5. Chapter 5

Sheng Yu opened his eyes wide: "Didn't you eat it?"

In the palm of the white-haired young man's hand, the small white pill was lying intact, without even any trace of moisture on it.

Zong Jiu glanced at him: "It's just a little trick."

For a magician, flexible fingers are simply the most basic training. Even though Zong Jiu's hands are still stiff now, he is familiar with various hiding techniques, and it is more than enough to hide a small pill.

Not to mention Sheng Yu who has been following him, even the barrage was extremely surprised.

[Wow, I just saw him throw the pill into his mouth and drink a big sip of water]

[Yes, yes, I saw it too! And that gloomy head nurse was staring at him]

[Is it a prop? ? ? Impossible, isn't he a newcomer, where did the props come from?]

[If there is no prop, then it must be hidden by skill. This trick is really powerful. This newcomer is really something.]

Sheng Yu's exclamation attracted everyone. The other trainees in the restaurant saw the pill in Zong Jiu's hand and looked at each other with different expressions.

To be honest, whether it is old or new, there is not much difference in physical fitness.

The rules of infinite loop are very harsh. Humans will always be inferior to the food chain of ghosts, and survivors cannot escape the racial category of "humans". Even if there is an adventure of racial transformation in special high-level copies, it is the same. They are human in their bones. This is an unchangeable fact. No matter how many copies you go through, these two points cannot be changed.

Survivors can collect different props in the copy according to the clues revealed by NPCs, and rely on the abilities of these props to save their lives.

The survival points settled after each copy can be used to strengthen themselves, or strengthen existing props, etc. But no matter how much you strengthen, you can't transcend the general boundaries of humans. For example, no matter how much a person strengthens his strength, he can't lift a building out of thin air and become a being like the Hulk.

In addition, compared with strengthening props, strengthening oneself requires too many survival points, so unless there are really no props at hand, generally no one will choose to strengthen the body directly.

The result is that due to the emergency, under the strict defense of a circle of nurses, almost all the trainees in the restaurant swallowed the medicine. Although many elderly people now run to the trash can beside to induce vomiting, the pills have already entered the stomach and will have some effect.

Looking around, except for Zong Jiu, only three people did not let the medicine enter the mouth at all.

Zhuge An and Messiah are S-level bosses, whose methods are beyond ordinary people's imagination, so they will not be mentioned. Qin Ye directly crushed the pills into powder with his brute force and avoided the eyes of the nurses.

"I said this newcomer is not simple..."

He Jianlan dug out the pills from the place where his throat was stuck, with an ugly face.

As someone who was lucky enough to not take medicine with the S-level and A-level bosses, Zong Jiu was baptized by the warm gaze.

Not only He Jianlan, who had been on guard against him for a long time, but even Zhuge An condescended to glance at him.

Because of the move just now, Sheng Yu looked at him with great admiration, just like a younger brother looking at a big brother, and even changed his words very well, calling him "Jiu Ge" all the time, which was so sweet and very enjoyable.

Just now, the head nurse mentioned the schedule on the wall, and many trainees gathered around to take a look.

Next to the schedule was a floor plan of the mental hospital, which marked all the rooms and facilities on this floor.

This is the first floor, with a restaurant, a library, and a multimedia room.

"After dinner, it's free time... We washed up in the afternoon, went to bed at 10:30, and checked the room at 11:00."

Sheng Yu came over and read word by word: "Get up at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning, ah, take medicine at a fixed time every night!"

The new trainees turned pale and their bodies were shaky.

Now that the effect of the medicine has come, many people's eyelids are fighting.

Sheng Yu was even more panicked, "What should I do, Brother Jiu, I can't spit out the medicine now."

Zong Jiu was about to speak, but the blond saint suddenly walked out slowly from the crowd of newcomers.

"Everyone, why don't you listen to me."

The noisy crowd suddenly quieted down.

The Messiah smiled and spoke gently. His blue eyes were like the warm breeze blowing from the Aegean Sea in the afternoon in Greece. It didn't make people feel high and mighty, but it was refreshing. But no one dared to underestimate it.

Because of the S-level hanging on his chest and the small 7 next to it.

No.7, naturally has this qualification.

"Although the main system sets this level as a personal show level, it does not mean that the difficulty of the dungeon has been reduced."

To take care of the newcomers, Messiah gave an example.

"According to our experience as veterans, if it is a normal or low-difficulty dungeon, the main task is usually to escape from the mental hospital or solve a puzzle with certain items and clues. But this dungeon does not have that. Its main task only requires us to survive for three days."

"——This means that trainees only need to survive. They don't even need to figure out what happened in this hospital and what truth was buried. Because the difficulty set in the main system is not as important as surviving."

