Thriller Trainee

Dr. Chu didn't mean to lower his voice at all. Many trainees who were about to leave the operating room heard it.

He Jianlan turned his head abruptly, his eyes rolling between the white-haired young man and the doctor in white coat without any secret.

Not only him, but even Messiah looked over in a bit of astonishment, with worry in his azure blue eyes.

No one knows what the "check" this dangerous doctor is talking about, and why he suddenly called Zong Jiu to go first.

But there is no doubt that Zong Jiu has no room for rejection.

In this mental hospital, patients have no right to disobey any orders of medical staff. The hapless man lying on the operating table just now is the best example.

In the copy of the horror film, the survivalist is the existence at the bottom of the food chain. Not only must you avoid those unknown ‘good friends’, but you must also not harm NPCs. Otherwise, not only will the instance score be increased, but on the contrary, it will be back down.

It wasn’t a team that didn’t want to do this before. Relying on their special props and special physique, they killed a key npc in that dungeon, which resulted in the collapse of the main storyline of the subsequent dungeon. In the end, everyone got the "F" rating of the main system when the dungeon was settled. Implement the whole team obliteration.

This resulted in the unprecedented power of the dungeon NPC, especially in the mental hospital of this personal show.

Since they have entered the dungeon, they have to follow the rules of this dungeon. People who do not follow the rules usually have no good end.

"Line up, one by one."

The doctor waved his hand, and the full-faced nurses were like pushing chickens, pushing all the people in hospital gowns into the aisle between the operating room and the corridor.

By the time, there are only two people left in the largest operating room.

The black snake hanging upside down on the lamp hissed his letter, and the obsidian cold snake eyes stared at the white patch without blinking.

Zong Jiu stood there honestly, his eyes staring at a corner of the ground like stagnant water.

He hasn't forgotten the setting of the autistic teenager on his ID card, and now he is also playing this role perfectly, trying not to be seen by this nasty npc.

In the vision of his eyes, he just stepped on the edge of the elongated black shadow, as if standing at the prestige of some grinning fate.

The leather shoes are approaching.

Stepped through the danger zone.

The shadow completely enveloped him.

Immediately afterwards, the man took off his left glove slowly, pinched Zong Jiu's chin with his cold hand, and lifted the young man's face semi-compulsively.

The doctor in a white coat stood under the only light source in the room, with an unpredictable smile on his face.

Only after getting close, he will find that he has an amazing personality charm, fierce and sharp, with a deep sense of disobedience.

He stared at those pale pink eyes, half amazed and half meaningful.

"Look, a rare albinism with autism."

Zong Jiu, who was staring at him so straightforwardly, didn't move at all, and he didn't even respond at all.

The young man was forced to raise his head, the headband tied behind his ear was untied, and his long white hair fell from his shoulders like a ribbon.

His beautiful face was numb and indifferent without a trace of blemish, and his thin lips were lightly pursed. He looked beautifully like a delicate puppet in a doll shop, beautiful but lacking soul.

Perhaps it is this indifference that makes men interested.

"Sizzle—"

Without warning, the sharp tip of the scalpel suddenly pierced the blue and white striped hospital gown, cutting down along the texture.

The cloth slipped lightly to the ground, exposing large patches of pale skin to the cold air.

The young man's upper body has no fat, and the waist/body is slender, and the beautifully shaped body lines are tight in the dim light, like the finest, non-adulterated jade, which is bright and disappearing, so you can see the incredible.

The trainees behind him swallowed.

The barrage of Zong Jiu’s live broadcast directly exploded, and the number of online users has risen almost exponentially.

[Fog grass, fog grass, fog grass, fog grass, fog grass, this doctor contemporary male Bodhisattva! 】

[I prprprpr, I can! I can! ! Ah Jiu is too beautiful, right awsl]

[Who can stand such a crit of beauty! I just ask! also! Have! Who! 】

[I’m giao, I rushed in from other people’s live broadcast rooms, I’ll just lick it first if I don’t say much.]

