Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 136

It seems that the copy this time 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 out of the iron railing.

The sight of the vehicle was pitch black, full of stench and meaningless noise, swaying forward in the night, completely unable to see the road ahead.

Wen Jianyan retracted her gaze and looked around in the carriage.

Because his body and neck are firmly fixed, his line of sight is very narrow, and he can't see the whole picture of the whole car, and he can't tell who is his teammate from it.

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

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

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

Over time, after the vibration of the engine passed, the bus slowly stopped and the door opened.

Laughing, babbling, scolding, the voices were loud and noisy, and the mentally ill people in restraint clothes were dragged from their seats one by one, and they were driven out of the car like animals.

Wen Jianyan walked under the bus with the flow of people.

In the thick ink-like night, an old gray and white building appeared in front of us. It was a Gothic building with a spire and a huge cross on top. It looked a little old, with a large area and peeling walls. Crawling with creepers, every window was extraordinarily narrow and was tightly sealed with mottled iron railings.

Soon, the mentally ill were driven into the building.

Wen Jianyan was pushed forward, and as she walked, she quickly analyzed the current situation in her mind.

This copy is very different from the previous copies.

First of all, as mental patients, the range of activities they can move and the 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 the exchange of points or the form of copies, there may be changes to a certain extent.

Through the entrance, the hall is spacious and eerie, 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 brisk music wafted out from between the iron railings, and through the narrow gap, many figures in blue and white sick clothes could be seen.

Someone stood tightly against the iron railings, the flesh on their faces was deeply squeezed, and their deformed and crazy eyes fell on the slowly advancing team, making a creepy laugh.

"Damn, this is too infiltrative."

An anchor walking beside Wen Jianyan whispered and looked away with lingering fears.

Wen Jianyan glanced at him calmly.

According to what he has observed so far, there are a lot of anchors in this copy. Among the mentally ill patients who were transported from the bus this time, the anchors accounted for almost half of them. Otherwise, the team would not have gone so smoothly.

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

"Send it to be cleaned first, and register after you come out."

"Cleaning? Is this ready for us to take a shower?" one of the anchors muttered.

"should be."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

There is always an ominous feeling.

The mentally ill patients in straitjackets stripped naked in batches and were pushed into the bathroom with force and brutality.

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

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth and turned her head slightly, enduring the pain of the strong water rushing against her skin.

The fierce water column left a brutal red mark on his fair skin, and the water column tickly fell from the wet black hair, making him look particularly embarrassed.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"!!!"

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

"Damn, every time I come to this time, I will hate the Harmony System of Nightmare!!!"

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

After the rude "cleaning", everyone was assigned to a mental hospital outfit with blue and white stripes. Wen Jianyan put it on as quickly as possible. With a slight turn of her slender and flexible fingers, a small piece of mirror was stuffed. Into the cracks of the clothes - although the outer clothes are restraints, the clothes inside are the same clothes that the anchors wore when they entered the dungeon.

When he was stripped of his restraint clothes, Wen Jianyan took out the mirror fragments from his pocket as quickly as possible, and quietly hid them in his 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 line, shivering as they walked out of the bathroom under the supervision of a nurse with an electric baton.

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

Soon, two familiar figures appeared within sight.

The one closest to him was Huang Mao, his yellow hair turned tan after being soaked, and it was softly attached to his face, looking like a pitiful underwater dog.

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

And seven or eight meters behind Huang Mao...

It's Su Cheng.

He lowered his head and followed the team slowly, his wet hair covering his pale face, making it difficult to see the expression on his face.

Wen Jian frowned slightly without a trace.

Just now, the head nurse appeared in front of everyone with a folder in hand.

She registered as she walked, reciting everyone's number in a rigid tone, and the nurses behind him assigned a bracelet representing the number to each patient:

"...No. 039, paranoid schizophrenia."

"No. 040, gender inversion."

"041, manic depression."

"Number 043,"

The nurse stopped in front of Wen Jianyan, her icy and stony gaze stayed on him for a moment, and said, "Intellectual disability."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"hahahahahahahahaha!"

"The booming fire made me laugh in a trance, God damn mental retardation!"

"Hahahahahaha. Reasonable suspicion is that the copy is revenge!"

