Thriller Trainee

Sheng Yu opened his eyes wide: "Did you not eat?"

In the palm of the white-haired young man's hand, the little white pill was lying intact, without any trace of wetness on it.

Zong Jiu glanced at him: "It's just a trick."

For a magician, flexible fingers are simply the most introductory exercise. Even if Zong Jiu's hands are still stiff now, he is familiar with various hiding techniques, and hiding a small pill is more than enough.

Not to mention Sheng Yu, who had been following him, even the barrage was extremely surprised.

[Wow, I just saw him throw the pill in his mouth, and he drank a big sip of water]

[Yes, yes, I saw it too! And the spooky head nurse has been staring at him clearly]

[Is it a prop? ? ? Impossible, isn’t he a newcomer, where did the props come from?]

[If there are no props, wouldn't it be hidden by ability. This trick is amazing, this newcomer really has something]

Sheng Yu's startled breath drew everyone, and the other trainees in the restaurant looked at the pill in Zong Jiu's hand and looked different.

To be reasonable, in fact, regardless of the elderly or the newcomers, there is not much difference in physical fitness alone.

The rules for infinite loops are very harsh. Human beings are always under the food chain of ghosts, and survivors cannot break away from the racial category of "humans", even if there is an adventure of racial transformation in the special high-level dungeons, humans are in their bones, which is an unchangeable fact. No matter how many copies you have gone through, you cannot change these two points.

Survivors can collect different props in the dungeon based on the clues revealed by the npc, and rely on the power of these props to save their lives.

The survival points that are settled after each copy can be used to strengthen oneself, or strengthen existing props, etc. But no matter how hard it is, it can't go beyond the universal boundaries of mankind. For example, no matter how hard a person strengthens his own power, it is impossible for him to lift a building out of thin air and become an existence like the Hulk.

In addition, compared with boosters, there are too many survival points needed to strengthen oneself, so unless there is really no handy item in hand, generally no one will choose to directly strengthen the body.

The consequence of this is that, due to an emergency, almost all the trainees in the restaurant swallowed the medicine under the strict guard of a circle of nurses. Although many elderly people now rush to the trash can to induce vomiting, the pill has already entered the stomach, which will more or less have some effect.

Looking around, apart from Zong Jiu, only three people did not let the medicine enter the mouth at all.

Zhuge An and Messiah are S-rank bosses, whose methods are beyond ordinary people's imagination, so I won't mention them. Qin Ye directly squeezed the pills into powder with brute force, avoiding the nurse's eyes.

"I said this newcomer is not easy..."

He Jianlan dug out the pills from the place where his throat was stuck, his face was ugly.

As a person who was fortunate to have not taken medicine with the S-level A-level boss, Zong Jiu received a warm eye baptism.

Not only He Jianlan, who had been guarded against him a long time ago, but even Zhuge Anya glanced at him.

Because of the hand just now, Sheng Yu looked at him with admiration in his eyes, as if a younger brother looked at his eldest brother, and even changed his mouth in a very good manner. He called "Ninth Brother" every bit, which was so sweet that it was so sweet. Useful.

Just now the head nurse mentioned the schedule posted on the wall, and many trainees gathered around to look at it.

Next to the schedule is a floor plan of the mental hospital, which shows all the rooms and facilities on this floor.

This is the first floor, with a restaurant, library, and a multimedia room.

"It's free time after dinner... It turned out that we washed up in the afternoon, went to bed at 10:30, and rounded the room at eleven."

Sheng Yu leaned over and read word by word: "Get up at seven tomorrow morning, ah, you have to take your medicine every night!"

The newcomer trainees suddenly turned pale and their bodies were shaking.

Now that the medicine is effective, many people have started eyelid fights.

Sheng Yu was even more flustered, "What should I do, Brother Nine, I can't spit out that medicine now."

Zong Jiuzheng wanted to speak, but the blond son suddenly walked out of the embrace of the newcomer.

"Everyone, might as well listen to me."

The noisy crowd suddenly fell silent.

Messiah has a smile on his face, his voice is gentle, and his azure blue eyes are like the warm wind blowing from the Aegean Sea in Greece in the afternoon. It does not make people feel superior, but refreshing. But no one dared to underestimate it.

Because of the S-class hanging on his chest and the small 7 next to him.

NO.7, naturally has this qualification.

