Chapter 12

Ten o 'clock.

Zong Jiu stared at the clock face that seemed to be frozen in time as he thought about it.

The clocks in this hospital were very interesting. Clocks were only hung on the walls of the cafeteria and the staircase between floors. However, they did not have a second hand, only an hour hand and a minute hand. The minute hand would only move every five minutes.

This caused the minute hand to stop for five minutes after each step. It would not move again until the next five minutes. Once it had moved twelve cells, it would be time for the hour hand to move forward.

The white-haired young man's pupils darkened.

This reminded Zong Jiu of something that was neither too big nor too small.

Last night, he walked from the reading room on the first floor to the toilet on the first floor of the basement. He wanted to experience the danger of the original owner's death according to the original plot.

Just as he turned the corner of the stairs, Zong Jiu paid special attention to the time on the clock.

If he remembered correctly, the clock at that time was also pointing at ten o 'clock.

But last night, they left the cafeteria at half past eight. After reading for a while in the reading room, it was around ten o 'clock. Therefore, Zong Jiu did not pay much attention to the time on the stairs last night.

But today was different.

It was exactly eight o 'clock when they finished breakfast. Even if they were delayed in the operating room on the first floor, the probability of them being delayed until ten o' clock was not high.

On top of that, there were two extra stairs that appeared out of nowhere …

Zong Jiu did not believe that there was such a coincidence in the world, especially in this personal show.

The appearance of the two ten o 'clock must mean something. There was a message that Zong Jiu did not know.

He was standing at the end of the stairs. Behind him was a dark winding staircase that led to the second floor of the basement. Directly across from him was the hallway of the basement. The staircase behind him flickered under the light. There was an indescribable sense of strangeness in his surroundings.

Although the mental hospital was usually this quiet, today's silence was not normal.

What was more interesting was that the metal door of the basement had changed.

The originally rusty door was now brand new. Even the glass window that was embedded in the door was wiped clean. It was as if they were just replaced, shining with a cold light.

Zong Jiu was not the only one who noticed this. Even the viewers who were watching his livestream realized that something was wrong.

[Oh my god, I'm just a flash god. Why did the door in front suddenly become new? I'm dumbstruck. jpg]

[Wait, what's going on? Could it be that we've been pulled into a Dimensional Space? After all, this Instance Dungeon has already used such a hardcore method to tell us that its upper limit is very high …]

[Usually, when this happens in a horror movie dungeon, it's the end of the line. Didn't I say so? Why did you fall out with the Saint? Why didn't you hug such a big golden thigh? Why did you have to court your own death? I'm speechless. You're indeed a newbie who isn't afraid of tigers. What a waste of your good-looking face. I didn't expect you to be just a pretty face.]

The white-haired young man did not act rashly.

He didn't even walk forward. Instead, he squatted down and used his slender fingers to grind the ground.

When Zong Jiu raised his hand, there was a thin layer of ash on his hand. It looked like something had been left there for a long time.

Other than that, the Zong Jiu also found some unknown creatures on the ground. For example, crystals scattered after the glass shattered, and blank pages scattered by the wall that no one cared about.

It was very strange because these things should not appear here. They should appear in a building that had been abandoned for many years.

When he accurately determined that there was a problem here, even the lights in the stairwell became dimmer.

Zong Jiu untied the other hair loop wrapped around his arm and held the ballpoint pen in his hand as a temporary weapon.

The lights in the corridor on the first floor of the basement were completely extinguished. At this moment, only a thick fog could be seen.

He pressed his back against the wall. Under the dumbfounded gaze of the viewers in the bullet screen, not only did he not turn back and walk toward the stairwell with lights, but he also slowly moved deeper into the corridor on the first floor of the basement.

[Damn, does he want to die? At this time, he's not turning around and running. Why is he walking toward a dark place?]

[Oh my god, what is Jiu doing? There's not a single light in the corridor. It's so dark. What if there's an accident?]

