Chapter 158

Wen Jianyan looked solemn, took two steps back, and slowly left Lu Si who fell on the ground.

He looked up and looked around.

There was a dead silence in the darkness, only a small number of jars filled with various human tissues were still slowly rolling towards the distance, making a gradually distant rolling sound.

Tick, tick.

The faint sound of water droplets came from nowhere.

As far as the eye can see, there is chaos, and everything is shrouded in an ominous shadow. Unknown dangers are swaying in the darkness, making people's throat tight.

This guess is... pretty bad.

Wen Jianyan remembered that when he entered the dungeon, the symptom displayed on his bracelet was "intellectual disability".

This is not actually a mental illness, but in this distorted background of incarceration and treatment of "homosexuality" as a "sexual inversion", people can naturally be sent to nursing homes for "mental disability".

As for the "sexual inversion" he added to himself, it doesn't matter whether it comes true or not.

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

Intellectual disability is different.

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

If this symptom came true, then he might lose his ability to think, which means he would lose the bargaining chip to survive.

In such a dangerous place, it means certain death.

The heart was pounding, the brain was hot in the skull cavity, and the palms were sweating.

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

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

Violated some kind of taboo? Break some kind of rule? Or will it be contaminated over time simply by entering this laboratory?

Wen Jianyan was most worried about the last item.

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

He moved his fingers holding the flashlight, his sticky and sweaty palm warmed the cold flashlight, 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 member.

Su Cheng, Huang Mao, and Shao Yao, who belonged to Luce's team, were not here.

There is no other intersection on the fourth floor of the West Building, and Wen Jianyan didn't see anyone along the way, that is to say...

Wen Jianyan turned around, and the 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 messy clues, Wen Jianyan finally found a clear thread.

That being the case, the determination of "producing symptoms" is not due to such broad and simple reasons as "entering the laboratory" or "staying in the laboratory for too long".

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

One more important point...

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

So much so that even though two teammates in the team had already been recruited, Su Cheng and the others did not turn around and run away, but fled deeper into the laboratory...

Could it be because of what?

Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes, showing a thoughtful expression.

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

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

Since he upgraded to b-level, the level of the protective cover he purchased has also increased. Not only has the duration been extended, but it has also become more convenient. It covers the skin like a thin film and will not affect the anchor at all. action.

Wen Jianyan squatted down beside Lu Si.

He carefully opened the other's eyelids with his hands, illuminated them with a flashlight, observed the constriction of the other's pupils, and checked the other's pulse.

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

Although the state is very poor, there is probably no danger to life, 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 opponent's head with his fingers, causing him to turn sideways, exposing his neck.

On that piece of sweaty and pale skin, one can see strange crimson lines, separated like branches, densely packed, like spider webs, but not exactly the same...

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

Wen Jianyan frowned even tighter.

He stretched out his hand and touched the middle area of the net pattern

There, a small red dot was faintly visible, with a little blood that hadn't dried up on it.

It looks like it's left by a needle, and it looks like...

Tick, tick.

There was a faint sound of dripping water in the darkness.

It seems to be closer than before.

Luce's body, who was pressed under the iron frame, suddenly tensed up. He seemed to see something particularly terrifying, and his whole body trembled involuntarily, but no sound came out of his mouth anymore. On the contrary, he It became extremely quiet, so quiet that it was almost eerie.

Wen Jianyan seemed to realize something.

He held his breath involuntarily, and slowly turned the direction the flashlight was aiming at, slowly aiming toward the top of his head.

The slightly swaying beam of light plunged 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 was covered by a crimson strange flesh membrane, and the branch-like fine lines connected huge neurons one by one, sinking into the depths of darkness.

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

Tick-tock in the dark. Those are the mouthparts.

Thin and sharp, it can easily penetrate the skin.

Looking at the dense and weird meat membranes, Wen Jianyan's scalp felt a little numb.

at least he now knows why.

Under the swaying beam of flashlight, those countless slender, tentacle-like threads hang down, fluttering quietly as if alive, extending down and stretching silently

The one near the iron gate is the longest.

Wen Jianyan took 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 down the flashlight to prevent the strong light from falling directly on those weird things.

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

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

They are very quiet.

Quiet is a little too much.

Some scattered and broken threads are woven together.

Yes, these meat membranes that seem to rise and fall with breathing have no eyes, and they 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 were maddened by the disease, they fled into the iron gate in a panic.

The movement just now was too loud, which obviously "woke up" these tentacles.

but

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

He breathed a long and slow breath, layers of cold sweat oozing from his back.

Thank goodness.

If he hadn't just overturned the shelf casually, letting these jars roll in all directions at will, making sounds from different directions, disrupting the perception of direction of the weird meat membrane, making it impossible for them to accurately locate their position, he might It has also been infected without a trace.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Hey guy, it's the first time I can clearly see what the lab looks like... This is too much food."

"Hahahahahahaha, this is not the first time for me. I remember that some people have touched this pattern before, but it's a pity that they continued to enter the iron gate, and none of them survived."

"If you come to this laboratory to explore, the fewer people the better. After all, as long as someone in the team goes crazy, the sound will continue to be made. A pig teammate is much more terrifying than a hundred enemies."

After confirming that the two of them would not move around randomly and would not continue to make noise, Wen Jianyan held his breath, stepped back gently, and walked towards the iron gate silently, with his feet lightened.

The young man leaned sideways and slid into the crack of the door, like a live fish, and disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

The iron door covered those weird fleshy membranes, but Wen Jianyan did not relax his vigilance. He took a deep breath and moved his fingers that were extremely stiff from clutching the flashlight tightly.

After all, these fields in the dungeon, only the more difficult it goes forward.

He raised his wrist and shone the flashlight in front of his eyes.

The ceiling was covered with a scarlet, sticky film of flesh, but since he didn't make any sound, the tentacles hung far above his head, unprepared to grow downward.

Wen Jianyan's wrist was down, and the beam of light fell in front of his eyes.

He paused, with a surprised expression on his face.

Appearing in front of...

It turned out to be stairs.

The stairs stretched upwards, and the top was lost in an unknown darkness.

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

In other words, there is a hidden fifth floor in the Ping An Sanatorium?

Significantly messy footprints on the stairs.

Following these traces, Wen Jianyan took a step forward and walked up the stairs.

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

As it goes upwards, those fleshy membranes seem to be expanding in scope, not only the ceiling, but even the walls are covered with a layer of light red fleshy nets, the neuron-like contacts are agitating irregularly, the air in the air Humidity gradually increases.

Soon, the fifth floor arrived.

The iron door with the same pattern as the one below was half open, and the iron door was also covered with a film of flesh, like mold spots, distributed irregularly on the door panel.

The strong, rotten smell penetrated into the nostrils, almost suffocating

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

He raised the flashlight cautiously and passed over the iron gate.

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

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

He was taken aback:

"uroborus."

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

The meaning of the first is spiritual.

And the meaning of the second is:

Ouroboros.

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

"Hi, is that you?"

This voice is... Su Cheng?

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes and hesitated, but before he could do anything else, he only heard the other party's voice from inside the door, hissing:

"come on in."

"quick!"