Chapter 8

Due to the head nurse's words, the gloomy atmosphere in the cafeteria grew thicker.

After experiencing the horrifying trainee dormitory and last night's horrifying incident, one of the newbies was clearly on the verge of a mental breakdown.

After the nurse announced the schedule, he suddenly rushed forward and yelled at them.

"Someone died last night! Do you have any f * cking conscience as a medical worker?! "

His eyes flashed with undisguised anger. "I don't have a f * cking mental illness. I think you're the ones with mental problems!"

"This is a hospital. Birth, aging, illness, and death are normal things."

A sarcastic smile appeared on the head nurse's pale face. "Then tell me, how do you prove that you're not mentally ill?"

Mental illness was a scary gray area.

People who couldn't escape the death penalty could rely on it to avoid punishment, but innocent people could be sent to prison by it.

There was no need for a reason. "He's mentally ill" was enough.

As for how to prove whether or not he was mentally ill —

Mental patients would never admit that they were mentally ill.

There was no way to prove it. In other words, it was a false proposition.

The newbie's body was cold. His lips trembled, but he couldn't say a word.

Just when everyone thought he wouldn't say anything, he suddenly screamed and rushed out of the cafeteria like a madman. He disappeared into the stairwell without looking back.

"Bring him back."

The head nurse waved at the nurses and gave the order without looking back.

After they left the cafeteria, the others recovered from the depressing atmosphere.

Not only the people in the cafeteria, but the bullet screen in the live broadcast room was also abuzz with discussion.

After a while, Zong Jiu's live broadcast room stabilized at around a thousand viewers. Although it couldn't compare to the millions of viewers of the big bosses, it was enough to attract the newbies' attention.

[Looking at the signs, something bad is going to happen tonight.]

[Indeed, survive for three days. The first day was just plain porridge and side dishes. The second and third day will be the main event.]

[A passerby from the live broadcast room next door said that the main mission of the solo show next door is also to survive for three days. Although there are no moles or random missions, and almost half of the trainees are dead … With the Son of God here, the survival rate should be greatly increased.]

[The main system is really toxic. This is only the first round of the frightening trainees. The difficulty is set so high. Aren't they afraid that the newcomers will be traumatized?]

[Replying to the previous poster, think about how many people were standing in the broadcast hall during the initial selection … With so many people, the main system probably couldn't be bothered to wait for the newcomers to grow. It might as well just release a high difficulty instance and filter out the remaining people like the elimination round.]

Panic spread silently.

Under such circumstances, as the leader elected by the group, it was necessary to play a leading role and inject confidence into everyone.

It was clear that this was not the first time Messiah had experienced such a situation.

The golden-haired Holy Son put down his cutlery and stood up from the table. "Everyone, please calm down."

The gazes of everyone in the restaurant followed him, and the commotion gradually subsided.

"Today's focus is to gather clues and information. Later, I will tell everyone the information I obtained last night."

"There's no time to lose. After watching the live treatment, everyone can split into groups to collect information. We've already come to a conclusion. Since the wards have been divided into groups, then we'll do it according to the groups. "

Messiah revealed a reassuring smile. "Everyone, please rest assured. I will do my best to protect everyone's safety."

If this sentence was said by someone else, it might not have had such an effect. But if it was said by the Holy Son, the meaning was completely different.

After last night's explanation by the seniors, the newcomers also had a preliminary understanding of this No. 2.

The Holy Son was able to command the respect and support of almost everyone in the Infinite Loop. It was not only because of his compassionate and charitable nature, but also because of his strength.

Messiah was not his full name. His full name should be "Messiah Mu Bei."

In the Western religious sense, Messiah meant "the one chosen by God." It was a religious title.

As long as one went through the anointing ceremony and was established as a monarch or a priest, they could add the title of Messiah before their name. For example, the famous Messiah Joshua, Messiah Judas, and so on.

Messiah once received an identity card as the high priest of ancient Israel in an S-level horror dungeon created based on the Bible. After receiving the anointing ceremony, he became the representative of God in the dungeon and was crowned with the title of Messiah.

