7. Chapter 7

"Have you heard? An F-level had an accident last night!"

At seven o'clock in the morning, after the nurse unlocked the door outside each ward, all the trainees couldn't wait to get up, and after a quick wash, they gathered in the restaurant, chattering about what happened last night.

Last night, after Zong Jiu sent Sheng Yu back to the ward, he went to the reading room and told Messiah the news that the glasses were missing.

The old people looked at each other, unanimously put down the intelligence collection in their hands, and searched the entire first floor and the underground first floor together.

The first person to die usually brings a lot of information. If the body can be found, it can even be inferred from this The source of the terror.

Survivors who survive in an infinite loop cannot survive without some forensic knowledge.

Strangely, they found the nurse from ten o'clock to eleven o'clock, and searched almost all two floors, but still found nothing.

Finally, at the last moment, they finally found the body of the glasses in the dirty sink of the toilet on the underground first floor.

It's not appropriate to say it's a body.

Because there was only a human head mop made by pounding a wooden stick into the brain hanging in the dirty sink.

Glasses was a man, and he usually had a buzz cut, so his hair naturally didn't grow much. But the end of the mop was wrapped with a thick cloth strip, which not only perfectly covered the head, but also really fixed it, making it a usable mop.

If a trainee hadn't suddenly seen a pair of white eyes in the gap between the cloth strips, I'm afraid no one would have thought that in such a short time, Glasses not only had his head and body separated, but also hung so blatantly under their eyes that they had searched countless times.

Not to mention the people who saw this scene on the spot, the barrage was trembling with fear.

"I heard that the F-class died miserably, and the rest of his body has not been found yet. Those old people who have seen many storms and waves said that such a cruel death is rare."

"Alas... the old people said so, what can we newcomers do? Are we just waiting to die?"

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

He greeted Sheng Yu and scooped a bowl of porridge for himself. He happened to see Messiah coming over with two servings of steamed buns and fried dough sticks.

"Together?"

Zong Jiu nodded, followed the blond saint, and sat at the table in the center.

In addition to him, there were many people sitting at this table. If you look closely, you will find that they are all the old trainees who did not take medicine last night, and their levels are all above B level without exception.

Others were secretly looking at this table in the center, which seemed to be surrounded by stars.

"Tsk, this white-haired guy is really capable. He really got in."

"What good luck, I don't know how much that face played a role in it."

People whispered, "Not to mention the Holy Son, there are also Qin Ye and others, all of whom are big shots. He is an E-level, and he is not afraid of falling to death!"

Although he said it sourly, everyone had to admit that Zong Jiu's face, and at the same time they knew it well.

The core leadership group in this dungeon should be divided.

In the past, big teams entered the dungeon in the same way. The command level commanded, and the others only needed to obey orders. If they got props in the dungeon, the command level also had priority in distribution, and they could also get the majority of survival points when the dungeon was settled.

Not to mention that this E-level and the Holy Son are familiar with each other. If he can get the green eyes of No. 7, his life will be safe and his status will not be worried in the future.

However, the atmosphere at the central table was a bit weird.

Zong Jiu was isolated.

Except for Messiah, the kindhearted man who knew that his hands were inconvenient and helped him get breakfast, everyone else at the table ignored him intentionally or unintentionally.

They were all adults, but they still used such methods like elementary school students.

Zong Jiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

No one paid attention to him, but he was happy and comfortable. He ate slowly while listening to other people exchanging information.

After the death of Glasses, Zong Jiu's plot prophecy no longer existed. In this case, information is particularly important.

Fortunately, compared with other people who were completely in the dark, Zong Jiu already had a full advantage. Not only did he almost lock in the range of candidates for the inner ghost, but he was also getting closer to the source of this copy.

He had to do the dangerous challenges and random tasks. He had to do both and both hands had to be strong. As long as there was a place where survival points could be earned, there would definitely be Zong Jiu's figure, a working man!

Messiah knocked on the table, "You stayed in the library and reading room to check intelligence last night. Did you find anything new?"

It's strange that this mental hospital looks shabby and dirty, but the library is very large.

Could a mental patient like to read books?

