Thriller Trainee

When his consciousness returned again, Zong Jiu felt that his mind was dizzy, and his body and limbs once again became the same softness he had experienced when he first entered this dungeon.

At first glance, it looked like someone had drugged him.

He did not open his eyes, but maintained the breathing rate before waking up and listened quietly to the movements around him.

To be honest, Zong Jiu's current situation is really not good.

He could feel that he was tied to a narrow chair, with wide restraints all over his body, unable to move.

The most important thing is that Zongjiu's mouth was stuffed with a towel full of disinfectant smell, which prevented him from speaking, let alone reading the key on the spot and passing the customs on the spot.

In other words, it is like a fried egg that has stuck to the pan. It is pushed to the ground and cannot be turned over no matter how hard it is. Even if you are guarding the golden mountain of wealth, you have no way to use it and can only stare.

Zongjiu: "..."

Gan! This time the car overturned.

[Ah woo woo woo, finally connected. Finally connected! Ah Jiu, don’t cry, the mothers are here! 】

[Damn, it’s so irritating just after connecting. Isn’t that inappropriate? 】

[I just went to look at several other live broadcast rooms of this copy, and they seemed to have lost contact. It scared me to death. Fortunately, Brother Jiu resumed the live broadcast. Exhale]

[To be honest...actually, he was really lucky. If this perverted doctor hadn't taken him out of the second floor like no one else, I'm afraid this white-haired beauty would have been like He Jianlan and the others]

"woke up?"

Just as he was calmly thinking about countermeasures, a deep voice sounded faintly in the empty room.

Now that he had been discovered, Zongjiu didn't bother to pretend anymore.

He has already mastered the trump card for the decisive victory, and the only problem now is to outwit this doctor who says "I am very happy" on his face.

As long as the opponent can remove the towel from his mouth, even for just a second, Zong Jiu can turn defeat into victory.

After thinking about it, the white-haired young man slowly opened his eyes and carefully looked at the surrounding environment.

The operating room was quite dark. The only light source was the spotlight shining down from the operating table.

But for Zongjiu, there is another light source——

The black iron box placed on the operating table was quietly emitting bright golden light, fluttering lightly on the surrounding narrow texture.

Zong Jiu’s eyes flashed.

The last time he was in the operating room, he got a very valuable piece of information.

"That small box once contained a very interesting thing... Unfortunately, it was stolen by a shameful thief more than ten years ago..."

According to Zhuge An's inference, the different space is exactly thirty years ago in the timeline of this mental hospital. When the clock struck twelve o'clock on the third day, all the trainees in the mental hospital were dragged into a different space. This meant that Zongjiu was not only in a different space, but also happened to have returned to thirty years ago.

Thirty years ago, this S-level prop had never been stolen. Instead, it was placed here, within reach of Zong Jiu.

Although he was bound to win, Zongjiu remained calm on the surface. After a casual glance, he could keep it under his breath even if the stormy waves turned thousands of times.

The doctor in a white coat stood on his left hand side, almost a stone's throw away. I don't know if he noticed Zong Jiu's little move, but the man's eyes were even more interested, and he looked at him condescendingly, with the same unclear smile on his lips as before.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m in a different space, but the equipment in this operating room looks much older than the operating room thirty years later. Even the electric chair Zongjiu was sitting on was an antique from the last century, with rusty electrodes all over the ends of the wires.

But now, these cold electrodes are all attached to his body.

The upper body of Zongjiu himself was stripped naked again, and he was in close contact with the electrode pads, like a tentacle occupied by an octopus sucker.

The doctor was using a scalpel to pick up an electrode pad and placed it firmly on his chest.

Seeing Zong Jiu open his eyes, he casually used the tip of the knife to crush it maliciously, and smiled as he watched the white-haired young man shudder.

"I said it before. Disobedient patients will be punished if they are caught."

For a moment, Zong Jiu felt like a piece of fish pressed on a felt board, letting the other party cut the skin texture with a blade, and then make casual comments and pronounce judgment.

This kind of aggrieved thing was really the first time in Zong Jiuchang's life. It was unbearable.

"Well...well..."

He also tried to interest Dr. Chu by making sounds using only his throat vocal cords.

All he had to do was delay and get the towel off, and he could make a comeback.

What he didn't expect was that at the next moment, without any warning, the power was turned on instantly.

Tiny, tingling currents rushed up the long wire like crazy, like thousands of needles, piercing deeply into Zong Jiu's naked body.

Damn, this lunatic who doesn’t play by common sense!

Dr. Chu did not increase the voltage to a lethal level all at once. He just controlled it to a value that could make people feel unbearable pain, but not pass out, and was within the acceptable range of normal people. Then after finishing all this, he stood aside with leisurely time, with the light hovering like a poisonous snake, crossing his hands and admiring the scene in front of him.

The moment the electricity was turned on, the young man frowned, and his whole body rose and fell unconsciously under the stimulation of the intensive current.

Not long after, large beads of sweat seeped out from his hair, along with his long white hair, like a winding snake, clinging to his beautiful waist/abdomen, which was flawless. Like being coated with a layer of shiny beeswax, the feast delicacies just placed on the table look very delicious.

People will experience slight burning when stimulated by electric current, which is why they are sweating profusely.

Because of the stinging pain, a flash of redness slowly spread out from around the blue blood vessels, and together with the sweat, Zong Jiu felt as if he had just been fished out of the water, and his whole body was ripe within a moment.

"After disinfection, you can start the operation. I promise, you will be my most proud work."

