Zong Jiu's attitude was very sincere. Not only was he sincere, he also took the initiative to tell the old people the clue about the S-level props.
Although he said that the S-level props had been taken away by Zhuge secretly, it was a clue anyway, wasn't it? Now other people have changed their attitude towards Zong Jiu, and they can be regarded as acquiescing to his joining.
After Zong Jiu's matter was settled, the command level headed by Messiah quickly finalized the plan not to return to the ward tonight, but instead directly planned to skip the round and go to the negative second floor to explore.
Before the plan was finalized, the voices of other people were silenced.
But in the end, this plan is still not insured enough. Many clues are that He Jianlan and Messiah followed the clues of the attitude of the mental hospital medical staff.
After making the plan, although He Jianlan and the others had been suppressed for a while, there were still several newcomers in the restaurant whispering.
Under the pressure of the veteran trainees, the more active newcomers formed several small groups. Some of these small groups look at the heads of the old people and lick them vigorously; others make their own decisions and want to take advantage of everything.
The small group of newcomers who are talking now is just trying to take advantage. They didn't want to follow the Messiah to risk their lives, and now they have a small calculation.
"It's already half past ten now. If we go down to the second floor now, is it too late..."
As we all know, in the horror copy, the night is definitely an eternal theme that cannot be avoided.
The probability of a general terror situation occurring at night is far greater than during the day, and it is also much more terrifying, which is daunting.
"There are so many of us, can Master Shengzi really take care of it? And didn't you say that the negative second floor is not a good place, why do you want to take the initiative to go?"
"That's right... And in this situation, the ward is the safest, right? There are still newcomers here who have taken medicine, and they can't live without it for a while."
Messiah frowned: "If I really don't want to go, I will naturally not force everyone."
"But based on the experience of our senior survivors, the probability of an accident tonight is indeed very high. The third day is bound to be a watershed for this dungeon, and I don't recommend that everyone act alone."
The newcomers in those small groups dragged their feet, hesitating.
"How about this."
The blond sage stretched his eyebrows, and did not force him, "If you are willing to go down to the second floor with me, we will meet on the stairwell leading to the second floor in ten minutes. If you don’t want to be with me, then I will stay. Those who come down each have a blessing and blessing."
The newcomers nodded hurriedly, beaming with joy.
Even the old people know that the blessing of the Son is equivalent to an extra one-time special item, and its preciousness is self-evident.
The other people who had promised to go down to the second floor were also a little shaken, and many of them were low-ranking elderly people.
"Otherwise, let's stay in the ward too."
The old man quietly raised his eyebrows, "Anyway, this is only the second day, and the Messiah won't come up again. Why do I need to take risks, stay in the ward and enjoy the benefits."
"Yes. The difficulty of this dungeon is infinitely close to S grade... It's good that we can survive, and who cares about that dangerous challenge."
Originally, these mid-level survivors had signed up because of the generous rewards of the thriller trainee competition. The first copy that came up was full of confidence at the beginning. As a result, everyone was shocked now.
The newcomers don't know what the S-level dungeon represents, but the old man is very clear, and now the thoughts of retreat are becoming more and more intense.
Zong Jiu stood aside, watching coldly.
A sudden acceleration of time was to expose the shortcomings of this temporarily formed team centered on the Saint Child.
"Brother Nine, you are so amazing, you can wash away the suspicion from us without any effort."
Sheng Yu twittered on the sidelines, "Then what shall we do now, are we going to the second floor with Shengzi?"
"if not?"
Zong Jiu asked him, "Are you afraid?"
"It's a bit." The high school student scratched his head. "But if Brother Nine is not afraid, then I won't be afraid."
Of course you are not afraid, otherwise the whole process of killing and throwing corpses would still be so proficient at that time.
Zong Jiu said perfunctorily: "Then let's go down together. Anyway, it doesn't mean death. If so many people are really dead, they can be buried together, not alone."
other people:"... ... "
[2333333 I'm going to laugh to death. I found this white hair is really interesting. When I don't speak, it looks like a beautiful beauty in the painting. When I speak, my expression is also very serious, but why is it so funny]
[I also want to say this, he really likes to choke people to death. Because he asked Zhuge who is Zhuge Liang before, I was still thinking that he even made up a name to fool others no.3]
[Hey, I’m going to the negative second floor soon, I don’t know if this E-level can be left until the end]
What no one knows is that after Zhuge secretly left, Zong Jiu's personal live streaming room actually took second place like riding a rocket, just below the S-class Messiah. For a newcomer with no foundation, this is really quite incredible.
After finalizing, everyone will not be delayed, go to the stairwell, go to the stairwell, go back to the ward and prepare to rest.
