Thriller Trainee

"Snapped--"

Just as everyone was running away, He Jianlan was hit hard by someone. The black-rimmed glasses on his face fell directly into the darkness and shattered into glass shards under the trampling of the newcomers.

Not only that, the oil lamp also flew out of his hand and smashed to pieces on the ground.

"Old Qin!"

He Jianlan shouted, "My glasses are broken."

His eyes are highly myopic. Without his glasses, he can only see blurry halos of color. He has to move close to his face to see clearly.

"Damn it, this is the time... let's hide first!"

Qin also knew about He Jianlan's problem. He cursed, grabbed the other person's sleeve, and took a moment to look behind him.

With the night vision ability after being blessed by the werewolf, he can easily see abnormalities on both sides of the visual corridor.

It's like someone took an old paintbrush and started from the stairwell on the second floor and painted all the way down the wall.

Wherever it was brushed, rust would fly and dance in the air, and large areas of the wall would peel off. Black blood and bone fragments that had accumulated for countless years were splashed in every corner, and the air was filled with the ubiquitous smell of corpses, as if they had fallen from the human world into a twisted and dark hell in another space.

Although Messiah yelled to separate and run away, the group of people in the middle chose to move closer in a tacit understanding.

The old people are not stupid. At this critical moment, not following the walking life-saving talisman of the Holy Son, but losing the head and resource advantage because of panic, is simply a move that outweighs the gain.

In addition to He Jian and Lan Qinye, Meng Tianlu also followed them closely.

The five people ran all the way, and under the guidance of the psychic, they hid in one of the dilapidated wards on both sides of the corridor.

In the distance, where there is still some light in the stairwell, a dark shadow that is distorted into an inhuman shape is projected on the ground.

The footsteps gradually lengthened along with the black shadow.

After finding the hiding place, the four of them all looked at Meng Tianlu.

"How's it going? Where are the clues?"

The medium's face looked very bad, his eyes were closed tightly, and his whole body was trembling.

Big beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead, "No... no... no clue, I didn't feel it."

He had only tried a little before, but his mental energy was completely drained in an instant, and he was in agony. Now that he stepped into this abyss-like world, Meng Tianlu felt that his whole body was surrounded by coldness, the ubiquitous sharp laughter enveloped his five senses, and thousands of hands dragged him into the quagmire.

How come there are no clues?

Everyone was shocked.

"How is it possible?" He Jianlan was shocked.

"Didn't the newcomer say that Vincent is on the second floor below?"

Meng Tianlu was speechless, his lips turned purple and his pupils turned white.

"Something's not right with him."

Messiah put the high priest's rod on the medium's shoulder with a solemn expression.

A light golden halo emerged from the tip of the staff, enveloping the latter in a soft warmth.

Unfortunately, his treatment has little effect on mental strength, and is more reflected in the healing of external injuries.

The cramped, dilapidated room was silent.

The frightening sounds in the corridor continued, and the blood-curdling screams continued.

Despair gripped the corridor.

The first iron rule of the infinite cycle is that no matter how strong a survivor is, as long as he does not transcend the human category, he will always succumb to the food chain of ghosts and monsters.

At this moment, a heavy kicking sound suddenly came from the door not far ahead.

The doctor in a white coat picked up the person and walked steadily towards the stairwell. From their angle, they could only see a waterfall of white hair flowing down from his arms, and half of the young man's unconscious eyebrows.

[Shit, the white-haired beauty was caught! I don’t want it! 】

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh did anyone just watch the whole thing in the live broadcast room? I just cut it out to watch the fight at the venue next door, then came back to this venue only to find that Ah Jiu was arrested? 】

[Going back upstairs, Ah Jiu was squatting in the room just now. Unexpectedly, there was the perverted doctor standing behind him, and he gave the injection, gg]

[Oh, it’s cool. I was kidnapped by the boss of the dungeon. It’s a pity that I have such good looks. I will become a fool after the surgery]

"That thing is coming."

Qin Ye stared at Dr. Chu's disappearing figure not far away and broke the dead silence: "Shall we try our best to escape?"

Although they were unable to engage in any head-on confrontation with the ghosts, relying on the combined strength of the several of them, they could temporarily escape from danger together.

But doing that also meant that the operation failed again. Not only did they fail to get any clues about the clearance copy. To make matters worse, as the dungeon entered its third day, there was little time left for them.

He Jianlan thought of another A-level dungeon, 'Jingbai Middle School', which had a very similar routine to this dungeon.

This copy of Jingbai Middle School has a very strict time limit, and the task time is seven days. If there are not enough clues found in the entire campus in the first six days, then on the seventh day all the teachers and students in the middle school will turn into evil spirits and start a massacre indiscriminately.

It now seems that the one-man show copy of the Mental Hospital is somewhat similar to Jingbai Middle School. Even if they can escape the pursuit of the ghosts on the second negative floor, there are still twenty-three hours on the third day. Even permanent special props have limitations on frequency of use and cooling time. The gap period in between is undoubtedly the best time for ghosts to seek their lives.

He Jianlan stared closely at his feet.

Without his glasses, he couldn't see clearly now, let alone being in such a dark and cramped environment.

He always felt as if he had overlooked something.

At the beginning, before the clues of S-level props appeared, no old man really took this personal show copy to heart.

