Chapter 10

Doctor Chu had no intention of lowering his voice. Many trainees who were about to leave the operating room heard him.

He Jianlan turned around abruptly. His eyes darted between the white-haired young man and the doctor in the white coat.

Not only him, but even Messiah looked over in shock. Her blue eyes were filled with worry.

No one knew what the dangerous doctor meant by "check", and why he suddenly asked Zong Jiu to go first.

But there was no doubt that Zong Jiu had no room to refuse.

In this mental hospital, the patients had no right to disobey the medical staff's orders. The unlucky guy lying on the operating table just now was the best example.

In a horror movie's dungeon, the survivors were at the bottom of the food chain. Not only did they have to avoid their unknown "good friends", but they also could not harm the NPC. Otherwise, not only would their dungeon score not increase, but it would also decrease.

There were teams that wanted to do this in the past. They relied on their special items and special physiques to kill a key NPC in that dungeon. As a result, it caused the collapse of the main storyline of the subsequent dungeon. In the end, everyone received an "F" grade from the main system when the dungeon was completed, and the entire team was wiped out.

This led to the unprecedented power of the dungeon's NPC, especially in this mental hospital.

Since they entered the dungeon, they had to follow the dungeon's rules. Those who did not follow the rules usually did not have a good ending.

"Line up, one by one."

The doctor waved his hand, and the fierce-looking nurses pushed all the people in hospital gowns to the aisle between the operating theater and the corridor, as if they were pushing chickens.

Suddenly, there were only two people left in the large operating room.

The black snake hanging upside down on the light tube hissed and flicked its tongue. Its obsidian-like cold snake eyes stared at the white without blinking.

Zong Jiu stood obediently in the same spot. His eyes were like stagnant water as he stared at the corner of the floor.

He had not forgotten the setting of the autistic youth on his identity card. Now, he was playing this role perfectly. He did not want to be seen through by this NPC who looked like he was not to be trifled with.

In his vision, he stepped on the edge of the elongated shadow. It was as if he was standing at the mouth of a grinning destiny.

Leather Shoes approached.

He stepped out of the danger zone.

The shadow completely enveloped him.

Then, the man slowly took off his left glove and pinched the Zong Jiu's chin with his cold hand, half-forcibly lifting the young man's face.

A doctor in a white coat stood under the only light source in the room with an unfathomable smile on his face.

It was only when they got closer that they discovered the astonishing charisma of his personality. It was fierce and sharp, and there was a strong sense of contradiction.

He stared at the pair of light pink eyes and said in a half surprised and half meaningful tone.

"Look, a rare albino autism patient."

The Zong Jiu, who was being stared at by him, did not move at all. He did not even have the slightest reaction.

The young man was forced to raise his head, and the hairband behind his ears was untied. His long white hair flowed down his shoulders like ribbons.

His beautiful and flawless face was numb and indifferent. His thin lips were lightly pursed, and he was as beautiful as a beautifully mounted puppet in a doll shop. He was beautiful but lacked soul.

Perhaps it was her indifference that piqued his interest.

The scalpel rotated on his well-defined knuckles, cutting the dim light into pieces.

"Si la —"

Without any warning, the sharp tip of the scalpel suddenly pierced through the blue and white striped hospital gown and cut down along the lines.

The cloth gently fell to the ground, exposing large patches of pale skin to the cold air.

The young man's upper body did not have the slightest bit of fat. His waist was slender, and his beautiful body lines were tight under the dim light. He was like a high-quality jade without any impurities, shining and unbelievably beautiful.

The trainees behind him swallowed their saliva.

The bullet screen of Zong Jiu's livestream exploded, and the number of people online increased exponentially.

[F * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck.

[I prprprpr, I can do it! I can do it!! Ajiu is too beautiful.]

[Sob sob sob sob, who can withstand such a beauty attack! I just want to ask! Return! Yes! Who?!]

[Oh my god, I rushed here from other people's livestream rooms. Without further ado, I'm going to lick it first.]