[A Level E newbie, who doesn't even have a special item, dares to be so reckless???]

[Damn, even if you want to die, you don't have to do it this way …]

It was obvious that after Zong Jiu fought with the seniors, the viewers in the live broadcast room were generally not optimistic about his prospects.

In a situation where the difficulty level was clear, he gave up his advantage and was alone. Wasn't this shooting himself in the foot?

Looking at the darkness in the distance on the screen, everyone broke out in a cold sweat for him.

Zong Jiu didn't know what the viewers were thinking. Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't care. He was eager to complete a few more dangerous challenges to earn points.

The white-haired young man pressed against the wall and steadily walked to the left side of the basement.

On the right side of the basement was the confinement room, and at the end of the left side was the washroom. Only one side of the corridor had a ward, and the other side was full of pale walls. This also made it easier for Zong Jiu to move.

The end of his straight line was where the washroom was.

The young man was very cautious. After every few steps, he would stop. He was like a patient and agile cheetah on the African savannah. He pricked up his ears and quietly listened to the movements in the darkness, patiently waiting for his opportunity to hunt.

It was a short journey, but the viewers in the livestream were on tenterhooks as they watched.

Zong Jiu was surrounded by darkness. He could only rely on the wall behind him to determine his direction. He couldn't see anything in his field of vision.

However, for the live broadcast effect, the images that the viewers saw in the live broadcast room were the result of the intelligent processing of the main system.

The viewers were in God's perspective, and the main system was considerate enough to turn on a light for them. Therefore, the viewers could clearly see whether or not the white-haired young man had a "good friend" that suddenly appeared next to him. They reacted even faster than Zong Jiu, whose vision was obstructed. This added a sense of tension and excitement to the viewers, as they were afraid that something that shouldn't appear would appear in the next moment.

[Why … I thought I wouldn't be afraid if I watched the live broadcast, but now I realize that this is much scarier than doing a dungeon by myself!!]

[Ahhhh, this is an S rank dungeon. I don't want such a handsome face to die! Why is Ah Jiu so careless that he's crying out loud?]

[No, no, no, I have to leave the live broadcast room to save my life. If this newbie doesn't die in half an hour, then I'll come back. Everyone, remember to kick me.]

[Everyone, send more comments. I'm not afraid if there are comments to save my life at a critical moment. 00000000]

When his shoulder hit another hard wall, the bullet screen collectively let out a sigh of relief.

Zong Jiu walked for almost ten minutes before he finished the short walk.

Fortunately, the journey was calm and peaceful, and nothing happened.

However, the white-haired young man did not stop moving.

He touched the wall at the end of the corridor with one hand and held a pen with the other. He began to move along the right-angled edge between the two walls.

Until his left hand touched nothing.

At the end of the corridor on the left, the first one on the right was the toilet.

He finally arrived.

Zong Jiu was not in a hurry to enter. He stuck close to the wall and constantly paid attention to the movements around him.

The darkness was still extremely quiet.

From where he was standing, he could only see the faint light from the oil lamp at the corner of the corridor and staircase, as well as the rows of iron doors that stood silently.

The huge mental hospital was eerily silent.

The comments were puzzled by his behavior.

[No, wait, I thought he wanted to go back to the ward to hide, but it turns out he wanted to go to the toilet. I'm really confused.]

[Are you kidding me? Did he forget what happened in the toilet last night? (horrified face.jpg)]

[… I finally understand now. He's just looking for death.]

Although that was what he said, if Zong Jiu opened his personal homepage, he would find that the number of viewers in his live broadcast room had started to increase again.

It was good to be like an ordinary trainee and follow a team, but it was less interesting and interesting. People liked to watch exciting things, and Zong Jiu showed enough excitement. He played with the heart and naturally attracted a large number of fans.

Finally, after confirming that there was no disturbance around, Zong Jiu turned around and walked into the toilet.

