Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 157

While Wen Jianyan went to the treatment room, Su Chenglusi and the others explored the depths of the corridor.

The corridor is very dark, as if you can't see the head at a glance, it's pitch-black like a tomb, and even if you throw a stone in it, it won't come to fruition.

Several people stepped more cautiously and walked towards the depths of the corridor.

As Wen Jianyan had guessed, the treatment room was located at the front end of the corridor on the west side.

And beyond that, is a bottomless unknown area.

After walking forward for a while, a closed iron door appeared in the dim darkness ahead.

Several people looked at each other and walked forward quietly.

The iron door was locked tightly, and there was an iron nameplate on the wall next to it, but I don't know if it was intentional or not.

Most importantly, it doesn't appear on the map.

It's hard to explain this.

Su Cheng tried to push the iron door.

The iron door was locked, and it stood motionless in the darkness.

Although he had already guessed the result, Su Cheng couldn't help but sigh.

To be honest, it would be nice if Wen Jianyan was here at this time.

A small iron wire was deftly pried and twisted in his hand, simple and easy, all locked doors were useless in front of him.

Although he was really taken aback when he saw him for the first time, Su Cheng had to admit that having Wen Jianyan in the team would make many things very easy.

Luce stepped forward from behind and said, "Let me come."

He is also a senior anchor who has experienced many dungeons, and there will always be some items related to this in his backpack.

Luce took out the small bottle of liquid from his backpack, aligned the thin tube with the keyhole, and poured it carefully.

With the sound of "zizi" being corroded, a small piece of metal around it began to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye. In less than a minute, the lock cylinder was successfully corroded.

"Okay." Luce said, putting away the props in his hand.

In front of everyone, the heavy iron door slowly opened a gap, and a thicker darkness escaped from it.

Several people took a deep breath and carefully pushed open the iron door.

There was a strong, rotting smell, a complex smell, mixed with dust, blood, and dampness, and the smell of formalin was vaguely discernible.

Although they have experienced many instances, but suddenly faced with such a shocking smell, the expressions of everyone could not help but twist for a moment.

With a light sound of "pop", the flashlight exchanged from the system store began to work.

A faint beam of light barely penetrated the darkness, illuminating the road ahead for them.

It looked like it had been abandoned for a long time, the walls were discolored, covered with dirty water, the floor was dusty, and glass shards and shards of instruments were squeaked and squeaked underfoot.

The layout inside looks very complicated. The dark halls are connected by corridors, leading to the depths endlessly.

Huang Mao held the flashlight and carefully came to the side of the door. With the dim light of the flashlight, he struggled to distinguish the signs on the wall:

"What...S...U?"

In the dead silence, the sound of liquid dripping from the darkness could be faintly heard.

Su Cheng purchased the [Hand of Guidance] and activated it.

The red arrow jumped in the air, pointing towards the darkness.

Obviously, there should be hidden props ahead.

All areas related to hidden props will have different levels of difficulty.

Several people became more cautious.

"Let's go, let's go in and have a look." Su Cheng lowered his voice and said.

The others nodded and walked forward cautiously.

The sound of deliberately light footsteps echoed in the huge space, and they slowly walked towards the depths of the darkness.

*

The treatment room was dead silent.

Unconsciously, the distance between the two became extraordinarily close.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"?"

"???"

"This, this, this? The direction of this copy?!"

"Why do I listen to what Dr. Reese said inside and outside the words, he seems to know the strange behavior of several other high-risk patients, and may even be involved in it?"

"And don't you think that his words are very strange..."

"Yeah, 'we', like there's some unknowable connection between them... a weird sense of unity."

The wound had been properly bandaged, and the gesture turned into a hug.

The loose protective clothing was pulled up, revealing a small half of the waist, and was easily held in the palm of the man. The cold palm of a cold-blooded animal was tightly attached to the warm and firm skin of human beings, grabbing it greedily. body temperature.

Wen Jianyan's back was straight, almost to the point of stiffness.

He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes cast a deep shadow on his pale face, covering the look of the bottom of his eyes, there was no obvious expression on his face, the corners of his lips were straight, and a bloodless line was drawn.

Dr. Reiss lowered his head silently and touched the side of the other's neck with the tip of his icy nose.

Under the lens, deep in the green, almost eerie golden pupils, there was a dark fire that was getting warmer.

