Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 143

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

Ah this?!

How could this be? I thought Edward was dead!

I always feel that this Ping An Nursing Home is different from what I remember, but I can't tell what is wrong...

Aah, ah, help, what happened during this period of time! I really want to know ah ah!

The moment he saw Edward, Wen Jianyan was so shocked that he almost stopped breathing.

The last time we met, the other party opened his stomach with the tip of the axe blade and died in front of his eyes. As a result, it didn't take long before this guy appeared alive in front of him again...

What the hell does this happen? !

His lip lines were tight, his pupils shrunk, his shocked gaze was fixed on the blond man not far away, his mind was in chaos, and he couldn't sort out any clues.

Feeling the sight from the outside, Edward, who was trapped in the glass cage, looked back.

His hair was tousled, his beastly muscular body taut, shadows filling the gullies between his muscles.

What did that viper in the white coat do to you, baby?

The mad dog bared his sharp white teeth, and his voice lingered on the edge of mania.

With a slight smile on his lips, Dr. Reiss stood aside, his white coat was not messed up at all. Compared with Edward who was not far away, he could be regarded as well-dressed and neat, from the hair to the trousers, all of which showed modernity. The grace and enlightenment of civilization.

He said in a gentle tone:

Edward, be polite, it's all for your recovery and part of the treatment.

These words sounded like they came from a doctor who really cared about his patients.

—and that includes understanding the changes in interpersonal relationships between patients.

Dr. Reiss raised his hand and put it gently on Wen Jianyan's shoulder.

The weird touch of the rubber gloves fell on the skin without any hindrance, causing Wen Jianyan to be shocked, and turned to look at Dr. Reiss, who was beside him.

The face of the other party is elegant and rational, and under the thin transparent lenses, there are a pair of cold green eyes.

For some reason, an ominous premonition slowly rose in Wen Jianyan's heart.

You seem surprised to see him, said Dr. Race.

Wen Jianyan pursed her lips and didn't answer.

You thought he was dead, didn't you? The poisonous snake approached with a smile, fingers up the young man's tense shoulders, and finally landed on his lips, Under your inducement?

...

Wen Jianyan took a breath.

At that moment, he suddenly realized something and looked up at Edward.

Under the glass cover, Edward had completely quieted down. He scrutinized the scene in front of him thoughtfully, and there was a little dark color in his light blue eyes.

The doctor turned around casually, checked the changes in the heart rate detector, and raised his eyebrows:

Look, something has changed.

He pulled the long piece of white paper in front of Wen Jianyan, pointed out to him an obvious chaotic fluctuation on it, smiled and said meaningfully, It seems that you really like my last one. this image.

Wen Jianyan's body tightened slightly.

Dr. Reiss released his hand, and the long white scroll fell:

Unfortunately, sometimes data isn't everything.

He raised his hand to touch Wen Jianyan's forehead, lifted his eyelids to observe, his movements were skillful and calm, but the smile on his lips widened a little: The symptoms are typical sympathetic nervous excitement.

Sympathetic activation can cause dilated pupils, sweaty skin, increased heart rate, stomach cramps, and in a nutshell… nervousness and fear.

Will you be frightened when you see his body?

Dr. Reiss retracted his gaze from Edward and turned to look at Wen Jianyan.

He leaned closer, and through the thin lens, he could see the pair of cold burning green eyes, his breathing quickened, but his voice was always elegant and calm:

Would you be disappointed to see him alive?

He raised his hand, pinched the young man's chin, and put the fingertips in rubber gloves against his lower lip, watching the soft and full lips squeezed and deformed.

Dr. Reese's voice became lighter, and there was a terrifying frenzy in his low whisper:

Do you get excited when you confuse others to commit suicide?

... Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Dr. Reiss from under her fine eyelashes.

He suddenly smiled, and the tension and fear just now disappeared without warning like a thin remnant of snow under the sun.

Wen Jianyan said unhurriedly:

Thank you for your mental profiling and treatment. I wonder if you would like to hear what I think of you?

Dr. Reiss narrowed his eyes and did not answer.

In the occupational statistics of perverted killers, both doctors and psychiatrists have the highest frequency of these two occupations. Obviously, high education, rich medical background and anti-reconnaissance knowledge are the perfect protective colors.

Wen Jianyan stared at each other, her amber eyes bottomless:

You prefer to watch than to do it yourself.

You're not a killer, you're not a butcher, you don't like blood on your hands, you don't like violence, no... It's something else that drives you crazy, you prefer to hide behind the scenes, be a manipulative bitch, you Like watching people go crazy under their own guidance, it will excite you, make you addicted... You can't quit this addiction, right?

You're doing experiments on humans and messing with their brains.

Wen Jianyan's gaze swept towards Edward with an inexplicable meaning, and his gaze fluttered over the scar left by the scorch marks on the other's chest.

Unfortunately, electrotherapy doesn't work well on big guys, doesn't it?

Let me think...why did you bring me here?

