After entering the door, Jie Fangcheng looked around.
This is an operating room. It looks like the last round of surgery just ended not long ago. Fresh spurts of blood are all over the operating table, and there are suspicious blood clots on the ground.
"Huh?"
Jie Fangcheng walked closer and looked down at the blood on the ground.
The color hasn't changed much, and it seems that someone was performing surgery here a few minutes before he scored.
Xie Fangcheng sighed.
If I had known earlier, I would have gone to the third floor earlier and caught him red-handed.
—Ding, da.
Jie Fangcheng felt a chill on the back of his hand.
He looked down and saw a drop of red liquid on the back of his hand.
Jie Fangcheng raised his head and met five or six pairs of eyes on the ceiling.
An "octopus" that covered almost the entire ceiling was looking at him.
It's not accurate to call it an octopus, as this thing has octopus tentacles with eyes, teeth, and a mouth of some unknown species on them. The octopus's head is flat and looks like it's been cut in half and a weird fish head sewn on.
At this time, there was still a piece of fresh meat hanging next to the fish's mouth, and its eyes were staring at Jie Fangcheng below. The suspicious liquid in its mouth mixed with blood dripped down again and fell on the ground in front of Jie Fangcheng.
“Octopus…” Jie Fangcheng scratched his head.
He didn't know how to communicate about this kind of thing, and he couldn't get the answer from Dr. Han no matter where he went.
Jie Fangcheng said generously: "Forget it, sooner or later I will meet someone like him, right?"
He closed the door.
After a minute or two, the door opened again.
Xie Fangcheng was holding a deformed steel pipe in his right hand—he had taken this pipe from the cooking table in the cafeteria’s kitchen when he passed by the first floor.
There are only four in total. I used them sparingly in the early stages. Now this is the last one that at least looks like a stick.
I have to find a place to remove another one.
In his left hand, he held the only clean piece of cloth he could find in the room - it was a white coat placed in the cabinet. Smart Manager Jie had deliberately not hit the cabinet just now. Now, that cabinet was the only intact one in the whole room, and there were still a lot of documents in it.
Jie Fangcheng flipped through a few of them, but they were all experiments that he couldn't understand. He simply folded them up, put them in his pocket, and prepared to give them to Qi Chanyang.
This kind of mental work is obviously not his strong point!
Jie Fangcheng wiped the steel pipe carefully with his white coat and soon made it shiny again.
The particular person did not forget to close the door before leaving, but the lock of the door was completely broken, making a creaking sound in the dead silence of the third floor.
The red lights in the corridor flickered slightly.
Xie Fangcheng walked out of the room. Manager Xie, who had a sense of public morality, did not litter. He found a trash can on the third floor, ignored the strange squirming things in the trash can, and stuffed his white coat in it.
There was no one around, not even anyone to chat with.
Even if there is an NPC to communicate with.
Jie Fangcheng put the pole on his shoulder again and hummed a song boredly.
The sound of footsteps and singing could be heard faintly from the third floor.
"I'm a painter, I'm good at painting, I want to paint the hum hum hum, hum hum hum... Dong dong dong, hello, is there anyone?"
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Second floor.
Qi Chanyang took Gu Shanshan to Ward No. 1.
NPC No. 1 was lying on the ground. His hair and arms had now returned to their meal length. His wounds were healing slowly and it looked like he would be able to recover before dawn.
There was no way. The door of Ward No. 9 was broken, and the whole room was full of garbage, as if it was being renovated. There was no telling when Ge Juan, carrying the plastic bucket, would knock on the door again.
The two NPCs in Ward No. 4 fell to the ground. It was unclear whether they died together or not. The room was in chaos.
There was only Room No. 1. Qi Chanyang was very careful when fighting the NPC, and the other party was obviously also very careful. Both he and the monster tried their best not to damage the facilities in the house, and the floor was also relatively clean.
After the two arrived at the ward, Qi Chanyang moved patient number one to the bed and cleaned up the place a little.
"I have to look for Jie Fangcheng and see if there are any clues."
He promised the boy that he would find him as soon as possible. Although he didn't know what his condition was now, in case he was still alive and waiting for him, Qi Chanyang didn't want him to die in disappointment.
There is also a room on the first floor next to the cafeteria. There is no sign, but there must be something in it.
According to the currently known situation, the doctor NPC will ask the player to take medicine every day. If the player does not take the medicine, the NPC patients in the same ward will not take the medicine either.
Taking the pills for three days will almost certainly lead to death.
Veteran players like Qi Chanyang can naturally survive in the dungeon for three days without taking any medicine.
But the new player, even a calm and excellent player like Gu Shanshan, almost died in the room.
We have to think of another way.
There were obviously not many clues on the first floor where they were active today, and the doctor was also watching them.
It is best to look for clues at night when the doctor and the patient are not there.
Although we will face other unknown NPCs, at least the number should not be more than during the day.
We can't delay any longer. The NPC in this book is more powerful than Qi Chanyang imagined.
Today is only the first day, and the first day is the safest day in the dungeon. As the number of players decreases, the NPC's activity range will become larger and the killing rules will become more cruel.
Gu Shanshan was also afraid, but she knew that she was currently a burden, so she nodded and said, "Brother Qi, be careful."
Qi Chanyang selected the props in the system backpack, took out a few and handed them to Gu Shanshan.
"If I don't get tripped up by other things, I'll come down every fifteen minutes. If there's any danger, these things should be able to hold out for a while."
Gu Shanshan did not refuse.
"Brother Qi, don't worry. If these things are really used up, I will return them later."
Qi Chanyang did not mention the 90% mortality rate of newcomers. He also smiled and said, "Okay."
After saying that, Qi Chanyang once again clenched the "Gift from Whale Fall", took a deep breath, and opened the door.
The dark corridor was like a man-eating beast, waiting for its prey to be caught again.
I didn't know what was roaring upstairs, and it seemed to be banging on the wall, and there were loud "bang" sounds.
Qi Chanyang planned to wait until the third floor was quiet before going to check. He had to go to the first floor first.
When people are afraid, they tend to hide in familiar environments. Obviously, if Jie Fangcheng was still alive, he would most likely be hiding in the reading room and badminton hall on the first floor.
When he reached the stairs leading to the first floor, Qi Chanyang took out the master key and looked down.
The lock on the iron door... is missing
He hurriedly searched carefully and soon found the lock thrown on the stairs. The lock was torn off by something.
Qi Chanyang's eyelids twitched.
His body had been strengthened six times by the system, but these locks were obviously produced by the system. They were firm and reliable and difficult to remove with external force.
How powerful must this NPC be to be able to break even the lock
Faced with such an NPC, Qi Chanyang doubted that he might not even have a chance to run away
Is that the dean
Qi Chanyang looked towards the first floor.
He gritted his teeth, finally pushed the door open and walked towards the first floor.
(End of this chapter)