He further folded his arms, making the distance that was too close to become more inseparable, and his breath was intertwined——

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan raised her hand and placed it on the other person's shoulder.

He raised his eyes, revealing those ancient well-like amber eyes, suddenly smiled, and asked naturally, "Doctor, what are you talking about?"

"..."

Dr. Reiss made a move and looked at the other side.

The young man's voice was so calm and calm, it seemed that he was not affected by what the other party just said, even to the point of composure.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Wen Jianyan leaned back slightly to distance himself: "Or is the work too tired?"

Light and fluttering, two words that seem familiar.

It was the two questions that Dr. Reiss asked Wen Jianyan when he was pulling the cart at the elevator entrance.

Now it was spoken out of his mouth, no matter how sincere the tone was, with a hint of sarcasm.

"You are an important doctor in our Ping An Sanatorium," the young man's lips flashed with a smile, and he looked at each other calmly, "Even for other patients in our hospital, please take care of your health."

"..."

The moment his voice fell, the air in the treatment room was dead silent.

Eyes with no emotion are intertwined in the air, dark green and amber are facing each other, time seems to have stopped, every second is stretched to the limit, the air is dignified and sticky, as if it is firmly pressed against the chest of a person. up, making it impossible to breathe.

"Ah."

Dr. Reiss suddenly laughed.

He unhurriedly retracted his hand, straightened his body, took two steps back slowly, opened the distance between him and the other party, and said, "There is no discomfort, thank you for your concern, I will pay attention."

Wen Jianyan raised her hand and straightened her clothes that had been messed up from the contact just now.

He unhurriedly refastened the buttons one by one, the pale skin and the bandage oozing a little red blood were covered by the protective clothing, except for a bit of dried blood on the collar, it looked It's no different from just now.

The young man smiled and stood up from the iron bed.

"No, I should thank you for helping me heal my wound."

"If there's nothing else to do, then I'll leave," Wen Jianyan shrugged lightly, "after all, those jobs will never be done by themselves, are they?"

"nature."

Dr. Race nodded calmly.

He leaned against the table, the white coat on his body was still spotless, except for a few folds left on the hem of his clothes, he couldn't see how ambiguous he had just done to his patient.

The icy lenses were placed on the bridge of the tall nose, blocking the snake-like green eyes below.

He stared at the young man's back tightly until the door opened and closed, swallowing the relaxed and natural figure of the other party and disappeared from his sight.

"Clap."

The door of the treatment room closed behind him with a crisp sound.

At that moment, Wen Jianyan's knees softened for a moment.

The composure just now melted away like thin snow, leaving only the paleness and weakness of the rest of his life. Light sweat oozes from his forehead, and his black hair is wet against his cheeks, making him look even more radiant. Kind of fragile.

He leaned his back against the wall, inhaling and exhaling deeply.

The hand Dr. Race had just played really scared him.

Realizing that the other party can see through his own identity without being restricted by the ID card in the copy, Wen Jianyan's mind went blank at that moment, and he almost forgot how to breathe.

In those few seconds, all the worst possible outcomes flashed through my mind.

The worst-case scenario is that Dr. Reiss sees through that he is a mental patient disguised as a nurse, and ties him back to the iron bed to continue what he didn't do last time.

Wen Jianyan could barely hold back the instinctive impulse of her body, so she activated the props and ran away.

However, soon, as the other party asked the "question", Wen Jianyan calmed down instantly, the sudden panic was suppressed, and sobriety and reason regained the upper hand.

Obviously, the other party recognized his identity from the first time he saw himself wearing a nurse uniform, but Dr. Reiss did not call the nurse to reveal his identity because he "loved" him? ?

Impossible.

Although Wen Jianyan has not yet found the reason why the high-risk patients are interested in him, he is certain that these so-called "loves" will never be expressed in a way that any normal human beings can accept.

These "loves", which are close to special care, have given him a certain power in this copy aimed at him. Using this power, Wen Jianyan can manipulate the emotions of these high-risk patients and play them with applause. So as to get a certain degree of respite.

However, once he indulges in these "given" senses of power, it means being tamed, alienated, and transformed.

A person whose life is threatened will always have an uncontrollable desire to be submissive and attached to the threatening person. This is an evolved human instinct for self-preservation - to fall in love with your master so that you can survive.