The corners of Wen Jianyan's lips were slightly hooked, and her eyes seemed to have terrifying penetrating power, You saw me and Edward talking in the corridor, didn't you? Do you think you saw the same kind?

It's funny, can a poisonous snake feel lonely too?

Do you think you are very wise? You are above others?

Wen Jianyan smiled, the corners of his lips curved upward, revealing a bright and soft smile, but his words were sharp and poisonous:

No...you are a hypocrite, coward, voyeur, erectile dysfunction, timid, humble, eager to find the same kind, and afraid of the existence of the same kind... You think I am the same as you?

The young man leaned over, looked at the man's cold green eyes, and smiled softly:

you guessed wrong.

... The fake smile on Dr. Reese's face was unknowingly removed little by little.

However, instead of looking angry, he looked very interested.

His eyes flicked inch by inch from Wen Jianyan's body, which was firmly imprisoned on the hospital bed, greedy, eager, full of aggression and aggressive desire.

Sorry, I withdraw my last diagnosis from you.

Wen Jianyan's eyes swept down, and suddenly laughed viciously:

It looks like I'm not the only patient with sexual inversion here, isn't it... a doctor?

[Integrity First] Live Room:

...grass, grass, grass!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly

This, this... I, I, I... Help, so the best way to deal with perverts is to be more perverted than him!!!

Pinch mom...is this strength? I'm so shocked...

[Open the door card (difficult-level props in the fantasy amusement park copy) has been activated]

With only a crunch sound, the cage holding the mad dog was opened.

In the next second, everything got out of control, and the primitive and savage power invaded into the neat and clean space in front of him without warning, the table topped over, and the equipment was destroyed.

Order and chaos are at war.

Wen Jianyan smiled.

The relationship between Edward and Dr. Reiss was never harmonious, not only because the two were doctors and patients at Ping An Sanatorium, but also because Dr. Reese was an out-and-out sadist and control freak. The therapy he practiced on Edward was definitely worse than that on himself, and he just mentioned it without a trace in the spiritual profile just now.

Crack it!

A crisp bone sound sounded, and the thumb phalanx was skillfully broken until it was dislocated.

Wen Jianyan's brows did not move, but her face turned pale for a moment.

He pulled his wrist out of the belt loop, untied all the bindings on his body as quickly as possible, and turned his head to look at the two who were fighting together behind his back.

Across the messy utensils, Dr. Race's cold and frantic green eyes looked straight at him, but he couldn't escape under Edward's offensive.

Wen Jianyan grinned, pointed his middle finger at him, and said insultingly:

Stupid.

After he finished speaking, he turned around and dived into the darkness skillfully and deftly, like a fish that fell into the water and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

*

He heard the cold mechanical sound of the system.

【Ding! Congratulations to the anchor for completing the task: leaving the treatment room alive

Bonus points: 500]

After escaping from the treatment room, in order to prevent being caught up, and to prevent being seen by other nurses, Wen Jianyan activated the invisibility prop without hesitation.

He needs to leave the vicinity as quickly as possible to prevent him from re-entering the inner world - he doesn't want to follow the bell tolling, the inner world ends, and he is teleported to the vicinity of the treatment room and back to the beast's territory.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, raised her hand, and took her thumb back to the distance with a click, her expression twisted slightly under the pain, and she couldn't control her breath.

Grass.

It really hurts a person.

He exchanged gauze and painkillers, tied his wounds in place, and walked forward.

This is an excellent opportunity.

Due to the extremely limited ID card of patient, Wen Jianyan never found a chance to see the whole picture of the copy, and this time, he not only escaped from the jurisdiction of Dr. Reiss, but also did not have the nurses to follow him, and wanted to have a general grasp of the situation. There could be no better time than now for the situation and rules of this dungeon below.

Wen Jianyan made up her mind and walked quickly in the direction she remembered.

——On the way he was escorted, he clearly remembered that he had passed by a duty room.

Soon, he found the duty room according to his memory.

Wen Jianyan smoothly pulled out a nurse uniform and put it on.

Although slightly loose, it still looks decent and flawless when all the buttons are fastened.

After putting on the nurse uniform, the identity strip on the wrist became translucent little by little, and the text on it also changed.

【Identify card】

Name: Wen Jianyan

Age: 24

Occupation: Signed anchor of the Nightmare Live Room

Related plot: Due to intellectual disability and sexual inversion, he was sent to Ping An Special Nursing Home for hospitalization (the status of a nursing worker in Ping An Nursing Home has been obtained)

Wen Jianyan was a little surprised.

He did not expect that although the difficulty of this copy is not low, the conversion judgment of the host's identity card would be so relaxed...

Even in the dungeon of Decai Middle School, the identity card conversion can only be completed after obtaining the approval of the NPC, but in this dungeon, a change of clothes is enough.

This is something that Wen Jianyan did not expect.

He tentatively removed the invisibility props on his body, and the uniformed nurse passed by him without looking sideways, completely unaware that his current colleague was a mental patient a few minutes ago.

