12. Chapter 12

Ten o'clock.

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

The clocks in this hospital are very interesting. The clocks are only hung on the wall in the restaurant and at the staircase between floors, but they have no second hand, only hour hand and minute hand. And the minute hand will only move one step every five minutes.

This causes the minute hand to freeze at that moment for five minutes after each step, and will not move again until the next five minutes. When it has moved twelve small grids, it is the time when the hour hand advances.

The pupils of the white-haired young man sank slightly.

This reminds Zong Jiu of something not too big or small.

Last night, he walked from the reading room on the first floor to the toilet on the first floor, ready 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, Zong Jiu 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 was just that everyone left the restaurant at 8:30 last night, and after reading materials in the reading room for a while, it was almost 10 o'clock, so the time in the stairwell last night did not attract much attention from Zong Jiu.

But today was different.

They finished breakfast at exactly 8 o'clock, and even if they were delayed in the operating room on the first floor for a while, the probability of delaying until 10 o'clock was not high.

Add to that the two extra stairs that inexplicably appeared...

Zong Jiu did not believe that there were such coincidences in the world, especially in this personal show copy.

The appearance of two ten o'clock must mean something, and there was a piece of information that Zong Jiu did not know.

He was now standing at the end of this staircase, and behind his left hand was a dark and winding staircase leading to the second floor. Facing him was the corridor on the first floor, and the stairwell behind him flickered in the light. The whole surroundings were filled with an indescribable sense of disharmony.

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

What's more interesting is that the iron door on the first floor had changed.

The rusty door is now as new as new, and even the glass windows embedded in each door panel are wiped clean, as if they have just been replaced, flashing a cold light.

Not only Zong Jiu, but also the audience watching his live broadcast room found something wrong.

[Oh my god, I am just a flash, how come the door in front of me suddenly becomes new, sluggish.jpg]

[Wait, what is going on, is it pulled into a different dimension? After all, this copy has already told us in such a hardcore way that its upper limit is very high...]

[Usually, when this happens in a horror movie copy, it is going to be a failure. I told you, why did you break up with the Son of God? You don't want to hug such a big golden thigh, but you have to kill yourself. Wu Yuzi, you are really a newcomer who is not afraid of tigers. You have such a good-looking face, but you didn't expect it to be a vase]

The white-haired young man did not act rashly.

He didn't even move forward, but squatted on the spot and rubbed the ground with his slender fingers.

When Zong Jiu raised his hand, it was already stained with a layer of fine ash, like something that had been left for a long time.

In addition, Zong Jiu also found some unknown existence on the ground. For example, crystals scattered after the glass was broken, and blank pages scattered by the wall that no one cared about.

This is very strange, because these things should not appear here, they should appear in a building that has been abandoned for many years.

When he accurately determined that there was a problem here, even the lights in the stairwell became dimmer.

Zong Jiu untied another hairband wrapped around his arm and held the ballpoint pen in his hand as a temporary weapon.

The lights in the corridor on the underground first floor were completely extinguished, and at this moment, only a thick fog-like darkness could be seen.

He pressed his back against the wall, and under the stunned eyes of the people in the barrage, he not only did not turn back to walk towards the lighted stairwell, but slowly moved towards the depths of the corridor on the underground first floor.

[Fuck, is he going to die? At this time, he didn't turn around and run, and walked towards a dark place? ]

[My God, what is Ajiu doing? There is no light in the corridor. It is so dark. What if he encounters an accident?]

[An E-level rookie, who doesn't even have special props, dares to be so reckless? ? ?]

[Damn, he doesn't even want to die like this...]

Obviously, after Zong Jiu and the old men had a hard fight, the audience in the live broadcast room generally did not have a good impression of his prospects.

In such a situation where the difficulty level is clear, giving up his own advantages and being alone, isn't it shooting himself in the foot?

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

Zong Jiu didn't know what these onlookers thought. Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't care much. He wished he could complete a few more dangerous challenges to earn points.

