Thriller Trainee

"Have you heard? Something happened to an F-class last night!"

At seven o'clock in the morning, after the nurse unlocked the door outside each ward, all the trainees couldn't wait to get up. After hurriedly washing up, they gathered in the restaurant and chatted about what happened last night.

After Zong Jiu sent Sheng Yu back to the ward last night, he went to the reading room and told Messiah the news about the missing glasses.

The old people looked at each other, unanimously put down their work of collecting information, and joined forces to search the entire first floor and the first floor below.

The first person to die usually brings a lot of information. If the body can be found, the source of the horror can even be deduced.

Survivors who survive in an infinite loop cannot survive without some forensic knowledge.

The strange thing is that they found the nurse from ten o'clock to eleven o'clock, and searched almost all the two floors, but still found nothing.

Finally, at the last minute, they finally found Spectacle's body in the dirty sink of the toilet on the first floor.

Calling it a corpse is actually not appropriate.

Because there was only a human head mop made of a wooden stick pounded into the brain hanging in the dirty sink.

The man wearing glasses usually has a short haircut, so his hair naturally doesn’t grow much. However, the end of the mop was wrapped with a thick strip of cloth, which not only perfectly blocked the head, but also truly fixed it, making it a usable mop.

If one of the trainees hadn't suddenly seen a pair of blank white eyes in the gap of the cloth, I'm afraid no one would have thought that in a short period of time, the glasses were not only separated from the body and head, but also hung on so blatantly. Right under their noses they searched countless times.

Not to mention the people who saw this scene on the spot, the barrage was so frightening that they were trembling.

"I've heard about it. It's said that the F-class died miserably, and the rest of his body has not been recovered yet. Those old people who have seen strong winds and waves say that such a cruel death is really rare."

"Sigh... that's what the old people say, what should we newcomers do? Are we just waiting to die like this?"

When Zong Jiu walked in, a gloomy atmosphere enveloped the restaurant.

He said hello to Sheng Yu and scooped up a bowl of porridge for himself with ease. He happened to see Messiah walking over with steamed buns and fried dough sticks for two.

"Together?"

Zong Jiu nodded, followed behind the blond saint, and sat at the dining table in the center.

Besides him, there were many people sitting at this table. If you observe carefully, you will find that they are all the old trainees who did not take their medicine last night, and their grades are all above level B without exception.

Everyone else was secretly looking at the dining table located in the center like stars holding the moon.

"Hey, this white-haired guy is really capable, let him get in."

"What good luck. I don't know how much role that face played in it."

People whispered, "Not to mention the Holy Son, there are also Qin Ye and the others, there are some big shots sitting here. He is an E-level, and he is not afraid of falling to death!"

Although he said it so sourly, everyone had to admire Qi Zongjiu's face and knew it well at the same time.

The core leadership group in this copy should be separated.

In the past, the same was true when a large team entered a dungeon. The commanding layer commanded, and everyone else only had to follow the order. If an item was obtained in the dungeon, the commanding layer also had the priority to allocate it, and the survival points could also be taken away when the dungeon was settled.

Not to mention the way this E-level looks familiar with the Holy Son. If you can get the favor of No. 7, you will definitely have no worries about your life and status in the future.

However, the atmosphere at the central table was a bit strange.

Zongjiu was isolated.

Except for the great merciful Messiah, who knew that his hands were inconvenient and enthusiastically helped him get breakfast, everyone else at the table was ignoring him intentionally or unintentionally.

He is an adult, yet he still engages in such elementary school-like tactics.

Zongjiu couldn't laugh or cry.

No one paid attention to him, but he was quite happy, eating slowly and listening to other people exchanging information.

After the death of Glasses, Zongjiu's plot prophet ceased to exist. In this case, intelligence becomes particularly important.

But fortunately, Zong Jiu already has a full advantage compared to other people with dark eyes. Not only did he almost lock in the scope of candidates for the mole, he also got closer to the source of this copy.

He has to do challenges in dangerous situations, and he can't let go of random tasks. He has to grasp them with both hands, and he has to be strong with both hands. As long as there is a place where you can earn survival points, there will definitely be Zongjiu, a part-time worker!

Messiah knocked on the table, "You stayed in the library and reading room last night to check information. Did you find anything new?"

Strangely enough, this mental hospital looks dilapidated and filthy, but the library occupies a vast area.

Do mentally ill people still like to read books?

"No more." The trainee in charge of checking the library shook his head, "The library is full of highly functional books, and there is no record of this."