"I want to die with a laugh, and I'm in a trance!"

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

At the moment when the bracelet was put on, a familiar system sound rang in Wen Jianyan's ears:

"Welcome to the A-level dungeon [Ping An Special Sanatorium], this dungeon is a non-limited-time dungeon that accumulates points!"

Points accumulation class?

Wen Jianyan was startled, searching for the memory related to it in her mind.

Although he has not experienced this type of dungeon before, he still knows what the general mechanism of this dungeon is from his understanding during this period of time.

The dungeon will randomly release a series of tasks, there is no main line branch, but the reward points are different. After completing the tasks, points will be accumulated, and after a certain amount of points accumulated, the customs will be automatically cleared.

Choose easy tasks to clear the level slowly, and choose difficult tasks to clear the level faster.

"When the accumulated mission points reach 10,000 points, you can clear the level."

The paper bracelet flickered, and a few dense lines of small characters emerged.

【Identify card】

Life: Wen Jianyan

Age: 24

Occupation: Signed anchor of the Nightmare Live Room

Related Plot: He was admitted to Ping An Special Nursing Home for hospitalization due to intellectual disability

【Allocation of survival time completed】

The blood-red countdown begins: [5:00:00]

The next second, Wen Jianyan saw that a small task bar appeared at the edge of his line of sight.

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

As a low-threatening mentally retarded patient, Wen Jianyan was no longer wearing a restraint suit. He followed the team in a low-key manner and came to the single ward on the third floor.

"crunch-"

The rusted iron door was closed behind Wen Jianyan with a "clang" sound.

At the moment of stepping into the ward, a familiar system prompt sounded in my ears:

【Ding! Congratulations to the anchor for completing the task: go to the ward you were assigned

Bonus points: 200]

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes thoughtfully.

The primary task is fast or fast, but according to this point accumulation speed, I don't know when and what month can I complete the task accumulation of 10,000 points.

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

[Primary task has been released: rest in the ward overnight]

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

At this moment, Wen Jianyan heard a loud noise coming from the iron door. He was slightly startled, turned to the door, and looked out through the narrow window on the door.

It appeared that a mental patient had gone berserk and was trying to snatch the baton from the carer, and the hallway was in chaos.

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

"Zizzi-"

The sound of electricity sounded.

The mental patient who had created the chaos softened and stumbled to the ground.

Wen Jianyan's heart tensed the moment he saw the other's face.

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

It was Su Cheng!

Su Cheng rolled his eyes, his mouth was crooked, a sedative was injected into his neck, and he lay down on the ground limply.

"Send to the confinement room."

The head nurse straightened her messy clothes and gave an order coldly.

Grass.

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth.

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

There is no simpler and faster way to let the anchor die after entering the dungeon.

"Hey, hey!!"

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

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

"Bang!"

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

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

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

Damn, it can't go on like this. With Su Cheng's current state, he is carried into the confinement room, and it is estimated that he will die.

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

A cross hangs in the middle of the hall.

This Christian decoration hangs around the carer's neck.

"No. 040, gender inversion."

When saying this sentence, there was a trace of obvious disgust on the face of the stiff-faced nurse.

"..."

Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes.

He knew that homosexuality had a time in the last century as a name for a mental illness called "gender inversion."

After a brief silence, he raised his voice again:

"Hey, the handsome black-haired guy in front of you, your butt is really upturned, and it must be very big underneath?"

The nurse paused, turned her head and looked over, her expression contorted with disgust.

There is a play.

Wen Jianyan's mouth twitched.

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

Wen Jianyan stuck his whole body to the iron gate, and leaned his profile face on the cold iron railing, his eyes were upturned, and his amber eyes flashed a strange light in the interweaving of light and dark:

"Do you want to be cool?"

"Bangdang."

The soft Su Cheng was rudely thrown to the ground, and the two nurses walked over with gloomy faces, raised their 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 and circled his slender index finger and thumb, sliding suggestively up and down the baton.

"Then I'll explain more clearly."

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

His voice is soft and his words are eloquent, but his words are vulgarly vulgar: "I like men's chicken///ba."

The author has something to say: I have a set of ways to irritate people.

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