Chapter 145

No sound came through the loudspeaker.

"drop-"

With the red light flashing, the iron door made a rattling sound of metal collisions, and slowly closed behind several people.

A group of people continued to walk forward.

Su Cheng lowered his voice and asked, "So, what do you want to do?"

Wen Jianyan pushed the cart, shook his head slowly, and replied:

"Honestly, I'm not sure either."

The information he has now is too little, like a firefly in the vast night, not enough to see the whole world, the only thing he can do is to follow the clues at hand. fumbled.

Each ward is far apart and separated from each other by iron gates. It is more like a high-security prison than part of a nursing home.

The sound of footsteps reverberated in the cold and long, inexplicably giving people a strange sense of uneasiness.

After a long time, they finally came to Ward 01.

Although the area of the underground ward is also narrow, the walls are exactly the same as the prison. The thick and strong iron railings are welded to death, the cell door is locked, and there is a small push-pull door for delivering meals.

The lights in the ward were dimmed.

The entire No. 01 ward was shrouded in a pitch-black darkness, and it was impossible to see what was inside.

Luce knelt down, pulled out a plastic dinner plate from the cart, filled out another lentil soup, put everything on top of the push-pull opening, and pushed inward.

The sound of metal scraping echoed in the pitch-black space.

There was still a dead silence inside.

Several people looked at each other without staying too long, and pushed the cart to the next ward.

Behind everyone, the dinner plate lay quietly on the spot, as if it had no intention of being taken away.

Ward 02 was also pitch black, as cold and dead as a cave.

The second meal tray was placed on the push-pull tray and pushed deep into the ward.

Unexpectedly, the same is true for Ward 03.

After leaving Ward 03, everyone had puzzled expressions on their faces.

Originally, when they entered the second basement floor to deliver food, they were mentally prepared to encounter all kinds of scary high-risk patients. However, there were a total of five wards, and they had already passed three of them. Not only did nothing happen, but I didn't even see half a person...

This is somewhat strange.

At this time, Luce recalled the question Wen Jianyan asked at the beginning, and frowned slightly:

"Did the doctor do something?"

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes and walked forward pushing the cart.

Since entering the lower second floor, he has been extremely quiet and has not talked to anyone.

Huangmao scratched his head and said cautiously: "However, if nothing unexpected happened this trip, wouldn't that be a bad thing?"

Several people looked at each other.

It is true.

Soon, the fourth iron gate was in sight.

After the harsh "beep" sound, the iron door opened again, and the passage leading to ward 04 opened.

Several people took a deep breath, pulled themselves together, and stepped forward.

Unexpectedly, the light in the ward of No. 04 was on, and the pale and cold light illuminated the small cell. Everyone finally saw clearly the internal layout of the ward on the second basement floor for the first time.

An iron bed was crucified in place, and there was a narrow sink and toilet at the end far away from the bed. However, amidst the roughness, this ward was exceptionally clean and well-organized.

Large and small drawing papers were pasted on the walls, but without exception, all the drawing papers were turned upside down, revealing only the off-white backside.

A slender man was sitting at the table with his head down, holding a charcoal pencil between his fingers, and was scribbling on a piece of paper.

He has a very handsome face, with deep contours, high browbones, deep-set eye sockets, and very light gray eyeballs. His expression is cold and melancholy, with a kind of classical nobleness, as if he is incompatible with this world full of madness and blood. .

Hearing footsteps, he raised his eyes and looked over here.

"Good day."

The man nodded politely to everyone and put down the charcoal pencil in his hand.

It's a pity that everyone here is a senior anchor who has worked hard in the dungeon, and no one will be fooled by the guy's seemingly harmless appearance.

Anyone who is locked up on the second basement floor is an absolute high-risk mental patient, and cannot be an ordinary person.

The moment he saw No. 04, the task list was refreshed with a new task.

[The primary task has been released: see? ? ? of paintings]

[Advanced mission has been released: Got it? ? ? real name]

Several people looked at each other vigilantly, but did not answer.

Su Cheng leaned down and opened the cabinet door of the metal trolley, but before he could take out the dinner plate inside, No. 04 spoke again:

"Excuse me, can I appoint a nurse who will deliver the meals?"

All eyes were on the past.

No. 04 was sitting where he was, his slender fingers were stained with toner, and his smooth, soft gray hair was tied behind his head. If it wasn't for him wearing the same hospital clothes as the others, it would almost make people suspect that he was in a towering hospital. In the ancient castle, he was received with the highest etiquette by the owner with eyes as deep as a pool.

