Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 27

The room was dimly lit, and the light in the hallway penetrated the blurred glass, barely illuminating the faded and mottled children's drawings on the walls.

Jiguantou stared blankly and stared at the young man in front of him with his mouth open. Under such a strong shock and shock, his brain was already messed up.

He has already gone through the dungeon four times, and he is not considered a novice, so he can understand every word and concept spoken by the other party without any obstacles.

It is precisely because of this that he feels more and more unimaginable...

Tempt more ghost babies to regard themselves as mothers, take advantage of the loopholes in the concept, get out of the rules, and make themselves the real mother of ghost babies who can control ghost babies in turn.

This is no longer a slightly inadvertent, full game lost problem.

What a terrifying person would it have to be to come up with such a crazy and daring solution?

terrible……

Jiguantou stood there dumbfounded, and felt a chill slowly climb up his back. This strong sense of fear did not come from the monster in this copy, but from the living human standing in front of him.

Wen Jianyan took out her mobile phone and opened the backstage of Nightmare.

In addition to the change of the identity card and the points added to the account, he also saw another line of small print:

[Countdown to Instance Alienation]

【00:10:00】

It was an hour last time, but this time it was shortened to ten minutes.

Wen Jianyan sighed.

He knew it.

After all, he just got rid of a boss in the last dungeon, and he has already been able to alienate nc, but this time he directly stuck a bug, not only controlling all the ghost babies, but also making his remaining survival time uncalculable, dungeon The adjustments made may be even more extreme than the last time.

……Forget it.

Anyway, it is not the first time that he has been targeted by a copy.

In this case, the ten minutes before this alienation must be well grasped.

Wen Jianyan put the phone back in his pocket, turned to look at Jiguantou beside him: Let's go, let's hurry up.

Go, where?

The cockscomb head has not changed his mind, and asked dumbly.

Wen Jianyan pondered for two seconds and replied:

Go to the office on the third floor first.

Before the alienation happened, he had to find Lin Qing's office quickly to see if there were any clues in it.

In the broadcast hall.

Under the splendid dome, in the square divided into different areas, countless crowds flowed endlessly, and the anchors belonging to different guilds were free to trade, socialize, and entertain during the intervals of their live broadcasts.

As a strange space independent of the whole world, it is extraordinarily lively and peaceful here, only the light screen suspended in the void above its head shows a hint of ominous aura.

The blood-red [Entertainment to Death] four characters hang in the air, quietly looking down at the huge space below.

Everything is the same as usual.

Suddenly, a ding sounded in the dome. This mechanical sound was so familiar that everyone in the hall subconsciously stopped their movements and looked towards the source of the sound.

Dear streamers, everyone, the C-level dungeon [Fukang Private General Hospital] is now open for emergency recruitment, the points are doubled, and the time limit is ten minutes.

On the light screen hanging in the void, the blood-red slogan disappeared at some point, leaving only a slowly flickering countdown:

【00:10:00】

What? !

The host hall was in an uproar.

All the anchors looked at each other and saw the exact same shock and excitement on each other's faces.

The opened dungeon temporarily recruits anchors. The probability of this happening is very small, which often means two possibilities: First, shortly after the opening of the dungeon, the death rate of anchors has reached more than 90%. , in this case, the dungeon will open temporary recruitment, but this situation often occurs in dungeons above level A, or below d-level - either the dungeon is too difficult, or the anchor is too bad.

Few people will accept this kind of recruitment. After all, the dungeons below the D level have too little income, and the A-level dungeons have high mortality rates. Even if they participate, it is easy to lose more than the gains.

Another possibility is...

Unpredictable changes occurred in the dungeon, the anchor broke the overall balance, and the dungeon could not adjust itself, so it was necessary to recruit new anchors to adjust the unbalanced plot.

This situation is much more ideal.

High reward, low risk, as long as you complete the tasks assigned by the system, or play the characters in the script well, you can have a very considerable income.

The low-level anchors in the entire square couldn't help but move.

