Thriller Trainee

Ten o'clock.

Zong Jiu stared at the dial that seemed to be frozen, thoughtfully.

The clocks in this hospital are very interesting. There are only clocks hanging on the walls of the dining room and the stairs between the floors, but they don't have a second hand, only hour and minute hands. The minute hand only moves one step every five minutes.

This causes the minute hand to freeze for five minutes at that moment after each step, and will not move again until the next five minutes. After twelve divisions are completed, it is the time for the hour hand to advance.

The pupils of the white-haired youth were slightly sinking.

This reminded Zong Jiu of something not big or small.

Last night, he walked from the reading room on the first floor to the toilet on the first floor, preparing to experience the danger and challenge of the death of the original owner according to the original plot.

As he turned the corner of the stairs, Zong Jiu paid special attention to the time on the clock.

If I remember correctly, the clock at that time was also pointing at ten o'clock.

It's just that everyone left the restaurant at half past eight last night. After reading the materials in the reading room for a while, it was almost ten o'clock, so the time in the stairwell last night did not attract much attention from Zong Jiu.

But today is different.

They finished breakfast at exactly eight o'clock. Even if there was a delay in the operating room on the first floor, the probability of it being delayed until ten o'clock was not high.

Coupled with this inexplicable two more stairs...

Zong Jiu didn't believe there was such a coincidence in this world, especially in this copy of the personal show.

The appearance of two ten o'clock must mean something, and there is a message that Zong Jiu didn't know.

He is now standing at the end of this staircase. Behind his left hand is a dark winding staircase leading to the second floor. Opposite the corridor on the first floor, the stairwell behind him was extinguished in the light. There was an unspeakable sense of violation all around.

Although the psychiatric hospital is usually so quiet, the quiet today is obviously not unusual.

What's more interesting is that the iron gate on the negative first floor has changed.

The original rusty door is now as new as ever, and even the glass windows inlaid on each door panel are wiped clean, as if they had just been replaced, shining with cold light.

Not only Zong Jiu, but the viewers who were watching his live broadcast also found something wrong.

[Mom, I'm just a flash god, why the front door suddenly changed new, sluggish. jpg]

[Wait, what's the situation? Is this being pulled into a different dimension? After all, this copy has used such a **** method to tell us that its upper limit is very high...]

[Usually this happens in horror movie copies, and it’s always a cool rhythm. Let me just say, why did you break up with the son, so big a golden thigh, don’t hold it, and have to die by yourself, speechless, really is a newcomer who is not afraid of tigers, and has such a good-looking face. I didn’t expect it to be a vase]

The white-haired youth did not act rashly.

He didn't even move forward, but squatted down on the spot, grinding on the ground with his slender fingers.

After Zong Jiu raised his hand, his hand was already stained with a thin layer of ashes, like the precipitation of something after a long time.

In addition, Zong Jiu also found some unknown existence on the ground. For example, the scattered crystals after broken glass, and the blank pages that no one cares about are scattered on the wall.

This is strange, because these things shouldn't appear here, they should appear in buildings that have been abandoned for many years.

When he accurately determined that there was a problem, even the lights in the stairwell became dim.

Zong Jiu untied another hair loop wrapped around his arm and held the Shun Lai ballpoint pen in his hand as a temporary weapon.

The lights in the corridor on the first floor were completely extinguished, and at this moment, only a cloud of darkness covered by a thick fog could be seen.

He pressed his back against the wall, and under the stunned people of the barrage, not only did he not turn his head to the stairwell with lights, but slowly moved towards the depths of the corridor on the first floor.

[Damn, he's going to die? It's all this time, running without turning around, and walking towards the dull place? 】

[My God, what is Ah Jiu doing, there is not a light in the corridor, so dark, what should I do in case of an accident]

[An E-level rookie, who doesn't even have special items, dare to be so reckless? ? ? 】

[Damn, don’t you bring someone like that if you’re looking for death...]

Obviously, after Zong Jiu and the old people had a hard meal, the audience in the live broadcast room was generally not optimistic about his prospects.

With such a clear level of difficulty, what is it that you give up your advantage and place your order instead of shooting yourself in the foot?

Seeing a dark patch in the distance on the screen, everyone squeezed sweat for him.

Zong Jiu didn't know the thoughts of these bystanders, of course, even if he knew it, he wouldn't care much.

He leaned against the wall and walked steadily to the left of the negative first floor step by step.

On the right side of the negative first floor is the confinement room, and at the end of the left side is the toilet. There is only one side of the corridor with a ward, and the other side is full of pale walls. This also facilitates Zong Jiu's movement.

The end of his straight walk is exactly where the toilet is.

The youth is very cautious, and will stop after every few steps, just like a patient, agile and sensitive cheetah on the African savannah, listening to the movement in the dark with ears erected, patiently looking for their hunting opportunities.

The audience in the live broadcast room was alarmed by the short journey.

Zong Jiu is now completely dark in all directions, and he can only tell where he is by leaning on the wall behind him, and he can see nothing in his field of vision.

But for the live broadcast effect, the images that the audience sees from the live broadcast room are the result of intelligent processing by the main system.