The trainees suddenly realized.

When survival is raised to the same level as solving puzzles, it means that in this copy, surviving is the biggest difficulty.

After figuring this out, everyone couldn't help but feel cold in their limbs and bodies.

"With such a difficult level, I suggest that you choose to do group activities."

Messiah said: "Although the purpose of individual shows is to show yourself, the main system does not say that trainees are not allowed to cooperate. We don't need to point the spearhead at our compatriots for survival."

Seeing that there are still newcomers who seem to be hesitant, the blond saint continued, "Don't worry, the infinite loop rule strictly prohibits survivors from killing each other. The nurse in the mental hospital just said this."

"The enemy of the survivors has never been the survivors. We have a common enemy, that is, those things." The blond saint meant something, "Level evaluation is important, but the most important thing at the moment is to survive in this copy first, isn't it?"

These words are like a revelation, completely awakening the confused newcomers.

Yes, survival is the most important thing. Level evaluation or elimination or not, you have to live to that time.

If they can't even survive these three days, they won't even be qualified for evaluation.

More and more newcomers stand behind the blond saint.

Strangely enough, after the nurse left, the whole restaurant seemed empty.

The aunt at the window who was queuing for food closed her stall, and those burly nurses were nowhere to be found. They didn't even see an extra patient NPC, only the trainees with signs were chattering here.

Perhaps this situation is very common in mental hospitals, as long as they don't violate the rules of the head nurse, they will be fine.

When the newcomers made their choices, the old people were obviously more thoughtful and comprehensive.

"Let's go, this copy is obviously not that simple."

He Jianlan sighed and pulled Qin Ye to stand together.

In the past, when they were in the infinite loop, they acted as a team, and they could safely leave their backs to their own people.

The infinite loop was already terrifying enough, what if they rebelled in their own nest?

But in this copy, the main system clearly pointed out that there was an insider between them, which made the old people panic.

It was not surprising that Messiah would say this.

Because at the moment, regardless of whether there is a traitor or not, sticking together is the best way, for both newcomers and veterans.

Zong Jiu stood aside and watched the whole process, without saying anything, but silently moved a few steps towards the Son of God.

[Too amazing, this kind of appeal is worthy of the Son of God]

[This venue is really lucky to have a leader. In the live broadcast of another venue next door, the Curse Squad and the Night Clan almost fought each other. Now they are secretly fighting each other, and the newcomers have become cannon fodder]

[Indeed, if someone else changes, he may not have the appeal of the Son of God. In front of the newcomers, he is an S-level boss, and there are many old people who believe in him]

[Am I the only one who cares about Boss Zhuge... I think Boss Zhuge is not the kind of person who follows the rules (covering his face)]

In the end, everyone expressed their position, and only one person was still standing outside the circle.

The black-haired man was as thin as a bamboo, with his arms folded, and his eyes were as deep as a cold pond.

While the Son of God was giving a passionate speech, he stood by the wall and looked at the schedule. After Messiah finished speaking, he did not even glance at the people who had formed an alliance over there, and turned around and left, leaving behind a cold and arrogant back.

Zong Jiu glanced through the gap in the crowd and confirmed that the direction was the stairs.

After the back disappeared into the darkness, someone whispered, "My God, that person has a strong aura."

"We all chose to form an alliance, why is he the only one who doesn't fit in?"

Everyone was still in shock, "Didn't the main system say that someone got a different identity card? Do you think it will happen..."

Messiah frowned, "That's No. 3 Zhuge An, who is extremely intelligent and powerful. It's understandable that he chose to act alone. When everything is still undecided, don't attach unnecessary suspicion to others. Survivors should be united. Just think about this kind of words in your heart, there's no need to say it out loud to hurt the harmony."

How dare the newcomer refute, just nod like a chicken pecking at rice, for fear that the thigh will be dissatisfied with him.

Seeing the newcomer's sincere attitude, Messiah skipped the topic and said, "Okay, now that we have reached a consensus, let's quickly discuss the follow-up arrangements."

"If you feel very sleepy now, or if you just induced vomiting and failed to spit out the pills, please stand to my right; if you are not sleepy, did not take the medicine or spit out the medicine, please stand to my left."

The blond saint organized the trainees in the restaurant in an orderly manner. After everyone stood up, he spoke to the right, "The composition of the medicine is unknown, but judging from the symptoms of drowsiness after taking the medicine, it should be a common psychiatric drug such as a tranquilizer and an antidepressant. But you have shown effects in such a short time, which means that the dosage is large... If you choose to continue collecting information, you may fall down in the middle of the process."