Damn, don't think about it.

An old anchor looked coldly at the new anchor who was eager to try, sneered, and said, Even if you go, you won't be able to get a spot.

Why? The new anchor frowned and asked in disbelief: This copy is C-level, isn't it? Then there will definitely be a limit on the number of senior anchors. If the level is too high, there is no way to enter, since everyone It's a low-level anchor, why can't I get a spot?

Of course senior anchors can't get in, and they're not interested in going in either.

The old anchor shook his head and said: However, the major guilds will not let go of this low-risk and high-return opportunity. They will definitely send new recruits from their own trade unions who are relatively low-level and have high training value. , can also reduce the death rate... Do you have the confidence to grab the quota from those guilds?

Saying that, the old anchor raised his hand and pointed to the guild ranking hanging high not far away.

Oracle, dark fire, eternal day.

The guilds with the top three points hang high on the top of the Glory Rankings, which looks extraordinarily unattainable.

The new anchor fell silent and clenched his fists secretly.

The old anchor said: Don't be too unwilling, this kind of opportunity will come to you sooner or later.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked up at the blood-red countdown not far away, and said Yoyo: And, no matter how unlucky you are, you can't compare to the unlucky anchor who broke the balance in this dungeon... This person is definitely doomed. .

The third floor of Fukang Private General Hospital.

Wen Jianyan quickly found the doctor's office area.

He recalled the information on Lin Qing's ID card and stopped at the door of one of the offices.

The sign hanging on the door of this office was removed, leaving only a small empty white area on the wall, with a slightly yellowed edge, slightly different from the other colors on the wall.

It should be here.

Wen Jianyan pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The area of ​​the office is not large, but it looks clean and tidy. A doctor's white coat hangs on the hanger. Professional books on obstetrics and gynecology are neatly stacked in the bookcase. Several medical records.

Everything here looks extraordinarily normal and ordinary.

Jiguantou stood at the door. While he was still hesitating whether to go in or not, Wen Jianyan stepped into it without hesitation, and began to search quickly and efficiently.

He turned over all the pockets in the white coat one by one, carefully inspected the inside of the vase, disassembled the photo album on the table, and looked for the mezzanine, wardrobe, desk drawer, secret door in the bookcase, and even professional reference Wen Jianyan did not let go of the eye-catching places in the book and casebook, and took pictures with his mobile phone as soon as he found suspicious points.

... The head of the cockscomb stared at the opponent's skillful movements of rummaging through things in a stunned manner, and fell into the ground in admiration for a while.

This, this is too professional, right?

After conducting a carpet search of the entire office, Wen Jianyan noticed something was wrong.

It's a little too clean here.

The professional reference book has no traces of being read or any notes, and each case in the case book is nothing special, so common that it has no reference value.

There is no trace of life and work.

This is really weird.

Either after Lin Qing's death, this place was thoroughly cleaned and re-arranged, or... this is not Lin Qing's real office.

Wen Jianyan stopped and stood in the center of the office, lost in thought.

He took out his phone again and looked at the countdown on the screen.

【00:04:43】

Less than five minutes left.

So, what part of the three was missed by him?

Wen Jianyan recalled the map on the third floor, and was suddenly startled... Ah, there is another very important place on the third floor that he forgot!

delivery room!

However, if a pregnant woman gives birth, it will not be sent to the operating room on the fourth floor, but will be completed in the delivery room in the obstetrics and gynecology department on the third floor.

This is the core area of ​​the entire third floor. If there is no clue there, then the entire third floor will not be there.

Thinking of this, Wen Jianyan turned around and ran towards the delivery room at the fastest speed.

Jiguantou was taken aback by the other party's rapid movements. He was stunned for two seconds. When he recovered, only the back of the young man was left in his field of vision, running away.

Hey, boss, wait for me!

The cockscomb head hurriedly chased after him.

This is not only because of the contract between the two, but more importantly, based on previous experience, Jiguantou is now convinced that Wen Jianyan is the boss.

