Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 162

The sound of several people's rapid breathing echoed in the dark corridor.

Although the chase was temporarily over, no one relaxed their vigilance—according to their previous experience, the sound of the bell meant the change of the world inside and outside, and the arrival of danger.

Wen Jianyan was even more alert, her body muscles tensed slightly instinctively.

After all, he clearly knew that [Alienation] in the dungeon was definitely not a good thing.

Several people gathered discreetly and waited in the dark.

However, nothing happened.

The walls and corridors were not deformed, everything was the same as when the bell rang, and there was no dangerous-looking person rushing out of the darkness.

"Maybe... because there are not many patients on this floor?"

One of them guessed.

After all, the sixth floor is mainly the treatment room, the director's room, and the reference room. Obviously, the density of patients here should be the lowest in the entire Ping An Sanatorium.

Perhaps because of this, they were not dragged into anyone's spiritual world.

"What about the doctor?"

"He is not a patient, should he have no spiritual world?"

Wen Jianyan shook his head, although his breath was unstable, he still said decisively:

"He has."

If he didn't, it would be impossible to know so clearly what happened in Edward's mental world. Although this guy was wearing a seemingly gentle human skin, the inside was not much more normal than other high-risk patients.

"Then... it's also possible that he just went to the doctor when we entered the laboratory?"

Huang Mao guessed.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

He lowered his eyes and didn't answer.

It's not impossible, but...

For some reason, Wen Jianyan always felt that everything was not that simple.

The important thing is that he can't reveal the fact that he knows the alienation of the copy - only the anchor who has a direct connection with the increase of the plot deviation will receive the countdown of alienation.

Exposing this is equivalent to becoming the target of public criticism. To make matters worse, he himself is not completely clear about how he created the plot deviation.

It would be extremely unwise to expose yourself in this situation.

The best way now is to be more vigilant and wait until the vision becomes obvious, then put forward your own guesses logically.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, raised her eyes, and said:

"Do you remember the nurse at the stairs just now?"

Several people were stunned, with a solemn look on their faces: "Of course."

This was the first time after the bell rang, they still saw the existence of NPCs other than hunters in the dungeon.

"Anyway, I don't think the bell this time is the same as before."

Wen Jianyan said calmly.

"The difficulty of the copy will increase over time. Whether it is in the mental world of a certain patient or not, it is better for us to be more vigilant."

Luce and the others nodded heavily.

"……Well."

Just then, a faint whimper came from the ground.

Everyone looked in the direction from which the voice came.

Su Xingxiang has a tendency to be sober.

On that pale face, the eyelids trembled, and then slowly opened, as if he didn't know where he was, showing a blank expression.

He opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but then he covered his throat in pain and coughed violently.

Obviously, this was caused by Wen Jianyan's rude act of dragging someone by the collar just now.

In addition, Su Cheng felt that every part of his body was aching to death, as if he had been run over by a big truck, his bones were shattered, and the wound on his palm was also hot.

He stared at the irregular wound in his palm that was scratched by shards of glass, with a shocked expression, as if he could not remember how it was made.

Luce and the others watched Su Cheng, who was lying on the ground, vigilantly.

Obviously, the unforeseen backstab of the other party left a deep psychological shadow on them.

Wen Jianyan exchanged a bottle of painkiller and threw it to him.

Su Cheng unscrewed the bottle and filled it in one breath. After filling the bottle, he seemed to be much better and said hoarsely, "Thank you."

Wen Jian glanced at Luce, who was beside him, without a trace, crouched down and asked:

"Do you remember anything?"

A blank look appeared on Su Cheng's face: "We... aren't we going to the laboratory? I remember Luce took out the bottle and started corroding the keyhole, and then..."

"Then?" Wen Jianyan asked.

Su Cheng was silent for a while, then shook his head: "I don't remember."

Sure enough, the same as before.

After finding Su Cheng in the confinement room, the other party answered the same way.

He entered the dungeon without being manipulated at all, and attacked the nurse's memory frantically.

Wen Jianyan patted him on the shoulder and said, "You're probably controlled by something in that laboratory. Don't worry, I'll inject you with an antidote and you should be fine."

Topics related to oracles were brushed off with ease.

Mentioning the hostile guild in the dungeon, and this guild is the largest guild in the nightmare, is simply suicide. Maybe their temporary teammates will have evil thoughts and regard them as a stepping stone to please the oracle.

It's better to plant this to the copy mechanism first.

Su Cheng was stunned for a while, and immediately understood what Wen Jianyan meant.

He nodded and said in a hoarse voice, "...Okay, thank you."

He looked at Luce and the others and asked hesitantly, "I...Did I do anything during the time when I lost my memory?"