Su Cheng reflexively became vigilant: "No."

No. 04 nodded, no longer making any requests, but lowered his eyes, and continued to paint and draw on the paper.

Luce frowned slightly, and he raised his hand to press Su Cheng's shoulder, preventing his next move. Then, he looked up at No. 04, and asked probingly:

"Who do you want to bring you food?"

The sound of the charcoal pencil rubbing against the paper stopped.

No. 04 raised his eyes, his light gray eyes moved slightly, and fell on Wen Jianyan, who was at the end of the team. His voice was deep and delicate, like a cello:

"May I trouble you?"

Following No. 04's line of sight, everyone turned their heads and looked at Wen Jianyan.

"let me?"

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes slightly and asked back.

The man with gray eyes nodded, with a sense of restraint brought by a good education in his words:

"I won't force you if you don't want to."

"Why would I not want to? This is just my job." Wen Jianyan suddenly smiled: "However, as a reward, can you answer a question for me?"

"certainly."

No. 04 smiled: "Quidproquo." (Latin: equivalent exchange)

Wen Jianyan took the plastic plate from Su Cheng, asked Lu Si to put the lentil soup on the plate, and walked forward slowly.

No. 04 also stood up synchronously, and walked step by step towards the small door for passing things.

Wen Jianyan put the food on the metal plate that was pulled out, and instead of pushing the metal plate to the other side of the iron door immediately, he raised his eyes and met the gray eyes of the man who was close at hand.

The opponent's figure was not strong, and even looked extra slender because of his slenderness, but after getting closer, Wen Jianyan realized that the opponent was still half a head taller than himself.

Damn racial disparity.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and asked slowly:

"What does Dr. Reese want you to do?"

"What? Do you care about him?" No. 04 lowered his eyes, staring at the young man who was only separated from him by an iron gate, and asked softly.

Wen Jianyan didn't answer the question, but just watched the other party calmly.

"All right."

Realizing that Wen Jianyan was not going to provide him with any information, the other party easily compromised, and politely stopped asking, "Dr. Reiss is just here to conduct a physical examination on us."

Is that all?

Wen Jianyan frowned indistinctly, let go of his finger on the dinner plate, and pushed it in instead.

"Thank you."

No. 04 picked up the plate and nodded his thanks.

"What's the content of the inspection?" Wen Jianyan asked.

"Before I answer this question, you need to answer my question first." Number 04 raised his eyes and repeated: "Do you care about him?"

"of course not."

Wen Jianyan raised his eyes, the amber eyes flickered under the long and dense eyelashes, the corners of his lips raised casually, and he easily uttered sweet words that did not distract him:

"It's better to say that I care about you more than him."

No. 04 laughed, and couldn't tell whether she believed Wen Jianyan's answer, but said happily: "Some routine inspection items, blood draw, heart rhythm, and medication are nothing unusual."

Wen Jianyan: "Has he always come to check on you at this time in the past?"

No. 04 didn't answer, he bent down, his long and soft eyelashes drooping, he leaned closer and sniffed the air lightly: "You smell of blood, leather and alcohol...you went to his treatment room, Right?"

"Yes."

Wen Jianyan nodded without hesitation, looked straight at the other party, and repeated: "Will he always come to check on you at this time before?"

"No."

No. 04 shook his head and said, "Tomorrow is the physical examination day. Generally speaking, he rarely comes to the second basement at this time."

The air was stagnant, and the voice of the conversation between the two echoed in the narrow space, with a bit of a strange, tacit understanding that both of them knew, which made the few people listening subconsciously breathe lightly and tense their bodies, as if It is looking at the dark whirlpool that is close at hand under the calm water.

After a brief silence, Wen Jianyan suddenly spoke again:

"Can I see your drawing?"

"certainly."

Under the light, the gray eyeballs of No. 04 showed a light and cold texture, like a layer of light mist, hiding all emotions in it.

Unexpectedly, the other party did not make any request this time, but turned around, walked to the place where he was sitting just now, and picked up the unfinished painting.

He came over and pasted the painting on the iron gate.

The rest of the people came over curiously. After seeing the content on the screen, they couldn't help but startled, and almost forgot how to breathe.

A young man whose limbs had been cut off was drawn on the paper. The only remaining deformed limb was pierced by a sharp weapon. Vines that fed on flesh and blood grew on the severed limbs. Small white flowers bloomed on the vines, tightly entangled around him. Above his neck, the slender body leaned back under the violent tide, the body opened helplessly, with an expression of pain and joy, being violated unscrupulously by the long-haired man who was pressing on him.