In this case, of course, you have to hold the big guy's thigh tightly and not let go!

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, and it became more and more terrifying in the empty late-night hospital. Soon, the door of the delivery room was close at hand.

As the distance shortened, Wen Jianyan could smell the blood in the air getting stronger and stronger.

He panted slightly and stopped his running footsteps.

[Birthroom] The three characters hang high, showing a strange green under the illumination of the lights.

Walking through the door, there are empty offices and nurse stations. Going further, there is a large delivery room. Pregnant women who are about to give birth are usually sent here to rest, and wait until the cervix is ​​opened until the delivery allows. size will be pushed into the delivery room. At this moment, there is also no one in the waiting room, only the empty hospital beds are neatly arranged in it.

Further forward, is the delivery room.

The door to the delivery room was closed, with a sign Family Stopped posted on it.

The delivery room of Fukang Hospital was built a long time ago. At that time, there should be no habit of accompanying delivery. All family members had to wait outside the delivery room and were not allowed to enter.

The further you go, the dimmer the light gets.

When Wen Jianyan walked to the door of the delivery room, there was only a faint light left, flickering like an unstable current.

There was a dizzying sweet smell floating in the air, as if an operation had just been performed, and the smell of blood had not dissipated.

The door to the delivery room was tightly shut, unable to be pushed open, and there was no keyhole that could be picked.

but……

Wen Jianyan's gaze fell on the card swipe at the door of the delivery room, and her gaze couldn't help but pause slightly.

He opened his backpack and took out the identity card that was rewarded by the system after completing the difficult side quest.

A blood-stained magnetic card appeared out of thin air in his palm. The writing on it was either worn out, or was deeply hidden under the bloodstain, making it completely unclear.

Wen Jianyan brought the magnetic card close to the machine at the door——

drop.

With a soft sound, the door of the delivery room in front of him slowly opened inward, revealing a dark passage.

The next second, a familiar mechanical voice rang in my ears: The hidden branch is opened and completed!

Almost at the moment when the voice fell, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

From the place where the magnetic card was in contact, a little brown-red blood started to spread. There were mottled, deep and shallow bloodstains everywhere on the ground and walls. There were drag-like traces and splattered bloodstains. Some are old, with only tan dried bloodstains left, while others are still very new, as if they had just been splashed, still slowly sliding down the wall.

I don't know since when, the empty delivery room has been filled with people.

It's not really accurate to say it's human.

Whether it is family members in ordinary clothes waiting outside the delivery room, or doctors and nurses in white coats, they all have blank faces without facial features.

At this moment, a nurse came towards Wen Jianyan, the face without facial features pointed straight at him, and said in a normal voice:

Doctor Lin, what are you waiting for? The operation is about to start.

Doctor Lin?

Wen Jianyan suddenly realized that the role he played in this absurd drama was probably Lin Qing himself.

He nodded without changing his face: Okay, I'll go in right now.

Wen Jianyan turned around and found that the door of the delivery room in front of her was already open to him, and the lights in the cleaning area were bright.

All doctors participating in the operation have to change their surgical gowns, clean and sterilize them, and then enter the final operating area. The preparation of medicines and medical equipment is also carried out here.

However, the clean area here is far from clean.

The traces of blood on the walls were deeper and heavier, and the ground was sticky, as if there were some kind of blood-red tissue all over it, and when you stepped on it, it would make a strange noise.

Further inside is the operation area. Through the blurred glass covered with blood, Wen Jianyan could vaguely see the moving figures inside - it seemed that it was the delivery waiting for him.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The terrifying scream, as if it could tear the eardrum, came from deep in the operating room, and everything was horrifying.

Wen Jianyan maintained a calm expression. Under the guidance of the faceless nurse, she changed into a full set of surgical gowns, put on blue disposable gloves, and stepped into the operating area.

The door to the delivery room was open to him.

