Thriller Trainee

In the infinite loop, S-level dungeons are recognized as the most difficult dungeons.

Almost all of the S-level and A-level trainees classified by the main system have successfully experienced an S-level copy, and they are the strong ones who competed in this cruel environment of the "survival of the fittest" forest law.

Due to the high mortality rate, S-class dungeons only appear once a year. And it cannot be opened by a separate team, it must be participated by three fully equipped top teams.

Even so, it is still very difficult to survive in an S-level dungeon. It is common for three teams to be wiped out together.

But there is no doubt that if you can survive, it will be no less than reborn and reborn in Nirvana. What's more, it is not impossible to directly join the ranks of top experts.

Each level of dungeon will produce props corresponding to each level. S-level props are special existences produced in S-level dungeons.

But props are not available in every S-level dungeon, and some dungeons will also use other forms to express them. For example, the most precious thing in the "Dark Night Abyss" dungeon is the transformation from a human into a half-vampire, while the "Guan Luoyin" dungeon is about the cultivation of the top-level Yin and Yang eyes. But in the final analysis, these special forms have the same status as S-class props.

Not every survivor who survives an S-level dungeon can get an adventure. Usually, such a chosen one only appears every three years, and this is still based on the fact that the group is not destroyed.

After going through so many levels, among all the horror trainees now, there are only nine people with S-level props, and almost half of these nine people are S-level, so you can imagine how powerful they are.

Not to mention the elderly, all the live broadcast room barrages that were watching in the mental hospital grounds also exploded.

The top survivors who have the ability to be selected as horror trainees have already been selected, and those who are left are the rookies who have never seen the world. Now that I see this scene, my reaction is even greater than that of the trainees.

[Shit, shit, what did I see? Oh my God]

【Fuck! ! ! S-level props, damn! ! ! ! 】

[This is the first time in my life that I have seen S-level props. Oh my god, my grandparents, my fellow villagers, this copy is really a treasure! 】

[Woooooooooo this may be the first time I’ve been so close to an S-level prop, I must take a screenshot as a souvenir]

[Crying, thank you to the main system for realizing my only wish of dying in front of the copy 555555]

In addition to these barrages, some viewers were also keenly aware of the unusualness.

[Wait, that’s not right. Isn’t this an ordinary copy of a personal show? How could there be S-level props? ? ? 】

[Wori, upstairs really woke me up all of a sudden. If there were S-class props here, wouldn’t it be... (horrified face.jpg)]

[This dungeon doesn’t look like an S-level dungeon. Compared with those S-level dungeons that are prone to natural disasters and zombies besieging the city, the mental hospital can only be regarded as a side dish, and there is no sense of cruelty at all. 】

[Indeed, I don’t feel that this venue is scary... The newcomers at the rookie venue next door don’t know how many people died in the group. In comparison, only one died here. You tell me this is S-level. Hell mode? Unbelievable]

...

The commentators were talking a lot.

Among the thousands of individual show venues, this one is undoubtedly the most interesting.

This copy of the mental hospital not only has random ghost missions that are not found in any other solo show, it even comes with an S-level prop. What's more, two S-level bosses can be present in one dungeon. This is unmatched by other novice venues that don't even have the highest level, A-level. It's full of attractions.

Thinking about it this way, the two big guys meeting in a dungeon seemed to indicate that the difficulty of this solo show dungeon would never be any lower. S-class is entirely possible.

For a while, people in the barrage were calling friends one after another. As long as they were trainees of the mental hospital copy, a large number of people came into the live broadcast room.

Outside the barrage, the trainees in the operating room all turned red-eyed.

They stared at the old iron box on the operating table with feverish eyes.

That's an S-level item! S-level!

If you can get this S-level item, not only will you have a powerful way to save your life, but your evaluation in the main system will also be greatly improved.

You know, the main system made it very clear when it announced the rules. High-level trainees can enjoy countless preferential treatments and privileges, and can even know the clues and content of the next game in advance.

Who wouldn't want that?

Someone took action without saying a word.

One of the trainees at the command level took a step forward, and the other one, not to be outdone, reached out to grab him. The people standing behind saw no hope, so they simply pounced on him.

The special props in the dungeon will recognize their owner, and whoever gets it first will be bound to the one who owns it.

However, the next second, a wooden staff suddenly stretched out from the side and blocked the iron box accurately.

The blond saint frowned, "Wait a minute."

Everyone stared at the golden light on the high priest's staff and stopped with unclear expressions.

If you offend a Holy Son and get an S-level item, normal people will choose the next one. But it happened that Messiah used an item that was also an S-class being. For a while, everyone was unable to break through his defense and had to stare at each other.