Unlike usual, the pungent smell of disinfectant in the toilet was gone. Instead, it was replaced by a thick and nauseating smell of blood.

Zong Jiu estimated the location in his mind and took out a small wooden box from the pocket of his hospital gown.

If he was discovered, this thing would definitely be confiscated as a prohibited item. Then Zong Jiu would have to enjoy the electric chair.

Fortunately, his magician's hands were very steady. He could not do anything else, but he could still do something sneaky. He turned around and took the box from the caregiver.

His fingers stiffly pulled out a match from the wooden box and lit it.

The comments were filled with exclamations.

[F * ck, what's with this box of matches? Why would a mental hospital give patients this kind of thing?]

【？？？ Can anyone tell me where he took this box of matches from? Too.mystified.jpg]

[That's impossible, I've been following his stream. How come I didn't see him take the match?]

The flames dispelled the surrounding darkness and gradually revealed the true appearance of the washroom.

The small flame's illumination range was limited. Fortunately, Zong Jiu did not experience the horror of seeing a female ghost hanging upside down in front of him as soon as he lit the match.

… Well, it was not much better.

In front of the white-haired young man, there was a bucket full of blood in the dirty sink.

A headless corpse in a hospital gown was hanging by the sink. The blood between the fingers had already formed black scabs. It was a horrible sight.

Without a doubt, this was the corpse of Glasses that Messiah and the others could not find.

It was no wonder they could not find it.

After all, who would have thought that there would be a Dimensional Space hidden in this small mental hospital with an unknown entrance?

Faced with such a tragic scene, Zong Jiu did not even blink.

He even held the match close to the broken neck of the corpse by the sink and carefully examined it.

The match was not long. A moment later, the flame flickered and extinguished in the air.

The white-haired young man squinted in the darkness filled with the smell of blood.

Connecting the few original plot points he knew, he finally confirmed his guess.

But after all, this was not a suitable place to stay for long. If he was not careful, he could be decapitated at any moment.

Zong Jiu did not intend to delay, but when he turned around —

"Dong."

A faint sound of footsteps came from behind him to his right.

Zong Jiu's eyes turned cold. He held the ballpoint pen in his hand and stabbed in that direction.

His movements were so fast that the sound of wind could be heard in the air.

But the opponent was even faster.

Almost as soon as Zong Jiu made his move, the person in the dark used his hand like a knife and slashed at his wrist.

The slash was merciless and used 655% of his strength. He was probably prepared.

Zong Jiu was careless and the ballpoint pen fell to the ground.

He was a martial artist.

In just one exchange, Zong Jiu obtained this information.

He endured the pain in his wrist and continued to exchange blows with the opponent.

If Zong Jiu's hand was still intact, he might be able to exchange a few more blows. But unfortunately, his hand was not as flexible as before. He could only use the muscles of his arm to deflect the force.

"You're no match for me."

After a few blows, the person in the dark suddenly said, "What's more, your hand is injured."

The man used Tai Chi to increase the force of his hand. His rough palm easily caught the white-haired young man's slender wrist in the air.

Zong Jiu suddenly stopped.

He remembered this magnetic, cold, and disdainful voice.

When he was in the horror trainee studio, it was this voice who asked the main system questions under the eyes of tens of thousands of people. But from the question, he could see that the speaker was meticulous and considerate. He had won a lot of valuable information for the other trainees.

Just as Zong Jiu was about to answer, the mysterious man's voice suddenly lowered.

"Something's coming."

Not only the mysterious man, but Zong Jiu also heard the noise in the distant corridor.

He and the mysterious man looked at each other in the dark and then flashed into the toilet cubicle at the same time.

The toilet cubicle was narrow and cramped. There was limited space to stand, let alone two big men. But now that the situation was critical, they couldn't care so much and could only make do with standing.

He quickly locked the door and waited for the rotating lock to make a slight noise in the air before the entire bathroom returned to silence.