"Where is the reading room?" The blond saint turned his attention to He Jianlan.

"Except for the report found last night, the other reports are extremely unclear. The only definite clue is that this mental hospital was a wartime military base many years ago, and a terrible incident occurred. matter."

He Jianlan said cautiously, "We didn't have enough time to search last night. If we search according to the planned time range today, we should be able to find more clues."

When talking about what happened last night, everyone was a little silent.

It’s not that they are afraid of the way Glasses will die. After all, they have been in the infinite loop for so long and have climbed to this level. What kind of tragic death have they not seen?

What really concerned them was the fact that there was no trace of the incident.

Sheng Yu fell asleep last night because he took medicine, and Zong Jiudai relayed everything else.

"I'll ask the Class F at the scene later to see if he missed anything."

Everyone agreed unanimously.

"Then the goal for this morning is clear."

The blond saint crossed his arms and said, "One team is in the reading room, one team is in the library, one team is searching on the first floor, one team is trying to find a way to get information from the nurse NPC, and one team is going back to the crime scene to investigate. With multiple lines running in parallel, we can always Find the clue."

Qin Ye suddenly said, "There is still one person who has not come back."

"who?"

He said succinctly, "Vincent."

People around the table exchanged shocked looks.

Vincent is A-level, he is also the second in command of the Night Clan team, No. 2's right-hand man, so his strength is naturally not that bad. Although it is not as good as the top S-class, it is also one of the survivors that has been famous for a long time in Infinite Loop and should not be underestimated.

As we all know, everyone in the Night Clan team has a talent. They had received the first embrace of a vampire.

There are various types of horror dungeons in Infinite Loop, and there are also many vampire-themed ones. There is a particularly famous A-level copy called "Dark Castle", which contains a way to transform humans into half-vampires.

It's just that because the blood of vampires is highly poisonous, humans may die at any time during the transformation process. Few survivors have the courage to choose such a path, because the pain of transformation is no different from suicide.

However, risks and benefits are always directly proportional. If you can transform into a half-vampire, you can not only greatly enhance your physical fitness, but also gain the natural abilities of a vampire, without the need to find special props.

Van Zhuo, who is currently ranked No. 2, once received the blood of a vampire prince in an S-level copy of "Dark Night Abyss". His own strength has increased exponentially, almost reaching the peak of the "human" category stipulated by the main system. Only then can we be able to stand below one person and above ten thousand people.

The reason why Qin is also sensitive to Vincent is very simple, because he once received the blessing of a werewolf in a horror copy.

Werewolves and vampires are natural enemies. If Vincent appeared in this copy, Qin would definitely be the first to know. He received the werewolf blessing and his nose became particularly sharp.

Qin also continued: "Lao He and I met up just after entering the dungeon yesterday. When we went upstairs, we saw him walking out of the ward next door. But he didn't come to the restaurant. I guess he might want to be one step ahead. Collect information and act freely.”

Since Qin also said this, no one would disbelieve it, but the news was too unbelievable.

"Missing all night...that's unlikely, right?"

Vampires themselves are a terrifying race favored by the dark night, and so are half-vampires.

Not to mention that this mental hospital doesn't even have windows, and the day is like night, with no sunlight coming in. Logically speaking, vampires like this kind of environment the most, and can even get increased abilities.

What's more, Vincent himself is an experienced and experienced survivor. Almost no one would believe him when he opens the door and gives out first blood.

"But yesterday we searched the entire first and first floor, as well as the empty wards, but we didn't find Vincent at all."

"No."

Messiah said in a deep voice, "There are still two places we haven't gone to yet."

There was silence at the table.

There were indeed two places they didn't go to. One was the locked iron door on the south side of the first floor, and the other was the second floor below.

The locked iron door on the south side is so strong that it cannot be pushed open and cannot be explored at all.

There was no light at all on the second floor below ground level, and the stairwell of the ward on the first floor below was completely dark. The corridor was so dilapidated that it looked like it had not been repaired for decades.

They originally planned to go downstairs to find glasses yesterday, but just as they reached the stairs, a B-level psychic in the team suddenly turned pale and fainted on the ground.

Psychic mediumship is a very rare physique, and it also requires a special copy to trigger. Although the combat effectiveness is not strong, the perception ability is first-class. It is very effective in dealing with those unusual things. Generally, large teams will have one or two.

There was only one psychic in this venue. After Chai determined that this copy was a supernatural copy, everyone treated him like a giant panda.

