I am a cat, I am a heartthrob in an escape game

"Mr. Chung, look here."

Mr. Chung raised his head from the booklet and looked in the direction Zhang Quanrui pointed.

On the side of the medicine rack near the window, on the concrete wall where most of the skin has peeled off, there is a small piece of blurred handwriting, as if printed with blood.

Chung Jun looked back and found that Gu Yan still had his pair of sabers lying under him.

In the berserk state, Gu Yan's consciousness was not clear yet, so he didn't put the dual knives back into the inventory. It's just that even if other players took the opportunity to steal the dual knives, all weapons of A-level and above would recognize their owners very much and would only The ownership changes with the movement of the inventory, so the behavior of [stealing] can't be counted except for the player's original personal skills.

Chung Jun stepped forward, knelt down and picked up one of the crescent knives.

Under the moonlight, the blade glowed with a bright silver cold light, and diamond-shaped golden patterns were reflected on it.

Through Lingtong's identification, it should be an A-level weapon. It sensed touches other than Gu Yan's. It trembled violently in Chung Jun's hand. Dragon stick reacted exactly the same.

With a wave of Chung Jun’s hand, he lifted up a corner of the incomplete wallpaper with the back of the crescent knife, then lifted the back of the knife upwards, and the tip of the knife drew an oblique arc on the wall, removing the remaining gray on the wall. The wallpaper has been chopped off.

When the entire wall was completely exposed in front of their eyes, the two people's eyes widened at the same time.

There were bloody handprints on almost the entire wall, and words that seemed to be written on the wall with blood. I don't know how long it has passed, and the blood stains on the whole surface look especially black under the moonlight.

[It's not that I want to stay awake, it's the "exciting current" released by the detector!It keeps me from getting sick all the time. When I was in Fibroid City, I would feel sleepy when the sun went down, but when I came here, I never got sick again]

[Although I used to always fantasize about being able to be accepted again by this city after I got out of the "fainting disorder", but now, I am so excited that I go crazy every day. Whenever I want to lie down and take a good rest, the " Current" will remind me:]

【can not sleep! 】

【You can't sleep!You are not qualified to sleep! 】

[So, I haven't slept until now, I'm terrified and terrified!I saw with my own eyes that they continuously brought out some stretchers covered with white cloths from the consulting room. They said that they were experimental subjects who died to test new drugs, but I knew that they couldn't hide it from me, they were just hiding everything!Those are clearly their new patients in the nursing home! 】

[For them, as long as we no longer fall into a "fainting" state, we can be judged as "healed", and those who persist longer will have a deeper degree of alienation, and in the end they can only completely become the bottom of the sanatorium without seeing the sun monster! 】

【And tomorrow, I will follow in the footsteps of those patients】

Zhang Quanrui also quickly scanned the content on the wall. At first, he was shocked by the accusations on the entire wall, and then he turned into deep grief and indignation at the helplessness of this hoarse but humble protest.

Chung Jundao: "According to the blood book, it turns out that [healing] refers to [no longer falling into a coma], that is, no longer falling asleep."

Zhang Quanrui clenched his fists, "The thing that was fixed on our chest when we were admitted to the hospital was not a detector at all, but a device used to release [excited current] to increase our [cure] probability! In this nursing home , maybe there is no new medicine at all, and [fainting syndrome] cannot be cured at all!"

"This pharmacy should have been one of the consulting rooms for receiving patients a year ago. It seems that [fainting disease] is also determined by certain genetics. The more patients with [fainting disease] who die in the nursing home, the more patients will be selected in the fibroid city. Fewer new patients will come up, if this continues, at least 20 years," Chung Jun said coldly, "[fainting] will never be seen again in Fibroid City."

You can call them cruel, but they dare not easily use violent means, directly completely remodel the Fibroid City, divide it into a new city, and instantly bloodbath all the families suffering from [fainting syndrome].

You say they are kind, and they set up a place called [Sleep Sanatorium] to buy people's hearts indirectly, and cut off the children and grandchildren of those [Sleep People] who hinder the industrial development of the city.