[It's worthy of being the number one face value of the horror trainee... It's absolutely absolutely impossible, my hand has already begun to disobey the screenshot]

The eyes of the man hidden behind the gold-threaded glasses glowed with thick ink, like an abyss.

"it's beautiful......"

The doctor behind the lens watched this scene in amazement, the bright scalpel flew back into his pocket, and once again pulled out a long ice cone from the box behind him.

The ice cone this time is not a surgical ice cone, but a genuine long cone made of ice.

The trainee guarding the door almost didn't get goosebumps by this action.

They looked at the youth with their backs to their sunken waists, and remembered the tragedy that Doctor Chu had not hesitated to pierce the ice cone into the newcomer's eye sockets. They couldn't help swallowing saliva over the content of the next treatment, and their legs were a little soft.

Unexpectedly, the ice cone did not pierce anyone's eye sockets.

It landed on the delicate skin like suet jade, fainting a drop of melted ice water.

Suddenly touching the skin, the doctor saw the young man's beautiful upper body flinch instinctively with satisfaction.

"Let me check it out."

The man's movements kept moving, the cold-lighted tip slid like a dragonfly, and walked on the pale drawing paper like a brush, trying to apply a different color.

The temperature of human beings is naturally much higher than that of ice cones. The melting ice cones leave a string of bright water marks on the body, sliding down along the texture of the skin, tick and tick, and sink into the waist.

Under the torment of such cold and tingling, the white-haired young man's eyelashes moved slightly.

His chin was still pinched tightly by the doctor, unable to move half a minute.

The youth's expression was indifferent, the slender neck raised up like a dying white swan, fragile and with a fatal sense of beauty, making the ink in the man's eyes darker and darker.

"Why don't you speak?"

The fingers holding the chin grew harder, almost pressing the bruise.

Even so, he still did not speak, but silently endured everything.

With this acting skill, Zong Jiu felt that he should get an Oscar figurehead.

In order to be able to complete a few more dangerous challenges, in order to get a little more survival points to treat himself, he simply paid too much. All of this betrayed the flesh/body, openly naked/exposed, and the influence is really not good.

Of course, having said that, quite a grudge, he wrote down this matter in his notebook no less than ten times.

Zong Jiu kept staring at the operating table with dull eyes, thinking that this quack doctor had better pray not to fall on his hands.

Although it was much shorter than the few minutes of ice cone frontal lobe surgery, it still took a long time.

It may be that Zong Jiu's silence finally made the man feel bored.

He followed the white-haired youth's gaze and turned his head, smiling vaguely, "Are you interested in that black tin box?"

"That box once contained a very interesting little thing, but unfortunately it was stolen by a shameful thief decades ago, and its whereabouts are unknown."

The trainee standing at the door was excited.

Zong Jiu turned his back to them, and was a distance away, not quite able to see what was going on.

But the black tin box is different! That's a clue about S-level props! Who doesn't want to know?

Everyone stared at the white-haired young man's back with fiery eyes, and they wanted to rush up to answer him.

However, before Zong Jiu could respond, Dr. Chu suddenly let go of the hand that held his jaw.

"However, there is no doubt."

His voice was low and bewitching, "It will be retrieved by me, from the present, not the past."

Tap the white gloved hand on the young man's clavicle/bone.

The man lowered his voice and chuckled, "Want to know more?"

The rubbing on the surface of the rough fabric makes the skin uncomfortable, but with a little effort, the pale skin has dazzling red marks, like plum blossoms falling in snow, which are very abrupt.

They were too close, so close that Zong Jiu could easily smell the disinfectant and rust around the white coat.

There is even the kind of condescending pity, like a superior person.

It is never too late for a gentleman to avenge him.

Zong Jiu muttered silently in his heart, but the corners of his lips became more straight, suppressing the anger in his heart.

He hates that people look at him this way.

The doctor played with him for a while, and Ji Er leaned over, leaned to his ear, and said in a voice that only two people could hear——

"Do you believe...between three and four, there is an integer?"

The light pink pupils flashed an arc quickly.

After saying this, the doctor put his hands in his pockets and straightened up again, his face regained the cynical frivolous smile.