Captive complex.

Also known as Stockholm Syndrome.

In a nearly closed, depressing, and struggling environment like the "Nightmare Live Room", one dungeon after another, an endless live broadcast, an abyss that cannot be escaped...

In such an environment, humans are most easily captured by these instinctual emotions.

It's a pity that Wen Jianyan is an overly sober egoist.

He knows these terms too well, he knows how the human brain works, he will not be domesticated.

These so-called "emotions" are all castles in the air and murderous knives. In this world full of madness and killing, the only person you can rely on is yourself.

When Dr. Reiss asked about his "choice", Wen Jianyan couldn't help laughing.

Which do you prefer?

It's ridiculous.

Each of you is an enemy.

Given the opportunity, I will kill you all one by one without hesitation.

Therefore, Wen Jianyan also clearly understands that these "loves" from high-risk patients are distorted, alienated, and crazy.

If he was Dr. Reese--

A psychopath and sadist.

He will not hesitate to catch the other party, tie it up, and abolish all the ways the other party leaves, which can be hands and feet, or the frontal lobe of the brain, so that the other party does not accept his "love" to the greatest extent.

Dr. Race didn't do it, not because he didn't want to.

But he can't.

After realizing this, many details were connected, and Wen Jianyan suddenly became enlightened.

Even if the other party can go beyond the limit of the copy and realize the change of his identity card, in any case, Dr. Reiss is always a "dungeon NPC". As long as he can't get rid of this identity, the other party's actions will be restricted by the copy rules.

His first thought was right.

The "identity card" is an unquestionable protection in front of the NPC, no matter whether the NPC is strong enough to have consciousness.

Therefore, as long as Wen Jianyan doesn't actively break the rules, the other party can't do anything about it.

Wen Jianyan leaned against the wall, let out a long breath, raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her face.

I understand this intellectually, but...

Psychological pressure is still great!

I just don't know how Su Cheng and the others are exploring...

With that in mind, Wen Jianyan straightened up, turned her head and looked into the depths of the corridor.

He frowned.

The reason why I have been patiently dealing with Dr. Reiss for so long just now, cooperating with the other party's topic, and the long time for taking medicine, is to leave enough time to explore there.

Wen Jianyan opened the live broadcast interface and glanced at the time above.

It was almost approaching the time they had agreed before, but there were no figures of those people in the corridor.

Wen Jianyan turned her head and glanced at the door of the treatment room beside her.

The door was dead silent, and Dr. Reiss didn't seem to have any intention of catching up.

He took a deep breath, made up his mind, lightly paced, and walked carefully toward the depths of the corridor.

Soon, he came to the iron gate.

The door was half open, and the keyhole was corroded.

Wen Jianyan touched it through the cloth - with a little warmth.

It seems that several of them should have walked into this door, and it should not be long before they entered.

Wen Jianyan opened the door cautiously, and walked in quietly sideways.

He exchanged the flashlight and looked around the entire space.

Obviously, this should be some abandoned operating room...or a research room.

Sheets of dusty iron beds scattered in the darkness, covered with brown marks, like long-dried blood, all kinds of outdated instruments, cold metal objects, crumpled paper, It was all scattered on the ground, shimmering in the flashlight.

The flashlight flashed across the ground.

There are new footprints on the dusty ground.

Wen Jianyan picked up a ball of paper at random, opened it, and looked up by the light of the flashlight.

Most of the above are some strange symbols and numbers, which are confusing.

He held the flashlight and continued to walk forward.

The temperature around him seemed to be dropping, and the cold air penetrated through the thin protective clothing and pierced the skin with pain.

The humidity in the air increases, and the further you go, the closer and clearer the faint sound of water droplets is.

In the second hall, there are many shelves crooked, and there are many jars filled with turbid yellow liquid, most of which are human brains, soaked into a disgusting gray-white, in the liquid Ups and downs, there are also a small number of other organs: deformed babies, eyes, heart, kidneys...

Tick, tick.

The sound of dripping water came from the darkness.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Hey... the anchor really found it here."

"It's not that hard to find here, at most, it's not on the map, but the gate is not hidden. There should be many anchors who discovered this laboratory, right?"

"It's really not difficult to find... But, how can I put it, it's easy to find here, but it's hard to get out alive."

Wen Jianyan has a strong sense of insecurity.

