Chapter Thirty-Six

Fukang Private General Hospital, the second basement floor.

There was a strong rancid smell in the cold air, mixed with the smell of blood and formalin, which made people dizzy.

The baby specimens on the iron shelf, the stitched corpse standing in the corner, and the strange lines drawn on the ground.

Everything within the line of sight is extraordinarily strange and infiltrating.

Wen Jianyan was imprisoned on the delivery bed, her wrists and ankles were locked tightly by cold metal, and she felt a dull pain from the pain.

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down.

The legendary special prop was placed in the surgical tray next to the head. The light yellow liquid showed a cloudy texture under the light. The baby with a big head and a small body was shriveled and deformed in the liquid.

I don't know if it's Wen Jianyan's illusion...

It always feels as if it is alive, even slowly moving its shriveled limbs.

Wen Jianyan withdrew his gaze and looked at other places in the second basement floor.

He realized that the delivery bed he was lying on was not the only one in the basement. To be precise, there was a whole row of delivery beds beside him, with dried brown blood stains on the cold white iron railings. Every bed had signs of being used.

Only one delivery bed was not empty.

A dark, shriveled corpse was lying on the delivery bed. The deadwood-like wrists and ankles were fixed on the shelf, drooping, and the shriveled skin was tightly attached to the skull. The mouth was wide open, revealing two rows Protruding teeth.

The throat was slit open wide open like a mouth that could not bleed blood.

There was a shocking gap in the stomach of the corpse, as if it was torn apart from the inside of the body by something.

This way of dying...

Wen Jianyan was slightly taken aback.

Lin Qing?

The other party seemed to have noticed Wen Jianyan's strangeness, and followed his gaze:

"Her."

The dean, who was covered in stitches all over his body, leaned over and said, "It's just a failure."

His face also seems to have been divided, the color of the two eyeballs is not the same, and the height and size are completely inconsistent, as if they come from two different bodies.

The director of Fukang Hospital looked at the face of the young man in front of him by the light, and said in an understated voice: "It's a pity, I had high hopes for her, but unexpectedly, I secretly collected information and evidence..."

"Even as a parent it's equally disappointing."

"The Holy Child was only in her for two days."

While talking, Dean Fukang picked up the small jar from the operating table at the side, and stared at the little baby floating inside with fanatical and admiring eyes.

He turned his head with a smile and looked at Wen Jianyan who was **** on the bed:

"However, you can get along so well with the ghost baby, and the holy baby must be the same."

The young man who had been silent from the beginning finally spoke slowly:

"I have a question."

"You are not qualified to ask questions." The dean opened his mouth and smiled, with a cruel gleam in his eyes: "Why do you think that I am obliged to answer your questions?"

"You only need to hatch the holy baby."

Wen Jianyan: "I understand, but..."

His words paused hesitantly, deliberately leaving a short blank period.

The attitude of the other party is too weird. Under such circumstances, it always makes people feel incomprehensible, and I can't help but wonder what the other party wants to say.

There is something uncontrollable in this method that makes the dean a little anxious:

"but what?"

"But have you ever wondered why you have always failed so many times before?"

The dean narrowed his eyes in silence.

"I understand that if you want to hatch a holy baby, you must have a qualified flesh/body."

Wen Jianyan said slowly, earnestly, carefully and carefully:

"However, the mother of the world must be some kind of ideology that surpasses human beings. Is it possible that the mother body you have found before has been failing? Admit it?"

"In other words, if the mother's spiritual body rejects the Holy Child too much, will it be double judged as unqualified?"

Wen Jianyan's nonsense became more and more smooth as he made it up:

"Of course, you are the professional in this field. As a doctor, you should know better than me that the patient's own wishes can sometimes affect the rejection of organ implantation, right?"

The other party was still silent.

"You see, I get along really well with the ghost baby. I don't think you will find another person like me. If I, as a mother, also fail to hatch, wouldn't it be a pity?"

While speaking, Wen Jianyan glanced at the two stitch monsters not far away:

"I've been **** tightly now. With those two plague gods around, the ghost baby doesn't dare to come out to help me. What are you worried about?"

He looked at Dean Fukang in front of him again, and said sincerely:

"I promise, if you answer my question, I will definitely not have any objection to hatching the holy baby."