Wen Jianyan looked away.

Nothing, just almost wiped them out.

"..."

Luce stared at him for a few seconds, as if weighing something.

Shaoyao tugged at his sleeve.

After a long time, Luce let out a long sigh and seemed to accept the explanation: "It's nothing, it's all over."

After all, no one can guarantee that they will never be recruited in the dungeon.

Although this cannot be said to be Su Cheng's fault, Luce is not a saint either. He was almost killed by a temporary teammate who was not a member of his own team. It is impossible to say that he has no resentment.

However, Wen Jianyan alone pulled back all the team members who had almost reached a dead end. This almost turning the tide was enough to offset the losses caused by Su Cheng.

Plus what Shaoyao told him before...

After weighing the pros and cons, Luce finally decided to let go of the past and continue to maintain the current cooperative relationship with the other party.

Wen Jian touched the corner of his lower lip without a trace.

He stretched out his hand and dragged Su Cheng up from the ground: "Get up, I really don't want to drag you to escape anymore."

"That's right."

Huang Mao nodded vigorously, with a lingering look on his face: "You are too heavy."

Su Cheng: "..."

With a shy expression on his face, he said in a low voice, "Hug, sorry, the dessert made by cockscomb is so delicious, I accidentally..."

Although the dungeon is full of dangers, life and death are on the line, but because of the extra season in the team, after Su Cheng entered the nightmare, not only did he not lose weight, but he actually gained two pounds.

The atmosphere was unusually relaxed.

Wen Jianyan quietly let the relaxed atmosphere spread for a few seconds, then looked straight, and said:

"Let's go, since you've already come here, why don't you take the opportunity to explore, maybe you can find something useful."

After all, the dean's office and the reference room are in front of them. According to common sense, there should be key information that is very closely related to the copy.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Luce: "We'd better act together."

No one wants to experience the catastrophic consequences of the last separate operation.

Wen Jianyan has no opinion.

"Let's go, let's go to the data room to find out."

Wen Jian said.

He was very concerned about the uroborus marked on the iron plate outside the laboratory, but due to the situation, Wen Jianyan had to leave at that time.

Maybe in the data room, we can find some clues related to the abandoned laboratory.

Perhaps it is because there is an iron door outside that can only be entered by swiping a card.

A smell of old books and dust wafts in my face.

Wen Jianyan groped for the location of the light switch.

With a click, the light came on.

The data room in front of you is very large, and the rows of iron shelves are filled with thick folders and documents, which appear under the gradually lit electric lights, and you can't see the edge at a glance.

"Look separately." Wen Jianyan said.

After all, in a room, if someone finds a clue or encounters an accident, raise their voice and shout, and others can come quickly.

The crowd dispersed, entered between different bookshelves, and rummaged among the old papers.

Wen Jianyan raised her eyes and scanned the bookshelf in front of her.

Rows of documents were neatly listed, and he pulled out one and began to read it.

The above is the patient list. Although the paper looks very old, the text on it can still be clearly identified - photos, lives, diseases, symptoms, and other materials necessary for admission to the hospital.

Wen Jianyan glanced at the date.

Strangely, there is no date.

He frowned, raised his hand and pulled out another medical record book again.

Still no date.

The third, the fourth, the fifth...

Wen Jianyan randomly selected different medical record books from different positions on the shelf, and each book did not have any date.

strangeness……

Wen Jianyan frowned, with a thoughtful look on her face.

At this moment, Huang Mao's voice came from not far away: "Ah! I have experimental records here!"

"!"

Wen Jianyan was refreshed, pushed the roster in her hand back into the shelf, and walked quickly towards the direction from which the voice came.

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"Squeak-"

The door to the treatment room was pushed open from the inside.

The doctor who was meticulously dressed stood inside the door, his slender fingers resting on the doorknob, a pair of light green eyes half-squinted behind the lenses, staring blankly at the messy corridor in front of him.

Most of the corridor has been covered with scarlet flesh membranes, squirming on the walls and ground like life, stretching like tentacles, as if looking for something.

"Tsk."

As if seeing something dirty, Dr. Reiss frowned without a trace, and a look of disgust flashed across his face. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the laboratory, smacking his tongue impatiently.

"This guy was actually released too."

Dr. Reiss turned his head, looked at the closed iron door not far away, and raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

Could it be that……

He seemed to have reacted suddenly, stunned, raised his hand and touched the pocket of his shirt—

It was empty there.

"..."

After a brief silence, Dr. Reiss suddenly laughed, a look that almost sighed in his green eyes.

"Well then, good luck."

If it was him, maybe he could really find something.