"No." The trainee in charge of checking the library shook his head, "The library is full of very functional books, and there is no record of this."

"What about the reading room?" The blond saint turned his eyes to He Jianlan.

"Except for the report we found last night, the other reports are extremely vague. The only clue that can be confirmed is that this mental hospital was a wartime military base many years ago, and a terrible thing happened there."

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

When it comes to what happened last night, everyone is a little silent.

It's not that they are afraid of the way Glasses died. After all, they have been in the infinite loop for so long and have climbed to this level. What kind of tragic death have they not seen?

What really concerns them is the incident that there is no trace to follow.

Sheng Yu fell asleep last night because he took medicine, and the rest was recounted by Zong Jiu.

"I will ask the F-level at the scene later to see if he has missed anything."

Everyone agreed.

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

The blond saint crossed his hands, "One team in the reading room, one team in the library, one team to search the underground first floor, one team to find nurses and NPCs to get information, and one team to go back to the crime scene to investigate. With multiple lines in parallel, we can always find clues."

Qin Ye suddenly said, "There is still one person who hasn't come back."

"Who?"

He said briefly, "Vincent."

The people at the table exchanged shocked looks.

Vincent is A-level, and he is also the second-in-command of the Night Clan team, the right-hand man of No.2, so his strength is naturally not bad. Although he is not as good as the top S-level, he is also one of the survivors who has been famous for a long time in the infinite loop and should not be underestimated.

As we all know, everyone in the Night Clan team has a talent. They have received the first embrace of vampires.

There are all kinds of horror copies in the infinite loop, and there are many about vampires. There is a particularly famous A-level copy called "Dark Castle", which has a way to transform humans into half-vampires.

However, because vampires' blood is highly toxic, humans may die at any time during the transformation process. Few survivors have the courage to choose such a path, because the pain of transformation is no different from suicide.

However, risks and benefits are always proportional. If you can transform into a half-vampire, you can not only greatly enhance your physical fitness, but also get the innate abilities of vampires, and you don't need to look for special props.

Fan Zhuo, who is now ranked No. 2, once received the blood of the prince of the blood clan in an S-level copy "Dark Night Abyss". His own strength has increased exponentially, almost reaching the peak of the "human" category stipulated by the main system, so he can stand below one person and above ten thousand people.

The reason why Qin Ye is sensitive to Vincent is also very simple, because he once received the blessing of a werewolf in a horror copy.

Werewolves and vampires are born enemies. If Vincent appeared in this dungeon, Qin Ye would definitely be the first to know. He received the werewolf blessing and his nose became particularly sensitive.

Qin Ye continued: "As soon as we entered the dungeon yesterday, Lao He and I met up. When we went upstairs, we saw him coming out of the ward next door. But he didn't come to the restaurant. I guess he might want to collect information in advance and act freely directly."

Since Qin Ye said so, everyone would naturally believe it, but this news was too incredible.

"Disappeared for a whole night... Isn't this unlikely?"

Vampires themselves are a terrifying race favored by the dark night, and the same is true for half-vampires.

Not to mention that this mental hospital doesn't even have windows, and the day is like night, and no sunlight can penetrate. Logically speaking, vampires like this environment the most, and they can even get their abilities enhanced.

What's more, Vincent himself is an experienced and sophisticated survivor. Almost no one would believe that he opened the door and gave away a blood.

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

"No."

Messiah said in a deep voice, "There are two places we haven't been to."

The table was silent.

There are indeed two places they haven't been to, one is the locked iron door on the south side of the first floor, and the other is the basement.

The locked iron door on the south side is extremely solid, and the door can't be pushed, so there is no way to explore it.

The other basement has no lights at all. Looking down from the stairwell of the basement ward, it's pitch black, and the corridor is broken as if it hasn't been repaired for decades.

Originally, they planned to go downstairs to find glasses yesterday. Just as they walked to the stairs, a B-level psychic in the team suddenly turned pale and fainted on the ground.

Psychics are a very rare physique, and they also need special copies to trigger them. Although the combat power is not strong, the perception ability is first-class. It is very useful to deal with those unusual things. Generally, large teams will raise one or two.