Zhuge An just entered the operating room and saw this scene.

He raised his eyebrows in interest and seemed to have no intention of intervening.

"Everyone, please be patient for a moment."

After suppressing everyone, Messiah said helplessly, "Look carefully, this halo is white."

The trainees were startled and quickly took a closer look.

Sure enough, behind that little "s", there was indeed a clear paleness. It was just the confusing light from the warm yellow light projected from the top of the operating table that prevented them from discovering this at the first time.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and they all stopped holding hands.

Props are rare, and the copy will also give corresponding prompts. For example, when approaching a certain range of the prop, it will be displayed on the retina. If it shows gold, it is the body of the prop. If it's white, it means it's just a clue and not an actual thing.

By the way, the higher the level of special props, the more clues they have and the harder they are to find.

Messiah: "Just calm down and don't hurt everyone's harmony because of this prop."

The blond saint moved the wooden stick a few inches into the ground, and used his strength to push the iron box away.

"Since it is a clue, according to the rules, it should be shared together."

The rusty cover was pushed aside with a clang, revealing the true contents.

Everyone held their breath.

Unexpectedly, the box was empty, with nothing in it.

Just when everyone wanted to get closer and study the clues of this S-class prop, there was suddenly a rush of footsteps outside the iron door.

The big-looking nursing staff came in carrying a man in a hospital gown and tied him tightly to the wooden operating table with belts.

The poor man who was tied up was pale and had a ball of towel stuffed in his mouth. He could only helplessly express his cry for help with his eyes.

"Isn't this the person who was imprisoned last night?"

The trainees whispered.

Since the nurse didn't leave, no one dared to act rashly.

Just as everyone was making eye contact, someone came outside the iron gate again.

The visitor was wearing a white coat and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looking at the scene in the operating room with interest.

This should be the "Doctor Chu" the head nurse calls him.

I don't know why, but this doctor's appearance is very ordinary, but he gives people the illusion of danger and charm.

A collection of contradictions and sharp edges like walking a tightrope.

Zongjiu frowned.

He could feel that the other person's eyes seemed to stay on him for an extra long time.

Zhuge An, who had been leaning against the wall without having anything to do, calmed down his previous laziness and became a little more serious.

"Ah, it looks like all the patients are here."

The doctor's mouth had a disturbing curve as he casually glanced at everyone present, and finally landed on the simple operating table in the center.

Upon noticing his sight, the newcomer who was tied to the operating table became more and more frightened and struggled wildly.

"Sir, do you need to calm him down?"

The nurse who had always been silent spoke.

"unnecessary."

Dr. Chu said with a smile, "Tranquilizers will cause the freshness of life to be lost. Only pain can make people awake, which is more conducive to the treatment of mental illness, isn't it?"

The caregivers nodded.

He turned around with satisfaction, casually took out the white gloves placed on the operating table, put them on slowly, and walked to the display cabinet.

"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk."

The man bent his fingers and tapped three times on the dirty brown glass cabinet.

The withered head moved.

The pale eyeballs slowly turned sideways, like a living person, giving off the slow-motion horror of a horror movie.

A slight "hissing" sound filled the quiet air.

A very thin black snake swam out from the open mouth of the head, spitting out a scarlet snake letter, and obediently crawled onto the big hand with clear joints outside, and rubbed it as if to please.

The cold reptiles are coiled around the blue blood vessels, with an indescribable sense of beauty.

It turns out that the strange movement of the head and eyeballs they saw before was actually because there was a poisonous snake hidden inside!

This chilling scene makes people's hair stand on end.

The doctor touched the triangular head of the black snake and then put his hand on the lighting of the operating table.

"I don't like to be disturbed when I'm doing surgery, and if someone bothers me...you know what to do."

As if it could really understand human speech, the black snake climbed down from his hand, hung itself upside down on the lamp tube, and bent its upper body in the air, showing an attacking posture.

"So good."

Dr. Chu praised with a smile and took the wooden box handed over by the nurse.

"Our hospital enjoys a high reputation in psychiatric treatment, with a long history and rich clinical experience. This simple and convenient operation will release the devil in your mind and turn you back to a normal person... "

[Damn, although this doctor looks very perverted, his voice is actually quite nice? ? 】

[Go back upstairs, it turns out I am not the same person...]

[It’s so real, I was still thinking just now, how could such a beautiful voice match such an ordinary appearance]

[According to the various advanced dungeon explanation videos I watched, I suspect this is a boss]

[Am I the only one still thinking about the clues about that S-level item just now? That was an S-level item! 】

I don’t know if it was because the operating room was too quiet or the long ice pick pulled out of the wooden box was too scary. Halfway through the explanation, Dr. Chu stopped talking boringly.