After successfully surviving the almost unsolvable dungeon and receiving an amazing A-level evaluation, he not only retained the Messiah's hair color, but also a staff he received as the high priest of Israel on the 65th of July in the Jewish calendar when he entered the Holy Sanctuary and accurately recited God's true name.

According to the Book of Exodus, the prophet Moses and the prophet Aaron each had a staff.

Moses' staff was used to judge and drive the will of God. It was also used in the famous "Moses parting the Red Sea." Moses' younger brother Aaron's staff was stored in the Ark of the Covenant, a sacred object of the Jewish people.

The item that Messiah obtained from this instance dungeon was a replica of Aaron's Staff.

Although the replica did not have the bug-like resurrection ability of the original Aaron's staff, it still had outstanding healing abilities. At the same time, because of the light and life aura attached to the staff, it was simply miraculous in a supernatural dungeon.

In other words, Messiah was equivalent to a walking healer.

In this world, no matter who you provoked, you would never provoke a healer! What the infinite loop lacked the most was a healer, not to mention a healer with a dispelling effect.

In the entire infinite loop, the Temple team led by Messiah had the lowest casualty rate. Every year during the recruitment, they would receive tens of thousands of applications.

Therefore, after a morale boost, the newcomers who finally knew the power of Messiah settled down again, and looked at the blond holy son with more fanaticism.

For such a scene, let alone Messiah, even He Jianlan and the others were not surprised.

[Sure enough, there is a holy son in this dungeon, it makes people feel more at ease!!]

[This is the good thing about having a healer with you, as expected of an ability that is more powerful than a psychic.]

The bullet screen was full of emotions. [The newcomers in this dungeon are so lucky.]

"It's 2: 05, there are still ten minutes left, let's hurry up and go."

Even though the clock in the cafeteria showed that it was early in the morning, the corridor of the mental hospital was as dark as ever.

Everyone filed out, and with a tense atmosphere, they walked towards the locked iron door on the south side of the first floor.

It was not a long walk, but everyone's hearts were filled with anxiety.

Sheng Yu walked at the back, and beside him was He Jianlan, who was responsible for asking him in detail about what happened last night.

Perhaps because he was frightened by the spectacles last night, the high school student's complexion was obviously not very good, and dark circles hung on his cheeks.

After seeing the white-haired young man turn around, Sheng Yu's listless face showed a little bit of a smile.

He Jianlan immediately narrowed his eyes vigilantly. "You know him?"

Sheng Yu replied without any suspicion, "Yes, that's my ninth brother."

Zong Jiu typed a string of "…" in his heart, and did not pay attention to the situation behind him.

Now, in the entire leadership elected by the Messiah, he was the only one who was isolated.

The seniors in the leadership looked down on him, a Class E, and felt that he did not deserve to be on the same level as them.

The seniors who did not join the leadership group were even more hostile towards him, and felt that they were stronger than a Class E, and could not wait to replace him in the leadership group.

As for the remaining newcomers, it was even more obvious. Everyone was of the same class, so how could Zong Jiu sneak into the small group? Not only did he sneak in, but he also succeeded in sucking up to the Son of God. In this kind of life-or-death situation, all the newcomers were jealous.

Now that he was in this dangerous situation, it was very likely that he would be reduced to cannon fodder for the three parties. Not to mention, He Jianlan was watching him like a tiger watching its prey, and was always on guard against him.

For example, after washing up this morning, when Zong Jiu went to the other rooms to look for clues, He Jianlan sneakily followed behind him, trying to find evidence that he was a mole.

Zong Jiu felt that he was very innocent. He did not do anything, and yet he was treated with hostility by a Class B. What was even more hateful was that He Jianlan was quite popular in the small group. Even the other trainees looked at him with contempt, and one of them almost had his saliva written on his face.

However, to some extent, this was what Zong Jiu wanted.

Working in a group had its advantages, but naturally, it also had its disadvantages. Zong Jiu followed the team and almost got the clues he wanted. If there was nothing else, it would not be a bad idea to sneak away.

