Chapter 331 There Is a Phoenix Next to the Sleeping Dragon

A loud bang echoed throughout the room.

There was a lot of movement.

But the effect is very satisfying.

Perhaps those iron pipes were not hard enough, so when the bedside table was hit, a hole was easily made.

Zheng Xun looked at the position of the pit and threw it again.

Logically speaking, there shouldn't be such a big noise in the dungeon.

But as long as you are confident enough, you can try it twice.

After the second smash, it was almost enough for one person to get out.

Zheng Xun pushed the bed back and broke it manually.

Then he slid the lock of the window upwards and got out of it.

The corridor is dark.

There was an unusual smell mixed in the darkness.

Zheng Xun looked around, and through the bright sign at the end of the corridor, he recognized that this was the third floor.

It's not much different from the Seventh Hospital in my memory. The third floor was in the previous time and is also an open area.

There are wards on the left and right sides, and there is a duty room further away. The sign on the duty room lights up in red. I don’t know if this means there is someone on duty or no one on duty.

Perhaps it would be better to have no one on duty.

Zheng Xun thought about it and decided that the most important thing was to find a convenient weapon first.

He left the room in a hurry, and the bed and bedside table were both inconvenient, so he only took the lamp with him.

He went to the right first.

The ward on the right is relatively close to him, with a door and a window, similar structure.

Zheng Xun was about to pass by and opened the door to take a look.

Bang——

A loud noise made his scalp numb. Zheng Xun immediately turned his head and raised the lamp in his hand.

The sound also came from the window.

...It’s not what he thinks, right?

Sure enough, the next second, the long and narrow window was opened, and a head poked out from inside.

"Hi, Red Warrior."

Zhao Ran leaned out most of his body and waved enthusiastically to Zheng Xun.

"..."

Sure enough, there was a phoenix chick next to Wolong.

He thought he had broken the window by smashing it, but he didn't expect that there was someone who shared the same idea with him.

Two slippers were thrown out.

"Help me, Red Warrior! I can't get out!"

Zhao Ran's flexibility is a bit worse than Zheng Xun's, but he is taller.

Finally, Zheng Xun grabbed his arm and pulled him out like an onion.

Zhao Ran said "Ouch" twice and rubbed his waist.

Zheng Xun never expected that there was someone in the ward next to him.

And it's none other than Unicron.

Zhao Ran didn't seem too surprised by Zheng Xun's appearance.

But he couldn't understand the situation at all.

"Why are the lights turned off in the hospital? No one is there? Could it be..."

"?"

"Could it be... closed down?!"

"..."

Zhao Ran was frightened to himself.

"Don't close down. I spent so much of my salary to live here."

"?You spend so much money to live here?"

"Isn't this nonsense? Sickness needs to be treated."

"..."

Zhao Ran's confident tone left Zheng Xun speechless.

When he thought Zhao Ran was mentally abnormal, he always acted like a normal person.

When he thought Zhao Ran was normal, he acted like he was really seriously ill.

"This is the Seventh Hospital."

Zheng Xun took a deep breath and explained to him.

"A copy of the White Tower. I don't know how difficult it is this time. Last time it was S."

"S-level? Is it so difficult?" Zhao Ran took Zheng Xun's arm, "How about we go back to the ward. It's much easier to be a madman."

This retreat was timely.

"What you said makes sense," Zheng Xun nodded in agreement, "But it's almost six o'clock now."

"Dinner at six o'clock?"

"……no."

Zheng Xun's eyes became calm. When he entered the dungeon, he was completely different from his usual lazy look.

"Someone wants to 'serve dinner'."

What he said was so scary that Zhao Ran couldn't help but hold his breath.

Before suffocating himself to death, he secretly approached Zheng Xun and asked in a low voice.

"...Who secretly turned on the small stove?"

"…………"

Zheng Xun took another breath.

To be honest, few people could make him take two breaths in a row.

Deputy Zhao has some skills.

As for why he was suddenly transferred from a mental hospital where he was living well to another mental hospital, Zhao Ran accepted it well and quickly adapted to it.

Maybe in his eyes, they are all mental hospitals and there is not much difference.

"This is a copy...then why hasn't the boss come out yet?"

He grabbed the small sill under the window with both hands and lifted his body up so that he could see the clock in the room more easily.

18:01.

"It's past six o'clock."

"Um?"

Zheng Xun thought the boss would show up at six o'clock.

But now, the corridor is empty, it's still just the two of them.

Strange... Could it be that he guessed wrong?

"Maybe the boss is late."

Zhao Ran jumped down from above again, patted the dirt on his palms, and spoke casually.

...Can this be late?

Zhao Ran seemed to think it didn't matter, and then glanced at the lamp in Zheng Xun's hand.

"Is this for lighting?"

"arms."

"It doesn't look very lethal."

"I want to take the bedside table, but it's not convenient to carry. That one is very lethal."

"You're right," Zhao Ran nodded, took out his flashlight from his trouser pocket, and opened it, "Then I'll go get the bedside table!"

"Wait--"

Zheng Xun grabbed the back of his hospital gown and made Deputy Captain Zhao jog in vain.

"What bedside table are you taking!"

"One of us must take the bedside table!" Still stubborn.

"Have you ever thought that we can have other choices!"

"If you don't take it for free, you're a fool."

"It's not a question of being stupid or not!"

Zheng Xun changed from two hands to one hand, grabbing the back of Deputy Captain Zhao's clothes.

"Look, there's a storage room over there."

He had good eyesight and found at a glance that there was a wooden stick similar to a mop that fell on the ground in the room next to Zhao Ran.

When he heard about the stick, Zhao Ran stopped thinking about moving the bedside table.

No man can refuse a perfect stick.

They came to the storage room, which was not locked and was open.

The light of two flashlights flickered inside.

It was very narrow, and there was nothing special except some cleaning tools.

There happened to be two mops, one for each of them.

This kind of mop is a wooden stick with a circle of mop strips under it, which is relatively easy to disassemble. Zheng Xun and Zhao Ran were talking in a low voice while disassembling it.

"What clues are there in your ward?" Zheng Xun asked.

"Medical record book, sticky notes, clock, that's it."

"Almost. What's written in the medical record book?"

"Paranoia, thinking that I am a washing machine."

"... What?"

"Washing machine."

"..."

Well, in comparison, his dinosaur is more acceptable.

The washing machine and the dinosaur each organized their sticks and prepared to leave the storage room.

Zheng Xun weighed the wooden stick twice with his hand, not very satisfied.

"It's too light, it may not knock out a person, let alone a monster."

He said casually, and suddenly felt a gust of wind coming from behind his left ear!