He could only hear his own footsteps, breathing, and heartbeat. Other than that, he couldn't hear or see anything.

The line of sight is narrow and limited, and the flashlight cannot completely dispel the darkness. It always gives people a weird feeling of being watched by something from a far corner.

The translucent jars were illuminated by a flashlight, and then quickly darkened.

The deformed, whitish limbs floated up and down in the liquid, and the dirty glass jar surface covered with dust reflected his lonely figure.

Soon the road came to an end.

A huge iron gate blocked the way again.

The light of the flashlight illuminated the door lock.

The keyhole also has traces of corrosion, but it does not look the same as the previous door. The door only leaves a gap that cannot be fully pushed open. …

He twisted his wrist and the light of the flashlight went down.

On the ground near the iron gate, you can see a narrow-mouthed bottle that was knocked to the ground. The corrosive liquid seeps out of it and flows on the ground, making a sizzling sound.

Wen Jianyan bent down, covered her fingers with the corners of her clothes, and picked up the bottle.

He shook.

There's still a little liquid left in it that hasn't been used up.

...Accidental?

Or encountered an emergency?

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes and looked at the bottle in her hand thoughtfully.

At this moment, the sound of "huhu" came from behind, as if something was going straight to the back of his head!

Since entering here, Wen Jianyan has been maintaining a high level of vigilance. His pupils shrank, and he slumped subconsciously, avoiding him.

Hearing only a loud "dang" sound, it seemed that something knocked on the iron door, making a hollow sound.

Wen Jianyan moved quickly, his well-trained body was flexible and strong, and he turned around——

He sucked in a breath of cold air and controlled his wrist forcefully, barely not spilling the liquid in his hand.

The light of the flashlight flickered and flew quickly through the darkness, illuminating the attacker's face.

It's Luce.

His face was pale and distorted, his eyes were full of fear, and there was a bit of strange ferocity. His pupils were scattered, and he held a wooden stick in his bloody palm, waving it wildly in the air.

There are words in the mouth, muttering, repeating a few words over and over again:

"Don't come, don't come, don't, don't, don't come!"

Wen Jianyan avoided the opponent's attack in a thrilling way, while trying to awaken the opponent's sanity:

"Hey, wake up, it's me!"

Luce didn't seem to react, but kept waving the wooden stick in his hand.

Wen Jianyan was forced to step back.

It can't go on like this.

He gritted his teeth and stepped back strategically to one of the heavy shelves. At the moment when the other party stumbled and rushed over, Wen Jianyan dexterously turned around, and then slammed his shoulder against the shelf—

The iron frame swayed and pressed towards Luce.

Countless jars filled with various limbs rolled down, and with a loud noise, Ruth was firmly crushed to the ground.

Even so, Luce was still kicking his legs non-stop, with a beast-like whimper in his throat: "Don't come, don't come! Don't come!"

Wen Jianyan's expression was solemn.

He didn't know what Luce saw to become so crazy.

However, in order to prevent the other party from continuing to threaten himself or others, he stepped forward and kicked the wooden stick away from the opponent's hand.

The stick rolled away into the darkness.

Hit something and stop.

Wen Jianyan was startled, and subconsciously looked in the direction from which the voice came.

Something is lying on the ground.

The dark mass, curled up in the dust, seemed to be shaking in waves.

Wen Jianyan had an ominous premonition.

He circled cautiously, approached from the side, and flashed his flashlight.

Yes……

One of Luce's team.

He was half-lying on the ground, panting heavily, his wrists undulating rapidly in his trousers, his face pale and contorted, his expression painful, and his eyes had the same madness and distraction.

... obligatory hand // kinking.

Wen Jianyan's expression became more serious.

If Luce's symptoms can be explained by some kind of stimulus, this one can't be explained by fear, unless...

Wen Jianyan suddenly thought of something, and her pupils shrank slightly.

He turned around, walked to Luce's side, who was crushed under the shelf as fast as he could, grabbed one of the other's wrists, and flashed it with a flashlight.

Under the weak light of the shaking, the letters on the translucent bracelet of the other party were clearly visible.

[No. 089 Persecuted Delusional Disorder]

The other party's gradually sharp scream echoed in his ears.

"Don't come! Don't come! Don't come!!!"

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth.

Oops.

It looks like... this lab will make every "patient"'s symptoms come true.