9. Chapter 9

In the infinite loop, the S-level copy is recognized as the most difficult copy.

Nowadays, almost all the S-level and A-level trainees divided by the main system have successfully experienced an S-level copy, and they are strong people who compete in this cruel environment of the "survival of the fittest" forest law.

Due to the high mortality rate, the S-level copy only appears once a year. And it cannot be opened by a single team, and must be participated by three fully equipped top teams together.

Even so, it is still very difficult to survive in the S-level copy, and it is common for three teams to be wiped out together.

But there is no doubt that if you can survive, it will be no less than reborn and reborn. What's more, it is not impossible to directly join the ranks of top strong people.

Each level of copy will produce props corresponding to each level. S-level props are special existences produced in S-level copies.

But props are not available in every S-level copy, and some copies will also be expressed in other forms. For example, the most precious thing in the "Dark Night Abyss" dungeon is the path from human to half-vampire, and the "Watching the Falling Yin" dungeon is the enlightenment of the top-level Yin-Yang Eyes. But in the final analysis, these special forms are also equal to the existence of S-level props.

Not every survivor who survives from the S-level dungeon can get a chance. Usually, such a chosen one may appear every three years, and this is still based on the situation that there is no group wipeout.

After so many levels, among all the horror trainees, only nine people now have S-level props, and almost half of these nine people are S-level, so you can imagine how powerful they are.

Not to mention the old man, all the live broadcast rooms watching in the mental hospital venue were also blown up.

The survivors who have the ability to be selected as horror trainees have already been selected, and those who are left are all rookies who have never seen the world. Now seeing this scene, the reaction is even greater than that of the trainees.

[Damn it, what did I see, my God]

[Fuck! ! ! S-level props, damn!!! 】

[This is the first time I have seen an S-level prop in my lifetime. Oh my god, my grandparents, my fellow villagers, this dungeon is really a treasure! 】

[Wow, this may be the first time I have been so close to an S-level prop. I must take a screenshot as a souvenir]

[I am in tears. Thank the main system for fulfilling my only wish of dying before the dungeon 555555]

In addition to these comments, some viewers also keenly noticed the unusualness.

[Wait, that's not right. Isn't this an ordinary and ordinary personal show dungeon? How could there be an S-level prop? ? ? 】

[Wow, the person above really woke me up. If there are S-level props here, wouldn't it be... (horrified face.jpg)]

[This dungeon doesn't look like an S-level dungeon. Compared to those S-level dungeons that are always plagued by natural disasters and zombie sieges, the mental hospital can only be regarded as a light meal. It doesn't feel cruel at all]

[Indeed, I don't feel the horror of this venue... I don't know how many newbies in the next-door chicken venue were wiped out, but only one died here. You tell me this is an S-level hell mode? Unbelievable]

......

The barrage of comments was talking.

Among the thousands of individual show venues, this one is the most interesting.

This mental hospital dungeon not only has random insider tasks that no other individual show has, but also has an S-level prop. What's more, in one dungeon, two S-level bosses can come, which is incomparable to other chicken venues that don't even have the highest level A-level. It is full of highlights.

Thinking about it this way, the two big guys meeting in a dungeon seemed to indicate that the difficulty of this personal show dungeon would definitely not be low. S-level is entirely possible.

For a while, the barrage called friends one after another. As long as they were trainees in the mental hospital dungeon, a large number of people flocked to the live broadcast room.

Outside the barrage, the trainees in the operating room were anxious.

They stared at the worn-out iron box on the operating table with fanatical eyes.

That's an S-level prop! S-level!

If you can get this S-level prop, not only will you have a powerful way to save your life, but your evaluation in the main system will also be greatly improved.

You know, the main system made it very clear when announcing the rules. Trainees with high levels can enjoy countless preferential treatments and privileges, and can even know the clues and content of the next game in advance.

Who wouldn't want it?

Someone took action without saying a word.

A trainee at the command level stepped forward, and the other one was not to be outdone and reached out to grab it. The people standing behind saw that there was no hope, so they just rushed forward.

The special items in the copy will recognize their owner, and whoever gets it first will be bound to him.

However, the next second, a wooden stick suddenly stretched out from the side and accurately blocked the iron box.

The blond saint frowned, "Wait."

Everyone stared at the golden light on the high priest's staff and stopped with an unclear look.

If you offend a holy son and get an S-level item, normal people will choose the latter. But Messiah used an S-level item. For a while, no one could break through his defense and could only stare at each other.

Zhuge An saw this scene as soon as he entered the operating room.