As soon as he had this idea, the head nurse handed him a pillow.

In other people's eyes, Zhuge An was very intelligent, and he was both good and evil. He did not follow the organization's arrangements, so the possibility of him being a mole was very high.

However, to Zong Jiu, Zhuge An was the first person in the entire mental hospital who could be ruled out as a mole.

He had to thank the original article for this.

The original article was a description of a group of people. When the author wrote about the ID card settings, he just happened to change the perspective to Zhuge An.

Therefore, Zong Jiu knew that Zhuge An had only received a normal ID card. He did not cheat anyone.

Who would have thought that Zhuge An, who looked the most like a mole, was actually innocent!

Thinking of this, Messiah, who was at the front, finally reached the iron door.

The door was still locked, and he couldn't hear any sound coming from inside.

The blonde holy son gave the Class B psychic on his left a look, and the latter immediately closed his eyes. After a while, he opened his eyes again and nodded, giving an affirmative answer.

Messiah relaxed her eyebrows. "Go knock on the door. It's safe."

Qin Ye took a step forward and was about to knock on the door when it suddenly creaked.

The heavy iron door opened automatically from the inside.

Qin Ye's reaction was very fast. Almost at the same time that the iron door moved, he took a step back and assumed a defensive posture.

Not only him, but the old people standing in the first row also did the same.

There was no one behind the door, and it was not as scary as they had imagined.

This was a very old operating theater that had been around for a long time.

As for why they could easily tell that this was an operating room, it was because of the old wooden operating table. The bright oil lamp above was the only source of light in the room. On a tray on the armrest were tweezers, hemostatic forceps, scalpels, and some dirty cotton balls.

Although there was nothing scary about this operating room, it could easily send chills down people's spines.

This was because the simple surgical tools on the operating table were obviously used before, and they were stained with mottled black blood. Some unknown mixture was thrown into the trash can, and it was scarlet.

In addition to the operating table, there was an old electric chair in the corner. It was tied with straps, and there were many wires plugged into it.

A bronze old, worn-out iron cabinet leaned against the wall, and behind the dirty brown glass, there was an unknown object. A newcomer took a closer look and almost screamed when he saw that it was a shriveled head.

"It looks like a corpse that has been embalmed."

Messiah said.

Zong Jiu stared at the head with interest and found something suspicious.

The head had obviously been left there for a long time, and it was a dull yellowish-brown color.

However, the eyes were not only very fresh, but they were also bluish-gray and bloodshot.

This was a pair of freshly dug eyes. Even the most fragile tissue was intact. The technique was perfect.

Who would stuff living eyes into the eye sockets of a dead person?

Zong Jiu narrowed his eyes and looked at the newcomer behind him who was trembling in fear. He was very considerate and did not tell him the truth.

He was born with little emotional fluctuations, so he accepted it well. He was even in the mood to look at the other specimens on the display cabinet.

Without exception, the items on the display cases were all the same. They were either all kinds of strange human organs or human skulls of different shapes and sizes.

Could it be that Dr. Chu from the mental hospital was a human body collector?

Just as Zong Jiu was thinking, the newcomer suddenly screamed.

"Ahhhh, it moved, it just moved!"

"It's right there, that specimen, its eyes moved!"

The elderly people who were observing the operating room frowned, but they did not think much of it.

The psychic medium had already confirmed that there was nothing unclean behind the metal door. Even if there was something, the psychic medium would not have been unable to sense anything at such a close distance.

Instead, another newcomer said impatiently, "What do you mean it moved? Everyone is already panicking, and you're still trying to scare us —"

He stopped abruptly midway through his sentence.

The black pupils of the head were gone, and only the pale whites of the eyes were left, staring straight at him.

The newcomer was so scared that he fell to the ground.

It was a horrifying scene, but the elderly people did not have time to care.

Their feverish gazes were all focused on another place.

On the other side of the operating table, a sudden halo appeared in the pupils of all the trainees, and a small "S" quietly appeared.

It was an extremely precious S-grade special item!