step, and will not move again until the next five minutes. After completing twelve small divisions, it is the time for the hour hand to advance.

The white-haired young man's pupils darkened slightly.

This reminded Zong Jiu of something neither big nor small.

Last night, he walked from the reading room on the first floor to the toilet on the first floor, preparing to experience the dangerous challenge of the original owner's death according to the original plot.

Just as he turned the corner of the stairs, Zongjiu paid special attention to the time on the clock.

If I remember correctly, the clock at that time was also pointing to ten o'clock.

It's just that everyone left the restaurant at half past eight last night. After reading materials for a while in the reading room, it was almost ten o'clock, so that time in the stairwell last night didn't attract much attention from Zong Jiu.

But today is different.

It was exactly eight o'clock when they finished breakfast. Even if they were delayed for a while in the operating room on the first floor, the probability of delaying until ten o'clock was not high.

Coupled with the inexplicable extra two stairs...

Zong Jiu didn't believe that such a coincidence existed in this world, especially in this one-person show copy.

The appearance of two ten points must mean something. There is a piece of information that Zongjiu doesn't know.

He was currently standing at the end of this staircase. Behind his left hand was the dark and winding staircase leading to the second floor. Facing it was the corridor on the first floor, and the stairwell behind him dimmed brightly in the light. There was an indescribable sense of disharmony all around.

Although the mental hospital is usually so quiet, today's quietness is obviously unusual.

What’s even more interesting is that the iron door on the first floor has changed.

The originally rusty door was now brand new, and even the glass windows inlaid on each door panel were wiped clean, as if they had just been replaced, shining with a cold light.

Not only Zongjiu, but the viewers who stayed in his live broadcast room also noticed something was wrong.

[Oh my god, I’m just a flash god. Why did the door in front suddenly become new and dull.jpg]

[Wait a minute, what is going on? Is this being pulled into a different dimension? After all, this copy has told us in such a hard-core way that its upper limit is very high...]

[Usually when this happens in copies of horror movies, it’s always a matter of coolness. Let me tell you what, why are you arguing with the Holy Son? He has such a big golden thigh and insists on committing suicide. Wu Yuzi, he is indeed a newbie who is not afraid of tigers. He has such a beautiful face for nothing. I didn’t expect it to be a vase]

The white-haired young man did not act rashly.

He didn't even move forward. Instead, he squatted on the spot and ground his long fingers on the ground.

When Zong Jiu raised his hand, his hand was already stained with a fine layer of ash, like the sediment of something left for a long time.

In addition, Zongjiu also discovered some unknown existences on the ground. For example, the crystals scattered after broken glass, and the blank pages scattered beside the wall that no one cares about.

This is strange, because these things should not be here, they should be in buildings that have been abandoned for many years.

When he accurately determined that something was wrong here, even the lights in the stairwell became dimmer.

Zong Jiu untied the other hair tie on his arm and held the ballpoint pen that came along in his hand as a temporary weapon.

The lights in the corridor on the first floor were completely turned off, and all that could be seen was darkness covered by thick fog.

He pressed his back against the wall. Under the stunned gaze of everyone in the barrage, not only did he not turn around and walk towards the lighted stairwell, he instead slowly moved towards the depths of the corridor on the first floor.

[Holy shit, he doesn’t want his life? It's already this time, why don't you just turn around and run away, instead heading towards a dark place? 】

[Oh my God, what is Ah Jiu doing? There is not a single light in the corridor. It is so dark. What if there is an accident?]

[An E-level newcomer who doesn’t even have special props, how dare he be so reckless? ? ? 】

[Damn it, you wouldn’t bring someone like this if you want to die...]

Obviously, after Zong Jiu had a tough fight with the old people, the audience in the live broadcast room were generally not very optimistic about his prospects.

In such a situation where the difficulty level is clearly defined, if you give up your advantage and go it alone, is it not shooting yourself in the foot?

Looking at the dark area in the distance on the screen, everyone was sweating for him.

Zongjiu didn't know what these bystanders were thinking. Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't care much. He was eager to complete more dangerous challenges to earn points.

The white-haired young man leaned against the wall and walked steadily to the left of the first floor.

On the right side of the negative first floor is the confinement room, and at the end of the left is the bathroom. There are wards on only one side of the corridor, and the other side is full of pale walls, which also facilitates Zongjiu's movement.

The end of his straight line was where the toilet was.

The young man was very cautious and would stop every few steps, just like a patient and nimble cheetah on the African savanna. He pricked up his ears and listened quietly to the movements in the dark, patiently looking for his own hunting opportunity.

The short journey made the audience in the live broadcast room nervous.

Zong Jiu was now surrounded by darkness, and could only rely on the wall behind him to identify his direction. He could not see anything in his field of vision.

But for the live broadcast effect, the images that the audience saw in the live broadcast room were all the results of intelligent processing by the main system.

The audience was in the God's perspective, and the main system also thoughtfully turned on a light for them, so the barrage could clearly see whether there was a "good friend" who suddenly appeared next to the white-haired young man, and even reacted faster than Zong Jiu, the owner with impaired vision, so it added a bit of tension and excitement, fearing that something that shouldn't appear would appear in the next moment.