There is only one psychic in this venue. After confirming that this copy belongs to the supernatural copy, everyone treats him like a giant panda.

After waking up, the psychic showed undisguised fear on his face, and the first sentence he said was——

"Don't... don't go down. You'll die."

It was for this reason that they temporarily avoided the second floor below ground.

Now it seems that if they search all other places and find no clues, the result will be very obvious.

They only have three days, and today is the first day.

According to the law of horror copies, the longer they delay, the more uncontrollable the development of the situation will be.

If they haven't collected more clues by noon, they can only take the initiative to attack.

"The danger of the second floor below ground is beyond imagination, don't act without authorization."

Messiah's expression was solemn, "Wait until all parties gather all clues and intelligence at noon today before voting to decide."

"Let's have breakfast first."

They finished their discussion, and Zong Jiu just finished his meal.

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

Last night, Zong Jiu and several other elderly people slept in Messiah's ward. He took the initiative to move the quilt to sleep in the corner, but he found a string of strange letters in the corner.

pnpso.

This obviously does not constitute a word, but it caught Zong Jiu's attention.

In order to make sure that this string of letters was not accidental, after washing up this morning, Zong Jiu deliberately turned a corner and went to the ward No. 12 that belonged to him yesterday.

Sure enough, on the wall of ward No. 12, which was densely covered with mathematical formulas, the string of characters pnpso also appeared, but it was not very obvious and it was a little difficult to identify.

Zong Jiu went to a few wards at random and found that all wards were without exception.

It is not accidental that it appeared so many times. It is obvious that someone deliberately painted it.

But what do these letters represent?

Zong Jiu had a hunch that he had found a big clue. It was just that due to the lack of some key information, he was blocked outside the door and could not enter.

As for the others?

How could Zong Jiu do such a stupid thing that would only shoot himself in the foot when the main system clearly told him that there was a traitor?

The white-haired young man narrowed his eyes, not caring about the cold attitude of others towards him, but was contented.

Whether they can find this big clue depends on their own ability. If they rely on others' hints, wouldn't they lose the fun of solving puzzles?

As a magician who specializes in bringing surprises and happiness to people, Zong Jiu certainly won't spoil everyone's fun.

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

The head nurse appeared at the door, holding a piece of white paper in her hand, and began to call the roll.

"No. 1 and No. 7, No. 12 and No. 3, No. 5 and No. 9, No. 2 and No. 16..."

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

Soon, after everyone's numbers were read out one by one, the head nurse announced indifferently, "The above is the group list of the ward tonight."

Her face was gloomy, "You were smart last night, but I advise you not to try to take shortcuts again. If there is a situation like last night where many people sleep in a ward, the hospital will directly deal with it as a violation of regulations."

The newcomers' eyes were immediately horrified.

"Then what should we do tonight... Two people in a dormitory, this is too dangerous."

Thanks to the Son of God's strategy, everyone was able to spend a night safely. But now the medical staff are obviously very dissatisfied with their sneaky tricks, and have come up with corresponding countermeasures to directly cut off this retreat.

On the contrary, the trainees at the center table did not express any extra words, and they still lowered their heads to eat their own food.

The old people all know that maybe they can use shortcuts to win a short respite in the early stage, but it is not a long-term solution after all, and it is the same in all horror copies.

That method, which completely exploited the loopholes in the rules, was a blessing if it could last a night. They could never pin their hopes on it.

After announcing this, the head nurse signaled the nurses behind her to report the schedule.

"At eight o'clock, all patients will gather in front of the iron gate on the south side of the first floor."

"Doctor Chu is in a good mood today, and plans to let you observe the process of treating mental patients in our hospital on the spot."

The crowd was in turmoil again.

[I was shocked! There are doctors! ]

[That's right, in such a big mental hospital, how could there be only nurses and caregivers, but no doctors? I was wondering before, my goodness, they were waiting here]

[This on-site treatment sounds bad... No, I have to open a thick barrage to save my life]

The white-haired young man rubbed his stiff fingers and said nothing.

Compared with the on-site observation of treatment, the ward arrangement mentioned by the head nurse earlier made Zong Jiu more concerned.

He was No. 12, and No. 3 happened to be Zhuge An.