Chapter 227 Frog Hospital (Twenty-Seven) Borrowing a Knife to Kill

In the dark space, Qisi took out the backpack from the item bar.

To use the items in the item bar, you don't need to touch them directly with your hands. You only need to convey the command with your mind to make the item appear at a distance of less than one centimeter from the player.

In other words, as long as the player wants, he can even summon a item above his head and hit himself in the face.

The backpack was hooked on the clean ground on Qisi's right, tightly attached to the chair leg, and close to the pool of blood that was approaching.

Qisi controlled the cursed spirit pendulum to open the zipper of the backpack, revealing the towels, paper and pens, sugar jars and other things stuffed inside.

The transparent sugar jar was filled with newly caught tadpoles, one close to the other, almost filling up all the gaps, and the head and tail were still twitching slightly.

There was also a trembling cloth bag next to the sugar jar, and inside was a frog whose eyes were covered by Qisi with a towel.

"Doctor Cheng... I don't want to die... Can you save me?"

The plaintive confession sounded in his ears. On the iron bed in front of him, the body of the woman sat up, her head turned to Qi Si at a twisted angle, and there was a void in her wide-open eyes.

The blood stains like herpes crawled all over her body like clothes, and the touched flesh rotted at a speed visible to the naked eye. The stench mixed with the bloody smell irritated the nose, and the fear of the original Cheng An was unreasonably filled in his heart.

Qis couldn't look away, and could only watch the woman rot in a few seconds to the point where she couldn't see the human form. The thick yellow and oily green rotten water floated a layer of smoke-like grease on the pool of blood.

The heart seemed to be clenched by a hand, every cell was stiff and fixed, and even breathing became a burden.

All kinds of fragmented pictures exploded in his mind, floating around like catkins in spring, being lifted high and then flying and settling. A thin layer of blood was smeared in front of his eyes, flickering alternately with the exposed white, and darkening at a perceptible speed.

The long-lost blood phobia surged up again, and his consciousness struggled between wakefulness and drowsiness.

Qi Si realized that the best way to trap a person was to make him lose consciousness.

If he fainted again, he didn't know when he would wake up, or whether he would wake up at all...

There was no time for entanglement and hesitation. A solution that had been thought of long ago, although it was full of risks, had to be put into practice in person.

The curse pendulum quickly smashed the sugar jar containing tadpoles, and took the opportunity to lift the towel on the frog's head.

The dark tadpoles scattered on the towel like black hair, breaking into spots between the fluff, and wriggling painfully in the same place after absorbing clean water.

The blue frog squatted among the tadpoles with a bulge, staring at Qi Si with yellow eyes, and his pale belly contracted and contracted, ready to speak at any time.

The pool of blood was viscous and crawling slowly on the ground. It had already circled around the backpack and seeped into the thickened fabric.

Qi Si used the cursed pendulum to wrap a handful of tadpoles, brought them to his lips, and poured them all into his mouth.

He wanted to hold them in his mouth, but the tadpoles flowed into his esophagus with his saliva without saying anything. After moving in his stomach for a few seconds, they fell silent.

"Quack, quack!"

The blue frog witnessed the whole process of Qi Si swallowing tadpoles and immediately made a loud frog call.

Then, a group of frog sounds came from afar. The first few seconds were not very real because of the distance. Soon, they rolled to the near side like thunder, and exploded noisily, like drums, like chorus.

The warm sound dispersed the weird atmosphere, and gave people a festive and lively feeling of celebrating the festival.

The muddy smell and water vapor belonging to the pond infected the cold darkness, wrapped from all directions, and even briefly covered the original bloody smell.

Green frogs appeared out of nowhere in every corner of the room, their red eyes flashing scarlet in the darkness.

"Quack, quack... quack..."

Amid the croaking of frogs, countless frogs jumped and hopped towards Qis, bringing with them the synaesthesia of the earth shaking.

The bloody tentacles had already stuck to Qis's heels, and the slight chill tickled the soles of his feet through the plastic material, as if they were looking for a place to get in.

But the frogs were faster, and they stepped on the pool of blood as if they were desperate, hopping and approaching.

The blood wrapped around the first few frogs as if it had life, and the frogs that were touched rotted in a breath, and soon turned into a pile of burnt black frog bones, scattered in the pool of blood, and decomposed into debris.

The frogs behind seemed to be unable to see the miserable state of their predecessors, and they followed closely one after another, without slowing down at all, and they were not afraid of death.