[As expected of the number one beauty among the thriller trainees … Amazing, my hand is starting to take screenshots out of control.]

The man's eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were thick with ink, like an abyss.

"So beautiful …"

The doctor behind the glasses looked at this scene in amazement. Cheng Liang's scalpel spun and flew back into his pocket, and he pulled out a long icicle from the box behind him.

The trainees guarding the door almost had goosebumps from this action.

They looked at the young man's sunken waist with his back facing them and remembered the tragic scene of Doctor Chu stabbing the icicle into the newcomer's eye socket without hesitation. They could not help but swallow their saliva for the next treatment, and their legs were a little weak.

Unexpectedly, the icicle did not pierce anyone's eye socket.

It landed on her jade-like skin, and a drop of melted ice water spread out.

The doctor was satisfied to see the young man's beautiful upper body instinctively shrink when the icicle suddenly came into contact with the skin.

"Let me examine it properly."

The man's movements did not stop. The cold tip of the icicle slid like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water. It moved like a brush on the pale paper, trying to paint a different color.

A human's body temperature was naturally much higher than that of an icicle. The melted icicle left a string of sparkling water marks on the body, sliding down the lines of the skin and dripping into the waist.

Under the torture of this cold and piercing pain, the white-haired young man's eyelashes moved slightly.

His chin was still tightly gripped by the doctor, and he could not move it at all.

The young man's expression was cold. The arc of his slender neck was like that of a dying white swan, fragile but with a fatal beauty. It made the man's eyes even darker, unable to shine through.

"Say something, don't you have autism?"

The fingers gripping his chin tightened, as if a bruise was about to appear.

"Why aren't you saying anything? If you say something, I'll let you go. "

Even so, he still did not say anything, but silently endured everything.

With this acting, Zong Jiu felt that he should win an Oscar.

In order to complete a few more dangerous challenges, in order to get more survival points to heal himself, he had sacrificed too much. He had sold his body and exposed himself in public. It was not good for the reputation.

Of course, even though he said that, he was quite the vengeful person, and he wrote down this incident in his little notebook no less than ten times.

Zong Jiu kept his eyes fixed on the operating table, thinking that this quack doctor better pray that he did not fall into his hands.

Although it was much shorter than the few minutes he spent doing the icicle lobe surgery, it still felt like a long time had passed.

Perhaps Zong Jiu's silence finally made the man bored.

He followed the white-haired young man's gaze and turned back, smiling ambiguously. "You're interested in that black metal box?"

"That box once contained a very interesting little item, but unfortunately, a few decades ago … it was stolen by a shameless thief, and its whereabouts are unknown."

The trainees standing at the door were excited.

Zong Jiu's back was facing them, and he was quite a distance away, so he could not see clearly what had happened.

But the black metal box was different! It was a clue about an S-grade item! Who wouldn't want to know?

Everyone's eyes were burning as they stared at the white-haired young man's back. They wanted to rush up and answer for him.

But before Zong Jiu could react, Dr. Chu suddenly loosened his hand from his jaw.

"But, without a doubt."

His voice was low and bewitching. "I will get it back, now, and not in the past."

His white-gloved hand tapped lightly on the young man's barely visible collarbone.

The man lowered his voice and chuckled. "Do you want to know more?"

The rough surface of the fabric made the skin uncomfortable. With just a little bit of force, a glaring red mark appeared on the pale skin, like plum blossoms falling in snow. It was very abrupt.

They were too close, so close that Zong Jiu could easily smell the disinfectant and rust on the white coat.

There was even a sense of condescension, as if he was a superior being looking down on him.

A gentleman's revenge was a dish best served cold.

Zong Jiu thought to himself, but the corners of his mouth straightened as he suppressed the anger in his heart.

He hated it when people looked at him like that.

The doctor played with it for a while, then suddenly leaned over and whispered into his ear in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Do you believe … that there's a whole number between three and four?"

A flash of light flashed across the pale pink pupils.

After saying that, the doctor put his hands in his pockets and straightened his back. The frivolous smile returned to his face.