"My advice to you is not to make unnecessary struggles. It is better to go back to the dormitory to rest early and save your energy."

After hearing this analysis, the trainees who took the medicine showed fear in their eyes.

"But, but——"

Sleep?

Not to mention the old people, even the newcomers know that sleeping soundly in a horror copy is tantamount to seeking death.

What's more, they are all single wards, and it is impossible to predict what will happen. Thinking of the gloomy and cramped environment in the dormitory on the first floor, no trainee dared to take the lead even if they were sleepy.

"Don't be afraid." Messiah gave them a comforting look, "Everyone can be divided into two groups and sleep in the same dormitory."

"This shouldn't be in compliance with the regulations, right?" Someone was worried.

The Son of God smiled: "Why not? The regulations listed by the head nurse don't say that multiple people are not allowed to share a dormitory. Besides, it's only eight o'clock now, and the schedule shows that the ward rounds are at eleven o'clock. If you go to bed now, you will definitely fall into a deep sleep due to the effect of the medicine when the ward rounds come. Even if the nurses bring the caregivers with them, it's impossible to wake you up one by one and let you go back to your dormitories, right?"

Not to mention the survivors, even the barrage was stunned.

[Fuck, this method is really amazing. If you follow this method, at least the first night should be spent safely. I didn't think of it before! ]

[Really amazing... It's worthy of being the seventh-ranked S-level. Only at this time can you realize the gap between the big guys and us mortals]

[What the above said is too true. No wonder people say that top survivors are well-rounded in morals, intelligence and physique. I really couldn't feel this difference before I started live streaming. Now I know after watching live streaming that all kinds of qualities are important in dungeons.]

[The most rare thing is that the Son of God likes to think from the perspective of the group. If I were an ordinary person... I think if I had the strength of the Son of God, my first reaction would definitely be like Zhuge, to be a lone wolf.]

Although there is no such thing as strength in numbers in horror dungeons, everyone still understands the truth that the death rate of being alone is 90%. With so many people in one dormitory, the risk and probability of accidents are greatly reduced, which is indeed the best policy.

Since Messiah has come up with a method that convinces everyone, the trainees who took the medicine were divided into two groups on the spot, and went downstairs in groups to sleep.

Sheng Yu, who failed another round of vomiting, drooped his ears, waved to Zong Jiu, and followed the large group downstairs.

There were originally a large group of people, but now there are less than ten people left. In addition to Messiah, who was an S-level, there were also several A-level and B-level players who had the medicine stuck in their throats and pulled it out. There was not even a C-level player.

In this case, Zong Jiu, who was wearing a blue E-level sign, was particularly eye-catching.

"We are all old people, so I don't think there is much to say. Then I will make it short."

After the newcomers left, Messiah's face became much more serious, "There is a library and a reading room on this floor. Let's go in groups to collect information."

"Although it is a survival copy, the main system cannot give no prompts at all. It is related to survival. Everyone must be careful and don't miss any information."

Everyone nodded, and the blond saint turned his eyes to Zong Jiu who was standing aside, "This little brother, please be in a group with me, so that I can take care of you."

Zong Jiu nodded indifferently. He reacted mediocrely to the news that he was about to form a partner with an S-level player.

He had read some of the original text and knew that there was something different between Messiah and what he said.

Infinite loop does have an iron rule that survivors cannot kill each other, but if they die "accidentally", there is nothing to do.

It is true that ghosts are scary. But human hearts are scarier than ghosts.

Besides, only 100 people can survive in the end. The competition system of the horror trainee shows that everyone except oneself is a competitor. In the later stage of the program, killing each other can be said to be a foregone conclusion.

It’s just that the horror trainee competition has just begun, and the survivors who are used to teamwork have not been able to change the mindset that humans are all the same so quickly. So it’s normal that everyone can’t change their minds for a while.

Messiah didn’t say it, but it can’t be considered as deliberately concealing it. Some old people realized it, but they still chose to work in a team and didn’t say anything. After all, if this news is said clearly, it will only make people’s hearts, which are already floating, more anxious and uneasy. Not saying it may not be a bad thing.

While thinking, Zong Jiu walked in the corridor on the first floor with the trainees who didn’t take medicine.

The lights in this corridor are much brighter than those on the underground first floor. The walls on both sides have obviously been renovated, and even the dirt and moss hidden in the corners are rare.

After finishing the meal, the time of death of the original owner in the original text was one step closer.

Zong Jiu couldn't pinpoint the original owner's death to a few minutes and seconds, but he remembered the process clearly.