The blood splashing on the frogs burned black spots like sulfuric acid corrosion. More and more frog bones were spread on the ground, which temporarily blocked the spread of the blood pool.

The bodies on the iron bed gushed out a steady stream of blood, but gradually could not keep up with the speed of the frogs, and appeared to be absorbed dry.

The tentacles of blood trembled and detoured to both sides, trying to touch Qi Si, who was tied to the chair, from other directions, but all the paths leading to Qi Si were blocked by frogs.

Finally, the first batch of frogs crossed the blockade of the blood pool and jumped onto Qi Si.

They shouted angrily, just like they did to Lu Zimo on the first day, and desperately bit Qi Si's flesh and clothes.

Most of Qi Si's body was covered by a straitjacket, and the few exposed skins would flow through a small current every two seconds.

The electric shock that was not fatal to the human body was a disaster for frogs. A large number of frogs were burned by the electric shock before they could cause wounds on Qi Si.

The mucus on the frog's body scraped against Qi Si's body, bringing a slippery and disgusting touch.

The burnt smell of the roasted meat slices lingered in his nose, mixed with the smell of mud, blood, rotten smell, and water vapor to form a heavy, disgusting smell.

Qi Si tried to empty his mind and not pay attention to the disgusting things on his body that made the mysophobic crazy, but in this situation, all the memories that came up from the bottom of the mind hall were worse.

It was a feeling of being forcibly pressed into a small ball, pushed into an even narrower hole, and being tightly wrapped. Death was in front of him, but he could not reach it, and he could only continue to struggle in the abyss of survival...

The living frogs drowned Qi Si like a wave, biting his straitjacket diligently.

As soon as the frogs that bit through the straitjacket touched human skin, the electric current continued to drill through their meridians, becoming one of the frog corpses that were burned by electricity.

The remaining frogs were still concentrating on biting the restraints on Qis. It was only a matter of time before they were electrocuted.

As amphibians, frogs are not very intelligent, and because they are part of the weirdness, they will only follow the inherent mechanism to repeat the established process.

Soon, the straitjacket and belt buckle on Qis were removed, but the frogs were still repeating the process of jumping on Qis, touching his skin, and being electrocuted.

Qis thought, and the cursed pendulum perched on his wrist flew out again, this time picking up a towel to cover the eyes of the blue frogs.

As if a switch was turned off, the green frogs that had been surging stopped moving, and the hundreds of frogs that had jumped on Qis also stopped moving as if they were cast with a spell.

A second later, all the frogs turned around and jumped away in all directions, sinking into the shadows in the direction they came from.

The cursed pendulum returned to Qis's wrist, and the young man stood up from the chair and shook off the charred frogs all over his body.

The iron bed in front of him was still bleeding, but after the frogs' disturbance, the blood flow slowed down a lot. As if afraid of being damaged, it stretched out its tentacles tentatively and spread slowly.

Qi Si put his backpack back into the prop bar, turned his back to the listless pool of blood on the ground, and walked away from the iron bed.

On the originally smooth wall, a doorway appeared at some point, maintaining the same gray and black color as the wall. If you don't look carefully, you can't really find it.

Qi Si held the fate pocket watch, walked over step by step, and stepped into the door.

…

In ward 404, Sun Dekuan used a knife to cut off all the paper chains on Lu Zimo's body.

Lu Zimo regained his freedom and smiled gratefully at Sun Dekuan: "Thank you, brother Sun. After the copy is out, I will repay you by working like a cow or a horse."

This is just a polite remark, and not many people will really believe it.

Sun Dekuan laughed: "Xiao Lu, I'm just living my life, I don't ask for much, just don't treat me like you treat your sister..."

"Don't dare, Brother Sun, you know so much about me, if I do anything to you, you can hang me on the forum after you leave the dungeon."

Lu Zimo got off the bed, stretched his limbs, and stretched his muscles, making a crisp "click" sound.

He glanced at the door and changed the subject: "Brother Sun, after the refresh at six o'clock, we must rush to the operating area immediately, the sooner the better."

"Ah? Why?"

"Cheng An may not be dead." Lu Zimo said lightly, "With his wisdom and suspicion, after separating from you, he will definitely suspect the possibility that you have been subverted by me. He will most likely not return to the ward."

"You also said that he knows some clues better than you, and those clues are likely to be the key to TE clearance. Whether he chooses to use the copy mechanism to deal with us, or abandons us to clear the TE, it will put us in a passive position."

"To be safe, we must snipe him at the refresh point as soon as possible."

