Thriller Trainee

The man on the old iron bed opened his eyes.

What you see is a pale and yellow ceiling, with signs of dripping water seeping from the corners.

[Beep beep beep...the main system is successfully linked]

[Welcome, E-level thriller trainee Zongjiu]

This is a room with four white walls, no windows, and even a handful of interior decorations.

Zong Jiu lay on his back on the rusty iron bed in the center of the room, covered with a quilt of the same color. There was a cup of cold beer on the iron cabinet on the right.

There was deathly silence all around, and the atmosphere seemed extremely cold in such a cramped environment.

Zongjiu opened his eyes and did not stand up in a hurry. Instead, he quickly digested the information he had obtained in his mind, and compared, analyzed and integrated the information obtained in the original text with the main system explanation.

The first game mode adopts the individual show mode. This means that in this rating competition, there is no teamwork, and there is no need to care about the life or death of others. The participating trainees only need to consider how to better express themselves in this role play and survive until the end of the first game. grade assessment.

The first priority is to survive, and the second is to express yourself as much as possible. Because even if you survive but receive low evaluations from the main system and instructors, you will face the dilemma of being eliminated.

Although the main system talks nicely, there is still a chance of resurrection after being eliminated at a certain level. But Zong Jiu, who has read the original article, knows that the punishment dungeon is not an easy place to enter at all. The death rate listed in the original article when describing the punishment dungeon is as high as 95%, which means that if you lose the punishment dungeon due to level elimination, , basically a death sentence.

As for how to express yourself in the copy and get a higher score, the main system also explained this issue not long ago.

Making a comeback in a dangerous situation, making a strong counterattack when facing a headwind, and making a stunning comeback from a desperate situation... These can all improve the evaluation score. On the contrary, if you are submissive and cower for stability, then your evaluation will naturally not be much higher.

In short, it can be summed up in two words: seeking death.

Or to put it more bluntly, encourage everyone to die.

This kind of behavior made Zong Jiu keenly aware of an unusual and even conspiracy atmosphere.

It's a pity that he didn't read the original text, otherwise he would have known it completely.

Zongjiu sighed inwardly and tilted his head.

Facing one side of the bed was a shabby iron cabinet.

Through the shadowy and peeling reflection of the iron cabinet, he could clearly see what he looked like now.

She has white hair and light pink eyes. She is wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown with the buttons neatly buttoned in front. Her limbs are pale and slender, blending into the pale wall behind her, like an exquisite large doll.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the blue letter E hanging on his chest.

Zongjiu looked at it for a while and then closed his eyes again and opened his ID card in his mind.

The information on the ID card is very concise. It only shows the identity of this person. He is a seventeen-year-old albino boy with autism. He is usually taciturn. The time of admission is shown as this morning. It is exactly the same as the original text, without any difference.

After a moment of silence and making sure there were no other sounds around, the young man finally rolled over from the bed.

It was obviously a smooth movement, but due to the severe dizziness and weakness of the limbs, it was forced to drag, with an indescribable lag.

His body was tampered with.

Zongjiu bent his arms, pressed a few times, and came to the conclusion——

I had taken psychotropic sedatives before, about six to eight hours ago, and there was still residual drug power in my blood.

He tightened his fingers hard and stiffly picked up the water glass on the iron table.

It was difficult for him to use his hands originally, and after adding a layer of medicine, he couldn't even lift a water glass. Helpless, Zongjiu had no choice but to go over and take a look.

The water cup is an ordinary stainless steel water cup. If you look closely, you can see that there is a thick layer of scale on the outside of the cup wall. It looks like it has been used for a long time.

Under the water cup, a line of small blood-red characters was engraved on the bottom of the cup.

xxx City Mental Hospital.

At the same time, the cold system prompt sounded again in the empty and narrow ward.

[The first solo show of the horror trainees begins, located at sub-venue No. 13: Mental Hospital]

[Main mission: Survive for three days. Extra task: Find out the existence in this personal show that is different from other people’s ID cards]

[If the main mission fails, you will be eliminated directly. Extra tasks are non-mandatory tasks. If successful, the level evaluation coefficient will be doubled. If failed, there will be no impact]

[Attention, the 360-degree panoramic camera with no blind spots has been turned on, and all trainees have entered the full live broadcast state]

When the time came, the live broadcast room, which had been dark just now, suddenly lit up, and the huge words "Horror Trainee" in the center were extremely conspicuous.

