19. Chapter 19

When he regained consciousness, Zong Jiu only felt his head was dizzy, and his limbs became sore and weak again as when he first entered this dungeon.

It was obvious that he had been drugged.

He did not open his eyes, but kept the breathing frequency before waking up, quietly listening to the movements around him.

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

He could feel that he was tied to a narrow chair, with wide restraints all around him, unable to move.

Most importantly, a towel full of disinfectant smell was stuffed in Zong Jiu's mouth, which made him unable to speak, let alone recite the key on the spot to pass the level directly.

In other words, like a fried egg stuck in the pan, being pressed to the ground, no matter how hard you try, you can't turn it over. Even if you are guarding a mountain of wealth, you have no way to use it, and you can only stare blankly.

Zong Jiu: "..."

Fuck! This time the car has turned over a big way.

[Ah, woo, woo, woo, finally connected, finally connected! Jiu, don't cry, the mothers are coming! ]

[Fuck, it's so exciting right after the connection, isn't this inappropriate? ]

[I just went to the other live broadcast rooms in this copy and it seems that they have lost contact. I was shocked. Fortunately, Brother Jiu resumed the live broadcast. Exhale]

[To be honest... Actually, he is really lucky. If it weren't for this perverted doctor who took him out of the negative second floor as if he had passed through an unmanned area, I'm afraid this white-haired beauty would have been the same as He Jianlan and the others]

"Awake?"

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

Since he had been exposed, Zong Jiu was too lazy to pretend anymore.

He already had the trump card to win. The only problem now was that he needed to fight with this doctor who had a face full of joy.

As long as the other party could take the towel out of his mouth, even for a second, Zong Jiu could turn defeat into victory.

After thinking it over, the white-haired young man slowly opened his eyes and looked around vigilantly.

The operating room was quite dim. The only light source was the spotlight projected from the operating table.

But for Zong Jiu, there was another light source——

The black iron box on the operating table was quietly emitting a brilliant golden light, lightly sprinkled on the narrow and long texture around it.

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... It's a pity that it was stolen by a shameful thief more than ten years ago..."

According to Zhuge An's inference, the different space was exactly thirty years ago in the timeline of this mental hospital. When the clock struck twelve on the third day, all the trainees in the entire mental hospital were dragged into the different space, which meant that Zong Jiu was not only in the different space, but also happened to return to thirty years ago.

Thirty years ago, this S-level prop had not been stolen, but was placed here, in a place that Zong Jiu could reach.

Although he was determined to win, Zong Jiu remained calm on the surface. After a casual glance, he could hide his feelings even if the situation was turbulent.

The doctor in a white coat was standing on his left hand side, almost a foot away. I don't know if he noticed Zong Jiu's little action, but the man's eyes were more interested, looking down at him, with the same ambiguous smile on his lips as always.

I don't know if it was because they were in a different space, but the equipment in this operating room looked much older than the operating room thirty years later. Even the electric chair that Zong Jiu was sitting on was an antique from the last century, with rusty electrodes at the end of the wires.

And now, all these cold electrodes were attached to his body.

Zong Jiu's upper body was stripped naked again, and was in close contact with those electrodes, like a tentacle occupied by an octopus sucker.

The doctor was picking up an electrode with a scalpel and placing it steadily on his chest.

Seeing Zong Jiu open his eyes, he casually used the tip of the knife to maliciously grind down, smiling at the white-haired young man who shuddered.

"I've said it before. If a disobedient patient is caught, he will be punished."

For a moment, Zong Jiu felt like a fish pressed on a felt board, allowing the other party to cut the skin texture with a blade, and then make comments and pronounce judgments.

This kind of aggrieved thing is really the first time in Zong Jiu's life. This is intolerable.

"Um... Um..."

He also tried to make a sound with his throat and vocal cords to try to arouse Dr. Chu's interest.

He only needed to delay time and try to take off the towel, and he could turn the tables.

What he didn't expect was that in the next moment, without any warning, the power was instantly connected.

The tiny and numbing electric current rushed up along the long wire like crazy, like thousands of needles, deeply into Zong Jiu's naked body.

Damn, this madman who doesn't play by the rules!

Doctor Chu did not increase the voltage to a level that would kill him at once. He just controlled it to a value that would make people feel unbearable pain, but not faint, and still within the acceptable range for normal people. Then after doing all this, he stood aside leisurely, the light was like a venomous snake, and he folded his hands to appreciate the scene in front of him.

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

Not long after, large beads of sweat oozed out from his hair, along with his long white hair, like a winding snake, clinging to his beautiful waist/abdomen without a trace of flaws, like a layer of shiny beeswax, and the feast that had just been placed on the table looked very delicious.