The audience is from the perspective of God, and the main system also lights up for them intimately, so the barrage can clearly see whether there are any "good friends" suddenly appearing next to the white-haired youth, even worse than Zong Jiu's vision. The host reacted quickly, so he added a bit of excitement, for fear that something shouldn't come out in the next moment.

[Why...I thought I would not be afraid of watching the live broadcast, but now I find that this is obviously more terrifying than my own copy! ! 】

[Ah oh oh oh, this is an S-level copy. I don't want him to die with such a beautiful face! Why is Ah Jiu so heartbroken, Wang cried out with a cry]

[No, no, I have to quit the live broadcast room to save my life. If the newcomer is not dead in half an hour, then I will be back. Please remember to kick me.]

[Everyone send more barrage, I am not afraid of barrage at critical moments to save my life 55555555]

When his shoulder touched another hard wall, the barrage let out a collective sigh of relief.

For a short stretch of road, Zong Jiu walked for almost ten minutes before finishing it.

But fortunately, the road was calm, and nothing happened.

However, the movements of the white-haired youth did not stop.

He touched the wall at the end of the corridor with one hand, holding the pen in the other hand, and began to move longitudinally along the right-angled edge between the two walls.

Until his left hand felt empty.

The first one on the right at the end of the corridor on the left is the toilet.

finally reached.

Zong Jiu was not in a hurry to walk in, he clung to the wall, always paying attention to the surrounding movements.

The darkness is still extremely quiet.

From the angle where he is standing now, he can only see the faint light spots projected by the oil lamp at the corner of the corridor stairwell in the distance, and the rows of silent iron doors.

It was a big mental hospital, and it was terribly silent.

The barrage was confused by his behavior.

[No, wait, I thought he wanted to go back to the ward to hide, but he originally wanted to go to the toilet, I really felt confused]

[Are there any mistakes? What happened to this toilet last night, did he forget (panic face.jpg)]

[...I see now that I finally understand, in fact, he just wants to die.]

Even so, if Zong Jiu opens his personal homepage at this moment, he will find that the number of his live room has begun to skyrocket again.

It's good to be as steady as an ordinary trainee, and follow the team action, but it lacks the appreciation and fun of writing. Everyone likes to watch excitement. Zong Jiu showed enough excitement. What he played was heartbeat, which naturally attracted a large number of fans.

Finally, after confirming that there was nothing turbulent around him, Zong Jiu turned and walked into the bathroom.

Unlike usual, the pungent smell of disinfectant in the bathroom disappeared. Instead, there was a nauseating smell of blood.

Zong Jiu roughly estimated the position in his heart, and backhand took out a small wooden box from the pocket of the hospital gown.

Fortunately, the doctor only cut his shirt. If he cut his trousers as well, this thing would definitely be confiscated as a prohibited item. That Zong Jiu couldn't wait to explore in the dark now, but should enjoy the electric chair service.

His fingers flexibly drew a match from the wooden box and lighted it.

The barrage exclaimed.

[Fuck, what the **** is this box of matches? The mental hospital still gives patients this kind of stuff? 】

【? ? ? Does anyone tell me where did he get this box of matches? Mao Mao Doubt. jpg]

[Impossible, I have been following his live broadcast room, why didn't I find that he got a match! 】

The rising flames dispersed the surrounding darkness, gradually revealing the true features of the bathroom.

The shining range of a small cluster of firelight is really limited, but fortunately, Zong Jiu didn't experience the thrilling routine of a female ghost hanging upside down in front of him when he hit a match.

...Well, but it's not much better.

In front of the white-haired youth, the dirty sink was filled with a bucket of blood.

The headless corpse in a hospital gown was drooping by the sink, and the blood between his fingers had long formed a black scab, looking terrible.

There is no doubt that this is the corpse of the glasses that Messiah they have been unable to find.

No wonder they can't find it.

After all, who would have thought that in this small psychiatric hospital, there is still a different-dimensional space that does not know the entrance.

Facing such a tragic scene, Zong Jiu didn't even blink his eyes.

He even held a match and leaned over to the broken neck of the corpse by the sink to take a closer look.

The matches are not long. After a while, the flame flickered and went out in the air.

The white-haired youth squinted in the **** darkness.

Contacting the few known original plots, he finally verified the guess in his heart.

But after all, this is not a suitable place to stay for a long time, maybe you will get a different place in minutes.

Zong Jiu didn't intend to delay, but just when he turned around——

"Boom."

A faint sound of footsteps came from behind him gently.

Zong Jiu's eyes shrank, and he held the ballpoint pen in his hand and pierced it towards that direction.

His movements were very fast, and even caused a swift wind in the air.

However, the opponent is faster than him.

Almost the moment Zong Jiu made his move, the person in the darkness turned his palm into a knife and slashed at his wrist fiercely.

This hack was merciless, and used ten percent of the strength, and it was estimated that he had been prepared long ago.

One carelessly, the ballpoint pen fell.

He is a practicing family.

Zong Jiu came up with this information with only one fight.

He endured the pain in his wrist and continued to fight the opponent.