Superb painting skills, delicate brushstrokes.

The severed limbs and wounds were so lifelike, it seemed as if they could smell the strong smell of blood.

Dark, gory, scary, and uncomfortable.

Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the task: see? ? ? the paintings

Reward points: 200]

Wen Jianyan's expression was extremely ugly.

The person in the painting has a face exactly like him.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"I go."

"I think I seem to understand why, at the beginning of this dungeon, there was a barrage saying that the real pervert is still behind..."

"Well, there are too many perverts who are staring at the anchor! I'm shocked. Is there any setting for the anchor to be 100% targeted by perverts?"

Several people left Ward 04 as quickly as possible.

"Grass... This guy makes my hair stand on end." Huang Mao couldn't help shrinking his shoulders and said with lingering fear.

Su Cheng nodded in agreement, with an indescribable expression on his face: "Me too."

The two secretly glanced at Wen Jianyan.

If you want to say who has received the biggest impact, it must be himafter all, being drawn into the painting means being targeted by this high-risk patient as a prey, and it is such a dark fantasy...

Even if it didn't happen to either of them, they couldn't help but feel horrified by the painting.

Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes, and walked in the end pushing the cart, ignoring all the eyes on him, looking a little absent-minded.

In fact, when he asked to see the content drawn by the other party, he almost guessed that the content in the painting was probably not a good thing, and it was very likely to be related to him.

However, Wen Jianyan couldn't help but be shocked after witnessing this painting in which the other party's fantasy resided.

The metamorphosis in this copy...

Why are they all so big?

Most importantly, why are they all staring at him?

Wen Jianyan couldn't figure it out.

He admitted that in the previous dungeons, he often offended all kinds of bosses, but in this dungeon, the feeling of being extra "cared for" was too strong. After meeting patient No. 04, this kind of The sense of illusion is almost at its peak.

You know, before the food delivery came here, Wen Jianyan had never met No. 04 anywhere, but when they met for the first time, the other party appointed him to deliver the food.

And that painting...

Wen Jianyan remembered that before they pushed the car in, No. 04 had already started painting, that is to say, most of the painting was completed before the two of them met.

This brings up two conjectures.

In the first case, the other party draws the posture and background first, and then completes the face of the person in the painting after seeing himself.

The second situation is that before Wen Jianyan came to Ward 04, the other party already knew what he looked like, and combined his face with his fantasy and put it into writing.

If it was the first case, Wen Jianyan had nothing to say.

To be able to make the other party "fall in love" at first sight, maybe I really have some kind of physique that attracts perverts...

But if it's the second case...

Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the edge of the metal cart involuntarily. The image of Dr. Reese pressing his hand on it flashed in his mind, and a faint guess slowly formed in his mind.

Maybe this guy did something.

Wen Jianyan had a hunch that if he knew the answer to this question, he might be able to figure out why this dungeon became so weird.

While he was contemplating, several people had arrived in Ward 05.

The lights in Ward 05 were brightly lit, but there were no people in itthis is quite normal. According to what some people know about the system in the Ping An Sanatorium, although these patients are imprisoned on the second floor of the basement, it is not that there is no release at all. Once a month, they have the opportunity to apply for free activities. Under the premise that their hands and feet are shackled and closely monitored, they go to the rest room or the playground and stay there for a period of time.

They were also sent to solitary confinement if they behaved poorly and became too violent.

Several people pushed the fifth meal into the ward as usual.

Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the task: delivering meals to the second basement ward

Reward points: 500]

The next thing to do is to leave here as quickly as possible.

"This is the emergency exit."

Through the iron gate, the guard behind Ward No. 5 said coldly without raising his head, "Go in front."

Everyone looked at each other and had to go back the same way.

When passing ward No. 04, everyone couldn't help but raise their hearts slightly, but No. 04 just sat quietly on the bed, the plastic dinner plate was placed aside, and the food and rice in it remained untouched.

Swish, Swish.

The sound of charcoal pencil rubbing against the paper sounded.

While smearing on the paper, No. 04 raised her pale gray eyes from time to time, and there was neither killing intent nor **** in the eyes.

Feeling the substantial gaze of the other party, Wen Jianyan couldn't help but get chills down his back, and instinctively quickened his pace.

In just a few tens of seconds, it seems like a century.

Finally, Wen Jianyan heaved a sigh of relief when the man's sight was blocked by the wall.

Room 03 and Room 02 were the same as they were when they passed by. The plastic dinner plates were left in place without any signs of being tampered with.

Several people left in a hurry.