People will experience slight burning under the stimulation of electric current, and now they are sweating all over because of this.

Because of the stinging pain, the shimmering red slowly spread from around the blue blood vessels, and with the sweat, in a moment, Zong Jiu looked like he had just been fished out of the water, his whole body was cooked.

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

The man was pleased with such a reaction, and 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 a certain wire, the tip of the electrode was almost emitting tiny electric sparks.

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

Because his whole body was bound by the restraints, the young man could only droop his head after he fainted from exhaustion. The long white hair soaked in sweat hung down from his forehead, and the whole body was filled with boiling steam that was almost solid, looking miserable.

Crystal clear sweat continued to roll down from the center of the forehead, along the high nose bridge and across the nose tip, and fell to the ground drop by drop, smearing dark marks.

The doctor raised his eyebrows.

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

Even though there was a layer of gloves between the two layers of skin, the man's fingers that were as cold as ice could still easily penetrate the bones and muscles.

"Is it only this far?"

He sighed, showing a lack of interest, and lifted the young man's white hair that fell on the side of his temples at an angle, and the tip of the knife was about to swim to the position of the upper eyelid.

"What a pity."

At the moment when the tip of the knife was suspended in the air, the young man's head suddenly lifted up. With the momentum of lightning, taking advantage of the close distance between the two, he rushed towards the shiny and sharp scalpel.

This was undoubtedly a suicidal act.

Everything happened in a flash. By the time the doctor subconsciously shifted the knife handle, Zong Jiu had successfully wrapped the towel in his mouth around the tip of the knife, and his mouth was getting wider and wider.

"Tear——"

After the tip of the knife was wrapped around the towel, the remaining part was slashed towards the cheek.

Under the stimulation of the electric current, the white-haired young man with a flushed face raised his head.

On one side of his cheek, a very thin wound was slowly oozing sticky blood, which was extremely beautiful with the base color of the skin.

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

Facing the sight of the doctor in the white coat, Zong Jiu returned a provocative smile and chanted the key.

Almost the next second, the surrounding environment changed.

Large pieces of peeling walls and worn-out surgical tools disappeared, replaced by pale walls and dirty brown glass display walls. The skeleton inside stared at him with empty eye sockets, and the slender black snake opened its fangs, and swam gracefully in the gaps between the corpses soaked in the glass bottles.

He came back from the different space thirty years ago.

Zong Jiu lay on the closed electric chair, his chest heaving violently, gasping for air.

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

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

When he recited the key just now, Zong Jiu 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 pass the level after Zhuge An.

But Zong Jiu didn't do that.

Not only that, he also chose to adjust the time forward and returned to thirty years later.

If you have to find out the reason... Of course, he can't swallow this breath, smile.

If you don't take revenge, you are not a gentleman, and if you don't take revenge, you are unworthy of being a man. He was being bullied, how could the spirited young man endure this?

After a few minutes, Zong Jiu stood up tremblingly from the electric chair, dragged his paralyzed body under the hissing gaze of the black snake, and limped around the small 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 difficulty, picked up the heavy hammer from the ground, weighed it twice in his hand, felt the strength of his wrist recovery, and showed a satisfied smile.

Zong Jiu walked to the operating table with a cold face and recited the key again.

But in less than a second, the light became narrow again.

The wall peeled off and rust flew. The transformation between space and space was easily presented by the owner who held the key of time and space.

God also favored Zong Jiu. The figure in the white coat stood beside the electric chair with his back to him, looking down and seemed to be sorting something in the medical box.

The dim operating room was extremely quiet. Even Dr. Chu would not have thought that a person would appear out of thin air behind him.

Zong Jiu smiled sinisterly.

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

"Dong——"

Hit me with a hammer!

The hand rose and the hammer fell, and another hero who eliminated harm for the people, cool!

[Hahahahahahahahaha]

[Fuck, so cruel, I felt a pain in the back of my head]

[Hahahahaha sorry, I really laughed like crazy!!! 】

Before reciting the key for the third time, Zong Jiu stepped on the nose of the man with gold-rimmed glasses and raised his hand to take the black iron box on the table with golden light into his arms.

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

The cold system prompt sounded.

[Congratulations to trainee Zong Jiu for obtaining S-level props x 1]

[E-level trainee Zong Jiu. Successfully passed the level]

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

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

[NPC role-playing mission progress has failed]

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

[NPC role: a perverted psychiatrist with a strange collection habit]

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

......

"Instead of leaving the copy directly, he hibernates and turns back."

In the dead silence, the man suddenly chuckled.

"Interesting."