Taking advantage of these ten minutes, Zong Jiu watched Messiah take out the high priest's rod and blessed them one by one, while thinking about the clues he had gotten from Zhuge An.
He didn't care about his act of telling other people that clue.
Because without enough information, other trainees will only look dumbfounded. Even Zong Jiu combined the plot and speculation, even guessing, and finally figured out everything under Zhuge An's perfection.
The clues of Zong Jiubai's prostitution are quite complete.
Zhuge secretly said that the integer between three and four is just a metaphor and pronoun, and its true solution represents the key to freely shuttle between different and normal spaces.
As the name suggests, this key does not exist that can be explained purely from a mathematical perspective.
The x-axis and y-axis constitute a two-dimensional plane world.
The x-axis, y-axis and z-axis constitute a three-dimensional world.
The four-dimensional world is a spatial concept that exists in human physics.
Zhuge secretly learned from the library of the mental hospital that the four-dimensional space-time here is not a four-dimensional space-time in a broad sense, but based on Minkoffs’s spatio-temporal conjecture based on borrowing non-Euclidean space in 1907, which is based on the xyz axis. A space-time line constitutes a narrow four-dimensional concept.
Humans on earth live in a three-dimensional world.
People in the three-dimensional world look down on the two-dimensional world, and people in the four-dimensional world look down on the three-dimensional world.
For example, the gods in the human imagination are likely to be high-dimensional existences.
But in reality, dimensions and dimensions cannot be surpassed, and there is no way to surpass them.
But in the horror copy, everything is possible.
This copy gave them a way to migrate from three-dimensional to four-dimensional space-time, allowing them to travel between different times in this space as long as they get the key between three and four.
Zhuge secretly told him that the different space was actually thirty years ago of this mental hospital space.
Once the military/affair/base of this copy was dedicated to studying time and space during the war, an accident happened in the middle of the study. The dimensional disorder caused the base 30 years ago to be separated, and all the researchers in the base became prisoners of time, wandering in a different space with no way out.
Many years later, in the mental hospital built on the original site, there is still a dead end to that different space.
The main system has already given them enough hints.
The main mission is to "survive in this copy for three days."
In fact, according to Zhuge An’s inference, as long as the bell rings at midnight on the third day, all patients in the mental hospital will be instantly dragged into a different space, which is equivalent to throwing fat into the cage of the beast.
The key originally has the power to travel through time and space. You only need to get the key and adjust the time node in a few days later to achieve perfect clearance. If it is stupidly delayed to the third day according to the main task, there is only a dead end to meet the trainees.
When everyone was asleep on the first night, Zhuge was walking around the night with a gossip pan.
When the Messiah and the others were still struggling to find the next clue the next day, Zhugean had already figured out the inner core of this copy.
Zong Jiu knew the ciphertext "pnpso", knew that the password was the Virginia cipher encryption method, plus Zhuge's hint, what exactly the key was, he was almost ready to tell.
Just like an exam, others are scratching their heads to solve the problem, and Zong Jiu has already copied the correct answer from Xueshen.
Zong Jiu felt from the bottom of his heart that he should applaud Zhuge secretly, so he backhanded someone a scapegoat, right as a gift.
As long as he wants, he can read the set of keys now and become the second passer without any effort. There is no need to follow the Messiah and them to the second floor adventure.
But he guessed that Zhuge An hadn't gotten this copy of the S-level props. At that time, the other party was obviously walking in a hurry, and the reason for the urgency was very likely to be related to the "prophecy" in his mouth.
Zong Jiu didn't care what the prediction was, and he didn't believe it much anyway.
What he cares about is how to complete more dangerous challenges, get more survival points, and then see if he can take the sheep easily. Don't use S-level props for nothing.
Before he got the key, Zong Jiu was so turbulent. Now that he got the key, how can he get it? !
That is naturally pretentious!
Come on! What destined enemy, has Zong Jiu ever been cared? !
If you don't die, you will die! What a man who doesn't like excitement! Don't even dare to be a magician even in a dangerous situation!
Find out that ghost, earn survival points, and beat the workers!
A group of people stood at the point of the stairwell on the first floor.
The bottom is as dark as ever, and you can't see the road at all, and even the stairs barely have an outline under the light.
"Holy Son, I got the lamp!"
While everyone was waiting, He Jianlan hurriedly walked over from the other side of the corridor, still holding a lamp swayingly in his hand.
Zong Jiu took a closer look and found that it was the one that the head nurse was holding in his hand when the nurse took the ward round. On the first day, Zong Jiu watched her carry the lamp to the second floor. He Jianlan can get it now, mostly by stealing it by unknown means.