Soon, Ward 01 appeared in front of him.

Across the long and closed corridor, one could see the iron gate in the distance, with a red light flashing on it, and the doorman was sitting in a narrow room, seeming to be bowing his head.

As long as you pass through this door, you can leave here completely.

Several people couldn't help but cheer up.

In the deep and dead corridor, the sound of footsteps that gradually increased in speed echoed.

...near, near, right in front of you.

Leaving soon!

"Bang!"

There was only a violent shock, which made everyone's hearts tremble.

The footsteps stopped suddenly.

I saw that the metal push-pull plate in ward 01 was pushed out without warning, and the plastic food plate on it had disappeared, replaced by a bloody, steaming heart.

Everyone couldn't help showing a look of horror.

... "Boom."

There was a muffled sound at the end of the corridor not far away.

Everyone subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound

The door of the guard's room was slowly opened from the inside, and the guard with his head bowed fell heavily on the ground. Scarlet blood slowly smeared from under his body, which was particularly dazzling under the red light.

In the next second, there was a "squeak", and the door of Ward 01 was pushed open from the inside.

A tall figure came out of the ward step by step.

The visitor is very familiar.

Fluffy blond hair, pale blue eyes, and a beastly body.

The hospital gown on his body was covered with spots of blood, no one could tell who it came from, covering each other deeply and shallowly, some had dried up, and some were still fresh.

Wen Jianyan's heart beat wildly.

He really didn't expect that after the internal strife in the treatment room, both Dr. Reese and Edward were unscathed, with all beards and tails.

When seeing these two people appearing in front of her one by one, Wen Jianyan was really disappointed.

He thought that these two people would lose out, at least one of them would die.

Wen Jianyan glanced at the ward with the open door on the side, and by the light in the corridor, he could faintly see the familiar huge custom-made iron bed inside.

A guess slowly rose from my mind:

"You live in Ward One?"

Although Wen Jianyan saw Edward for the first time in the confinement room, the confinement room was at best a temporary residence for the patients, that is to say, Edward must have his own cell.

As a high-risk patient, the second basement floor was obviously suitable for him.

"right."

Edward's eyes fell on Wen Jianyan, his lips curled up slightly, and he said in an almost gentle tone:

"I knew you would come to me."

The mad dog slowly stepped forward, raised his hand, and lightly picked up the **** heart on the iron plate. His strong and tall body brought a sense of terrifying oppression that could not be ignored:

"Look, here's a present."

Edward smiled, with sharp white teeth under his pale red lips.

He handed over the heart:

"I dug it out and brought it to you, do you like it?"

Wen Jianyan: "..."

It's over, after the last confrontation, this guy really thinks that he, like him, is a lover of this kind of **** and violent aesthetics.

"That poisonous snake said some really bad things to me."

Edward stepped forward, under the disheveled blond hair, his light blue eyes stared at Wen Jianyan closely, "He said, you are a liar, and the reason why you said those things to me was just to make me die."

The greasy heart was squeezed in his palm, dripping blood.

"Honey, he's lying, isn't he?"

"right."

Wen Jianyan replied dryly.

"Great, I knew it."

The mad dog stared at Wen Jianyan, and smiled tenderly, with an extremely paranoid look of madness shining in the depths of his light blue eyes:

"In this case, you must be willing to dye such a beautiful color?"

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Grass, isn't this a declaration of killing!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Without hesitation, Wen Jianyan turned around and ran away.

"Emergency passage, hurry up!"

He activated the props at the fastest speed, and gave a speed buff to himself and Su Cheng, who was not up to the level of the anchor.

The other anchors were also chased by Edward, and they all knew about this guy's inhuman physical strength. They all used props for themselves and ran all the way to the emergency passage behind the fifth ward!

Heavy footsteps followed closely behind.

In the corridor, a chase is in full swing.

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth, turned her head and glanced at the high-risk patient covered in blood behind her.

He couldn't believe it, this time the guard would refuse them because it wasn't an emergency!

Unknowingly, several people ran back to the vicinity of the third ward.

"Dang-dang-dang-"

The familiar bell sounded from afar, piercing through the thick ground and walls, and rang in my ears without warning, like the buzzing of a death knell, bringing almost terrifying associations in people's hearts.

Oops.

Oops oops oops!

Everyone's face is white.

The surrounding scene is changing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The iron door in front of the corridor is wide open, and the deep corridor extends into the darkness, branching like a blood vessel.

Wen Jianyan's face turned even worse.

Oh shit.

He remembered that Ward No. 4 was in front of him.