The area inside was bigger than he thought, but only a bunch of ceiling lights illuminated the only delivery bed in the center of the delivery room, and all the other places around were shrouded in darkness that was impenetrable to sight.

Around the bed were nurses and doctors, also fully dressed.

Through the masks, they could see their blank faces without facial features.

I don't know when it started, the shouting has stopped, and only a dull mumble is left.

Doctor Lin, you are finally here.

One of the doctors said, We'll be waiting for you.

After he finished speaking, he made way for Wen Jianyan, then took out a gleaming scalpel from the surgical tray and handed it to him: Please be the chief surgeon.

Wen Jianyan took the scalpel, then turned her head to look at the operating table.

The next second, his breath choked slightly.

I saw a woman tied tightly to the delivery bed, her arms were fixed on the top of her head, her wrists had been rubbed and the flesh was blurred, and her bones could be seen deep. Gao, like a balloon that is about to be inflated, and winding blue-red blood vessels can be seen under the skin that is so thin that it is almost transparent.

Both feet are also wide open and fixed.

Scarlet blood dripped from under the surgical gown, and it had gathered into a small pool of blood on the ground.

On the belly, a strange shape stood out, as if something was struggling under the skin, trying hard to break free.

Although her face was contorted with pain and fear, Wen Jianyan was still able to recognize...

This is Lin Qing's face.

Her lips were sewn tightly with needles and thread, the lower half of her face was stained red with blood, her eyes were wide open, she stared at Wen Jianyan, her sewn lips squirming, as if she wanted to say something.

What's the matter, Doctor Lin? said a faceless man, Why don't you use the knife?

The scalpel in Wen Jianyan's hand reflected an icy cold light under the light, as if urging something silently.

He took a deep breath, stepped forward slowly, and stood on the side of the delivery table.

Although he has no facial features, Wen Jianyan can feel that all the nurses and doctors are staring at him, waiting for the moment when he cuts Lin Qing's belly.

The cold light of the scalpel flickered, and the slender fingers holding the handle of the knife did not hesitate to cut it precisely—

In the next second, the tip of the knife quickly cut through the thin line that tightly sewed the woman's lips.

More blood gushed out, but Lin Qing didn't seem to notice it. She widened her trembling eyes and screamed at Wen Jianyan:

second lower floor!

She seemed to want to say something, but soon, a cold light passed by.

Wen Jianyan's pupils trembled.

Lin Qing's body shuddered, his head slowly tilted back, blood gurgled out of his throat, which was greatly slit, and he lost his breath in an instant.

The doctor standing opposite took back the blood-stained scalpel in his hand and stared at Wen Jianyan with his face without facial features. His voice was cold: Lin Qing, you have disappointed me too much.

Since this hotbed is useless, then you are the next one.

The other faceless people around approached and reached out to Wen Jianyan, as if trying to catch him.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A shrill scream sounded.

The faceless man who was holding Wen Jianyan's wrist suddenly let go of his hand, and on his palm, he could see a small blue-purple bite mark, like the mark of a baby biting hard.

what happened……?

On the operating table, Lin Qing's dead corpse lay quietly under the light, her dark pupils staring in this direction, but her raised belly was still squirming, and the range of movements became even more intense. severe--

Thorn-

The sound of flesh being torn rang out, and something drilled out from the depths of the corpse's belly.

The bloody mass looked at Wen Jianyan: ...

It turned its head and retracted back into the corpse's belly as if it had never been there.

No, it's impossible, this, how is this possible!

The scene in front of him is really too sensational, the faceless man said in a panicked tone, subconsciously took two steps back, and stared at the pale young man who seemed weak in front of him in disbelief:

what is that?

Wen Jianyan took out a handful of candies from her pocket.

The next second, the invisible little palms scrambled, and soon only the candy was left.

Oh, you mean them?

The young man replied in a pleasant manner, his amber eyes were dyed into bottomless black by ghosts, and the corners of his bloodless pale lips twitched, revealing a happy smiling expression:

Of course my children.