In the silent pharmacy, it seemed as if one could hear the mournful sighs of the patients facing death.

They don't even expect to be able to survive.

"It hurts so much." Zhang Quanrui suddenly covered his chest where his heart was, and sat down leaning on the edge of the wall.

Chung Jun grabbed Gu Yan's wrist and glanced at his wrist watch.

Twelve midnight.

It is time for most patients to fall asleep.

The "heart rate detector" at the heart began to function, continuously releasing [excited current], ensuring that the patient could not fall asleep for a long time, so that the mentality was distorted and the nerves collapsed.

Chung Jun's situation is not much better than that of Zhang Quanrui.

The detector seemed to take into account that he had used the sedative in the emergency room before, and specially increased the current index tonight. Mr. Chung felt as if his heart had been gouged out, and the stinging pain like a needle prick swept over him. His whole body was so painful that the tip of his nose was sweating.

The two rested half-lying on the medicine rack, and stopped talking.

The whole pharmacy echoed with Gu Yanping's snoring and the two of them gasping for pain.

"Mr. Chung, thanks to you, Qiwei and I have returned to the team safely."

While tossing and turning unbearably, a slightly tired female voice reached Mr. Chung through the walkie-talkie.

Qiu Die threw the jacket of the motorcycle suit on the mecha chariot behind her, leaned on the hot metal shell of the chariot, looked down at the solemn wind and sand blowing from the desert on the top of the mountain, and bypassed the wind-eroded ruins under her feet , slapping her pant legs like a wave.

Qi Wei squatted beside the chariot, holding a blood recovery potion in his mouth, swung the hammer in his hand, and smashed it on the crushed and deformed shell of the locomotive, making a crisp buzzing sound.

Mr. Chung took a deep breath, sat up slightly, and replied, "Congratulations, Captain Qiu."

Qiu Die was helpless, "How is the situation on your side? It can't be worse than me, right?"

Located on the endless desert in the Middle East, he was chased by a group of down-and-out robbers, and escaped to return to the team.

Mr. Chung smiled and shook his head, as if mocking himself, "Barely, but I used your personal skills once before, I don't know if it caused you any trouble."

The inventory and panels of the two are still merged together. Logically speaking, they can see the status of each other's blood bars, but at this moment they are still talking and consoling, as if only the other party's own words can make them feel at ease .

At least Qiudie thought so.

"I just said that when I wanted to open the panel, I found that my skill panel was grayed out. It turned out that you were using it, so I didn't have permission to access it," Qiudie complained pretending to be dissatisfied, " It's okay, just tell me first next time."

Chun Jun wanted to reply to her, "Don't pretend, I know you don't mind", when the electric current increased by one level, he unconsciously took a breath.

Qiu Die was startled by his heavy breathing, and hurriedly asked, "Are you injured? Have you taken any recovery medicine?"

Mr. Chung: "In the dungeon here, the potion column is locked and cannot be used."

Qiudie was taken aback, and unconsciously clenched the window edge of the mecha.

"Then aren't you in pain?"

Chung Jun raised his head, just in time to meet the faint moonlight projected from the window.

"It was like a kitten was scratching my heart."

Qiu Die didn't understand what he said, thinking that he was answering irrelevant questions.

Mr. Chung didn't speak any more.

The last time the two of them maintained this tacit silence was in Huarong Road.

At that time, at least they were still in the same place, instead of you running towards your rising sun, but in front of me was a crescent moon and a wall full of blood.

At this time, a stone flew straight at Chung Jun's forehead.

Chung Jun's spiritual pupil flashed, and he tilted his head slightly, avoiding the surprise attack.

Opposite is Zhang Quanrui's stinky face.

"How presumptuous you are."

Zhang Quanrui curled his lips and said, "I can continue to pretend that I didn't see anything, but my ears say that I heard everything."

Here we come, today's second update!

Today's dinner is refreshing cold noodles!Turn on the air conditioner!