The plot was generally consistent. The original text was also about the cooperation proposed by the Holy Son, dividing the trainees into two teams: exploration and sleeping. It was just that the original owner followed the sleeping team downstairs, and when he was moving the quilt, he felt the urge to urinate, so he asked a newcomer to go to the toilet together, and then achieved the perfect first kill achievement.

It was very simple to avoid the original owner's death, just don't go to the toilet on the negative first floor during this period of time.

After thinking about it, Zong Jiu focused his attention on the work in front of him.

They stood in the reading room. There were a lot of old newspapers piled up here, which was very troublesome to read.

Although it was hard, it was not completely fruitless.

Soon, the trainees in the reading room found several special reports.

The old newspaper mentioned very obscurely that the original site of this mental hospital was a military base decades ago. Later, a very terrible incident occurred during the war and it was abandoned. It was once uninhabited because it was haunted. Unexpectedly, it was bought by an unknown businessman decades later, and it was simply repainted and transformed into the current mental hospital, which is open to the public.

All the old people breathed a sigh of relief.

Originally, they were all frightened by the words of the Messiah and were very motivated. Fortunately, it is not too difficult to obtain information about this copy.

According to the routine of horror movies, the old things decades ago are probably the source of this copy. Although the tasks issued by the main system did not require them to figure out the cause of the horror, if they want to survive, most of the secrets are still closely related to the source. If they are lucky enough to figure out what happened at the beginning, they can even avoid harm and live safely for three days.

But is it really that simple?

Zong Jiu touched his chin and suddenly heard the gentle voice of the Son of God beside him.

"Excuse me, is your hand...?"

The white-haired young man is beautiful in every way, and he is undoubtedly a nearly perfect existence.

In this perfect contrast, the little flaw is extremely conspicuous.

Messiah also noticed the abnormal stiffness of Zong Jiu's hands when he lowered his head to read the newspaper.

Or rather, the person involved deliberately let him notice it.

Zong Jiu's back paused, "Yes."

He did not try to cover up the problem with his hand, but instead exerted force and pulled out the newspaper with some effort, "It's a comminuted fracture."

[Fuck, no wonder I felt that his hand posture was a bit awkward before, it turned out to be a comminuted fracture! ]

[Oh my God... If the hand is a comminuted fracture, even if the recovery momentum is good after the needle is inserted, it will definitely leave sequelae, which will definitely affect daily life]

[This also depends on the severity, the same is true for comminuted fractures. If it is too serious, the hand is basically useless. If it is a simple fracture, it can still be restored to normal as long as it is well rested]

[What, someone upstairs actually saw it, I didn't notice it at all, cat dementia.jpg]

"I'm sorry." The Son of Heaven looked stunned and hesitated for a moment, "Mind if I can take a look?"

The white-haired young man handed over his hand.

The next moment, a ball of light golden light appeared on the fingertips of the golden-haired saint, but it disappeared in a moment, and it was warm.

Zong Jiu guessed that this should be the special prop mentioned in the original text.

In other words, it is the key to making Messiah No. 7, being admired by thousands of people, and being given the title of the saint.

"Sorry... I can't do anything about this."

Messiah shook his head, his blue eyes fell on the slender and beautiful hands in front of him, and comforted him: "Although the infinite loop is not a good place. But I have to admit that many miracles can be created here."

"You mean... my hand has the possibility of recovery?"

"Yes." Messiah said patiently, "As long as there are enough survival points, the main system will be very happy to treat you. Once I was pierced in half of my heart in a copy, it only took three seconds for the main system to recover as before, and I was alive and kicking."

The original text only described that committing suicide can increase the score, but did not mention how to obtain survival points.

"Then how to obtain survival points?" Zong Jiu asked.

"In theory, the higher the score, the more survival points you get when you settle the account. Of course, if you can complete additional special tasks, the survival points will also increase." The blond saint pondered, "This should also be universal in the rules of horror trainees."

If you want a high score, just do the dangerous challenge.

But if you think about it from another perspective, since you can increase your score and get a large amount of survival points, it seems normal.

Zong Jiu's eyes flashed.

If you want to quickly restore the flexibility of your fingers, you must pay some price. You can't get a tiger cub without risking it, which is always a universal truth.

Since there is a way in front of him, it is naturally-

Zong Jiu picked up the ballpoint pen beside him.

Hearing the sound of putting down the newspaper, Messiah looked up in confusion, "Where are you going?"

The white-haired young man waved his hand without looking back, "I'm going to the toilet, I'll be back soon."

"I'll go with you. It's not a good decision to be alone now." The blond saint frowned in disapproval.

"It's better not to bother you, senior."

A clear voice came from the distance in the dim corridor.

"I don't have the habit of peeing with others."