The white-haired young man walked steadily to the left of the underground first floor step by step, sticking to the wall.

On the right side of the underground first floor is the confinement room, and at the end of the left is the restroom. There are wards on only one side of the corridor, and the other side is all pale walls, which also facilitates Zong Jiu's movements.

The end of his straight walk was exactly where the toilet was.

The young man was very cautious, and he would stop every few steps, just like the patient, agile and sensitive cheetah on the African savannah, with his ears erected, quietly listening to the movements in the dark, patiently looking for his own hunting opportunity.

The short line of road 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 the direction he was in. He could not see anything in his field of vision.

But for the live broadcast effect, the images seen by the audience in the live broadcast room were 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 beside the white-haired young man, and even reacted faster than Zong Jiu, the owner with obstructed 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 wasn't afraid after watching the live broadcast, but now I find that this is obviously much more terrifying than going to the dungeon myself! ! ]

[Ah, woo, woo, woo, woo, this is an S-level copy. Such a pretty face, I don't want him to die! Why is Ah Jiu so careless, he cried out]

[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, remember to kick me]

[Everyone send more barrages, I am not afraid of barrages to save my life at the critical moment 55555555]

After his shoulder touched another hard wall, the barrages collectively breathed a sigh of relief.

It took Zong Jiu almost ten minutes to walk this short distance.

Fortunately, at least it was calm along the way 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 in the other hand, and began to move vertically along the right-angle 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 didn't rush in. He stuck close to the wall, always paying attention to 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 it turned out that he wanted to go to the toilet. I was really confused]

[Are you kidding me! What happened in this toilet last night, has he forgotten it (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 an ordinary trainee, but it's less interesting and fun. People like to see exciting things. Zong Jiu showed enough excitement, and what he played with was the heartbeat, which naturally attracted a large number of fans.

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

Unlike usual, the pungent smell of disinfectant in the bathroom was gone. Instead, there was a strong and 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 an electric chair service.

But fortunately, his magician's hands were very steady. If he couldn't do anything else, he could still do something sneaky. Just now, he turned around and took this from the nurse.

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

The barrage of comments exclaimed.

[What the hell is this box of matches? Mental hospitals still 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. How come I didn't notice that he got the matches! ]

The flames that sprang up dispelled the darkness around and gradually revealed the true appearance of the bathroom.

The illumination range of a small cluster of firelight is really limited. Fortunately, Zong Jiu didn't experience the horror routine of seeing a female ghost hanging headfirst in front of him as soon as he opened the match.

...Well, but it's not much better.

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

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

There is no doubt that this is the body of the glasses that Messiah and others have been unable to find.

No wonder they can'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 a match and approached the broken neck of the corpse by the sink to take a closer look.

The match was not long. After a moment, the flame flickered and went out 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 you are not careful, you will be separated from your head in a minute.

Zong Jiu didn't intend to delay, but just when he turned around-

"Bang."

A faint footstep came from behind him to the right.

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

His movements were very fast, and even brought a swift wind sound in the air.

However, the other party was faster than him.

Almost at the moment when Zong Jiu made a move, the man in the dark turned his palm into a knife and slashed at his wrist fiercely.

This slash was merciless, using 100% of his strength, probably prepared in advance.

One careless move, the ballpoint pen fell.

He was a martial artist.

After just one fight, Zong Jiu got this information.

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

If Zong Jiu's hand was still intact, he might be able to hit him twice more. But unfortunately, his hand was not as flexible as before, and he could only barely use the muscles of his arm to relieve the force.

"You are not my opponent."

After a few moves, the man in the dark suddenly spoke, "What's more, your hand is injured."

The man raised his hand in a Tai Chi move, and his rough palm easily grabbed the slender wrist of the white-haired young man from the air.

But Zong Jiu suddenly stopped his action.

He remembered this magnetic and cold voice of contempt.