"Just get it."
The blond sacred child let out a long sigh of relief, and lifted the wooden staff from the shoulders of the newcomer. The latter felt a warm stream of heat from his body, and a golden mark appeared on the back of his hand.
"This blessing blessing is a one-time shield that can withstand one damage."
Messiah rubbed his temple wearily, "We are running out of time, let's go quickly."
After walking forward for ten hours inexplicably, the flow rate of time became obviously abnormal.
Now they have made up their minds not to return to the ward, and will be considered a night tour after the rounds are over. On weekdays, no matter how they wandered in the mental hospital, they couldn't see a single person. At night, the medical staff patrolled intensively. If they were caught, it would be a dead end.
Everyone glanced at the dark stairs on the second floor and took a deep breath.
"I'll start." Qin also said.
His palm was facing upwards and squeezed. Everyone suddenly noticed that the tips of his nails had begun to dye sharp and deep black, and his hair had turned into cement gray. This arm had completed the transformation from a human to a beast.
The blessing of the werewolf, which can make part of the human body to be blessed into a werewolf, is also Qin Ye's trump card.
Others quickly found their place.
As a treatment, Messiah was firmly guarded in the center, with the psychic Meng Tianlu on his left hand and He Jianlan holding a noose on his right hand.
Zong Jiu and Sheng Yu are on the edge of the team, and they are not too far behind.
The other trainees who planned to stay in the ward on the first floor also looked at them, planning to show them to the corner of the stairs before going back.
At this moment, there was a series of footsteps on the stairs.
A sharp and cold female voice came from above, "Okay, you not only stole the lights from the hospital, but also gathered for a night tour?"
The trainees looked up in shock.
At that moment, the hour hand, which had not reached eleven o'clock, moved forward one step again and stopped steadily on twelve.
The cold and fear climbed on their backs like a tide.
It's not the second day anymore, now it is the third day!
That is like hell, opening the third day of ultimate horror!
[Fuck! ! Scared me! ! 】
[My god, this head nurse's face is really pale and like a ghost, I almost never fly out when I see it at first glance]
[Grass, time has quickened again, it’s the third day, it’s over, why haven’t they found their clues yet, I’m so anxious, if I go on at this rhythm, I really feel like it’s going to die]
In such a situation, no one cares about getting into the formation or not, and one by one is frightened and ran away.
A few people were so scared that they turned around and ran to the ward on the first floor. They heard the lock lock outside the door as soon as they rushed in.
The door of the psychiatric hospital is locked at night. Once the ward round is over, the nurse will not be able to leave the ward overnight after locking the door.
Jiang Yuan hammered the door angrily, "Let me go out!"
However, the face of the nurse outside the door was just a grinning grin, threw the key into his mouth, and swallowed it in one bite.
Her open mouth was no more than an inch away from the glass door, as if teasing her prey, she was about to break through the window in the next second.
It was not a human mouth at all, but a big mouth full of fangs, covered with scarlet viscous plasma.
Jiang Yuan was so frightened that he took two steps backwards, taking out his special props from the system backpack almost as quickly as possible, and pasting a cinnabar talisman on the glass door.
"Rainy—"
As soon as the cinnabar symbol was put on it, a big fire broke out from the corner and started to ignite spontaneously.
The spontaneous combustion of the cinnabar talisman means that the thing outside is definitely not a good person, but a kind of very yin existence.
This talisman seal is a one-time item, and Jiang Yuan doesn't have a few in his hand, so it has been very economical.
But he didn't feel distressed. Nothing mattered.
Jiang Yuan looked at the face outside the glass door being scalded to the point of peeling, and screaming as he fled away with smoke, a burst of happiness surged in his heart.
"Damn, this ghost girl!"
His back was almost soaked in cold sweat, and when he recovered, he realized that his legs were soft and he couldn't stand up at all.
After a half-minute delay, Jiang Yuan climbed up from the ground again.
The lights on the negative first floor were originally dim, and visibility in the corridor outside was limited, and nothing could be seen at all. It seemed quiet as if he had entered a tomb.
The nurse locked the door just now, which meant that Jiang Yuan could only stay in the ward for one night.
He looked back vigilantly and looked back.
The ward was also dark.
Jiang Yuan's back was against the wall, always paying attention to the wind and grass nearby.
It stands to reason that if a talisman was burned just now, the yin-qi existence would not take the initiative to approach this ward for a certain period of time.
But Jiang Yuan still remembered that this was a copy with a difficulty close to that of S-level.
The higher the difficulty level, the shorter the safety time. Although he is only Grade C, he is also an old survivor, and he will not capsize in such details.