The survivors who had been waiting outside for a long time cheered and swarmed in.

It’s no wonder that the survivors are so enthusiastic, because this is the first time that Infinite Loop has held such an entertaining and people-friendly competition.

As soon as they came in, they rushed to the live broadcast room of the highest-ranked trainees. No one would spend time paying attention to an E-level transparent person like Zongjiu.

Zong Jiu glanced at the number of people in the live broadcast room who were still at zero, withdrew from consciousness, raised his eyes and looked around.

The general room was only a few square meters in size, with an iron bed, an iron cabinet, and an iron cup. They were all rusty, drab and shabby, and looked extremely empty.

Obviously, this place is only for mental patients to rest and does not provide washing or showering functions.

Directly in front of the iron bed is an iron door.

The iron door was covered with dark yellow rust that was about to peel off. There was no lock or door handle. There was only a glass window opened on the iron door, facing the head of the bed. A visiting doctor or nurse can easily monitor a patient's condition from the outside.

There was no door handle or lock on the door, both of which were outside the door. It can be locked from the outside, and people inside cannot open the door themselves.

Patients have no human rights, especially those with mental illness.

Apart from that, the only thing that Zong Jiu cared about was the dense numbers on the other wall.

At this moment, there was a clicking sound of unlocking from outside the old door.

The next moment, the twisted iron door was opened easily.

"Squeak——"

The cold wind blew in from deep in the corridor.

The owner of the face is a woman with a cold expression and mediocre appearance, wearing a slightly yellowish white nurse uniform. When her eyes fell on the smiling Zong Jiu, the deep-seated indifference and alienation still showed no sign of relief.

It's not like looking at a person, but like looking at an object.

She said coldly: "On the 12th, it's dinner time. The restaurant is upstairs, you can go there by yourself."

Zongjiu didn't say anything, and he played the role of an autistic young man dutifully.

The nurse ignored him, opened the other door next to her, and shouted the same sentence inside, except that the number 13 was changed at the beginning. After saying that, without waiting for a response, he turned around and walked deeper downstairs with the lamp in his hand.

The corridor was very dark, so dark that it was impossible to see what was underneath. Even if there is a lamp with a weak light, it is still difficult to illuminate the deep darkness at the corner of the stairs. Only the yellowed to rusty iron plates and the incomplete steps dripping with water can be vaguely seen.

Zong Jiu curled his lips. He didn't stay where he was, or even glanced at the ward No. 14 next to him, and walked up the stairs.

Unexpectedly, although the ward was very dirty and full of dirt, the restaurant was surprisingly clean.

Light blue tiles were plastered all around and on the ground. One by one, everyone came to the window with iron plates and lined up to eat. The atmosphere was solemn, giving people a cold and depressing feeling.

There were already a lot of people sitting in the restaurant, and they were all wearing the same hospital gown as Zong Jiu.

It's easy to tell which trainees are horror trainees because each trainee's level is firmly displayed on their chest. Obviously, except for the trainees, no other NPCs can see this badge.

Perhaps to better promote the plot, almost all the people in the restaurant now are patients with name tags.

Before Zong Jiu walked in, the atmosphere in the restaurant was a bit strange.

But as soon as he entered, he attracted most of the attention.

The white-haired boy in a hospital gown walked slowly, with strands of long white hair flowing down from his shoulders, like a piece of moonlight hanging in the night sky, carrying a cool silvery glow in the dark ward. Brilliant.

His deep side face flickers in the gaps between his hair, just like Adonis, the most beloved young boy in ancient Greek mythology, Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty. He has a charm that is breathtaking and transcends gender, even if he has nothing. Even if you do it, you can easily become the focus of everyone's attention.

There was also an explosion in the thriller live broadcast room, and the audience in other trainee live broadcast rooms screamed one by one.

【Mist grass! This is someone who is serious about participating in the talent show. His looks are simply amazing. He’s even prettier than the Son of God. Oh my god! 】

[I lick, lick, lick, I lick to burst! I finally understand what it means to be beautiful and delicious! 】

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh on this face I'm sure! Which live broadcast room is this little brother in? I’ll go there right now! 】

Of course, in the thick barrage of sentiments about appearance, there are also naysayers.