The man was delighted by this reaction. The scalpel flying on his fingertips rotated and jumped on the flames, performing a bloody dance of art and elegance between his slender fingers.

Perhaps because of a short circuit in one of the wires, tiny sparks almost appeared at the ends of the electrodes.

At this moment, the person on the electric chair suddenly trembled forward.

Because his whole body was bound by restraints, the young man could only hang his head after losing strength and falling into coma. Strands of long white hair soaked in sweat hung from his forehead, and the whole body was covered in steam that was so hot that it almost became solid, making him look miserable.

Crystal beads of sweat were still rolling down from his forehead, running along the high bridge of his nose and across the tip of his nose, falling to the ground drop by drop, smearing dark marks.

The doctor raised an eyebrow.

The milky white rubber gloves slowly moved upward along the young man's jawline.

Even if there is a layer of gloves between the two layers of skin, the man's cold fingers can still easily penetrate the texture and bone marrow.

"Is it only to this extent?"

He sighed, showing an expression of lack of interest, and tilted the young man's white hair hanging down at his temples, until the tip of the knife was about to reach his upper eyelids.

"it's a pity."

At the moment when the tip of the knife was suspended in the air and pierced, the young man's drooped head suddenly lifted up. With lightning speed, taking advantage of the close distance between the two of them, they crashed towards the shiny and sharp scalpel.

This is undoubtedly a suicidal act.

Everything happens in a flash of lightning. By the time the doctor subconsciously shifted the handle of the knife, Zongjiu had successfully wrapped the towel in his mouth around the tip of the knife, and the corners of his mouth grew wider and wider.

"Tear-"

After wrapping the tip of the knife in a towel, the remaining part was slashed towards the cheek.

Under the stimulation of the electric current, the red-faced white-haired young man raised his head.

On one side of his cheek, a very fine wound was slowly oozing thick blood. It looked extremely beautiful when matched with the background color of his skin.

The towel stained with saliva slid down the force of the knife tip and rolled to the dusty ground.

Facing the doctor in the white coat's gaze, Zong Jiu responded with a provocative smile and read the key.

Almost in the next second, the surrounding environment changed.

Large areas of peeling walls and surgical tools that were so worn that the paint was peeling off all disappeared, replaced by pale walls and dirty brown glass display walls. The skeleton inside stared at him with hollow eyes. The slender black snake opened its fangs and gracefully swam among the gaps between the corpses soaked in glass bottles.

He came back from a different space thirty years ago.

Zongjiu was lying on the closed electric chair, his chest heaving violently, and he was breathing heavily.

Now everyone in the mental hospital has been dragged to a different space, but the normal space is empty and very safe.

In the silence, the white-haired young man lowered his head, slowly waiting for his arm to regain consciousness.

When he read the key just now, Zongjiu could have chosen to directly change the landing time node to three days later specified by the main system, so that he could immediately become the second person to clear the level following Zhuge An's footsteps.

But Zongjiu didn't.

Not only did he not, he also chose to move forward in time and returned thirty years later.

If you have to find out the reason... of course it's because you can't swallow this breath, smile.

It is not a gentleman to not avenge this kind of hatred, and it is a waste of human beings not to avenge this kind of hatred. He has been bullied. How can this energetic young man endure this?

About a few minutes later, Zong Jiu stood up tremblingly from the electric chair. Under the hissing gaze of the black snake, he dragged his body that was paralyzed by the electric shock and limped around the small room. I walked around the operating room.

Soon, Zong Jiu found the target he was looking for in a corner full of debris.

The white-haired young man bent down with great effort, picked up the heavy hammer from the ground, weighed it twice in his hand, felt the strength of his wrist regaining strength, and showed a satisfied smile.

With a cold face, Zong Jiu walked to the operating table and read the key again.

But in less than a second, the light dimmed again.

The walls are peeling and rust is flying. The transformation between spaces is easily presented to the owner who holds the key to time and space.

God was also favoring Zongjiu. The figure in the white coat happened to be standing next to the electric chair with his back to him. He lowered his head and seemed to be sorting something in the medical box.

The dark operating room was extremely quiet, and Dr. Chu would never have thought that a person would appear out of thin air behind him.

Zong Jiu smiled sadly.

Before the man could react, he raised the hoe in his hand high.

"Boom——"

Give me a hammer!

With the hammer falling, he is once again a good man who eliminates harm for the people. It’s great!

【Hahahahahahahahahahaha】

[The fog grass is so cruel, the back of my head hurts]

[Hahahahahaha I'm sorry, I really laughed like crazy! ! ! 】

Before he read the key for the third time, Zongjiu stepped on the bridge of the nose of the man with gold-rimmed glasses and raised his hand to take the golden black iron box on the table into his arms.

All the backgrounds melted like water and milk, quickly dispersing from the field of vision, and finally turned into blurry and shimmering blocks of color and disappeared.

A cold system prompt sounded.

[Congratulations to trainee Zongjiu for receiving S-level props x 1]

[E-level trainee Zongjiu. Passed successfully]

In another distant darkness, the man sitting in the high-back chair suddenly opened his eyes.

The transparent puppet silk on the slender fingers flew and rotated, passing through the void dimension, and began to slowly recover.

[NPC role-playing mission progress has failed]

[Venue: A-level solo show copy mental hospital]

[Play an NPC role: a perverted psychiatrist with a strange collecting habit]

[Reason for failure: The character loses the ability to move]

...

"I didn't choose to leave the dungeon directly. Instead, I hibernated and came back."

In the dead silence, the man suddenly chuckled.

"interesting."