...

Wen Jianyan raised her eyebrows.

Anyway, it's very convenient.

He swaggered into the nurse's room and began to rummage.

But in just a few minutes, he gained a lot.

Electric baton, map, everything.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

Hahahahaha! The anchor's traditional art is online!

If you can't beat it, join the 2.0 version and put it into testing!

Actually, the copy of Ping An Sanatorium actually allows the anchor to use the uniforms of other employees as cover. After all, if you are always a patient, there is basically no room for activities, but... alas.

??? Don't you want riddlers in front of you? What are you sighing!

Well, how do you put it, opportunity and risk always coexist.

In this dungeon, only medium-risk and high-risk patients will create the inner world, and the scope of the inner world is limited, and these patients are basically locked in several underground floors, and occasionally they are thrown into confinement due to violations. In the room, the frequency of free activities allowed is also very low, which actually limits their contact with the anchors.

In short, if the anchor has been acting as a patient, the number of dangerous patients encountered is not large and not dense. Although the activity space of this identity is small, it is actually protection in a sense, but it will be different if the identity is changed. now...

! So, with a larger range of activities and more tasks as a nurse, is there more opportunities to come into contact with high-risk patients?

Yes, in fact, the mortality rate of this dungeon of Ping An Sanatorium has not been very high. To be an ordinary patient honestly, and to accumulate points for completing tasks, in fact, there is a great chance of survival.

It's no wonder that this dungeon has so little exploration, but the survival rate is not too low. It's because of this!

Wen Jianyan opened the map and quickly scanned and memorized the contents.

The area of ​​Ping An Sanatorium is not small. The whole building presents a semi-circular shape, with the hall in the center, the wards on the two wings, and a total of four free activity rooms, which are evenly distributed in the east and west buildings—this also explains why the warm Not all the anchors appeared in the free activity room where Jian Yan was.

The nursing home is well equipped, with wards, nursing rooms, various treatment rooms, laboratories, and group nursing rooms, laundry rooms, shower rooms, free play rooms, and open playgrounds, and even a chapel inside. .

Wen Jianyan's eyes slowly slid down and fell below the last nursing home, frowning slightly.

——The first and second floors of the basement are also wards, but there are very few labels on them.

strangeness.

At this moment, a call came from behind.

Hey, it's time to deliver meals to the patient. A nurse waved to Wen Jianyan: Come on.

The taskbar refreshed.

[Primary task has been released: deliver meals to patients in ordinary wards]

[Intermediate task has been released: deliver meals to the ward on the first basement floor]

[Intermediate task has been released: deliver meals to the ward on the second basement floor]

*

Treatment room.

Dr. Reiss was standing in a messy room, his glasses legs were a little crooked, his white coat looked very messy, his body was also splattered with blood, and there was a deep slit in his throat, as if being Some kind of beast tore through it with its fangs.

For the first time, he was stripped from beneath the veneer of civilized elegance.

Dr. Race glanced at the door not far away.

The door seemed to have been knocked open by a bull from the inside, and the door panel hung halfway above the door shaft, making a creaking sound.

The ground was full of messy bloody footprints.

The mad dog was not badly injured, but it shouldn't take much time to recover.

Dr. Reiss lowered his eyes, and carelessly played with a scalpel between his slender fingers. There were still traces of blood on it. The bright silver surface reflected his indifferent face and the huge wound on his throat that was slowly healing.

The reason why the mad dog recovered so quickly from his near-death state was not due to his medical skills.

He was bitten by the throat and not dead, nor was it a miracle.

In the reflection of the scalpel, a thick shadow can be seen surging deep in Dr. Reese's throat, repairing the damaged tissue little by little, and the wound under the blood is smoothing little by little.

The doctor threw away the scalpel and stood up unhurriedly.

——Compared with that brainless dog, he is very careful about his body.

As a person who is particularly sensitive to evil and spiritual power, he gradually realized that he belongs to a terrifying and huge power system somewhere.

With the passage of time, this feeling is clearing up little by little.

Dr. Reiss curled the corners of his lips coldly, revealing a cold and disgusting smile.

They were originally one, but the stupid beast obviously didn't realize it, and even caused him to lose his real prey.

That being the case...

He walked unhurriedly towards the cabinet that was knocked over, took out the blood-drawing utensils, and skillfully tied it to his pale and slender forearm.

The silver needle pierced into the skin, and blood wrapped in bright fragments and dark shadows was drawn into the needle bit by bit, thick, strange, full of sin and madness.

Dr. Reiss raised the tube, shook it under the light, and narrowed a pair of cold green eyes slightly, and a frenzied and excited smile flashed across his lips.

Driven by a savage and primitive desire, his fingertips trembled involuntarily, and the blood all over his body boiled.

A voice whispered in my ear—

Make more lunatics.

More brothers, more minions, more tentacles.

It's his mission to drive everything into madness.

In order to catch another poisonous snake, he did not hesitate to lay traps and nets.