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Chapter 158 Safe Nursing Home

Chapter 158

Wen Jianyan had a solemn expression, took two steps back, and slowly left Luce, who was lying on the ground.

...

He looked up.

There was a dead silence in the darkness, and only a few jars containing various human tissues were still slowly rolling towards the distance, making a rolling sound that was gradually distant.

Tick, tick.

There was a faint sound of water droplets coming from somewhere.

Everything was shrouded in an ominous shadow, as far as the line of sight could be seen, and unknown dangers swirled in the darkness, making one's throat tighten.

This guess is...very bad.

Wen Jianyan remembered that when entering the copy, the symptom displayed on her wristband was intellectual disability.

This is not actually a mental illness in nature, but in the distorted context of incarceration and treatment of homosexuality as sexual inversion, it is natural that people can be sent to nursing homes for intellectual disability.

As for the sexual inversion he added for himself, it doesn't really matter if it comes true.

After all, no matter which gender you have a desire for, it will not affect Wen Jianyan's clearance.

Intellectual disability is different.

There are many crises in the copy, even if Wen Jianyan has mobilized all his energy and IQ, he cannot guarantee 100% that he can escape from it...

If this symptom is true, then he will probably lose his ability to think, which is equivalent to losing the bargaining chip of survival.

In such a dangerous place, it means certain death.

The heart was pounding, the brain was hot in the cranial cavity, and the palms were oozing cold sweat.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

The first and most important thing is to understand why this disease occurs.

Violated some kind of taboo? Violating some kind of rule? Or is it simply entering this lab and contaminating it over time?

What Wen Jianyan was most worried about was the last one.

This judgment is too loose, almost impossible to guard against, and it is almost equivalent to the death penalty.

He moved his fingers holding the flashlight, his sticky and sweaty palms covered the icy flashlight to warm it, turned his wrist, and quickly looked around in the huge dark room.

Obviously, there are only two people in this hall, that is, Luce and his team.

Su Cheng, Huang Mao, and the peony belonging to Luce's team are not here.

There are no other forks on the fourth floor of the West Building, and Wen Jianyan has not seen anyone along the way, which means...

Wen Jianyan turned around, the light beam of the flashlight passed through the darkness and shone on the iron door with a gap behind it.

——Obviously, they should have entered here.

Among the cluttered clues, Wen Jianyan finally found a clear thread.

That being the case, the symptom-producing judgment is not for the broad and simple reason of entering the laboratory or being in the laboratory for too long.

Otherwise, as teammates who acted with Luce and the others, Su Cheng and the others could not have survived.

One more important thing...

According to the chaos in front of the iron gate, it can be seen that there should be some commotion here.

So that even though two teammates in the team were recruited, Su Cheng and the others did not turn around and ran out, but fled deeper into the laboratory...

Will it be because of what?

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, showing a thoughtful look.

Beneath the heavy iron frame, Luce no longer struggled. He quietly curled up in the dust, like a frightened beast, shivering instinctively, and seemed to be muttering in his mouth. wearing something.

Just in case, Wen Jianyan activated an advanced protective shield for himself.

Since he upgraded to B-level, the level of the protective cover he purchased has also increased, which not only prolongs the duration, but also becomes more convenient. It covers the skin like a thin film and does not affect the anchor at all. action.

Wen Jianyan squatted down beside Luce.

He carefully opened the other's eyelids with his hands, lit it with a flashlight, observed the contraction of the other's pupils, and probed for the other's pulse.

Even through the protective film, Wen Jianyan could still feel that the other party's skin was hot and his pulse was disordered and fast.

Although the state is very poor, it is probably not life-threatening, but I don't know if this state is reversible.

Under the light of the flashlight, Wen Jianyan suddenly discovered something...

He frowned slightly and pushed the other's head with his fingers, causing him to turn to the side, exposing his neck.

On the sweaty and pale skin, you can see the crimson-red weird lines, separated like branches, densely packed, like spider webs, but not exactly the same...

There is more than one small central point, connected by irregular thin dendrites, like small neurons connected one by one.

Wen Jianyan's brows furrowed even tighter.

He reached out and touched the middle area of the mesh—

There, a small red dot was faintly visible, and there was still a little blood on it that had not dried up.

Like a needle left behind, and like...

Tick, tick.

A vague, dripping sound came from the darkness.

It seems to be closer than before.

The body of Luce, who was pressed under the iron frame, suddenly tensed up. He seemed to have seen something particularly terrifying. The whole person trembled involuntarily, but no sound came out of his mouth. On the contrary, he It became extraordinarily quiet, almost eerily quiet.

Wen Jianyan seemed to realize something.