If Zong Jiu's hand is still intact, maybe he can make two more shots. But unfortunately, his hands are not as flexible as before, so he can barely use the muscles of his arms to unload.

"You are not my opponent."

After a few tricks, the people in the dark suddenly made a noise.

The man raised his hand with Tai Chi fist, and his rough palm easily buckled the slender wrist of the white-haired young man from the air.

Zong Jiu suddenly stopped his movements.

He remembered this soft, magnetic, cold voice.

When I was in the horror trainee studio, this voice asked the main system under the eyes of tens of thousands of people. But from the questioning, it can be seen that the speaker is thoughtful and comprehensive, and has won a lot of valuable information for other trainees.

Just when Zong Jiu wanted to answer, the mysterious person's voice suddenly became low.

"Something is coming."

Not only the mysterious person, but Zong Jiu also heard the noise in the corridor in the distance.

He and the other party looked at each other almost subconsciously in the dark, and then flashed into the toilet cubicle on the side at the same time.

The toilet cubicle is narrow and cramped, and the place to stay is very limited, let alone stand two big men. But now the situation is critical, and they can't take care of so much, so they have to make do with it.

I quickly dropped the lock with eyesight and hands, and when the rotating lock made a slight noise in the air, the entire bathroom was silent again.

Neither of them spoke, their bodies tense in the dark.

"Boom—Boom—Boom—"

About three minutes later, the noise in the corridor became louder and louder.

The unknown thing had reached the door of the toilet, only a few meters away from them hiding behind the door.

Because of the darkness, their hearing was improved to an incredible acuity.

For example, at this moment, an unknown existence appeared in Zong Jiu's mind, with a **** ho sound in his throat, and a certain part of his body dropped to the ground, dragging a creepy rustle, and walking around.

It's not a beautiful existence when you hear it. Whether it is human or not is still unknown.

"Boom—Boom—Boom—"

The sound is getting closer. Close to the distance of only one partition.

There was a terrifying sound of marbles in the dark.

Falling from a height to the ground, it bounced lightly, making a series of cool noises.

In many folk vernaculars, the sound of marbles heralds the arrival of certain existences.

At this critical juncture, Zong Jiu found that he was still as calm as ever, and it was difficult to generate fear.

He even spared a bit of attention to the person hiding in the bathroom with him.

Although Zong Jiu is a magician, in order to recover his hands over the years, he has often gone all over the world to seek partial methods.

Since medicine and modern science couldn't solve it, he once placed his hopes on occultism. Zong Jiu also practiced for a few years after he obtained a set of body-building qigong in a certain Taoist temple. Although the hands were not healed, the body was much stronger than before.

He dared to say that unless it was those practicing family, he would never be defeated so early. But when Zong Jiu had just fought against each other, he discovered that the opponent actually knew the number of his attacks, and even used a set of more complete and same lines to fight back.

If you are a trainee...unless you are a survivor who has strengthened your physical fitness. Such conditions are not many in the entire mental hospital. For example, like that Jiang Yuan who must rely on his senior status to rely on the old and sell his old, Zong Jiu made him beat him all over the ground with one hand.

Coupled with the preconditions that he has never heard of the voice in this copy, thinking about it this way, the result is ready to come out.

"Boom—"

At this moment, there was another sound outside the door.

The blood ticked up from the sink, and the smell of blood became stronger.

Zong Jiu could even hear the weird sound of the headless corpse being pulled by something on the ankle and dragging it across the smooth surface.

The dragging sound is long and winding.

When they walked outside their compartment, the sound stopped abruptly.

In the dark, such stillness is far more terrifying than action.

Has it been discovered?

At this time, Zong Jiu was more fortunate to stand at the back of the compartment door. Even if the door is really opened, it is the mysterious person who suffers first.

The next second, the light suddenly turned on, and the smell of blood disappeared.

There was a chattering voice outside the door.

"You said, what good is it for the Son to let us come here and check it again."

A louder voice complained, "Didn't they all these high-level guys dug the toilet three feet into the ground, didn't they still find nothing."

"Who knows. Maybe their old people just want to make others scare us again."

The other person sniffed, and his voice lowered, "You said what they said this morning would not be true...that F-class really, uh, was made into a head mop, hung on On the sink?"

"You just believe what they said? You have to make up stories that are more like this."

The newcomer with a loud voice cursed, "Don't tm say this, we are still checking here now, unlucky."

"Okay, it's all here, let's go back to the ward if we just check it, they won't know anyway."

As he said, the newcomer pushed the toilet cubicle door, and said puzzledly: "Huh? Why can't this door be opened."

"Hey, is there someone going to the toilet inside? Let's check it out. Let me reply."

Zong Jiu glanced at Zhuge An, who was standing beside him, opened the door and walked out.

The young man with messy white hair and suspicious redness on his face rubbed his wrist and walked straight out of the compartment.

The big black-haired guy who followed him had a cold face, but his shirt was slightly embarrassed, his cuffs were slightly folded, and he looked like he had just experienced strenuous exercise.

New people standing outside:?

...Two men go to the bathroom together?

This dare to love, the relationship is pretty good.