When the consciousness returned to the cage again, Zong Jiu felt his mind was dizzy, and his body and limbs once again became the soreness that he felt when he first entered this instance.
At first glance, he was overused by medicine.
He didn't open his eyes, but kept his breathing frequency before waking up, quietly listening to the movements around him.
We can honestly say that Zong Jiu's current situation is really not good.
He could feel that he was tied to a narrow chair, and his whole body was tied with a wide restraint belt, unable to move.
The most important thing is that Zong Jiu's mouth was stuffed with a towel full of the smell of disinfectant water, which made him unable to speak, let alone read the key on the spot and pass the customs directly.
In other words, it is like a fried egg sticking to a pan. It is pressed on the ground and cannot be turned over no matter what. Even if you guard the wealth of Jinshan, there is no way to use it, you can only stare at it.
Zong Jiu: "..."
Gan! This time the car overturned.
[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, finally connected, finally connected! Ajiu don't cry, moms are here! 】
[Fuck, it's so exciting just after connecting it, isn't it appropriate? 】
[I just went to the other live broadcast rooms of this dungeon and looked at it. It seems that I have lost contact with me, and I was shocked. Fortunately, Brother Nine resumed the live broadcast and exhales.]
[Be reasonable... Actually, he is really lucky. If it weren’t for this perverted doctor to take him away from the second floor like no one, I’m afraid this white-haired beauty would have to be the same as He Jianlan and the others]
"Woke up?"
Just when he was calmly thinking about countermeasures, a low voice sounded faintly in the empty room.
Now that it has been seen through, Zong Jiu didn't bother to pretend it.
He has mastered the decisive hole cards, and now the only problem is that he needs to deal with this wise doctor who says I am very happy.
As long as the opponent can take off the towel from his mouth, even for a second, Zong Jiu can turn defeat into victory.
After thinking about it, the white-haired young man slowly opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding environment vigilantly.
The operating room is quite dim. The only light source is the spotlight projected from the operating table.
But for Zong Jiu, there is another light source—
The black iron box placed on the operating table was quietly braving the bright golden light, lightly spilling on the long and narrow surrounding texture.
Zong Jiu's eyes flashed.
When he was in the operating room last time, he received a very valuable piece of information.
"That little box once contained a very interesting thing... It's a pity that it was stolen by a shameful thief more than ten years ago..."
According to Zhuge An’s inference, Yi Space was just thirty years ago in the time axis of this mental hospital. And the bell rang at twelve o'clock on the third day, and all the trainees in the entire mental hospital were dragged into the different space, which meant that Zong Jiu was not only in the different space, but also exactly 30 years ago.
Thirty years ago, this S-level prop had not experienced theft, but it was placed here in an elegant way, in a place within Zong Jiu's reach.
Although he was bound to win, Zong Jiu was still calm on the surface, and after inadvertently glanced at it, he could hide his heart even if the storms and seas turned thousands of times.
The doctor in a white coat was standing on his left hand side close at hand. I don't know if he noticed Zong Jiu's little movement, the man's eyes were even more interested, looking at him condescendingly, his mouth still had an unclear smile as always.
I don't know if it's because of being in a different space. Compared with the operating room thirty years later, the equipment in this operating room looks much older. Even the electric chair Zong Jiu is sitting on is an antique of the last century, with rusty electrodes all over the ends of the wires.
And now, these cold electrodes are all attached to his body.
Zong Jiu himself was stripped of his upper body again, and he was in close contact with the electrode pads, like a tentacle occupied by an octopus sucker.
The doctor is picking up an electrode pad with a scalpel and placing it firmly on his chest.
Seeing Zong Jiu opened his eyes, he casually ran down with the tip of a knife maliciously, and smiled at the white-haired young man with a chill.
"I've said it. If a disobedient patient is caught, he must be punished."
For a moment, Zong Jiu felt like a fish being pressed on a felt board, letting the other party hold a blade to cut the skin texture, and then commented on the matter at first glance and pronounced trial.