Back then, in the horror trainee studio, it was this voice that asked questions to the main system under the eyes of tens of thousands of people. But from the questioning, it can be seen that the speaker is thoughtful and comprehensive, and has won a lot of valuable information for other trainees.

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

"Something is coming."

Not only the mysterious man, but even Zong Jiu heard the noise in the corridor in the distance.

He and the other party almost subconsciously looked at each other in the dark, and then flashed into the toilet cubicle at the same time.

The toilet cubicle was narrow and cramped, and there was very limited space to stand, let alone two grown men. But now the situation is critical, and they can't care so much, so they have to stand there.

He quickly locked the lock, and when the rotating lock made a slight sound in the air, the whole bathroom returned to silence again.

Neither of them spoke, and their bodies were extremely tense in the dark.

"Dong-dong-dong-dong"

After about three minutes, the noise in the corridor became louder and louder.

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

Because of the pitch-black darkness, their hearing was increased to an incredible sharpness.

For example, at this moment, an unknown existence appeared in Zong Jiu's mind, making a hoarse sound in his throat, a part of his body hanging on the ground, dragging a creepy rustling sound, and hopping towards him.

It didn't sound like a good existence. Whether it was a human or not was still unknown.

"Dong-dong-dong-dong-dong"

The noise was getting closer and closer. It was only a partition away.

The terrifying sound of marbles came from the darkness.

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

In many folk vernaculars, the sound of marbles foreshadows the arrival of certain existences.

At this critical moment, Zong Jiu found that he was still as calm as ever and could hardly feel fear.

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

Although Zong Jiu was a magician, he had traveled around the world to seek unconventional methods to restore his hands.

Since medicine and modern science could not solve the problem, he once placed his hopes on mysticism. At the beginning, he got a set of Qigong for physical fitness in a Taoist temple, and Zong Jiu followed it to practice for a few years. Although his hands were not cured, his body was much stronger than before.

He dared to say that unless it was those martial artists, he would never be defeated so early. But when they just fought, Zong Jiu found that the opponent actually knew his set of attack methods, and even used a more complete and similar method to fight back.

If it was a trainee... unless it was a survivor who had strengthened his physical fitness. There are not many such conditions in the entire mental hospital. For example, Jiang Yuan, who insisted on relying on his seniority to bully others, could be beaten to a pulp by Zong Jiu with just one hand.

Coupled with the premise that the sound was something he had never heard in this copy, the result was obvious.

"Bang——"

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

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

Zong Jiu could even hear the strange sound of the headless corpse being dragged on the smooth surface by something pulling its ankle.

The dragging sound was long and winding.

When he walked outside their compartment, the sound stopped abruptly.

In the darkness, such stillness is far more terrifying than movement.

Was he discovered?

At this time, Zong Jiu was more fortunate to be standing behind the compartment door. Even if the door was really opened, the mysterious man would be the first to suffer.

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

There was a chirping sound outside the door.

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

A louder voice complained, "Didn't those high-level people dig deep into this toilet and detect it, but they still didn't find anything?"

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

Another person sniffed and lowered his voice, "Do you think what they said this morning is not true... Is that F-level really, uh, made into a human head mop and hung on the sink?"

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

The newcomer with a loud voice cursed, "Don't talk about this, we are still here for the checkup, it's unlucky."

"Okay, since we are here, let's just check it out and go back to the ward. They won't know anyway."

The newcomer pushed the door of the toilet cubicle and said in confusion, "Huh? Why can't I open this door?"

"Hey, is there anyone using the toilet inside? We are here to check, please reply."

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

The young man had messy white hair and a suspicious red on his face. He rubbed his wrist and walked straight out of the cubicle.

The black-haired boss following behind him had a cold face, but the corners of his clothes were a little embarrassed, and his cuffs were slightly folded, as if he had just experienced intense exercise.

The newcomers standing outside:?

... Two men using the toilet together?

This is so good, haha.