After waking up, the medium's face showed undisguised fear, and the first thing he said was -

"Don't...don't go down. You'll die."

It is for this reason that they temporarily avoided the second floor.

Now it seems that if no clues are found after searching all other places, the result will be very obvious.

They only have three days, and today is the first day.

According to the law of horror dungeons, the longer things are delayed, the more uncontrollable the situation will develop.

If no more clues are collected by noon, then they will have no choice but to take the initiative.

"The danger on the second floor is beyond imagination. Don't act without permission."

Messiah's expression was solemn, "We will wait until all parties gather all clues and intelligence at noon today before making a decision on voting."

"Let's have breakfast first."

They finished their discussion and Zongjiu just finished eating.

After breakfast, Zong Jiu had nothing to do. He held his head up and let his silver ponytail flow down his back shoulders, and continued to think about what he saw on the wall yesterday.

Last night, Zong Jiu and several other old people slept in Messiah's ward. He took the initiative to move the quilt to sleep in the corner, but unexpectedly found a series of strange letters in the corner.

pnpso.

This obviously didn't form a word, but it caught Zongjiu's attention.

In order to make sure that this string of letters was not accidental, after washing up this morning, Zong Jiu deliberately turned a corner and went to the ward No. 12 that belonged to him yesterday.

Sure enough, on the wall of Ward 12 that was densely covered with mathematical formulas, the string of characters pnpso also appeared, but it didn't look very obvious and it was a little difficult to identify.

Zongjiu went to a few more wards and found that all the wards were without exception.

It's no coincidence that it appears so many times. It looks like someone painted it on purposely.

But what do these letters represent?

Zong Jiu had a hunch that he had discovered a big clue. It's just that due to the lack of some key information, it was blocked from the door and could not enter.

As for the others?

How could Zongjiu do such a stupid thing to shoot himself in the foot when the main system clearly informed him that there was a mole?

The white-haired young man squinted his eyes and didn't care at all about the indifferent attitude of others towards him. Instead, he was content with himself.

Whether they can discover this big clue or not depends on their own abilities. Wouldn’t it take away the fun of solving puzzles if you rely on other people’s prompts?

As a magician who specializes in bringing surprise and happiness to people, Zong Jiu will certainly not disappoint everyone.

When the trainees were just halfway through their breakfast, the familiar slapping sound of high heels sounded again from deep in the corridor.

The head nurse appeared at the door, holding a blank piece of paper in her hand, and began to call the names.

"No. 1 and No. 7, No. 12 and No. 3, No. 5 and No. 9, No. 2 and No. 16..."

The trainees who had their serial numbers read out looked at each other, wondering what was going on.

Soon, after everyone's serial numbers were read out without missing a beat, the head nurse announced with an indifferent expression, "The above is the group list for tonight's ward."

Her face was gloomy, "You were smart last night, but I advise you not to try to take advantage of others. If there are many people sleeping in the same ward again like last night, the hospital will directly deal with it as a violation of the regulations."

The eyes of the newcomers were suddenly horrified.

"Then what should we do tonight... It's too dangerous for two people to share a dormitory."

Thanks to the Son's plan, everyone was able to spend the night safely. But now the medical staff are obviously very dissatisfied with their cheating, and have come up with corresponding countermeasures to directly cut off this escape route.

On the contrary, none of the trainees at the center table said anything, and they still bowed their heads and ate their own food.

Old people all know that you may be able to win a short respite through opportunistic methods in the early stage, but after all, it is not a long-term solution, and it is the same in all horror dungeons.

The method that was thought up by completely exploiting the loopholes in the rules was thankful to God if it could survive the whole night. There was no way they could pin their hopes on it.

After announcing this, the head nurse motioned to the nurse behind him to report the schedule.

"At eight o'clock, all patients will gather in front of the iron gate on the south side of the first floor."

"Dr. Chu is in a good mood today and plans to let you observe the process of treating mental patients in our hospital."

The crowd was in commotion again.

【I was shocked! There is even a doctor! 】

[That’s right, how could such a big mental hospital only have nurses and caregivers but no doctors? I was wondering before, good guy, so he’s waiting here]

[This on-site treatment sounds very bad... No, I have to open a thick barrage to save my life]

The white-haired young man rubbed his stiff fingers and said nothing.

Compared to observing the treatment on site, Zong Jiu was more concerned about the ward arrangements mentioned by the head nurse.

He is No. 12, and No. 3, coincidentally, is Zhuge An.