So Jiang Yuan continued to pay attention to the surrounding movement, taking out his last talisman seal from his backpack with his left hand, and groping for the switch on the wall with his right hand.
In the dark, he touched another extremely cold hand on the switch.
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Few people turned around and ran back to the negative first floor like Jiang Yuan.
More people followed the large army and rushed into the stairwell on the second floor without looking back.
"Boom, boom, boom—"
The iron plates laid on the stairs were slammed by them, echoing in a whole dark stairwell, it was impossible to tell where was where.
Under the dim light of the oil lamp, the darkness of the negative second floor was swayed away.
Rusty iron plates, peeling walls, damp and moldy corners where water is dripping, and moss filled in the gaps.
On both sides of the corridor is a row of rooms that can't be seen to the end. Except that the door is much dilapidated, it looks no different from the negative first floor at first glance. If you have to make a difference, it may be the mass of corpses lying in the dry blood on the ground torn to the point of inhumanity.
In a panic, the rickety oil lamp was hit by someone who didn't know, and one fell inadvertently and broke on the ground.
At the end of the day, the whole scene fell into an invisible darkness again, which was a terrible coincidence.
Messiah made a decisive decision: "Run separately, don't get caught!"
In the dark, no one knows who is who. You hit me, I give you a push, staggering to find a hiding place.
In order not to be caught, everyone began to run wildly.
Compared with other people, Zong Jiu, who has the key to the clearance, is very leisurely. Not only does he have enough energy to turn left and right to shake off Sheng Yu, he also picked a ward without a hassle and squatted on the back of the door to look outside. Condition.
After dozens of seconds, the footsteps gradually subsided.
Instead, it was the weird dragging sound that Zong Jiu and Zhuge heard secretly in the toilet that day.
They were transferred to a different space, to this space-time exile that was forever fixed thirty years ago.
Darkness flooded like a tide, and the dragging sound rubbed across the uneven concrete floor, and sounded in the broken corridor outside.
Most of the trainees hid, and the corridor was calm again.
Occasionally, the sound of footsteps will stop, usually a different sound will be heard in the next moment.
Every distinctive sound is the evidence that a person has been found.
The sound of the head being chopped off and then rolling to the ground, short and painful screams, and the loud noise of instantaneous spraying of fresh blood.
Listening to the voices outside, it seems that there are still old people clinging together and wanting to break through the encirclement and rush upstairs.
Only Zong Jiu, the old god squatting on the ground by the door, was happy to watch the show.
He thought, he should know who the remaining ghost is.
In the first two days of the psychiatric hospital, only those who were alone would be dragged into the alien space and realize the root of this copy. Under this circumstance, if everyone came to the second floor to explore in advance, it would be a solution to the matter.
It's a pity that everyone was under the leadership of that person, until the last day they chose Baotuan unremittingly, and thus missed the biggest message. This had to be delayed until the last day, when he went downstairs at the most dangerous time visible to the naked eye.
Not to mention, they still missed many key clues, consciously or unconsciously.
From the very beginning, he pointed out a clear path to the'wrong' for everyone, misled vague information, and used his own prestige and conviction to play with everyone.
How clever that person is, so clever that he didn't even make a head-on shot, he made a good person to the utmost in just a few words, and easily made everyone beg for mercy and be grateful.
How interesting, he is actually the secret trader, fooling everyone.
The most suspicious person is the one who seems the most unlikely and no one has ever doubted.
If Zong Jiu was the Messiah, he must have laughed inwardly now.
Look, what stupid people these are, so pitiful and laughable.
"Boom, boom, boom."
The footsteps in the corridor were getting closer, and it seemed that it was only a few steps away from the dormitory where Zong Jiu was now, and each step was like agitating the frequency of the heart shaking.
The white-haired youth squatted on the ground and stretched very leisurely.
The random task was completed, and after the second floor came, he also completed several dangerous challenges, so he should go.
Just when he yawned and wanted to read the key—
The raised wrist suddenly hit a cold and hard watch.
Zong Jiu raised his head abruptly, just to look at each other in the air with the interesting pair of eyes hidden behind the gold glasses.
"Wow, see what I caught?"
The man's voice was low, like thick Darjeeling tea melted into hot milk, full of richness and delicacy.
"Huh? A disobedient kitty that violates the regulations and swims at night?"
There was a tingling pain from the tip of the needle in the neck, and the choking smell of disinfectant enveloped Zong Jiu's body.
Unexpectedly, before he entered this cramped room, the doctor in a white coat had already stood here, waiting for him to wait.
The white-haired young man tried to open his eyes, but he could only see an increasingly blurred vision.
Before fainting, his last thought was—
Oh shit. The ship capsized.