Wen Jianyan paused:

"Of course, as a human being, the basic rejection must be uncontrollable, but I will definitely not scream in fear like you did when you found other mother bodies before."

Under the strong light, the young man's pupils covered with ghostly aura were tinged with a light amber color, and his expression was sincere, as if he was really thinking about the other party.

"In this way, even if the incubation still fails this time, at least it proves that my guess just now is not necessarily correct, and it can also eliminate a wrong option for you. It will also benefit your next experiment, right?"

After a short silence, the dean said slowly:

"... What's the purpose of helping me without asking for anything?"

"Even if a person dies, he still has to be a ghost, right?"

Wen Jianyan smiled shyly in return: "Of course, there is one more thing I believe you can see."

The young man said embarrassingly:

"...Actually, I did this to delay the time."

"Human beings always have an uncontrollable desire to survive. Even for this sake, I still can't help but hope that my teammates can come to save me, but now I'm defenseless, and I don't have anyone to fight against you." means, so I can only hope to delay the time through this dialogue, and see if I can use this to escape the fate of death."

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Grass, why do I feel that I am really persuaded!!"

"I've never believed in convincing a boss with words, but this time, I have to say...just...really...the world is so big and full of wonders."

"This captain of the black team really has something... First, he raises doubts based on known conditions to shake the opponent's sense of belief in his actions, and then retreats to advance, actively cooperates, reduces the threat he poses to the opponent, and demonstrates his use value , and then confessed at the last moment. On the one hand, he gained the other party's trust by exposing his own little thoughts, and on the other hand, he took advantage of the arrogance of the dungeon boss... So, after this set of combos, it is basically stable. "

"Don't brag about the front, so what if it is stable? If it is stable, it can only delay for a while. He doesn't really think that his teammates can find this place, does he? Even if he finds it, it's useless, he can only die. "

"Yeah, the anchor can only struggle to the death, and take a little time from the boss's fingers."

"Wait! No! I remembered, do you guys still remember! The item snatching battle mentioned by the system before, if the red team fails to **** it within an hour, the black team will be judged to be victorious!"

"That's right! After all, this boss is just an NPC in the dungeon. He doesn't know the rules. In other words, as long as the host can survive...the remaining ten minutes, he will be judged victorious! Then will be removed from the dungeon, he should bet on this!"

"Grass, this wave of the anchor is in the atmosphere! [Reward points 100]"

"Black nb! Black will win! [Reward points 100]"

"So, now it depends on whether he can cheat from the BOSS for 20 minutes, ah ah ah ah, I look forward to it!"

After thinking briefly for a few seconds, the director of Fukang Hospital raised his eyes, stared at the other party with those asymmetrical cold eyes, and slowly repeated what he said on the fourth floor:

"...I really underestimated you."

Wen Jianyan's breathing was involuntarily suffocated, although his face remained the same, but his stomach was clenched into a ball, and his heart was beating violently in his chest, almost hanging in his throat.

He was actually delaying the time to wait for the end of the battle, and the black side would automatically win.

But besides that, he had another reason for doing it

That is, the upgrade of the apple seedlings is almost over, so he needs more time to wait, otherwise he can only use the fruit of lies that has not yet been upgraded.

LV1's Fruit of Lies really puts too much emphasis on probability and luck, but it is also the only hole card in his hand now.

"so"

The dean changed the subject and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Maybe it will really succeed this time."

He put the jar in his hand back on the operating tray and said, "Ask."

Wen Jianyan breathed a sigh of relief.

He pondered for two seconds, and said:

"I'm curious about one thing, since what you need is a mother who can hatch holy babies, what do those ghost babies do?"

"The resentment of a hundred human babies can hatch a ghost baby, and the resentment of a hundred ghost babies can hatch a holy baby." The dean said slowly.

Hearing what the other party said, even though she was mentally prepared, Wen Jianyan couldn't help but feel terrified.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down:

"But, if this is really the case, wouldn't the number of missing babies in this hospital be too many?"

"You don't have to worry about that." The dean smiled: "Of course we have our own petri dishes."

"As long as it is done properly, a pregnant woman can give birth to 200 to 300 babies."

grain.

The use of this word is really frightening.

"After the baby is born, they will take away the baby that belongs to them, and then forget everything that happened here, and the rest will become the hatching food for ghost babies." The dean explained patiently.

