8. Chapter 8

In view of what the head nurse said just now, the gloomy atmosphere in the restaurant became even heavier.

After experiencing the terrifying trainee dormitory and the horrific incident last night, a newcomer was clearly on the verge of psychological collapse.

After the nurse announced the schedule, he suddenly rushed forward and yelled at them.

"Someone died last night! Do you have any conscience as a medical staff!"

His eyes flashed with undisguised anger, "I have a shitty mental illness, I think it's you who have a problem with your brain!"

"This is a hospital, birth, aging, illness and death are all normal things."

The head nurse showed a sarcastic smile on her pale face, "Then tell me, how do you prove that you don't have a mental illness?"

Mental illness is a terrifying gray area.

People who are sentenced to death can rely on it to be exonerated, but innocent people can be sent to prison by it.

No reason is needed, just "he has a mental illness" is enough.

As for how to prove whether you are mentally ill or not——

Mental patients never admit that they are mentally ill.

There is no way to prove it. Or rather, this is simply a false proposition.

The newcomer was cold all over, his lips were trembling, and he couldn't say a word.

Just when everyone thought that he would not say anything, he suddenly screamed, rushed out of the restaurant like crazy, and disappeared into the stairwell without looking back.

"Bring him back."

The head nurse waved to the nurses and gave the order without looking back.

After they left the restaurant, the others came back to their senses from the oppressive atmosphere just now.

Not to mention the people in the restaurant, the barrage in the live broadcast room was also discussing.

After a period of time, Zong Jiu's live broadcast room also stabilized at about a thousand people. Although it cannot be compared with those big guys who have millions of viewers at any time, it is enough for newcomers to attract attention.

[Looking at this sign, it seems that something will definitely happen tonight]

[Indeed, survive for three days. The first day is just a light meal, the second and third days are the highlights]

[A passerby who just slipped in from the next live broadcast room said that the main task of the next personal show is also to survive for three days. Although there are no insiders and random tasks over there, and nearly half of the trainees have died... With the Son of God here, the survival rate should be greatly improved]

[The main system is really poisonous. This is just the first round of the horror trainees. The difficulty is set so high. Aren’t you afraid that the newcomers will have any psychological shadows? ]

[Going back to the upstairs, think about how many people stood in the studio during the initial selection... With so many people, the main system should be too lazy to wait for the newcomers to grow. It is better to directly put a high-difficulty copy to screen out the remaining people like a knockout round]

The panic is spreading silently.

In this case, as a collectively elected leader, it is particularly necessary to play a leadership role and inject a shot of adrenaline into everyone.

Obviously, this is not the first time Messiah has experienced this situation.

The blond son of God put down his cutlery and stood up from the table, "Everyone, please be patient."

Everyone in the restaurant followed him, and the commotion gradually subsided.

"Today's focus is on collecting clues and intelligence. I will tell you all the intelligence I got last night in detail."

"Without further delay, after watching the on-site treatment, you can divide into groups to collect information. We have discussed the results. Since the wards have been divided into groups, we will follow the grouping of the wards."

The Messiah showed a reassuring smile, "Please rest assured, I will do my best to protect everyone's safety."

If this sentence was said by someone else, it might not have this effect. But if it was said by the Son of God, the meaning would be completely different.

After the popularization of science by the old people last night, the newcomers also had a preliminary understanding of this No. 7.

The Son of God can have the prestige and support of almost everyone in the infinite loop, not only because of his compassionate and charitable character, but more because of his strength.

Messiah is not his full name, his full name should be "Messiah Mubei".

In the Western religious sense, Messiah means "the one chosen by God", which is a religious title.

Anyone who has undergone the anointing ceremony and has been appointed as a monarch or a priest can add the title of Messiah before his name, such as the famous Messiah Joshua, Messiah Judah, etc.

Messiah once got an identity card of the ancient Israelite high priest in an S-level horror copy derived from the Bible. After receiving the anointing ceremony, he became the representative of God in the world in that copy and was given the prefix of Messiah.