"Forget it, you are all patients, so you probably don't understand what I'm talking about."

He shrugged, "But it doesn't matter, you don't need to understand, you just need to remember this scene."

The trainee strapped to the operating table began to tremble. Seeing this, the nurse on the side simply used the largest piece of leather to secure his entire body to the operating table, making him unable to move at all.

Messiah shook his head indifferently at everyone and pointed to the lamp and the caregiver beside him.

Those huge caregivers also stood by closely. On the lamp, a black snake with enough venom to kill everyone in the operating room was staring directly in the direction of the trainee. There is no doubt that if they choose to interfere, it will deliver a fatal blow.

Dr. Chu didn't pay attention to the patient's little movements. He looked at the newcomer on the operating table like he was looking at a disobedient child, full of tolerance.

"Soon, the devil will be cast out of you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he opened the patient's eyelids, and the slender ice pick in his hand pierced the newcomer's upper eye socket without hesitation.

The ice pick exudes a chilling air and has the effect of stopping bleeding. Although it pierced the eye socket, only a negligible amount of blood seeped out.

"Ho, ho."

The newcomer was completely tied to the operating table and could not move at all. He could only bite the towel with blood oozing from his mouth.

No one gave him anesthesia, and the sweat on his face and the tears rushing out of his eyes were enough to show what kind of horrific pain it was.

The hand holding the ice pick is very steady. Not only does it not stop, but it steadily and slowly pushes the ice pick deeper.

Eye sockets, eye sockets, scalp... finally dazzled the end of this trip——

Gray and white matter located in the frontal lobe part of the brain.

When the ice pick was halfway in, Dr. Chu compared the penetration distance with a measuring tape, then nodded with satisfaction and stopped pushing forward.

"It's perfect." He admired his masterpiece with satisfaction.

The newcomer on the operating table had already fainted from the severe pain.

His eyelids were held open by the ice pick. Even if the doctor let go, the ice pick could still stand firmly on his head, like a budding flower in a vase on the display stand.

There was silence all around.

All the trainees were shocked by this cruel scene.

"Don't look at him like that. This is a genius invention that won the Nobel Prize for Medicine, friends."

Dr. Chu smiled, "As long as you undergo treatment, your disease will be completely cured and there will be no possibility of recurrence."

He put his hand on the ice pick again and slowly started to circle in the air.

A tooth-gripping sound echoed in the silent room.

Thinking that the ice pick was long enough to penetrate the brain, everyone looked at the doctor in the white coat's actions in horror.

The person on the operating table was obviously unconscious, but more and more sweat was flowing on his face, and his muscles were showing instinctive reactions under the incomparable pain.

Zong Jiu stood aside, his eyelids moving imperceptibly.

Ice pick frontal lobotomy. The operation that won the Nobel Prize in Medicine in 1949 was also the biggest dark history in the history of the Nobel Prize.

This operation is very simple and can be performed with only an ice pick, ice hammer and hammer. The method of implementation is to insert an ice pick into the patient's upper eye socket, and then stir the ice pick with bare hands to mash the gray and white matter in the prefrontal lobe of the brain.

The mental patients who underwent this operation did indeed settle down and seemed to be showing signs of improvement.

The after-effects of the surgery were horrifying. People who have been operated on will become dull, like zombies, docile and at the mercy of others. It's like the body is still there, but the soul is gone.

Because the prefrontal lobe of the brain is directly linked to human IQ. Mash up the prefrontal lobes and humans are reduced to instinctive reactions, or worse.

But in the eyes of ordinary people, this kind of badness is evidence of the cure of mental illness.

Therefore, it not only won the Nobel Prize, but also was performed in an astonishing tens of thousands of cases around the world in the early and mid-20th century. It was not overturned and abolished until 1970.

The operation only lasted ten minutes, and it seemed like a century had passed.

When Dr. Chu took out the almost melted ice pick and saw the blood on it and the yellow and white brain fragments, the onlookers could not help but vomit.

"The operation is complete. This is our hospital's ultimate treatment."

The doctor threw the ice pick aside casually, "Of course... this consumes a lot of my energy. Unless your condition is very serious and you violate too many regulations, we generally prefer electric chair therapy, which is simple and trouble-free."

"It's still early, but I can give you a simple check."

His gaze turned and fell accurately on the young man's straight back.

"No. 12, you come first."

Zong Jiu paused as he stepped out of the operating room.