Wen Jianyan recalled the blood-thirsty pregnant women she saw in the maternity room on the third floor, like female mosquitoes.

And mosquitoes... produce about 200 to 300 eggs at a time.

He racked his brains to find more questions to delay the time, and suddenly, the wrists tied tightly above his head felt a bit cooler without warninglike cold fingers brushing over the palm, and something was quietly stuffed into it.

This is?

Wen Jianyan shivered and tightened her fingers reflexively, hiding it between her fingers.

...a hairpin.

He was slightly taken aback, as if realizing something, he turned his head to look at the mummy lying on the delivery bed in the distance.

It was still lying motionless in the distance, and a white shadow seemed to be faintly swaying over the shriveled corpse.

Wen Jianyan's mind flashed through the morgue on the first floor of the basement, the white shadow that flashed before the elevator door closed, and the obstetrics and gynecology department on the third floor, covered in blood, with cracked eyes, trying to shout "underground!" Lin Qing on the second floor.

Although there was no evidence, Wen Jianyan instinctively got the answer.

is her.

It's Lin Qing.

She... bravely made changes while alive, but at the cost of her life, but, even after death, she still tried to save everyone.

Whether it's her own brother, or a liar who is full of lies and pretends to be her ex-boyfriend.

"alright."

It seems that because of waiting too long, the dean said impatiently: "You have asked enough questions."

His face twitched slightly under the light, looking a bit hideous:

"I've done my best to answer your so many questions, and time can't be delayed indefinitely, what do you think?"

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Hey, this BOSS still has a bit of brains, and he wasn't completely fooled by the liar."

"Yes, anyway, all the questions that should be answered have been answered. Otherwise, the night will be long and the dream will be full, who knows what will happen."

"Oh, what a pity, the anchor is really finished now."

"That's right, it's only been five or six minutes, and there are still seven or eight minutes before the end of the battle, but he probably won't last that long."

While speaking, the dean stretched out his hand and slowly picked up the jar beside him.

Wen Jianyan's muscles all over his body tensed instantly, his heart was beating wildly in his chest, and his whole body was extremely tense.

He moved his fingers with difficulty and carefully, and with an imperceptible small movement, he sent the thin hairpin in his hand to the keyhole on the edge of the shackles.

The sound of thin metal collisions rang in his ears, amplified by the overly tense nerves.

quick.

faster.

At this moment, Wen Jianyan heard a familiar system voice:

Ding! Apple seedlings have been upgraded to LV2]

[Do you want to get the fruit of lies?

Waiting for you!

Wen Jianyan was overjoyed immediately, and replied decisively in his mind:

yes!

[You can tell a lie to the subject in front of you, it will unconditionally become the truth, the duration lasts for one minute, and you have three chances]

Wen Jianyan frowned.

This...isn't this the original rule? Where has it been upgraded?

As if hearing Wen Jianyan's heart, the mechanical voice continued:

[After the fruit of lies is upgraded, you can know the probability of realizing the lie in advance before telling the lie.

The superintendent leaned down and carefully poured the contents of the jar and the baby into a brass basin in front of the production table.

He turned on the faucet, and the humming water pipes roared from all around, and more yellow turbid liquid flowed out, tightly surrounding the withered body of a baby like amniotic fluid.

The fruit of lies has ripened

[Whether to eat?

yes.

Wen Jianyan thought calmly in her mind.

first lie.

[Lie success rate: 40/100]

Although this success rate is not too high, it is still acceptable.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes and pondered for a while, then said, "I can't be used as a mother."

Gululu.

In midair, the delicate ten-sided dice began to spin.

78/40

fail

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Sorry to bother you.

The dean sneered: "It's such a time, and you're still saying such pale and boring words?"

"Maybe I think too highly of you."

Holding the shriveled baby's corpse in his wet palm, he walked slowly to the right under the delivery bed, and stood between Wen Jianyan's legs.

"Stab"

The clothes on Wen Jianyan's stomach were easily torn apart like flimsy paper.

"Click."

Subtle metallic sounds sounded overhead.

opened!

Wen Jianyan was refreshed, and quickly grabbed the shackles that were about to fall off his wrists with his backhand, keeping them visually bound.

Second lie.

[Success rate of lies: 80/100]

very good.

Wen Jianyan glanced to the side with keen eyes.

Surgical tray.