After successfully surviving that almost unsolvable copy and getting an amazing A-level evaluation, what remained was not only Messiah's hair color, but also a cane he got after he entered the Holy of Holies on the tenth day of the seventh month of the Jewish calendar as the high priest of Israel and accurately pronounced the true name of God.

"Exodus" records that the prophet Moses and the prophet Aaron each had a cane.

Moses' staff was used to judge and execute God's will, and was also used during the famous "Moses Dividing the Red Sea". Moses' brother Aaron's staff was stored in the Jewish holy object "Ark of the Covenant".

What Messiah got from this copy was a replica of Aaron's staff.

Although the replica is not as good as the original Aaron's staff with bug-like resurrection ability, it also has excellent talents in treatment. At the same time, due to the light and breath of life attached to the staff, it has a miraculous effect in the supernatural copy.

In other words, Messiah is equivalent to a walking treatment.

In this world, you can't mess with the treatment! The most lacking thing in the infinite loop is treatment, not to mention a treatment with a self-dispelling effect.

Among the high-level teams in the entire infinite loop, the Temple team led by Messiah has the lowest casualty rate, and it can receive tens of thousands of application lists every year when recruiting new members.

So, after a morale boost, the newcomers who finally knew how powerful Messiah was calmed down again, and their eyes looked at the blond Saint with more enthusiasm.

For such scenes, not to mention Messiah, even He Jianlan and the others were not surprised.

[Sure enough, there is a Saint in the dungeon, which makes people feel more at ease! ! ]

[The good thing about carrying a healer is that it is worthy of being a panda's ability even more powerful than a psychic]

The barrage of comments was full of emotion, [The newcomers in this dungeon are so lucky]

"It's seven fifty, there are still ten minutes, let's go first."

Even though the restaurant clock showed that it was early in the morning, the corridor of the mental hospital was still as dark as ever.

Everyone filed out, with a tense atmosphere, and headed towards the locked iron door on the south side of the first floor.

This section of the road was not long, but everyone was worried.

Sheng Yu walked at the end, and next to him was He Jianlan, who was responsible for asking him about what happened last night.

Maybe he was frightened by the miserable appearance of the glasses last night, the high school student's face was obviously not good, and dark circles hung on his cheeks.

After seeing the white-haired young man turn around, Sheng Yu's drooping face finally showed a little smile.

He Jianlan immediately narrowed his eyes vigilantly, "Do you know him?"

Sheng Yu answered without any vigilance: "Yes, that's my ninth brother."

Zong Jiu typed a string of "......" in his mind and didn't pay attention to the situation behind.

Now in the entire command layer nominated by the Messiah, he is the only one who is isolated.

The old people in the command layer look down on him as an E-level, and think he is not worthy of being on an equal footing with them.

The old people who failed to join the small group of the command layer are even more malicious towards him, thinking that they are better than an E-level, and they can't wait to replace him in the command layer immediately.

As for the remaining newcomers, it is even more obvious. Everyone's level is the same, how can Zong Jiu get into the small group? Not only did he get in, but he also successfully hugged the thigh of the Son of God. In such a life-threatening situation, no newcomer would not be jealous.

Now that he is in this dangerous situation, he is likely to become cannon fodder for the three parties. Not to mention that there is also He Jianlan who is eyeing him covetously and is on guard against him everywhere.

For example, this morning after washing up, when Zong Jiu went to other wards to look for clues, he followed him stealthily, trying to find evidence of the traitor's crime.

Zong Jiu felt that he was innocent. He did nothing, but he was treated with hostility by a B-level. What's more hateful is that He Jianlan has a good popularity in the small group, and even several other trainees look at him with contempt, and one of them almost has his greed written on his face.

But this is to some extent in line with Zong Jiu's wishes.

Group action has its advantages and disadvantages. Zong Jiu followed the team and almost got the clues he wanted. If there is nothing to do next, it is a good idea to run away.