"The examination is complete. Your body is healthy, but your mental illness is quite serious. "

He waved his hand casually. "We'll talk about the rest tomorrow."

"Yes, Master Chu."

The nurse immediately took out a new hospital gown and put it on Zong Jiu. They grabbed the young man's slender arm and chased him and the other trainees out of the operating room.

The doctor's attitude was so casual that he didn't want to be examined anymore. Zong Jiu suspected that the doctor was here for him.

But he couldn't figure out how he caught the doctor's attention. He had been quiet since he entered the dungeon.

Zong Jiu glanced at his arm that was grabbed. Using the crowd and the line of sight, he reached out his other hand to the nurse in front of him.

"Clang —"

The heavy metal door was slammed shut.

In his field of vision, the doctor in the white coat took off his glasses and turned off the light on the operating table.

The entire room was plunged into eternal darkness, outlining the white coat. It was inseparable and natural, as if it was meant to be this way.

Just as Zong Jiu stuffed something into his pocket, the doctor suddenly looked in Zong Jiu's direction and smirked.

[This doctor is so cool!]

[Oh my god, with this level of danger, he must be the boss of this dungeon.]

[No wonder this dungeon has an S-grade item. The other livestream rooms next door didn't have it. Think about it, this place may look ordinary, but there are two S rank Instance Dungeons, one No.8 and the other No.2. Based on the main system's behavior, I reckon that this Instance Dungeon might really touch the edge of S rank Instance Dungeons …]

[Wait, what the previous poster said does make sense. Otherwise, how do you explain why this dungeon has S-grade items when other places don't have them?]

[F * ck, if your guess is correct, then … for all the newbies in this dungeon (candle.jpg) (candle.jpg) (candle.jpg)]

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Zong Jiu was very interested in the clue about the S-grade item that Doctor Chu mentioned.

Between three and four, there was a whole number.

Without a doubt, this sentence could not be explained by pure mathematics. This existence did not count and was a false proposition.

But since it came from the mouth of an important NPC, no matter how meaningless it seemed, it became meaningful. In other words, this clue was definitely valid in this dungeon.

Zong Jiu suspected that this sentence was not only related to the mysterious S-grade item, but also related to the main storyline of this dungeon.

A few decades ago, it was a good match for the old newspaper clippings they found in the reading room. At that time, the mental hospital was still a wartime military base. It was also the source of the hospital's strangeness.

But if the equation was valid, then what was that mysterious whole number? What happened a few decades ago? What kind of S-grade item was in that black metal box? How was it related to the main storyline of this dungeon?

When the nurse let go of his hand and turned to leave, Zong Jiu was still standing there thinking.

By the time he snapped out of his thoughts, he was already surrounded by three layers of trainees.

These trainees' eyes were filled with greed. They looked at him with suspicion, jealousy, and desire. It was so ugly that it was nauseating.

"Hey, we've been calling you for a long time. Why didn't you respond?"

"What did the doctor tell you? Why didn't you answer when we asked you?"

"Are you trying to take it for yourself? We all found the clue together. Let me tell you, everyone who saw it has a share! "

Zong Jiu was speechless.

He had a reasonable suspicion that the crazy doctor did it on purpose.

Even if Zong Jiu did not gain any favor from all three sides, it was obvious that it would take some time for him to fall into this situation.

Unfortunately, Doctor Chu's appearance disrupted all of Zong Jiu's plans. He could not get the information from the Son of God and leave in one piece.

What a bastard.

Zong Jiu cursed in his heart. He raised his eyebrows lazily.

"Oh, do I have to tell you? If I'm not mistaken, you're the ones who are begging me to tell you the information.

"Is this the attitude of begging?"

The others were stunned.

Their impression of the white-haired man was that he was beautiful and quiet. Now that he had obtained the clue of the S-grade item, they were planning to use threats and promises to get the information out of him. They did not expect the E-grade to be so stubborn as to fight back. For a moment, the chattering people were silenced.

Zhuge An, who was about to leave, stopped in his tracks and looked up with interest.