Sun Dekuan has long accepted Lu Zimo's "Cheng An is harmful theory". Compared with taking risks with his own safety, it is obviously easier to kill others.

He nodded, scratched his head, and asked, "With so many operating rooms, how do we know where Cheng An is? ... No, how do you know he's in the operating area?"

"Ask the nurse." Lu Zimo turned his head to look at Sun Dekuan, and his eyes, which were always wet, actually revealed a hint of looking at a fool. "Yesterday, you all went out to explore. Of course, I won't stay in the ward stupidly."

Sun Dekuan remembered that a day ago, Lu Zimo looked frightened by the failure rate and half-dead, crying, and was comforted by Huang Xiaofei for a long time before he calmed down.

It was because he showed absolute weakness that the players did not drag him out to take risks out of humanitarianism.

Now it seems that all his careless performance in the past few days was pretended, not only for the purpose of confusing Huang Xiaofei, but also for secretly investigating Cheng An.

'He has arranged Huang Xiaofei and Cheng An clearly, will he miss me? '

Sun Dekuan suddenly had such an idea, and a chill ran down his back.

…

The biting cold quickly dissipated after he stepped through the door, and a soft light splashed down in front of his eyes, spreading to the whole world.

Qis found himself standing in a small room, with a purple desk placed in the middle, and a replica of the statue of "Lamentation of Christ" on it.

The documents on the desk were neatly stacked, which was completely different from the messy scene of the office he had visited before, and was undoubtedly more in line with the style of the dean's office in common sense.

"Is this the real dean's office?"

Zeiss smiled and walked to the desk.

In the middle is a crumpled notebook. Most of the pages are stuck together with slime and can only be opened from the middle.

All the legible handwriting pieced together two short paragraphs:

[I need corpses, the corpses of women who died during childbirth, sacrifice them to (data deleted), and He will come to the world...]

[(DATA EXPUNGED) Your Excellency told me that as long as they eat tadpoles, they will be cursed by the frog and bleed to death on the operating table...]

[I set the reincarnation time to one day, so that no matter how strange the rules I set and how much suspicion they arouse, it will not have much impact...]

Key puzzle pieces fill in the gaps in reasoning and clearly answer three questions.

Qisi smiled and sighed: "Sure enough, the female corpses with numbers starting with S in the morgue are materials for the ritual. The numbers are to temporarily distinguish them from other corpses for easy access in the future."

"Some patients didn't know about the distribution of tadpole soup, and some nurses didn't know that tadpoles were being distributed to patients as medicine, just because the news didn't have time to spread widely in just one day."

At this point, Qisi suddenly raised his face and said to the being in the void with a half-smile: "Also, Comrade Cheng An, Wang Ying's death on the operating table has nothing to do with you. It was the dean who secretly did something for his own selfish desires - "

He lowered his voice and smiled jokingly: "Are you satisfied with this result?"

Inspiration captured a "click" sound, as if some barrier was broken.

At the same time, Qiss heard a cold electronic sound ringing in his ears.

[You know that the patient's death was not due to your fault, and you finally untie the knot in your heart and cure the "sickness" in your body]

[The current task "Cure the disease" has been completed]

"Is he so idealistic?" Qisi shook his head, his face no longer showing the joy of being concerned about things.

He looked at his destiny pocket watch and saw that it was already half past five.

In half an hour, the world will undergo a refresh, and he will wake up in an abandoned operating room just like he did on the first day after entering the dungeon.

"Lu Zimo knows my refresh point, well, it's a bit troublesome."

Chase's eyes wandered along the walls of the office.

Theoretically, in order to ensure that the pregnant women he killed would not be refreshed together, the dean would definitely design a place where the refresh mechanism could be circumvented.

…

At six o'clock in the evening, Lu Zimo and Sun Dekuan ran all the way to the operating area and pushed open the door of the abandoned operating room.

The operating bed where a person should have been lying was empty, without any trace of human presence.

They turned around and went out, and a nurse with blood stains on her body came towards them. She looked anxious: "Have you seen Dr. Cheng? He's gone!"

"No!"

Lu Zimo and Sun Dekuan shook their heads simultaneously.

After the nurse left, they looked at each other and saw relief in each other's eyes.

——It seems that Cheng An is dead, so there is no need for them to do it themselves.

At six o'clock tomorrow morning, this guy will probably appear in the ward unconsciously like a puppet together with Huang Xiaofei and Blue Frog. (End of chapter)