Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 136

It seems that this dungeon should be a mental hospital.

The straitjacket was completely unable to break free from the inside, and Wen Jianyan quickly gave up trying.

He turned his head and looked outside the iron railing.

It was pitch black in the field of vision, and the vehicles filled with stench and meaningless noise swayed forward in the night, completely unable to see the way ahead.

Wen Jianyan withdrew his gaze and looked around in the car.

Since his body and neck were firmly fixed, his field of vision was very narrow, and he couldn't see the whole car clearly, and he couldn't tell who was his teammate.

I thought yellow hair would be the easiest to spot, but...

Wen Jianyan swept around the hairs of various colors in the distance, and couldn't help sighing.

Unexpectedly, in this car, the number of black hair will be the least.

As time passed, after the vibration of the engine, the bus stopped slowly and the doors opened.

Laughing, babbling, yelling and shouting, the mental patients in restraint uniforms were dragged up from their seats one by one, and driven out of the car like livestock.

Wen Jianyan followed the flow of people and walked under the bus.

In the thick ink-like night, an old gray-white building appeared in front of us. It was a pointed Gothic building with a huge cross on top. It is covered with creepers, and each window is extremely narrow, sealed tightly with mottled iron railings.

Soon, the mentally ill were herded into the building.

Wen Jianyan was pushed forward, and while walking, he quickly analyzed the current situation in his mind.

This dungeon is very different from the previous dungeons.

First of all, as mental patients, their range of activities and things they can touch are all very limited, and it is almost impossible to use mobile phones like the previous copies.

That is to say, whether it is point exchange or copy form, there may be some changes.

Through the entrance, the hall is spacious and gloomy, with an unpleasant smell of disinfectant in the air.

Not far away, you can see a long, dark corridor and an activity room at the end of the corridor.

Lively and lively music wafted out from between the iron railings, and through the narrow gaps, many figures in blue and white hospital uniforms could be seen.

Someone stood tightly against the iron railing, the flesh on his face was squeezed deeply, his deformed and crazy eyes fell on the slowly moving team, and he let out a creepy laugh.

"Damn, this is too infiltrating."

An anchor walking beside Wen Jianyan said in a low voice, looking away with lingering fear.

Wen Jianyan glanced at him calmly.

According to what he has observed now, there are quite a few anchors in this dungeon. Among the mental patients transported from the bus this time, the anchors accounted for almost half, otherwise the team would not have progressed so smoothly.

A person who looked like the head nurse came out, her face was flat and dull, her eyes were dull, she glanced at the new patient in front of her in a hurry, and then said:

"Send it for cleaning first, and register after you come out."

"Clean? Is this going to let us take a shower?" one anchor muttered.

"should be."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

There is always a sense of foreboding.

Mental patients in straitjackets stripped off their clothes in batches, and were pushed forcefully and brutally into the bathroom.

The wall tiles in the washroom are peeling off, the sewage is flowing under the feet, the facilities inside are pitiful, the cubicle is so narrow that it is almost impossible to turn around, the cold water is pumped from the high-pressure nozzle, and the nurses aim at each body, brutally and brutally clean.

Wen Jianyan clenched her teeth, turned her head slightly, and endured the pain of the strong water washing on her skin.

The intense jet of water left cruel red marks on his fair skin, and the jet of water trickled down from his wet black hair, making him look extraordinarily embarrassed.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"!!"

"My god, this dungeon...is really great!"

"Damn it, I'm going to hate Nightmare's Harmony System at this time!!"

"Why can't the camera go down, why!"

After the rude "cleaning", everyone was assigned a blue and white striped mental hospital uniform. Wen Jianyan put it on as quickly as possible. Into the cracks of the clothes—although the outside is wearing restraint clothes, the clothes inside are still the ones the anchors were wearing when they entered the dungeon.

When she was stripped off her straitjacket, Wen Jianyan took out the mirror fragments from her pocket as fast as she could, and quietly hid them in her palm.

After all, this item cannot be stored in the system backpack. If it is lost, there is really nowhere to find it.

Wet patients lined up in a row, trembling and walking towards the washroom under the supervision of nurses holding electric batons.

Wen Jianyan took the opportunity to turn her head and glance.

Soon, two familiar figures appeared within sight.

The closest thing to him is the yellow hair, his yellow hair has turned brown after being soaked, and it sticks to his face softly, looking like a poor dog in the water.

He has the best eyesight, and it is obvious that he has seen where Wen Jianyan is. When he saw Wen Jianyan looking over, Huangmao's eyes lit up. Yan had no doubt that he would jump up and wave to him.

And seven or eight meters behind Huangmao...

It's Su Cheng.

He lowered his head and followed the team slowly, his pale face was blocked by his wet hair, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly.

Wen Jianyan frowned slightly.

The head nurse just now appeared in front of everyone again with a folder in hand.

She registered as she walked, and read everyone's number in a dull tone, and the nurse who followed him would distribute the bracelet representing the number to each patient:

"...Number 039, paranoid schizophrenia."

"Number 040, gender inversion."

"Number 041, manic depression."

"Number 043,"

The nurse stopped in front of Wen Jianyan, stared coldly and numbly at him for a moment, and said, "Mentally retarded."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"hahahahahahahaha!"

"Flourishing and in a trance, I laughed so hard, **** **** mentally handicapped!"