He raised his eyebrows with interest, and it seemed that he had no intention of intervening.

"Everyone, please be patient for a while."

After suppressing everyone, Messiah said helplessly, "Look carefully, this halo is white."

The trainees were startled and looked closely.

Sure enough, behind the small "s", there was indeed a clear paleness. It was just because of the confusing light of the warm yellow light projected from the top of the operating table that they did not notice this at the first time.

Everyone was stunned and stopped awkwardly.

Props are rare, and the copy will also give corresponding prompts. For example, when you are close to a certain range of the prop, something will be displayed on the retina. If the display is gold, it is the prop itself. If it is white, it means that it is just a clue, not the real thing.

By the way, the higher the level of the special prop, the more clues there are, and the harder it is to find.

Messiah: "Just calm down, don't let this prop hurt everyone's harmony."

The blond saint moved the wooden stick a few inches underground and pushed the iron box open with force.

"Since it is a clue, according to the rules, we should share it together."

The rusty lid was pushed aside with a "clang--" sound, revealing the true appearance inside.

Everyone held their breath.

Unexpectedly, the box was empty, with nothing in it.

Just as everyone wanted to get closer and study the clues of this S-level prop, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the iron door.

The burly nurses came in carrying a person in a hospital gown and tied him tightly to the wooden operating table with a belt.

The poor man who was tied up was pale, with a towel stuffed in his mouth. He could only helplessly use his eyes to express his signal for help.

"Isn't this the person who was locked up last night?"

The trainees whispered.

Because the nurses did not leave, no one dared to act rashly.

Just as everyone was exchanging glances, someone came in again outside the iron gate.

The person was wearing a white coat and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face. He looked at the scene in the operating room with interest.

This should be the "Dr. Chu" mentioned by the head nurse.

I don't know why, although this doctor looks very ordinary, he gives people an illusion of danger and charm.

It's like walking on a tightrope, a collection of contradictions and sharpness.

Zong Jiu frowned.

He could feel that the other person's gaze seemed to stay on him for a particularly long time.

Zhuge An, who had been leaning against the wall and had nothing to do with it, restrained his previous laziness and became more serious.

"Ah, it seems that all the patients are here."

The doctor's mouth was hung with an unsettling arc, and he casually glanced at everyone present, and finally set his sights on the simple operating table in the center.

Sensing his gaze, the newcomer tied to the operating table became more and more terrified and struggled wildly.

"Sir, do you need to calm him down?"

The nurse who had always been silent spoke.

"No."

Doctor Chu smiled and said, "Tranquilizers will make life lose its vitality. Only pain can make people sober, which is more conducive to the treatment of mental illness, isn't it?"

The nurses nodded.

He turned around with satisfaction, casually pulled out the white gloves placed on the operating table, put them on slowly, and walked to the display cabinet.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The man bent his fingers and knocked three times on the dirty brown glass cabinet.

The shrunken head moved.

The pale eyeballs slowly turned over and moved like a living person, revealing the horror of slow motion in horror movies.

A slight "hissing" sounded in the quiet air.

A very thin black snake swam out of the open mouth of the head, spitting out scarlet snake tongue, and obediently crawled to the big hand with distinct joints outside, rubbing it like a flatterer.

The cold reptile coiled on the blue blood vessels, with an inexplicable beauty.

It turned out that the strange movement of the head's eyeballs they saw before was because there was a venomous snake hidden inside!

This chilling scene made people's hair stand on end.

The doctor touched the black snake's triangular head and then put his hand on the light of the operating table.

"I don't like to be disturbed when I'm doing surgery. If someone disturbs me... you know what to do."

The black snake climbed down from his hand as if it could really understand human words, and hung itself upside down on the light tube, with its upper body bent in the air, showing an attacking posture.

"So good."

Dr. Chu smiled and praised, and took the wooden box handed over by the nurse.

"Our hospital enjoys a high reputation in psychiatric treatment, with a long history and rich clinical experience. The following simple and convenient operation will release the devil in your mind and make you become normal again..."

[Damn, although this doctor looks very perverted, his voice is actually quite nice? ? ]

[Go back upstairs, it turns out that I am not the same person...]

[It's too real, I was just wondering, how can such a nice voice be matched with such an ordinary appearance]

[According to the various high-level dungeon commentary videos I have watched, I suspect this is a boss]

[Am I the only one who is still thinking about the clue of the S-level prop just now? That is an S-level prop! ]

I don't know if it was too quiet in the operating room, or the long ice cone pulled out of the wooden box was too scary. Halfway through the explanation, Dr. Chu stopped talking in boredom.