Neither of them spoke. Their bodies were extremely tense in the dark.

"Dong — Dong — Dong —"

About three minutes later, the noise in the corridor grew louder.

The unknown thing had reached the door of the toilet. It was only a few meters away from them who were hiding behind the door.

Because of the darkness, their hearing was enhanced to an incredible degree.

For example, at this moment, an unknown existence appeared in Zong Jiu's mind. It made a gurgling sound from its throat, and a part of its body was hanging on the ground, dragging a hair-raising rustling sound as it hopped over.

It didn't sound like a beautiful existence. It was still unknown whether it was a human or not.

"Dong — Dong — Dong —"

The noise was getting closer and closer. It was so close that it was only one cubicle away.

The horrible sound of marbles came from the darkness.

It fell from a high place to the ground and was lightly bounced up, making a series of cool noises.

In many vernacular, the sound of marbles heralded the arrival of some existence.

At this critical moment, Zong Jiu found that he was still as calm as ever. It was difficult for him to feel fear.

He even had the leisure to spare some attention to the man hiding in the toilet with him.

Although Zong Jiu was a magician, he had been looking for unorthodox methods all over the world to recover his hands.

Since medicine and modern science couldn't solve the problem, he had once pinned his hopes on occultism. Zong Jiu had learned a set of body-strengthening Qigong from a Taoist temple. He had practiced it for a few years. Although his hands weren't cured, his body was much stronger than before.

He dared to say that unless he was up against a martial artist, there was no way he would be defeated so early. But when they exchanged blows, Zong Jiu discovered that his opponent actually knew his set of attacks, and even used a more complete set of attacks that came from the same source as his own to counterattack.

Of course, if it were a trainee … unless he was a survivor who had strengthened his body. There weren't many people in the mental hospital with such conditions. For example, Jiang Yuan, who wanted to flaunt his seniority, Zong Jiu could beat him up with one hand.

Coupled with the fact that he had never heard of the sound in this dungeon, the result was obvious.

"Dong —"

Just then, another noise came from outside the door.

Blood dripped from the sink, and the smell of blood grew stronger.

Zong Jiu could even hear the eerie sound of the headless body being dragged on the smooth surface by its ankle.

The dragging sound was long and winding.

When it reached their cubicle, the sound stopped abruptly.

In the darkness, the stillness was scarier than the movement.

Had he been discovered?

At this time, Zong Jiu was glad that he was standing behind the cubicle door. Even if the door was opened, the Mystery Man would be the first to suffer.

In the next second, the light suddenly turned on, and the smell of blood disappeared.

There was chatter coming from outside the door.

"What's the point of the Son of God asking us to check again?"

A louder voice complained, "Didn't those high-level people dig three feet into the ground to search this toilet, and they still didn't find anything?"

"Who knows. Maybe those old people just want to order us around and scare us. "

Another person sniffled and lowered his voice, "Do you think what they said this morning was true … That Grade F was really, uh, made into a human head mop and hung on the sink?"

"You believe what they said? Even if you want to make up a story, you have to make it up better than this. "

The louder newcomer scolded, "Don't f * cking talk about this, we're still checking here, bad luck."

"Alright, since we're already here, let's just check and go back to the ward. They won't know anyway."

As he said that, the newcomer pushed the cubicle door and said in confusion, "Huh? Why won't this door open? "

"Hey, is someone using the toilet inside? We're here to check, answer us."

Zong Jiu glanced at Zhuge An standing beside him, opened the door, and walked out.

The young man's white hair was messy, and his face was suspiciously red. He walked out of the cubicle while rubbing his wrists.

The black-haired man behind him had a cold expression, and the corners of his clothes were a little messy. His cuffs were slightly folded, and he looked like he had just gone through a strenuous exercise.

The newcomers standing outside were confused.

… Two men going to the toilet together?

It seemed like they had a good relationship.