He held his breath involuntarily, the flashlight turned slowly in the direction it was aimed at, and slowly shone towards the top of his head.

The slightly swaying beam of light disappeared into the darkness, and the blurred light quickly moved to the top of the head, illuminating a small part of the high ceiling.

The entire ceiling is covered with a crimson-red strange flesh membrane, and the branch-like fine lines connect the giant neurons, which have been submerged into the depths of darkness.

Thin, needle-like tentacles hang down and shake silently, from which viscous scarlet liquid drips.

ticking in the dark.

That's mouthparts.

Thin and pointed, it penetrates the skin with ease.

Looking at the dense and strange fleshy membrane, Wen Jianyan's scalp was numb.

...at least he now knows why.

Under the swaying flashlight beam, those countless slender, tentacle-like thin lines hang down, fluttering quietly as if alive, extending down silently, extending—

The one near the iron gate is the longest.

Wen Jianyan made a visual inspection and found that there was only a dozen centimeters left between himself and the nearest mouthpart.

He swallowed his saliva with difficulty and pressed the flashlight down, preventing the strong light from falling directly on those weird things.

Wen Jianyan turned her head again and looked at the two in front of her.

Even if they have fallen into the negative state of being affected by the copy, the survival instinct still dominates the behavior of the two.

They are very quiet.

A little too quiet.

A few loose and broken threads are woven together.

Yes, these fleshy membranes that seem to be undulating with breathing have no eyes, and should only be able to identify prey by sound.

Su Cheng and the others came to the iron gate and were captured after making a sound. Under the attack of his teammates who went mad because of his illness, they fled into the iron gate in a panic.

The movement just now was too loud, and it was obvious that these tentacles were also awakened.

but……

Wen Jianyan's eyes fell on the jars on the ground that had stopped rolling - the tentacles at the top of each jar were a little longer than the sides.

He let out a slow, long sigh of relief, layers of cold sweat oozing from his back.

Thank goodness.

If he hadn't just overturned the shelf and let these jars roll randomly in all directions, making sounds from different directions, disturbing the cognition of the sense of direction of the weird flesh membrane, making them unable to accurately locate his position, he would be afraid It has also been infected without a trace.

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Good guy, this is the first time I can see what the laboratory looks like... This is too much for dinner.

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If you come to this laboratory to explore, in fact, the fewer people the better. After all, as long as someone in the team becomes crazy, the noise will continue to occur. A pig teammate is much more terrifying than a hundred enemies.

After confirming that the two of Luce would not move around at will, and would not continue to make noises, Wen Jianyan held her breath, stepped back gently, put her feet down, and walked silently in the direction of the iron gate.

The young man's figure was slightly sideways, and he drilled into the crack of the door, like a live fish, and disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

The iron door blocked those weird flesh membranes, but Wen Jianyan didn't let down his guard. He took a deep breath and moved his fingers that were particularly stiff because he was clenching the flashlight.

After all, these areas in the copy, only the more difficult it is to move forward.

He raised his wrist and pointed a flashlight in front of him.

The ceiling was covered with scarlet, sticky fleshy membranes, but since he didn't make any sound, those tentacles hung far above his head, not ready to grow downwards.

Wen Jianyan's wrist is down, and the beam of light falls in front of her.

His movements stopped, and a surprised expression appeared on his face.

Appearing in front of...

It's actually stairs.

The stairs went up, and the top was in an unknown darkness.

Wait, isn't he at the top right now?

In other words, Ping An Sanatorium also has a hidden fifth floor?

There were noticeably messy footprints on the stairs.

Following these traces, Wen Jianyan stepped forward and walked up the stairs.

His steps were light, walking like a shadow in the darkness.

As they go up, those flesh membranes seem to be expanding their scope. Not only the ceiling, but even the walls are clinging to a layer of light red flesh nets. Humidity gradually increases.

Soon, the fifth floor arrived.

The iron door with the exact same standard as the one below is half-open, and the iron door is also covered with meat film, like mold spots, which are irregularly distributed on the door panel.

That strong, as if something rotten smell penetrated into the nose, almost suffocating

Wen Jianyan's face was pale, and she raised her hand to cover her mouth and nose.

He cautiously raised his flashlight and swept over the iron gate.

The iron nameplate on the side is almost eroded, but some intermittent English letters can still be vaguely recognized.

Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes, identified it carefully, moved her lips, and made a subtle and indistinguishable voice: spiritual...u...

He was startled:

uroborus.

These are the only two English words that can be recognized.

The first meaning is spiritual.

The second meaning is:

Ouroboros.

At this moment, a thin, lowered voice came from the door: