Chapter 7

"Did you hear! Something happened to a Level F last night! "

At seven o 'clock in the morning, after the nurses unlocked the doors of every room, all the trainees couldn't wait to get out of bed. After a quick wash, they gathered in the dining room and chattered about what happened last night.

Last night, after Zong Jiu sent Sheng Yu back to her room, he went to the reading room and told Messiah about Glasses' disappearance.

The seniors looked at each other and put down their task of gathering information. Together, they searched the entire first floor and basement.

The first person to die usually brought a lot of information. If they could find the body, they could even deduce the source of the horror.

Those who survived in the infinite loop would not be able to survive without some forensic knowledge.

Strangely, they found the nurses at ten o 'clock and checked the rooms at eleven. They searched both floors but still found nothing.

Finally, at the last moment, they found Glasses' body in the dirty sink in the basement's first floor toilet.

Calling it a body was not accurate.

Because there was only a mop made from a wooden stick pounded into the brain in the sink.

Glasses was a man. He usually had a buzz cut, so his hair was naturally not very long. But the end of the mop was wrapped in a thick cloth. Not only did it perfectly cover the head, it also fixed it in place and made it into a usable mop.

If it weren't for one of the trainees who saw a pair of white eyes through the gaps in the cloth, perhaps no one would have thought that in such a short period of time, not only had Glasses' head been separated from his body, but he had also been openly hung in front of their eyes, which they had searched countless times.

Not to mention the people who saw the scene, the bullet screen was trembling with fear.

"I heard, I heard. It is said that the Level F died a horrible death. Until now, they have not been able to find the rest of his body. The seniors who have seen the world all said that such a cruel death is rare. "

"Sigh … If the seniors say so, what do we newbies do? Do we just wait for death?"

When Zong Jiu walked in, the dining room was already shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

He greeted Sheng Yu and scooped a bowl of porridge for himself. He saw Messiah walking over with buns and youtiao for two.

"Together?"

Zong Jiu nodded and followed behind the blond Holy Son, sitting at the centermost table.

Other than him, there were many other people sitting at the table. If one were to observe carefully, they would discover that they were all the experienced trainees who had not taken their medicine last night. Without exception, all of them were above B-level.

Everyone else was secretly sizing up this table that sat in the center like a moon surrounded by stars.

"Tsk, this white-haired guy is really capable. He really managed to sneak in."

"What good luck. I wonder how much that face played a role in it."

People whispered, "Let's not talk about the Saint. There's also Qin Ye and the others. They're all important figures. He's just a Class E, isn't he afraid of falling to his death? "

Although his words were sour, everyone could not help but admire Zong Jiu's face. At the same time, they were well aware of the situation.

The core leadership group in this dungeon should have been separated.

In the past, when large teams entered dungeons, it was also like this. The leaders would command, and the others only needed to follow orders. If they obtained items in the dungeon, the leaders would have priority in distributing them. When the dungeon ended, they would also receive a large portion of the survival points.

Not to mention, this Class E seemed to be very familiar with the Holy Son. To be able to gain the favor of No. 2, one's life and status would not be in danger in the future.

However, the atmosphere at the centermost table was somewhat strange.

Zong Jiu was isolated.

Other than Messiah, who knew that his hand was injured and enthusiastically helped him get breakfast, everyone else at the table was intentionally or unintentionally ignoring him.

He was already an adult, yet he still used this kind of elementary school-like method.

Zong Jiu did not know whether to laugh or cry.

No one paid attention to him, but he was happy and at ease. He slowly ate his food while listening to the others exchange information.

After Glasses died, Zong Jiu's plot prophet no longer existed. Under these circumstances, information was especially important.

Fortunately, compared to the other people who were blind, Zong Jiu already had a full advantage. Not only did he almost determine the candidate for the mole, but he was also getting closer to the source of this dungeon.

He had to do the Danger Challenge, and he could not give up on the Random Mission. He had to do both. As long as there was a place where he could earn survival points, there would definitely be Zong Jiu's shadow. Oh yeah!

Messiah knocked on the table. "Last night, you stayed in the library and the reading room to look for information. Did you find anything new?"

It was strange. This mental hospital looked dilapidated and dirty, but the library was spacious.

Could it be that a mental patient would like to read?

"Nothing." The trainee in charge of the library shook his head. "The books in the library are all very functional books. There are no records of this."

"What about the reading room?" The blonde Holy Son turned his gaze to He Jianlan.

"Other than the report we found last night, the other reports were especially vague. The only confirmed clue is that this mental hospital used to be a wartime military base many years ago, and a terrible thing happened there. "

He Jianlan said cautiously, "We didn't have enough time last night. If we search according to the planned time frame today, we should be able to find more clues."

Speaking of last night's incident, everyone was silent.

It was not that they were afraid of Glasses' death. After all, they had been in the infinite loop for so long and had climbed to this level. What kind of tragic death had they not seen?

What they were really concerned about was the fact that there was no trace of the incident.

Last night, Sheng Yu had fallen asleep after taking the medicine. The rest was relayed by Zong Jiu.

"Later, we'll ask the Level F at the scene of the incident to see if he missed anything."

Everyone agreed.

"Then the goal for this morning is very clear."

The blonde Holy Son crossed his arms. "One team for the reading room, one team for the library, one team to search the basement level, one team to find a way to get information from the nurse NPCs, and one team to investigate the scene of the crime. We'll be able to find clues if we run parallel to each other. "

Qin Ye suddenly said, "There's still one person who hasn't returned."

"Who?"

He said concisely, "Vincent."

Everyone at the table exchanged shocked glances.

Vincent was Level A. He was also the second-in-command of the Night people team, the right-hand man of the No. 7. Naturally, his strength would not be weak. Although he could not be compared to the top Level S, he was also one of the long-established survivors in the infinite loop. He was not to be underestimated.

As everyone knew, the Night people team had a talent. They had once received the Embrace of a vampire.

There were all kinds of horror dungeons in the infinite loop. Among them, there were many that were related to vampires. There was a particularly famous Level A dungeon called the "Gloomy Castle." There was a way to transform humans into half-vampires.

However, because the blood of vampires was highly toxic, humans could die during the transformation process at any time. Very few survivors had the courage to choose this path because the pain of transformation was no different from suicide.

However, risks and benefits were always proportional. If one could transform into a half-vampire, not only would their physical fitness be greatly enhanced, but they would also obtain the innate abilities of vampires. There would be no need to find special items.

The current No. 7, Fan Zhuo, had once received the blood of a vampire prince in the Level S dungeon "Dark Night Abyss." His strength had increased exponentially, almost reaching the peak of the "human" category set by the main system. That was why he was able to stand below one person and above thousands.

The reason why Qin Ye was sensitive to Vincent was very simple. It was because he had once received the blessing of a werewolf in a horror dungeon.

Werewolves and vampires were born to be mortal enemies. If Vincent appeared in this dungeon, Qin Ye would definitely be the first to know. He had received the blessing of a werewolf, and his nose had become especially sensitive.

Qin Ye continued, "When we entered the dungeon yesterday, I met up with Old He. When we went upstairs, we saw him walk out of the ward next door. But he didn't come to the dining room. I'm guessing that he wanted to gather information ahead of time, so he could move freely. "

Since Qin Ye had said so, everyone naturally believed him. It was just that this news was too inconceivable.

"Missing for an entire night … That's not very possible, right?"

Vampires were a terrifying race that was favored by the night, and half-vampires were the same.

Not to mention that this mental hospital didn't even have windows. Day was like night, and not even the slightest bit of sunlight could penetrate. Logically speaking, vampires liked this kind of environment the most, and they could even obtain an increase in their abilities.

Furthermore, Vincent himself was an experienced and seasoned survivor. Almost no one would believe him if he told them that he had opened the door and given them some blood.

"But yesterday, we searched the entire basement and first floor. We also searched the empty wards, but we didn't find Vincent at all."

"No."

Messiah said in a low voice, "There are still two places we haven't gone."

The dining table was silent.

There were indeed two places they hadn't gone. One was the locked iron door on the south side of the first floor, and the other was the basement.

The locked iron door on the south side was extremely sturdy. It couldn't be pushed open, and there was no way to investigate.

The other basement didn't even have a light. Looking down from the stairs of the basement's ward, it was pitch black. The corridor was so dilapidated that it looked like it hadn't been repaired for decades.

Yesterday, they had planned to go downstairs to look for Glasses. Just as they reached the stairs, a B-grade psychic in the team suddenly turned pale and fainted on the ground.

Psychics were very rare, and they could only be triggered by special dungeons. Although they weren't strong in combat, their perception was top-notch. They were very useful in dealing with unusual things. Most large teams would have one or two of them.

There was only one psychic in this place. After confirming that this was a supernatural dungeon, everyone treated him like a panda.

After waking up, the psychic's face was filled with undisguised fear. The first thing he said was —

"Don't … Don't go down. You'll die. "

It was because of this that they avoided the basement for the time being.

Now it seemed that if they couldn't find any clues after searching all the other places, the result would be obvious.

They only had three days, and today was the first day.

According to the rules of horror dungeons, the longer they delayed, the more uncontrollable the situation would become.

If they couldn't find any more clues by noon, they would have to take the initiative.

"The basement's level of danger is beyond imagination. Don't act on your own."

Messiah's expression was serious. "We'll vote after all the clues and information have been gathered by noon."

"Let's eat breakfast first."

When they finished their discussion, Zong Jiu also finished eating.

After breakfast, Zong Jiu had nothing to do. He propped his head up and let his silver ponytail flow down his shoulders. He continued to think about what he saw on the wall yesterday.

Last night, Zong Jiu and a few other old people slept in Messiah's ward. He moved his blanket to the corner of the room, but he didn't expect to find a string of strange letters in the corner.

pnpso。

It obviously didn't form a word, but it caught Zong Jiu's attention.

To make sure that the string of letters wasn't a coincidence, after washing up this morning, Zong Jiu purposely turned the corner and went to the room that belonged to him yesterday, Room 67.

Sure enough, on the wall of Room 67 that was filled with mathematical formulas, the same string of letters appeared. However, it wasn't as obvious and it was harder to identify.

Zong Jiu went to a few other rooms and found that all the rooms were the same.

It was definitely not a coincidence that it appeared so many times. It was obvious that someone had purposely painted it on.

But what did these letters represent?

Zong Jiu had a feeling that he had found a big clue. However, due to the lack of a key piece of information, he was blocked outside the door and couldn't enter.

What about the others?

The main system clearly stated that there was a mole, so how could Zong Jiu do something as stupid as shooting himself in the foot?

The white-haired young man narrowed his eyes. He didn't care about the cold attitude of the others. Instead, he was happy.

Whether or not they could find this big clue depended on their own abilities. If they relied on others to give them hints, wouldn't they lose the fun of solving the mystery?

As a magician who specialized in bringing surprises and joy to others, Zong Jiu obviously wouldn't spoil everyone's fun.

When the trainees were halfway through their breakfast, the familiar sound of high heels came from the depths of the corridor again.

The head nurse appeared at the door with a piece of paper in her hand and started to call out the names.

"Number 6 and 2, Number 67 and 8, Number 0 and 4, Number 7 and 61 …"

The trainees whose numbers were called looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

Soon, after everyone's numbers were called out, the head nurse announced with a cold expression, "This is the group list for tonight's rooms."

Her face was gloomy. "You were smart last night, but I advise you not to try to take advantage of the situation. If there is a situation like last night where many people sleep in the same room, the hospital will punish you according to the rules. "

The newbies' eyes were filled with fear.

"Then what should we do tonight … It's too dangerous for two people to sleep in the same room."

Thanks to the Son of God's plan, everyone could get through the night safely. But now, the medical staff was obviously dissatisfied with their trickery and came up with a countermeasure to cut off their escape route.

On the other hand, the trainees at the central table didn't say anything and continued to eat with their heads down.

The seniors knew that perhaps they could use tricks to win a short respite in the early stages, but it was not a long-term solution. It was the same in all horror dungeons.

They would be thankful if the method they came up with could last through the night. They definitely couldn't pin their hopes on it.

After the announcement, the head nurse gestured to the nurse behind her to report the schedule.

"At eight o 'clock, all patients are to gather in front of the metal door on the south side of the first floor."

"Dr. Chu is in a good mood today and wants to let you observe the treatment process of the mental patients in the hospital."

There was another commotion in the crowd.

[I'm shocked! There's a doctor here!]

[That's right, how can there only be nurses in such a big mental hospital and no doctors? I thought it was strange before, good lord, so this is what he was waiting for.]

[This on-site treatment doesn't sound good … No, I have to turn on the bullet screen to save my life.]

The white-haired youth rubbed his stiff fingers and didn't say anything.

Compared to observing the treatment on the spot, Zong Jiu was more concerned about the arrangement of the rooms mentioned by the head nurse.

He was number 67, and number 8 was coincidentally Zhuge An.