Use it to hit the opponent later, it should be able to delay the time and give him a chance to use the prop.

Just a moment is enough.

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth, her long and slender fingers tensed up, tightly clasping the shackles around her wrists, her voice was very low, almost breathless: "...the lights are off.

Gululu.

In mid-air, the delicate ten-sided dice began to spin again.

81/80

fail

Wen Jianyan: "..."

My day.

Are you sick? ! !

The success rate is 80%, and he rolled 81? ? ? ? ? ?

I know my lucky value is low, but it can't be so low! ! !

The young man's strong and slender waistline was slightly tensed with anger, his soft belly was sunken, and heaved rapidly with his breathing tensely, his abdominal muscles were faintly visible, and his overly fair skin was almost dazzling under the strong light.

The dean slowly placed the baby in Wen Jianyan's lower abdomen, and he shivered from the cold, with goosebumps rushing out.

In the next second, blue and black ghost babies appeared behind the dean, densely packed, a total of one hundred and ten.

The room temperature dropped rapidly, and the ghostly aura permeated, surrounding him.

Woohoo.

woo woo woo woo.

Babies' cries sounded from all directions.

Pairs of pitch-black eyes with no whites fixed on the young man trapped on the operating bed, the scene was simply tingling.

A smile slowly appeared on the dean's patchy face.

Frenzy, greed, madness, infiltration.

Wen Jianyan's hair stood on end.

He gritted his teeth, remembering his last lie last time.

Could it be that

Is the result of this lie that the more outrageous the lie, the easier it is to come true?

The third lie.

[Lie success rate: 1/100]

Wen Jianyan's breath was suffocated, her lower abdomen tensed slightly, her heart sank little by little, like a piece of pig iron fell heavily on her abdomen, and the pulled internal organs began to ache.

The lie that came true in the last dungeon had at least a 5% success rate, but this one was only 1%.

This... with his luck, it is almost impossible to come true.

However, with weak and unrealistic expectations, Wen Jianyan slowly uttered the third lie:

"I am the mother of the world."

Gululu.

In mid-air, the delicate ten-sided dice began to spin again.

25/1

really.

As expected.

Can't say I'm disappointed, and I can't say I'm not disappointed.

Wen Jianyan was only slightly relieved, and accepted the ending almost calmly.

Well, it appears that's it.

The dean watched him, smiled slowly, and his face twitched slightly: "Yes, as long as you conceive a holy baby, you will be."

There were words in his mouth, as if he was reciting some ancient language with a very low voice.

It was as if some invisible force was churning wildly in the air, the closed basement was savagely windy, the racks on which the specimens were placed creaked unbearably, the lights above the head flickered fiercely, and there was a piercing whistling sound.

dark deposits.

Human beings are so small under the nameless fear of the unknown.

Wen Jianyan stepped back subconsciously, but her back was firmly pressed against the delivery bed behind her.

Sudden-

A thin voice sounded:

"...bye, Mom."

Wen Jianyan was slightly taken aback, then looked in the direction of the voice,

I saw a baby ghost looking at Wen Jianyan eagerly, and stretched out his little blue hand to him eagerly and fearfully, as if he wanted to say something.

However, in the next second, its entire body was pulled by some unknown force and absorbed into the shriveled baby.

At that moment, Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank slightly, and his fingertips trembled, as if he wanted to reach out and grab something.

[Lie success rate: 2/100]

...wait, what?

What's the meaning?

Wen Jianyan was stunned, subconsciously looked up

For some reason, the ten-sided dice was still hanging in the air and hadn't dissipated. Only then did he realize that even though the roll gave out points just now, there was no indication of failure.

I don't know when, the ghost baby who had been trapped behind the dean just now surrounded him.

"Mom, I love you forever."

The second ghost baby with a whole body of blue and black put its head on his lap, and rubbed against him in a childlike and dependent manner. Its pure black eyes were full of envy and reluctance: "We want to be together forever."

In the next second, its figure slowly faded and disappeared.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the shriveled baby seems to have become plump

[Lie success rate: 3/100]

"No one ever wanted to sing me a lullaby, eat me candy, or tell me a story except my mother."

This is the original ghost baby.

"My mother is gentle and beautiful, and said she will always be with me"

It held Wen Jianyan's trouser legs tightly with its blue-purple hands, as if holding the whole world, and proudly boasted: "My mother is the best mother in the world."

[Success rate of lies: 4/100]

"Mom ran back and rescued me. Not only did she not let me be eaten, she gave me a whirr." The ghost baby with only half of its body was still sobbing, but it was still clinging to Wen Jianyan's side:

"I love my mother, the one I love the most in this world is my mother."

[Lie success rate: 5/100]

One, two, three, four...

Twenty.

Thirty.

One by one, the ghost babies were absorbed into the little holy baby. The body of the holy baby grew up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the body became heavier and heavier, pressing coldly on Wen Jianyan's lower abdomen. As if to plunge straight into the depths of his belly and become one with him.

[Lie success rate: 50/100]

[Success rate of lies: 80/100]

[Lie success rate: 100/100]

[Lie success rate: 111/100]

In mid-air, the ten-sided dice still stayed in the distance, maintaining the original appearance, but the numbers below changed to:

25/111

success

Anchor Wen Jianyan becomes the mother recognized by Holy Infant

[Mother of the world has loaded the copy]

[Time limit: one minute]

I don't know when, the Holy Infant has become the size of a human baby, with soft and white skin, lying peacefully and peacefully on the young man's bare belly, as if nestled in the arms of a mother.

"Wait...this kind of thing...how could it happen?"

The Dean's eyes widened in disbelief.

This... This is different from every experiment he has done before! The Holy Infant did not sneak into the mother's abdomen and use the nutrition of the mother's body to hatch itself, but...

It was successfully born directly from the outside!

This this-

"Successful...successful!!"

Crazy ecstasy flashed across his eyes, and there was a gurgling sound in his throat, as if the whole person was going crazy: "Haha, hahaha, hahahahahaha"

However, in the next second, all the ecstasy and madness froze in his eyes.

"Pfft."

There was a slight sound of the blade sinking into the flesh.

The youth didn't know when he untied the restraints on his wrists, and his bare upper body sat up abruptly, like a beast tensing up in the darkness, seizing the fleeting opportunity to attack its prey.

Wen Jianyan embraced the baby lying in her abdomen with one hand, and grasped the scalpel she picked up from the operating tray with the other hand.

Then backhand precise stab!

He held the handle of the knife tightly with his fingers, and the tip of the knife cut along the suture line between the dean's throat and skull, creating a huge wound exactly like Lin Qing's.

"hehe"

Strange winds poured in from the wound, and the dean moved his cloudy eyes with difficulty, staring at the human in front of him.

He actually... felt pain.

This, this is impossible.

This is impossible! ! !

Humans are...impossible to hurt him! ! !

The strong light from the operating table cast down from the top of the head, and fell on the white and bare shoulders of the young man, coating his slender limbs with a layer of light gold, and the whole person seemed to be engulfed in a layer of holy light. among.

Under the long eyelashes, his eyeballs have returned to their original amber color. They are extremely soft, beautiful, and extremely focused. The depth of the honey-like color hides deadly danger and poison.

Wen Jian raised his eyes, the light-colored eyes were filled with broken gold, and looked over from bottom to top, he smiled, exerted force with his fingertips, and pulled suddenly

The black thread that tightly sewed the dean's head and neck snapped, revealing a huge severed wound.

The young man's voice was deep and magnetic, with a faintly inconceivable smile:

"This is for my ex-girlfriend Lin Qing."

Wen Jianyan pulled out the scalpel nimbly, and the shiny silver blade shook off the blood drops. Under the incredulous gaze of the other party, he stabbed the blade into the dean's abdomen for the second time with his backhand.

The cyan meridian protruded from the back of the hand, and there was a bit of brutal brilliance in the eyes.

He manipulated the blade to cut open the opponent's lower abdomen, stirred it vigorously, and watched the messy and greasy internal organs gushing out from the damaged wound, and the spurt of blood polluted the ground red.

Scarlet blood splashed everywhere, falling on the young man's fair face, dripping down his cheeks, dripping on his smooth shoulders and chest, the flawless paleness was dotted with scarlet blood.

Like a holy statue of a **** who fell with blood and fell into hell.

Wen Jianyan's expression was peaceful and calm, and the corners of his blood-stained lips were slightly raised, revealing a bit of evil under the gentle and kind appearance.

He narrowed his eyes, smiled and whispered:

"It's for my one hundred and ten children."