This kind of aggrieved thing is really the first time in Zong Jiuchang's life, whether it is tolerable or unbearable.
"Um... Um..."
He also tried to arouse Dr. Chu's interest only by making sounds from the throat and vocal cords.
It only takes time to get the towel off and he can come back.
What he didn't expect was that at the next moment, without warning, the power was turned on instantly.
The small, fluffy electric current rushed up the long wire like a tens of thousands of needles, rushing deeply into Zong Jiu-chi's/naked body.
Fuck, this lunatic who doesn't play cards according to common sense!
Dr. Chu did not increase the voltage to a height enough to cause death all at once. He just controlled it to a value that could make people feel unbearable pain, but would not pass out of a coma, and was still within the acceptable range of normal people. Then after finishing all this, I stood aside in time, with the light patrolling like a poisonous snake, watching the scene in front of me cross-handed.
At the moment of electrification, the young man's eyebrows frowned, and his whole body was unconsciously undulating under the stimulation of the dense electric current.
Not long after, big beads of sweat leaked out from between his hair finely and densely, along with the long white hair, like a serpentine snake, clinging to the beautiful waist/abdomen without any traces of blemish. It looks like a layer of shiny beeswax, and the feast that was just put on the table looks very delicious.
People will experience slight burns under the stimulation of electric current, which is why people are sweating profusely now.
Because of the tingling, the tingling redness slowly diffused from the cyan blood vessels, dizzy with the sweat, and before a moment, Zong Jiu seemed to have just been salvaged from the water, and his whole body was fully cooked.
"After disinfection, you can start the operation. I promise you will be my favorite work."
The man pleased from such a reaction, the scalpel flying up his fingertips spinning and jumping on the flames, performing a bloody dance of art and elegance between his slender fingers.
Perhaps because of a short circuit of a certain wire, small sparks almost appeared at the end of the electrode sheet.
At this moment, the person in the electric chair trembled forward suddenly.
Because the whole body was restrained by the restraint belt, the young man could only hang his head after being unconscious. Sweat-soaked long white hair hung from his forehead one by one, and the whole body was in a panic with steam that was so hot that it almost became a substance.
Crystal sweat is still rolling down from the center of the forehead, tracing the tip of the nose along the tall bridge of the nose, dropping to the ground drop by drop, smearing a cloud of dark marks.
The doctor raised his eyebrows.
Milky white rubber gloves slowly pushed upward along the young man's jaw line.
Even if there is a layer of gloves between the two skins, a man's cold fingers can still easily penetrate the texture of the bone marrow.
Farther away, the clock stopped on the hour.
The last time Dr. Chu appeared on the scene was also on the hour. In an instant, Zong Jiu was struck by the inspiration of lightning and flint.
"Is it only possible to this extent?"
He sighed, showing an expression of lack of interest, and slantingly picked up the young man's white hair hanging on the sideburns, and the tip of the knife was about to swim to the upper eyelid.
"Really sorry."
The moment the tip of the knife was pierced in the air, the young man's drooping head suddenly lifted up. With a thunderous force, with the close distance between the two of them, he slammed into the bright and sharp scalpel.
This is undoubtedly suicidal behavior.
Everything happens between the electric light and flint. When the doctor subconsciously shifted the handle of the knife, Zong Jiu had successfully wrapped the towel in his mouth on the tip of the knife, and the corners of his mouth grew wider.
"Tear and pull—"
After the tip of the knife was wrapped in a towel, the remaining section was slashed towards the cheek.
Under the stimulation of the electric current, the red-faced white-haired young man raised his head.
On one side of his cheek, a very thin wound was slowly oozing viscous blood lines, which matched the background color of his skin, and it was extremely beautiful.
The saliva-stained towel slid down with the force of the tip of the knife and rolled to the dusty ground.
Facing the doctor's eyes in the white coat, Zong Jiu responded with a provocative smile and moved the key.