[Why... I thought I wouldn't be afraid when watching the live broadcast, but now I find that this is obviously much more terrifying than going to the dungeon myself! ! ]

[Ah, wuwuwuwuwuwu, this is an S-level dungeon. I don't want him to die with such a good-looking face! Why is Jiu so careless? He cried out with a woof.]

[No, no, I have to exit the live broadcast room to save my life. If this newcomer is not dead in half an hour, I will come back. Everyone remember to kick me.]

[Everyone please send more bullet comments. I am not afraid of bullet comments to save my life at the critical moment 55555555]

When his shoulder touched another solid wall, the bullet comments collectively breathed a sigh of relief.

It took Zong Jiu almost ten minutes to finish the short distance.

Fortunately, it was a peaceful journey and nothing happened.

However, the white-haired young man did not stop.

He touched the wall at the end of the corridor with one hand and held a pen with the other hand, and began to move vertically along the right-angled edge between the two walls.

Until his left hand touched nothing.

The first one on the right at the end of the corridor on the left is the toilet.

Finally arrived.

Zong Jiu did not rush in. He stuck close to the wall and kept an eye on the movements around him.

The darkness was still very quiet.

From the angle where he was standing now, he could only see the faint light spots cast by the oil lamps at the corners of the corridors and stairwells in the distance, and rows of iron gates standing silently.

Such a large mental hospital, dead and terrifying.

The barrage was confused by his behavior.

[No, wait, I thought he wanted to go back to the ward to hide, but he actually wanted to go to the bathroom. I was really confused]

[Are you kidding me! What happened in this bathroom last night, has he forgotten (horrified face.jpg)]

[......Now I finally understand, in fact, he just wants to die]

Although that's what he said, if Zong Jiu opened his personal homepage at this moment, he would find that the number of people in his live broadcast room has begun to rise again.

It's good to be steady and follow the team like ordinary trainees, but it lacks the viewing and fun. People like to see excitement, Zong Jiu showed enough excitement, playing with the heartbeat, and naturally attracted a large number of fans.

Finally, after making sure that there was no disturbance around, Zong Jiu turned and walked into the bathroom.

Unlike usual, the pungent smell of disinfectant in the bathroom was gone. Instead, there was a nauseating smell of blood.

Zong Jiu roughly estimated the location in his mind and took out a small wooden box from the pocket of his hospital gown.

If he was discovered, this thing would definitely be confiscated as a prohibited item. Then Zong Jiu would have to enjoy the electric chair service.

Fortunately, his magician's hands were very steady. If he couldn't do anything else, he could still do some sneaky things. He just turned around and took this from the nurse.

His fingers stiffly pulled out a match from the wooden box and lit it.

There was a burst of exclamations in the barrage.

[Fuck, what the hell is this box of matches? Mental hospitals also give patients this kind of thing? ]

[? ? ? Can anyone tell me where he got this box of matches from? Cat puzzled.jpg]

[It's impossible. I've been following his live broadcast room. Why didn't I notice that he got the matches! 】

The flames dispersed the surrounding darkness and gradually revealed the true appearance of the bathroom.

The illumination range of a small cluster of firelight was really limited. Fortunately, Zong Jiu did not experience the horror routine of seeing a female ghost hanging headfirst in front of him as soon as he struck a match.

...Well, it was not much better.

In front of the white-haired young man, there was a bucket of blood in the dirty sewage tank.

The headless corpse in a hospital gown was drooping by the sink. The blood between the fingers had already formed black scabs, and the appearance was horrible.

There was no doubt that this was the corpse of the glasses that Messiah and his friends had been unable to find.

No wonder they couldn't find it.

After all, who would have thought that in this small mental hospital, there was actually a different dimension with an unknown entrance.

Faced with such a tragic scene, Zong Jiu didn't even blink.

He even held the match close to the broken neck of the corpse by the sink and took a closer look.

The match was not long. After a moment, the flame flickered and extinguished in the air.

The white-haired young man squinted in the bloody darkness.

In connection with the few original plots he knew, he finally verified the guess in his heart.

But after all, this is not a place suitable for staying for a long time. If things go wrong, you may be beheaded in a few minutes.

Zong Jiu did not intend to delay, but when he turned around——

“Dong.”

A faint footstep sound came from behind him to the right.

Zong Jiu's eyes flashed, and he grabbed the ballpoint pen in his hand and stabbed it in that direction.

His movements were so fast that they even caused a rapid sound of wind in the air.

However, the opponent is faster than him.

Almost as soon as Zong Jiu took action, the man in the darkness turned his palm into a knife and slashed hard at his wrist.

This chop was merciless and used 100% of the strength, so he must have been prepared for it.

By accident, the ballpoint pen fell down.

He is a practitioner.

Zongjiu got this information after just one fight.

He endured the pain in his wrist and continued to fight with the opponent.

If Zong Jiu's hand is still intact, he might be able to hit him two more times. But unfortunately, his hands are not as flexible as before to use force to exert force, and he can only use the muscles of his arms to relieve force.