[Okay, okay, this is not an entertainment talent show in the real world where you only need to be good-looking and be able to sing and dance to make your debut. Ours is a horror trainee program in an infinite world. Just looking at faces is of no use. 】

[That is, an E-level newcomer who looks like a weak girl will probably not survive the first level. Tsk. 】

[What’s the use of being good-looking? This branch has not only Boss Zhuge, but also Boss Shengzi. Don’t they look good? 】

"He's an E-level newcomer."

On the other long table, He Jianlan, who was observing, turned around again and said, "She is quite good-looking."

Qin Ye picked up the wilted green vegetables on the iron plate in front of him with chopsticks that were almost flattened, and said with a worried expression, "If you are in this mood, you might as well go and observe Zhuge An and Vincent."

"Vincent didn't come to the restaurant at all. He probably wanted to take advantage of him."

He Jianlan's eyes swept across the back row without trace, "Zhuge An is still sitting there."

They are old people. Qin has experienced more than a dozen dungeons and is rated A. Although He Jianlan is B-level, he is also a high-ranking B-level, only a few steps away from A-level.

"There are already two S-levels, three A-levels, and more than a dozen other E-level and F-level newcomers."

He Jianlan didn't finish his words, but both of them knew it in their hearts.

The dungeons in the infinite loop are also divided into difficulty levels. The fewer people there are, the less difficult the dungeon will be. If the difficulty is higher, the relative number of people will also increase.

"...I care more about Zhuge An than Vincent."

Qin also raised his head and looked across the crowd to the person at the end.

The handsome man with disheveled black hair was sitting there with a cold expression. From a distance, he looked like an ancient painting slowly unfolding.

The only difference is the eye-catching S-class mark on his chest, with a small three on it.

Among tens of thousands of horror trainees, there are only ten S-level ones. They sat on the highest throne in the studio, overlooking all living beings.

Zhuge An, on the other hand, is another high-ranking S-ranker, ranked No. 3 in the initial evaluation of the main system.

There are many big names in the endless cycle of survivors, and the most terrifying one among them is so scary that just saying his name makes people fear him.

Zhuge An's name is also among these big names. He is famous for his supreme resourcefulness and his wisdom, which is close to that of a monster. It can be said that he has no omissions and no one dares to underestimate him.

He Jianlan knew this very well. If the "different trainee" mentioned in the random mission is Zhuge An, I'm afraid they won't be able to resist at all.

He thought about it and couldn't think of any way to resist.

"Since it's not a necessary mission, it doesn't matter if it fails. Let's take precautions first. If we can't afford to offend him, we can't afford to hide."

It's always good to be on guard. The most important thing is that the two of them are A-level and B-level, and they don't dare to provoke an S-level.

That's S level, the top ten among tens of thousands of horror trainees!

Even if you step back ten thousand steps, if you have to provoke an S-class other than No. 1, you would rather provoke the other eight than this person with unpredictable methods.

Not only them, the atmosphere among other old people is also a little strange.

The root of all problems still lies in the random tasks issued by the main system.

There has never been such a situation in the history of Infinite Loop. The dungeons they experienced were all team-type dungeons, and there were rewards for supporting newcomers. It was rare for two teams to meet in the dungeon, and there were even more conflicts between them. many. After all, the iron law of the infinite cycle is that human beings will always succumb to ghosts. If there is also the iron law of internal cannibalism, I am afraid that there will not be many survivors left.

But now, this mission has broken this boundary. Just like the horror trainees, from the moment the rules were announced, they knew that one day they might kill each other in the future.

But fortunately, you have to survive until then, so you don’t have to think so much ahead.

After the old lady who cooked rice finished using the colander technique, Zongjiu walked to the corner with the iron plate and started to solve the problem quietly alone.

The food here can't be said to be delicious, nor can it be said to be unpalatable. It can be seen to the naked eye that the hospital treats these mental patients perfunctorily, but having food is definitely better than having no food at all.

The effects of the drugs remaining in the body began to fade, and after the nerve endings were restored, the stiffness of the hands was slightly better, but the movements were still sluggish, with an obvious sense of disharmony.

Zongjiu had already turned a blind eye.

Although he underwent numerous surgeries in the years after the car accident, his hands were still unable to return to normal levels. At the worst time, it was difficult to even move. But now, thanks to his perseverance in training, he is able to take care of himself.

The cold light without any warmth was projected from the top of the restaurant, and the reflection of the iron plate reflected the young man's light pink eyes.

So far, although there have been many changes in the plot, it is still generally within the scope of Zong Jiu's knowledge.

But soon it wasn't.

Because...it is less than two hours before the death of the original owner in the plot!