Almost the next second, the surrounding environment changed completely.
The large strips of peeling walls and the surgical tools that were worn to the point of falling paint disappeared, replaced by pale walls and a block of dirty brown glass display walls. The skull inside stared at him hollowly, and the slender black snake opened its fangs and walked gracefully in the gaps between the corpses filled with glass bottles.
He came back from a different space thirty years ago.
Zong Jiu was lying on the closed electric chair, his chest undulating violently, panting for breath.
In pnpso's puzzle solving, if the key is related to the whole point, the whole point is o'clock in English, eliminating the extra k.
Use the Virginia cipher to reverse it, then you can conclude that the original text is bleem, and bleem is the set of keys.
But this is just a guess.
Zong Jiu had only one chance. If he guessed wrong, he would die on the electric/chair, and would not have a second chance to read other keys. This was originally an extremely risky thing.
He chose to bet.
Now everyone in the mental hospital has been dragged to a different space, but the normal space is empty and safe.
In the silence, the white-haired young man bowed his head slowly, waiting for his arm to regain consciousness.
When thinking of the key just now, Zong Jiu could choose to directly change the landing time node to three days later specified by the main system, so that he could immediately become the second passer in Zhuge's shadow.
But Zong Jiu didn't.
Not only did he not, he also chose to move the time forward and return to thirty years later.
If you have to find out the reason... of course you can’t swallow that breath, smile.
This hatred will not avenge the non-gentleman, and the hatred will not retaliate against others. He's been bullied, so the spirit guy can still bear it
After about a few minutes, Zong Jiu stood up tremblingly from the electric chair, and under the hissing gaze of the black snake, dragging his body that had been paralyzed by electricity, limping around this room. Walked around in the operating room.
Soon, Zong Jiu found the target he was looking for during this trip in a corner full of debris.
The white-haired young man bent down with effort, picked up the heavy hammer from the ground, weighed it twice in his hand, felt the strength of his wrist recovery, and showed a satisfied smile.
With a cold face, Zong Jiu walked to the operating table and read the key again.
But in less than a second, the light squeezed down again.
The wall peeled off and rust was flying. The transformation between space and space is easily presented by the owner who holds the key of time and space.
God was also looking after Zong Jiu. The figure in the white coat stood beside the electric chair with his back facing him, looking down as if he was packing something in the medical box.
The dim operating room was extremely quiet, and Dr. Chu would never have thought that someone would appear out of thin air behind him.
Zong Jiu smiled sadly.
Before the man could react, he raised the hoe in his hand high.
"Boom—"
Give me a hammer!
With his hands up and the hammer down, he is another hero who is doing harm to the people, so cool!
If you go down with a hammer, you will be disabled if you don't die.
[Hahahahahahahahahaha]
[The fog grass is so cruel, there is a pain in the back of my head]
[Hahahahahahaha I'm sorry I really laughed crazy! ! ! 】
Before reciting the key for the third time, Zong Jiu stepped on the bridge of the nose with the golden glasses and raised his hand to embrace the black tin box with golden light on the table.
All the backgrounds melted like water and milk, quickly dissipating from the field of vision, and finally turned into fuzzy and squiggly color blocks, disappearing.
The icy system prompt sounded.
[Congratulations to trainee Zongjiu for obtaining the S-level item X1]
【E-level trainee Zong Nine. Successful customs clearance]
In the other distant darkness, the man sitting in the high-back chair suddenly opened his eyes.
The transparent doll silk on the slender fingers flew and spun, pierced and detached from the void dimension, and began to slowly recover.
[NPC playing task progress has failed]
[Venue: A-level Individual Show Dungeon Mental Hospital]
[Playing the role of NPC: a perverted psychiatrist with a strange collection addiction]
[Cause of failure: the character loses the ability to act]
... ...
"I didn't choose to leave the dungeon directly, instead I dormant and looked back."
In the dead silence, the man suddenly chuckled.
"interesting."