"You are no match for me."

After a few moves, the person in the darkness suddenly spoke out, "What's more, your hand is injured."

The man made a Tai Chi hand gesture, and his rough palms easily grabbed the white-haired young man's slender wrist from the air.

Zong Jiu suddenly stopped moving.

He remembered this magnetic and cold voice.

Back in the horror trainee studio, it was this voice that asked the host system in front of tens of thousands of people. But from the questions, it can be seen that the speaker is thoughtful and considerate, and he has obtained a lot of valuable information for other trainees.

Just when Zong Jiu wanted to answer, the mysterious man's voice suddenly became low.

"Something's coming."

Not only the mysterious man, but also Zong Jiu heard the noise in the distant corridor.

He and the other party almost subconsciously glanced at each other in the dark, and then simultaneously flashed into the toilet cubicle nearby.

The toilet cubicle is narrow and cramped, and there is very limited space for standing, let alone two grown men. But now that the situation was critical, they couldn't care so much, so they had to make do with it.

He quickly locked the lock with quick eyes and hands. When the rotating lock made a slight sound in the air, the entire bathroom fell silent again.

Neither of them spoke, their bodies tense in the darkness.

"Dong-dong-dong-"

About three minutes later, the noise in the corridor became louder and louder.

The unknown thing had already arrived at the door of the toilet, only a few meters away from them hiding behind the door.

Their hearing was heightened to an incredible level of acuity due to the total darkness.

For example, at this moment, an unknown entity appeared in Zongjiu's mind. He made a whooshing sound in his throat, and a part of his body hung on the ground, making a creepy rustling sound, and he came hopping around.

It doesn't sound like a beautiful existence at first glance. Whether everyone is still unknown.

"Dong-dong-dong-"

The noise was getting closer. So close that there is only one partition away.

There was a terrifying sound of marbles in the darkness.

Falling from a height to the ground, it bounced up lightly, making a series of cool noises.

In many folk vernaculars, the sound of marbles heralds the arrival of certain beings.

At this critical moment, Zong Jiu found that he was still as calm as ever and found it difficult to feel fear.

He even had the time to pay some attention to the person hiding in the bathroom with him.

Although Zong Jiu is a magician, in order to restore his hands over the years, he has traveled around the world to find unsophisticated methods.

Since medicine and modern science could not solve it, he once placed his hope on occultism. After learning a set of health-building qigong at a certain Taoist temple, Zongjiu continued to practice it for several years. Although the hand was not cured, the body was much stronger than before.

He dared to say that unless it was those practitioners, there would be no way that he would be defeated so early. But when they just fought, Zong Jiu discovered that the opponent actually knew his attack methods, and even used a more complete set of methods from the same lineage to fight back.

If you were a trainee...unless you were a survivor who had strengthened your physical fitness. There are not many such conditions in the entire mental hospital. For example, for Jiang Yuan who insists on relying on his senior status to rely on his old age, Zong Jiu allows him to beat him to the ground with one hand.

Coupled with the prerequisites of a sound that he had never heard in this copy, the result was immediately apparent.

"Boom——"

At this moment, there was another sound outside the door.

Drops of blood rose from the sink, and the smell of blood became stronger.

Zongjiu could even hear the strange sound of the headless corpse being dragged by the ankles by something on the smooth surface.

The sound of dragging is long and winding.

When they walked outside their cubicle, the sound suddenly stopped.

In the dark, such stillness is far scarier than movement.

Has it been discovered?

At this time, Zongjiu felt lucky that he was standing on the back of the cubicle door. Even if the door is really opened, the mysterious person will be the first to suffer.

The next second, the lights suddenly turned on, and the smell of blood disappeared.

There was a chirping sound outside the door.

"What's the use of the Holy Son asking us to check here again?"

A louder voice complained, "Didn't these high-ranking people dig into the toilet and search it, but they still didn't find anything."

"Who knows. Maybe those old people just want to boss people around and scare us."

The other person sniffed and lowered his voice, "You said what they said this morning couldn't be true...that F-level real, uh, was made into a human head mop and hung on On the sink?”

"Do you believe what they say? Even if you make up a story, you have to make it more similar to this."

The newcomer with a loud voice cursed, "Don't say that. We are still checking here. It's bad luck."

"Okay, you're all here. Let's go back to the ward for a casual check. They won't know anyway."

With that said, the newcomer pushed the toilet stall door and said doubtfully, "Huh? Why can't this door be pushed open?"

"Hey, is there someone using the toilet inside? We're here to check. Let's get back to you."

Zong Jiu glanced at Zhuge An who was standing beside him, opened the door and walked out.

The young man's white hair was messy and his face was suspiciously red. He rubbed his wrists and walked straight out of the cubicle.

The black-haired man who followed him had a cold face, but his clothes were slightly disheveled, and his cuffs were slightly folded, as if he had just experienced strenuous exercise.

New people standing outside:?

...Two men going to the bathroom together?

It's a good relationship, the relationship is pretty good.