10. Chapter 10

Dr. Chu had no intention of lowering his voice when he said this, and many trainees who were about to leave the operating room heard it.

He Jianlan turned back suddenly, his eyes undisguisedly wandering between the white-haired young man and the doctor in the white coat.

Not only him, but even Messiah looked over with a little surprise, with worry in his azure eyes.

No one knew what the "examination" in the mouth of this dangerous doctor meant, and why he suddenly named Zong Jiu to go first.

But there was no doubt that Zong Jiu had no room to refuse.

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

In the copy of the horror movie, the survivors were at the bottom of the food chain. Not only did they have to avoid those unknown "good friends", but they also could not harm NPCs, otherwise not only would the copy score not increase, but it would be deducted.

It was not that there were no teams that wanted to do this before. Relying on their special props and special physique, they killed a key NPC in the dungeon, which resulted in the collapse of the subsequent dungeon main plot. In the end, everyone received an "F" rating from the main system when the dungeon was settled, and the whole team was wiped out.

This made the power of the dungeon NPC unprecedentedly strong, especially in this one-man show mental hospital.

Since they entered the dungeon, they had to follow the rules of the dungeon. People who don't follow the rules usually don't have a good end.

"Queue up, one by one."

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

In a moment, there were only two people left in the huge operating room.

The black snake hanging upside down on the light tube hissed and spit out its tongue, and its cold snake eyes like obsidian stared at the white without blinking.

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

He had not forgotten the setting of the autistic boy on his ID card, and now he was playing this role perfectly, trying not to be discovered by this NPC who looked difficult to deal with.

In his eyes, he was just stepping on the edge of the elongated black shadow, as if standing at the fateful moment of a grin.

The leather shoes were approaching.

He stepped over the danger zone.

The shadow completely enveloped him.

Then, the man slowly took off his left glove, pinched Zong Jiu's chin with his cold hand, and half-forcedly lifted the young man's face.

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

Only when you get closer will you find that he has an amazing personality charm, sharp and sharp, with a thick sense of disobedience.

He stared at the pair of light pink eyes, half in amazement and half meaningfully.

"Look, a rare autistic patient with albinism."

Zong Jiu, who was stared at so directly by him, did not move at all, not even a trace of reaction.

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

His beautiful face without a single flaw was numb and indifferent, and his thin lips were slightly pursed, beautiful like an exquisite puppet in a doll shop, beautiful but lacking soul.

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

The scalpel rotated on the knuckles, cutting the dim light.

"Sh ... The bullet screen in Zongjiu's live broadcast room exploded, and the number of people online increased almost exponentially.

[Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, this doctor is a modern male bodhisattva! ]

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

[Wow, who can withstand such a beauty attack! I just ask! Who else! ]

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

[As expected of the number one appearance of the horror trainee... It's amazing, my hand has already started to take screenshots uncontrollably]

The man's eyes hidden behind the gold-rimmed glasses were dark and dark, like an abyss.

"So beautiful..."

The doctor behind the lenses looked at this scene in amazement, Cheng Liang's scalpel flew back to his pocket, and he pulled out a long ice cone from the box behind him again.

The trainee standing guard at 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 of Dr. Chu stabbing the ice cone into the newcomer's eye socket without hesitation. They couldn't help but swallow their saliva for the next treatment, and their legs were a little weak.

Unexpectedly, the ice cone did not pierce anyone's eye socket.

It fell on the delicate skin like mutton-fat jade, and a drop of melted ice water spread out.

The doctor was satisfied to see the young man's beautiful upper body instinctively shudder when it suddenly touched the skin.

"Let me check it carefully."

The man's movements did not stop, and the tip of the tip with a cold light slid like a dragonfly touching the water, wandering on the pale drawing paper like a paintbrush, trying to apply different colors.

The temperature of humans is naturally much higher than that of ice cones. The melted ice cones left a string of crystal water marks on the body, sliding down along the texture of the skin, and dripping into the waist.

Under such cold and stinging torture, the white-haired young man's eyelashes moved slightly.

His chin was still tightly pinched by the doctor, and he couldn't move at all.

The young man looked indifferent, and the arc of his slender neck raised like a dying white swan, fragile and with a fatal beauty, making the man's eyes darker and darker, and no light could be seen.

"Speak, don't you have autism?"

The fingers holding the chin pressed harder and harder, almost pressing bruises.

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

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

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

In order to complete more dangerous challenges and get more survival points for his own treatment, he paid too much. This is selling his body and exposing himself openly, which has a bad impact.

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

Zong Jiu kept his eyes blankly staring at 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 ice cone frontal lobe surgery, it still took a long time.