Everyone thought that with so many newcomers coming into the main system, there was no way they would kill them. Not to mention that this dungeon also has No. 7 Holy Son as the leader, and the command team's opinions are also very unified. Everyone searched for clues in an orderly manner, and then put the obtained clues together. Everything was on the track of steady development.

They got the S-level clue. They had also searched the first and second floors of the entire mental hospital, and there was no missing information.

There was only one unfinished piece of the puzzle left. Naturally, they cast their sights on the negative second floor, which they had never searched for before.

According to He Jianlan's inference, if this trip goes well, he should be able to get clues on the negative second floor and successfully pass the level.

But now, things have taken a turn for the worst. Not only were they behind bars, but their expected returns were all in vain, not to mention they had no clue.

Why are there no clues?

Qin Ye's violent shout suddenly interrupted He Jianlan's thoughts.

"Now! Breakout!"

Wolf hair sprouted from the man's powerful body, which burst through the blue and white striped hospital gown. He fell to the ground on all fours and ran towards the door.

He Jianlan hurriedly stood up and pulled Meng Tianlu with Messiah. He held the knotted lasso in one hand and followed closely behind his partner.

The huge half-wolf roared in the darkness and headed desperately towards the black figure entrenched in the corridor.

"Wait...wait, don't go..."

At this moment, Meng Tianlu, who was foaming at the mouth, suddenly let out a weak cry.

"Yes, I will die——"

But it's too late.

In just one second, the huge werewolf head was uprooted alive. The bloody spine was stained with strands of minced meat, and it fell to the rusty ground.

Qin Ye's pupils bulged, and one of his eyes was penetrated by a sharp and unknown claw, directly reaching the visual center of his brain.

"boom--"

The huge body suddenly fell to the ground, and the blood hole in his neck and his organs flowed to the ground, leaving a deep red trace.

"Old Qin!!!"

He Jianlan's eyes were about to burst with tears.

This incident caused the barrage to explode.

[Holy shit, shit, shit, this is not another minor character, this is A-level Qin Ye! ! Grade A! ! 】

There are tens of thousands of horror trainees, and the A-level only accounts for the top two hundred. Calculated proportionally, in addition to the top ten S-levels, the A-level is also enough to be called a "big boss".

As a result, such an A-level boss was instantly killed on the spot when all his cards were revealed.

Everyone is aware of it.

[Wori, the monster in this dungeon is an unsolvable supernatural being! ! ! 】

[It's over, now the massacre mode has really started, the rhythm of group destruction. Let me just say, this dungeon doesn’t seem to be very difficult. How come there are S-level props? Good guy, they are all waiting here.]

[...It’s not as difficult as S-level, but A-level is definitely there. What’s the concept of killing an A-level in person? 】

"Go...go...go."

The removed head fell heavily to the ground, and the werewolf opened his mouth in vain, blocking the twisted black shadow.

He Jianlan couldn't see clearly what happened, and he didn't have the courage to look again. Instead, he held back tears and ran forward.

He and Qin are also extremely famous golden partners among advanced survivors, and many people have heard of their names.

Excluding this factor, the two of them are friends who have known each other and worked hard for many years in the infinite loop. The depth of their relationship is self-evident.

Back then, Qin Ye's body was corroded to the point where his bones were exposed under the werewolf's blessing. He Jianlan broke his five fingers in order to get special props. Fortunately, he could recover as long as he had enough survival points. It's just that He Jianlan never expected that even though they had overcome so many dangerous and terrifying dungeons together, Qin Ye would fail in the first level of this small, terrifying trainee dungeon.

What's even more cruel is that he has no room for sadness.

A-level Qin couldn't even get away with a single move. That ghost was simply not something that could be avoided with human power.

Despair shook He Jianlan's insides.

Originally, he thought that even though the clues were incomplete, he would only need to run around and escape for the remaining twenty hours to get back. But now, even this last road has been cut off and he is completely surrounded by dead ends.

How is this possible? How is this possible?

No matter how difficult or terrifying the copy is, it is impossible for the main system to set up an unsolvable game. It will definitely leave clues and peel off the cocoons, allowing players to find the only correct way out of the many obstacles.

But now it's a dead end.

For no reason, a cold feeling ran up He Jianlan's back.

It was such a coincidence that it seemed like there was an invisible hand controlling everything. Cutting off when hope should have been given.

After running for their lives, they were back in the stairwell leading to the first negative floor.

Dim light leaked from the gaps between the buildings, and stayed on the dusty steps one by one.

There is another explanation.

Unless...they were misled from the start.

who is it? Did Zhuge An leave them wrong information? Or did the white-haired E-class not tell the truth?

"Your Mightiness--"

He Jianlan quickly turned his head, wanting to ask Messiah what he thought.

However, unexpectedly, the blond saint who was standing beside him and supporting Meng Tianlu with him was missing.

The color patch on the retina clearly showed that there was no one there.

"Your Majesty the Holy Son?"

He Jianlan was shocked and confused.

Could it be that when Qin Ye had an accident just now, Messiah stopped for treatment, so he accidentally got separated?

He glanced back toward the stairwell.

The dark stairs seemed to eat people, turning into darkness and blur in his pupils.

The hospital became quiet. Even the strand of black hair hanging down is the same.

The weight on my shoulders is getting heavier.

The blond saint stood condescendingly on the corridor, looking at him with a smile.

He Jianlan lowered his head tremblingly.

At some point, Meng Tianlu had already stopped breathing.

An unfamiliar pale face lay beside his arm, grinning at him.