"Forget it, you are all patients, and you probably don't understand what I'm saying."

He shrugged, "But it doesn't matter, you don't need to understand, just remember this scene."

The trainee tied to the operating table began to tremble. Seeing this, the nurse next to him simply used the largest leather to fix his entire body firmly on the operating table, and he could no longer move at all.

Messiah shook his head at everyone without leaving a trace, pointing to the lighting and the nurse next to him.

Those huge nurses also stood firmly by. On the lamp, the black snake whose venom was enough to kill everyone in the operating room with a drop of venom was staring straight in the direction of the trainees. There was no suspense, if they chose to interfere, it would launch a fatal blow.

Dr. Chu ignored the patient's little movements, and he looked at the newcomer on the operating table with eyes like looking at a disobedient child, full of tolerance.

"Soon, the devil in your body will be driven out."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lifted the patient's eyelids, and the slender ice cone in his hand pierced into the newcomer's upper eye socket without hesitation.

The ice cone exuded a chilling cold and played a role in stopping bleeding. Although it pierced into the eye socket, only a little negligible blood oozed out.

"Hehe."

The newcomer was tied to the operating table and could not move at all. He could only bite the towel oozing blood from his mouth.

No one gave him anesthetics. The sweat on his face and the tears rushing out of his eye sockets were enough to show what kind of terrible pain this was.

The hand holding the ice cone was very steady. Not only did it not stop, but it pushed the ice cone steadily and slowly deeper.

Eye sockets, eye sockets, scalp... Finally, the end of this journey was pierced-

The gray matter and white matter in the frontal lobe of the brain.

When the ice cone was halfway in, Dr. Chu used a ruler to compare the distance of penetration, then nodded with satisfaction and stopped pushing forward.

"It's perfect." He admired his masterpiece with satisfaction.

The newcomer on the operating table had already fainted due to the severe pain.

His eyelids were propped open by the ice cone. Even if the doctor let go, the ice cone could stand firmly on his head, like a budding flower on a vase on a display stand.

There was a complete silence all around.

All the trainees were shocked by this cruel scene.

"Don't look at him with that kind of eyes. This is a genius invention that won the Nobel Prize in Medicine, my friends."

Dr. Chu smiled, "As long as you go through the treatment, your disease will be completely cured, and there is no possibility of recurrence."

He put his hand on the ice cone again and slowly began to circle in the air.

A tooth-grinding friction sound rang out in the silent room.

Thinking of the length of the ice pick that was enough to penetrate the brain, everyone looked at the doctor in the white coat in horror.

The person on the operating table had clearly fainted, but the sweat on his face was getting more and more, and his muscles showed instinctive reactions under the erosion of incomparable pain.

Zong Jiu stood aside, his eyelids moved slightly.

Ice pick frontal lobe resection. The operation that won the Nobel Prize in Medicine in 1949 is also the biggest black history in the history of the Nobel Prize.

This operation is very simple, and it can be performed with just an ice pick, an ice hammer and a hammer. The implementation method is to poke the ice pick into the patient's upper eye socket, and then stir the ice pick with bare hands to crush the gray and white matter of the frontal lobe of the brain.

The mentally ill patients who underwent this operation did indeed calm down, and seemed to have signs of improvement.

The sequelae of the operation are terrible and frightening. People who have undergone the operation will become dull, like zombies, docile and at the mercy of others. It's like the body is still there, but the soul has disappeared.

Because the frontal lobe of the brain is directly linked to human IQ. If the frontal lobe is smashed, humans will only have instinctive reactions, or even worse.

But such a bad situation is evidence of the cure of mental illness in the eyes of ordinary people.

So it not only won the Nobel Prize, but also was performed in tens of thousands of cases around the world in the early and mid-twentieth century. It was not until 1970 that it was overturned and abolished.

The operation lasted only ten minutes, but it felt like a century had passed.

When Dr. Chu took out the almost melted ice cone and saw the blood and yellow and white brain fragments on it, the trainees watching couldn't help vomiting.

"The operation is over. This is the ultimate treatment method of our hospital."

The doctor threw the ice cone aside, "Of course... This is very consuming of my energy. Unless your condition is very serious and violates too many regulations, we generally prefer to choose electric chair therapy, which is simple and convenient."

"It's still early now, but I can give you a simple examination."

His eyes turned and fell accurately on the young man's straight back.

"No. 12, you go first."

Zong Jiu paused as he stepped out of the operating room.