Maybe Zong Jiu's silence finally made the man feel bored.

He turned back along the white-haired young man's line of sight and smiled meaningfully, "Are you interested in that black iron box?"

"That box once contained a very interesting little thing, but 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 had his back to them and was a distance away, so he couldn't see clearly what happened.

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

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

However, before Zong Jiu could react, Dr. Chu suddenly released his hand that was shackled on his jaw.

"But, there is no doubt."

His voice was low and seductive, "I will find it back, from now, not in the past."

The hand wearing a white glove tapped the young man's vague clavicle.

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

The friction of the rough fabric surface made the skin uncomfortable. With just a little force, the pale skin showed glaring red marks, like plum blossoms falling on snow, extremely abrupt.

They were too close, so close that Zong Jiu could easily smell the disinfectant and rust around the white coat.

There was even a kind of condescending, as if the superior was high above.

A gentleman's revenge is never too late.

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

He hated people looking at him like this the most.

The doctor played with it for a while, then suddenly leaned over, leaned close to his ear, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear——

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

The light pink pupils flashed an arc of light quickly.

After saying this, the doctor put his hands in his pockets, straightened up again, and regained his cynical and contemptuous smile on his face.

"The examination is completed. Your body is very healthy, but your mental illness is serious."

He waved his hand casually, "Let's talk about the rest tomorrow."

"Yes, Mr. Chu."

The nurse immediately took out a new hospital gown for Zong Jiu to put on. They pulled the young man's slender arm and drove him and other trainees out of the operating room.

With such a casual attitude, Zong Jiu suspected that the other party was coming for him.

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

Zong Jiu glanced at his grabbed arm, and with the help of the sight and the crowd, his other hand reached out to the nurse in front of him without leaving a trace.

"Bang--"

The heavy iron door was heavily closed.

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

The whole room fell into eternal darkness, outlining the white coat. Inseparable, natural, as if it was born this way.

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

[This doctor is too awesome! ]

[My God, this level of danger must be the boss of this dungeon]

[No wonder this dungeon has S-level props, which are not found in the venues of other live broadcast rooms next door. Think about it, this venue looks ordinary, but there are two S-levels, one No. 3 and one No. 7. According to the nature of the main system, I guess this dungeon may really be on the edge of an S-level dungeon...]

[Wait, what the above person said does make some sense. Otherwise, how can we explain that other venues don't have S-level props, but this dungeon has them? 】

【Damn, if your guess is true, then wouldn't it be... for all the newcomers in this copy (点蜡.jpg)(点蜡.jpg)(点蜡.jpg)】

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Zong Jiu is very concerned about Dr. Chu's clue about the S-level props.

There is an integer between three and four.

There is no doubt that this sentence is completely unworkable to explain with mathematics alone. This existence does not count at all and is a false proposition.

But since it was said by an important NPC, it has become meaningful even if it seems meaningless. In other words, this clue must be true in the current copy.

Zong Jiu suspects that this sentence is not only about the mysterious S-level props, but is even closely related to the main line of this copy.

Decades ago, it happened to be able to compare the tattered newspaper clippings they found in the reading room. At that time, the mental hospital was still a wartime military base, and it was also the source of the weirdness of this hospital.

But if the equation is true, what would that mysterious integer be? What happened decades ago? What kind of S-level item was in that black iron box? What is its connection with the main plot of this copy?

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

When he came back to his senses from his thoughts, he was surrounded by trainees.

The trainees' eyes flashed with greed, and their expressions when they looked at him were full of suspicion, jealousy and covetousness, which was so ugly that it was disgusting.

"Hey, we have called you for a long time, why don't you respond?"

"What did the doctor tell you? Why don't you answer when we ask you?"

"Do you want to embezzle it? Obviously, everyone found the clues together. I tell you, whoever sees it will get a share!"

Zong Jiu: "..."

He reasonably suspected that the neurotic doctor did it on purpose.

Even if Zong Jiu was not pleasing to all three sides, it would obviously take some time to fall into the current situation.

But the appearance of Dr. Chu disrupted all of Zong Jiu's plans, making it impossible for him to get all the information from the Holy Son this morning and then get out of here unscathed.

What a dog.

Zong Jiu cursed in his heart, raising his eyebrows lazily.

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

"Is this the attitude of begging people?"

The others were stunned.

Their impression of this white-haired man was that he was beautiful and taciturn. At this moment, seeing that he had obtained the clue of the S-level prop, they were trying to coerce and induce him to get the words out, but they didn't expect that this E-level man would be so tough and directly speak back. For a moment, the people who were chattering just now were silent.

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