As soon as he had this idea, the head nurse handed him the pillow.

In the eyes of others, Zhuge An was very smart and almost evil, and he was both good and evil. He did not obey the organization's arrangements, and the possibility of him being a traitor was unprecedented.

But for Zong Jiu, Zhuge An was the first person in the entire mental hospital who could be ruled out as a traitor.

Here we have to thank the original text.

The original text was a group portrait description. When the author wrote about the identity card setting, he just turned the perspective to Zhuge An.

So Zong Jiu knew that Zhuge An got just an ordinary identity card, which was fair and honest.

Unexpectedly, Zhuge An, who looked the most like a traitor, was actually innocent!

Thinking of this, the Messiah at the front finally walked to the iron door.

The door was still locked, and no sound could be heard from inside.

The blond saint gave a look to the B-level psychic on his left, and the latter immediately understood and closed his eyes. After a moment, he opened his eyes again, nodded, and gave a positive answer.

Messiah relaxed his brows, "Go knock on the door, it's safe."

Qin Ye took a step forward and was about to knock on the door, but the door suddenly made a "creak--" sound.

The heavy iron door opened automatically from the inside.

Qin Ye reacted very quickly. Almost the moment the iron door moved, he took a step back and took a defensive posture.

Not only him, but the old people standing in the first row did the same.

There was no one behind the door, and there was no horror scene as they imagined.

This was an operating room that looked very old and had been around for a while.

As for why it was easy to tell that this was an operating room, it was because there was an old wooden operating table in it. The bright oil lamp above was the only light source in the room. Tweezers, hemostats, scalpels, and some dirty cotton balls were placed on the tray of the armrest.

Although there was no horror scene, this operating room could easily make people's backs cold.

Because the crude surgical instruments on the operating table clearly had signs of being used, and were covered with mottled black bloodstains. There were some unknown mixtures thrown into the trash can, which was scarlet.

In addition to the operating table, there was an old electric chair tied with restraints in the corner, and a lot of wires plugged in on the side.

The bronze, worn-out iron cabinet stood against the wall, and behind the dirty brown glass were many unknown objects. A newcomer took a closer look and found that it was a shrunken head, and almost screamed.

"It looks like a dried corpse that has been embalmed."

Messiah said.

Zong Jiu looked at the head with interest and found something suspicious.

This head has obviously been there for a long time, and the whole thing is a dull yellow-brown color.

But the eyes are not only very vivid, but you can also see blue-gray bloodshot when you get close.

These are a pair of eyes that were just dug out not long ago, and even the most fragile tissue parts are intact. The technique is perfect.

Who would put a living eye into the eye socket of a dead person?

Zong Jiu narrowed his eyes, glanced at the newcomer behind him whose legs were shaking with fear, and very considerately did not tell the truth.

He was born with little emotional fluctuations, but he accepted it well, and even had the mood to look at other specimens placed in the display cabinet.

The things on the display cabinets were all the same, either various strange human organs or human heads of various shapes.

Could Dr. Chu from this mental hospital be a human body collector?

Just as Zong Jiu was thinking, the newcomer suddenly screamed.

"Ahhhh, it moved, it just moved!"

"Right there, that specimen, its eyes moved!"

The old people who were observing this operating room frowned and didn't take it seriously.

The psychic had just confirmed that there was nothing dirty in the iron door. Even if there was something, the psychic wouldn't be so close that he couldn't feel anything strange.

Instead, another newcomer said impatiently, "What moved? Everyone is already panicking, and you are still here to scare people--"

He stopped talking halfway.

The black pupil of the head disappeared, revealing only a piece of pale white, staring straight at him.

The newcomer was so scared that he sat down on the ground.

It was a very horrifying scene, but the old people had no time to pay attention to it.

Their fanatical eyes were all following another place.

On the other side of the operating table, a sudden halo appeared in the pupils of all the trainees, and a small "s" was quietly emerging.

An extremely precious S-level special prop!