"The inspection is complete. Your body is very healthy, and there are no hidden problems except mental illness."

He waved his hand casually, "I'll talk about the rest tomorrow."

"Yes, Master Chu."

The nurse immediately took out a new medical gown and gave it to Zong Jiu. They pulled the young man's slender arms and drove him out of the operating room along with other trainees.

With such a casual attitude, he said that he would not check if he didn't check, and Zong Jiu doubted that the other party came for him.

But he really couldn't figure out where he caught the other party's attention, and he obviously was as quiet as a chicken after entering this dungeon.

Zong Jiu glanced at his grasped arm. With his sight and crowd crowding, he stretched out his other hand to the caregiver in front of him without a trace.

"Kang Dang--"

The heavy iron door was heavily closed.

In his field of vision, the doctor in a white coat took off his glasses and raised his hand to extinguish the light on the operating table.

The whole room returned to the darkness of eternal silence, and the white coat was outlined together. Inseparable, completely natural, as if they were born like this.

Just after Zong Jiu backhanded something into his pocket, he suddenly looked in Zong Jiu's direction and hooked the corner of his mouth.

[This doctor is too enthusiastic! 】

[My God, this level of danger, it must be the boss of this dungeon, no doubt]

[No wonder this dungeon can have S-level props, which are not found in the other live broadcast venues next door. Think about it, this venue looks ordinary, but there are two S grades, one no.3 and one no.7. According to the urinary nature of the main system, I guess this dungeon might actually be able to touch the S The edge of the dungeon...]

[Wait, what I said upstairs does seem to make sense, otherwise, how can I explain that there are no S-level props in other venues, but does this copy have it? 】

[Damn, if your guess is true, wouldn’t it...for all the newcomers of this copy (点蜡.jpg) (点蜡.jpg) (点蜡.jpg)]

......

Zong Jiu was very concerned about Dr. Chu's clues about S-level props.

Between three and four, there is an integer.

There is no doubt that this sentence is completely unworkable to explain it solely by mathematics. This existence does not count at all and is a false proposition.

But since it was spoken from an important NPC, even if it seemed meaningless, it became meaningful. Or in other words, this clue must be established in the current copy.

Zong Jiu suspected that this sentence was not only about the mysterious S-level item, but was even closely related to the main line of this dungeon.

Decades ago, it happened to be able to compare the shabby newspaper clippings they found in the reading room. The mental hospital at that time was still a wartime military base, and it was also the source of the hospital's quirks.

But if the equation is true, what would that mysterious integer be? What happened decades ago, what kind of S-level props were in that black tin box, and how does it relate to the main line of this dungeon?

When the nurse let go of his hand and turned and left, Zong Jiu still stood still thinking.

After he recovered from his thinking, he was already surrounded by trainees on the inside and the outside.

Each of these trainees' eyes flashed with greed, and the expressions looking at him were full of suspicion, jealousy, and covetousness, which was disgustingly ugly.

"Hey, we have called you for a long time, why are you unresponsive."

"What did the doctor tell you, why didn't you answer?"

"Are you trying to embezzle? Everyone found the clues together, I tell you, you have a share!"

Zong Jiu: "..."

He reasonably suspected that the neuropathic doctor was deliberate.

Even if Zong Jiu was not pleased, it would obviously take some time to brew before it was reduced to the current situation.

However, the appearance of Dr. Chu disrupted all of Zong Jiu's plans, making it impossible for him to finish this morning's information on the Saint Child's side and then retreat.

There are really enough dogs.

Zong Jiu cursed inwardly, raising his eyebrows lazily.

"Oh, do I have to tell you? If it's not wrong, it was you who begged me to tell you the information."

"You are asking for help?"

The others were stunned.

Their impression of this white hair is pretty and taciturn. At this moment, they saw that he had obtained the clues of the S-level props, and they were trying to use coercive and coercive forms to put the words out. Unexpectedly, this E-level was so stubborn, and he came back directly. Up. For a while, the people who were still twittering were dumbfounded.

Zhuge, who was about to leave straight away, had a secret footstep and raised his eyes with interest.