"Hahahahahahaha, it is reasonable to suspect that the dungeon is out to retaliate!"

"Laughing so hard that I'm in a trance!"

The nurse came forward and put a paper bracelet on Wen Jianyan's wrist, with his serial number and mental illness printed on it.

The moment the bracelet was put on, a familiar system sound sounded in Wen Jianyan's ears:

"Welcome the anchor to enter the A-level dungeon [Ping An Special Nursing Home], this dungeon is a point-accumulation non-time-limited dungeon!"

Accumulation of points?

Wen Jianyan was startled, searching for related memories in his mind.

Although he has not experienced this type of dungeon before, he still knows the general mechanism of this kind of dungeon during this period of understanding.

A series of missions will be released randomly in the dungeon, there is no distinction between the main line and the branch line, but the point rewards are different. After completing the task, points will be accumulated, and the level will be automatically cleared after a certain amount of points has been accumulated.

Choose an easy task to pass the level slowly, and choose a difficult task to pass the level faster.

"The accumulated task points reach 10,000 points, and you can pass the level."

The paper wristband flickered, and several lines of densely packed small characters emerged.

【Identify card】

Life: Wen Jianyan

Age: 24

Occupation: Signed anchor of Nightmare Live Studio

Related plot: Due to mental retardation, he was sent to Ping An Special Nursing Home for inpatient treatment

[Survival time allocation completed]

The blood-red countdown begins: 【5:00:00】

In the next second, Wen Jianyan saw a small task bar appear on the edge of his vision.

[The primary task has been released: go to the ward you are assigned to]

As a mildly mentally handicapped patient, Wen Jianyan was no longer put on a restraint uniform. He followed the team in a low-key manner and came to the single ward on the third floor.

"Crunch—"

The rusty iron door was closed behind Wen Jianyan with a bang.

The moment he stepped into the ward, a familiar system prompt sounded in his ears:

【Ding! Congratulations to the anchor for completing the task: go to the ward to which he was assigned

Reward points: 200]

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes thoughtfully.

The primary task is fast, but according to the accumulative rate of points, I don't know when it will be possible to complete the task accumulation of 10,000 points.

After completing the first task, the taskbar is updated again:

[Junior task released: rest overnight in the ward]

[Intermediate task has been released: rest overnight in the confinement room]

At this moment, Wen Jianyan heard a loud voice coming through the iron door, he was slightly startled, turned around and came to the door, and looked out through the narrow window on the door.

It seems that a mental patient has gone mad and is trying to **** the electric baton from the nurse's hands, and the corridor is in chaos.

Shouts, laughter, footsteps, and screams mixed together, fermenting in the narrow and dim corridor.

"Zizizi—"

The sound of electric current sounded.

The mentally ill person who created the chaos went limp and staggered to the ground.

The moment she saw the other person's face, Wen Jianyan's heart tightened.

The guy who snatched the nurse's weapon...

It was Su Cheng!

Su Cheng's eyes turned white, his mouth was crooked, a sedative was injected into his neck, and he was lying limply on the ground.

"Sent to the confinement room."

The head nurse straightened her messy clothes and ordered coldly.

Grass.

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth.

This time I can be 100% sure, it is definitely the ghost of the gang of Shenyu—

There is simply no easier and quicker way to kill a person than to let the host enter the dungeon and die.

"Hey, hello!"

Wen Jianyan slapped the iron door vigorously with his palm, trying to attract the attention of those people.

He slammed the door with his legs, showing a very aggressive and crazy side, trying to let himself be locked in: "I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy! Take me away if you have the ability!"

"Bang!"

The nurse slammed on the door with the end of the electric baton: "Be quiet."

They carried the limp Su Cheng and continued to walk forward.

Watching their backs that were about to drift away, Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth fiercely.

Damn, this is not going to work. With Su Cheng's current state, if he is carried into the confinement room, he will definitely die.

At this moment, the picture I saw before flashed across my mind—

There is a cross hanging in the middle of the hall.

This Christian ornament hangs around the nurse's neck.

"Number 040, gender inversion."

When he said this, a trace of obvious disgust flashed across the face of the stiff-faced nurse.

"..."

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes.

He knew that in the last century, homosexuality was used as a name for mental illness for a period of time, and it was called "gender inversion".

After a brief silence, he raised his voice again:

"Hey, that handsome black-haired guy in front, your **** is so upturned, it must be big underneath too?"

The nurse paused, turned her head and looked this way, her expression twisted in disgust.

There is drama.

The corner of Wen Jianyan's mouth curled up.

"Don't you know? I like men."

Wen Jianyan pressed his whole body against the iron door, leaning his side face against the cold iron railing, with the tails of his eyes upturned, and the amber eyeballs shone with a strange light in the intertwined light and dark:

"Want to come and have fun?"

"Kangdang."

The limp Su Cheng was rudely thrown to the ground, and two nurses came over with gloomy faces, raised the electric batons and stabbed them between the railings: "Shut up, unless you want to suffer too."

"Can't you understand what I'm saying?"

The young man laughed.

He raised his eyes, circled his slender index finger and thumb, and slid up and down on the electric baton suggestively.

"Then let me explain clearly."

Wen Jianyan leaned over, his eyes were burning with fire, which was both a temptation and a provocation.

He has a soft voice, and his words are correct, but his words are so rude to the point of vulgarity: "I like a man's dick///bah."