deadly round table

Jiang Wenyuan didn't know Zuo Zhixing's occupation. As far as Zuo Zhixing's performance was concerned, even if he wasn't a doctor, he still had enough medical knowledge.However, Zuo Zhixing made it clear that his entry into the game was an accident, and he was excluded. There are basically no doctors in this round of games.

There is no inevitable death in the round table game. There are no doctors among the players. Coupled with the strange way of death of the patient, Jiang Wenyuan can basically conclude that to pass this round of the game, he should not rely on medical skills.

Jiang Wenyuan sorted out his thoughts, and said to Baimei: "We will visit the village head tomorrow morning, and visit the church and cemetery in the afternoon. The focus of the investigation is to collect written materials, and we will meet with the body collector at dusk. You may have to run outside all day, so go to bed early tonight."

Baimei asked puzzledly: "Isn't our setting a doctor? What about those who are sick? Just leave them alone?"

"We don't have the ability to cure diseases." Jiang Wenyuan opened his medicine box, which contained a bottle of holy water with unknown ingredients, a small prayer book, and a knife for bloodletting. "Medieval Western medicine is A mixture of religion and science, prayer and bloodletting are common means. It may be worth a try to use religion to deal with strange teeth, but we don't need to waste time on it, other players have medicine boxes, and there will always be players who try to use medicine boxes To treat patients, we can exchange information with them."

Baimei frowned and thought to herself, Jiang Wenyuan's words reminded her, players each have a medicine box, how could the round table game easily deliver key items to them, she clenched her fists and bent her arms to her chest, as a gesture of encouragement Move to encourage yourself, "I understand, tomorrow we will act according to your plan."

After the two lay down, Baimei tossed and turned a little bit insomnia. She pushed away the pillow of her diaphragm, turned over and looked at Jiang Wenyuan who was sleeping on the other side of the bunk, and asked softly, "Chen Mian, do you have a good relationship with that man?"

Jiang Wenyuan was already a little dazed and about to fall asleep, "Zuo Zhixing? It's okay, he's pretty good."

"But I always think there is something wrong with him." Baimei used her arm instead of a pillow, staring at Jiang Wenyuan's back in the dark, "You have to be careful of him."

Jiang Wenyuan had absolutely no intention of helping Zuo Zhixing keep it a secret, "Don't worry, he's not planning any conspiracy, he's just gay and a bit misogynistic."

Baimei couldn't sleep anymore, she sat up and raised her voice, "Aren't you very dangerous?!"

Jiang Wenyuan turned back to look at her, his eyes were dark, "He knows I have a relationship, so he won't make a move on me. Are you still sleeping?"

"Sleep, sleep, sleep." Baimei didn't dare to speak any more, she covered her head with the quilt, and blocked Jiang Wenyuan's murderous eyes.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Wenyuan felt someone shaking his arm, "Chen Mian, wake up."

Jiang Wenyuan opened his eyes, Baimei's frightened face came into view, his voice was hoarse, "What's wrong?"

Baimei suppressed her voice very softly, "I just got up and wanted to relieve my hand, but I heard some movement outside."

Jiang Wenyuan listened carefully. As Baimei said, there was a creaking sound coming from the corridor on the second floor of the hotel. It was the sound of someone walking on the wooden floor, and there was more than one person. It was in the middle of the night. Could it be that they were accompanied by players? Do you wake up at night?

Jiang Wenyuan came to the door with light movements. The wooden door of their room was old, and there was a crack between two of the door panels. He looked out through the crack, and under the dim candlelight in the corridor, there were three black bars. The figure swayed past their door.

Suddenly, one of them tripped over the uneven floor of the corridor, and stretched out his hand to prop himself up on the door to stabilize his body. His hand was pointed at the crack of the door where Jiang Wenyuan was peeping. His fingers were covered with dense teeth, and Jiang Wenyuan was frightened. Heartbroken.Jiang Wenyuan didn't know where he got such a strong psychological quality, so he kept his original posture without moving, and didn't make any movement.

The three walked past Jiang Wenyuan and Baimei's room, and stopped in the room next to them.The door latch of the hotel was poorly protected, and not long after, Jiang Wenyuan and Baimei heard the sound of the door being pushed open, and the three of them walked into the next room.Although there has been no screams from the next door, and no movement of confrontation, but Jiang Wenyuan and Baimei looked at each other's pale faces, and they were not optimistic.

The two guarded the door silently, and after a while, the three of them came out from the next room and left the hotel with a wag.

Baimei moved her stiff limbs to break the silence, "It will be a while before dawn, let's continue to sleep."

Baimei had made up her mind to save her energy to survive no matter what, Jiang Wenyuan certainly wouldn't object, "Didn't you get up at night to relieve yourself, I'll accompany you back to sleep."

"...Thank you, but my will to survive has overcome my physical needs, so it's okay to wait until dawn." Baimei didn't want to continue this embarrassing topic, she turned to point the finger at Jiang Wenyuan, "You have a problem with grinding your teeth when you sleep , You wait until I fall asleep before going to sleep, otherwise I am worried that I will suffer from insomnia."

"I don't have the problem of grinding teeth." Jiang Wenyuan said with certainty, his parents, roommates, and Chen Mian never said that he had the problem of grinding teeth while sleeping.

Baimei questioned: "Why, when I woke you up just now, you kept grinding your teeth."

Jiang Wenyuan licked around the gums, in a place where it is impossible to grow teeth, he licked a raised shape, "There is only one possibility, maybe my mouth is about to grow teeth, that's why I feel itchy. Grind your teeth."

Bai Meigan laughed a few times, with a stiff expression on her face, "How old are you?"

Jiang Wenyuan replied calmly: "23 years old."

Baimei breathed out, "23 years old, it's not surprising that wisdom teeth grow at this age."

"My wisdom teeth have grown in." Jiang Wenyuan uprooted Baimei's last illusion.

Baimei rumpled her long hair into a bird's nest, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh about you!"

Jiang Wenyuan closed his eyes, Chen Mian's face appeared in his mind.Chen Mian lay in his arms with a calm expression, and gradually lost her breath. Chen Mian's eyes were full of nostalgia and reluctance, but there was no trace of remorse. Chen Mian never regretted leaving him the doll that quit the game.

If he died in this game, he would never know the secret Chen Mian kept from him.

Jiang Wenyuan opened his eyes again, only firmness remained in his eyes. He ignored Baimei's madness, opened his bag, took out a multifunctional Swiss Army knife, and popped out one of the folding knives. He rolled up the sleeve of his left hand and touched the skin of his left arm. After disinfecting with the blade, a very shallow bloodstain of about ten centimeters was drawn on the skin of the forearm.Beads of blood gushed out from the wound, staining the surrounding skin.

Jiang Wenyuan didn't care about the wound on his arm, he put down his sleeves again, and explained to the confused Baimei: "I don't die immediately after getting sick. According to Lyle, the survival period after getting sick is three to ten years. God, we just need to seize the time to clear the customs as soon as possible. Since I have already been infected, it would be a pity not to use it as a reference sample."

Baimei stared at him blankly, her expression a little dazed, "You...crazy..."

"Crazy?" Jiang Wenyuan said the word softly, "Maybe."

In the weird atmosphere, the two didn't know what kind of mood the other was holding and fell asleep.

The next day, just after dawn, the two got up early.When they opened the door, there were already several players standing in the corridor.Zuo Zhixing was also there, and he waved at Jiang Wenyuan, "Last night, someone died, right next door to you. Since the scene was too bloody, I suggest you come over after breakfast."