"Although the main system has set this level as a personal show level, this does not mean that the difficulty of the dungeon has been reduced."

To take care of the newcomer, Messiah specifically cited an example.

"According to the experience of our veterans, if it is a normal or low difficulty dungeon, the main task is usually to escape the mental hospital, or to perform targeted puzzle solving of certain items and clues. But this dungeon does not. We are required to survive for three days."

"--This means that trainees only need to survive. You don't even need to figure out what happened in this hospital and what truth is buried. Because these are not as difficult to set up in the main system as to survive. important."

The trainees suddenly realized.

When survival is elevated to the unified level of puzzle solving, it means that in this instance, surviving is the biggest difficulty.

After thinking about this, everyone couldn't help but feel chills in their limbs and chills all over the body.

"With such difficulty, I suggest that everyone should choose group activities."

Messiah said: "Although the purpose of the personal show is to express ourselves, the main system does not say that the trainees are not allowed to cooperate. We don't have to point the finger at our compatriots for survival."

Seeing that there are still newcomers hesitated, the blond son continued to work hard, "Don't worry, the rule of infinite loop prohibits survivors from killing each other. This was just said by the nurse in the mental hospital."

"The enemy of the survivor is never the survivor. We have the common enemy, that is, those things." The blond son pointed out, "The grade evaluation is important, but the most important thing is to live from this copy first. Isn't it?"

This remark was like an initiation, completely awakening the confused newcomers.

Yes, survival is the most important thing. Grade evaluation or elimination is not eliminated, it will have to survive until that time.

If they can't survive these three days, they won't even have the qualifications for evaluation.

More and more newcomers are standing behind the blond son.

Strange to say, after the nurse left, the whole restaurant seemed to be empty.

The window aunt who was queuing up for food closed the stall, and the five-and-three-thirty nurses didn't know where they were. They didn't even see an extra patient NPC, only trainees with a sign were chatting here.

Perhaps this kind of situation is very common in mental hospitals, as long as they do not violate the rules stated by the head nurse, they are naturally fine.

When the newcomers make choices, the old people are obviously more thoughtful and comprehensive.

"Let's go, this copy is obviously not that simple."

He Jianlan sighed and pulled Qin to stand with him.

In the past, when in an infinite loop, it was always a team action, and you can rest assured to give your back to your own people.

The infinite loop is scary enough, but if you turn back in your own nest, what's the deal?

But in this copy, the main system clearly pointed out that there was an inner ghost between them, and the old people were panicking.

It is not surprising that the Messiah would say this.

Because at the moment, regardless of the existence of ghosts, grouping is the best way, and it is the same for newcomers and old people.

Zong Jiu stood on the sidelines and watched the whole process without saying a word. Instead, he silently moved a few steps towards the Saint Son.

[Too great, this kind of appeal is worthy of the Son of God]

[It’s really lucky to have a leader in this venue. In the live broadcast of another venue next door, the Curse Squad and the Night Clan people almost didn’t fight, and they are secretly breaking their heads with each other, and the newcomers are directly reduced to cannon fodder]

[Indeed, it is true that changing individuals does not necessarily have the appeal of Shengzi. In front of the newcomers, he is an S-rank boss, and there are not a few old people who are convinced of him]

[I am the only one who cares about Mr. Zhuge... I think Mr. Zhuge is not the kind of person who will follow the rules (cover his face)]

In the end, everyone expressed their position, and only one person was still standing outside the circle.

The black-haired man is thin and thin, with his arms folded, his eyes are as deep as cold pools.

When the Son of God gave a passionate speech, he stood by the wall and looked at the schedule. After the Messiah finished speaking, he didn't look at the people who had formed a group alliance over there, and turned around and left, leaving an indifferent and arrogant back.

Zong Jiu glanced through the gap in the crowd and confirmed that the direction was the stairs.

After that figure disappeared into the darkness, someone said in a low voice, "My mother, that popularity field is so strong."

"We all chose to form an alliance, why is he alone and not gregarious?"

Everyone had lingering fears, "Didn't the main system say that someone got a different ID card? Do you think..."

Messiah frowned: "That is the No. 3 Zhuge dark, brilliantly resourceful, unfathomable, and it is understandable to choose to act alone. When everything has not been concluded, don't attach unnecessary doubts to it. On others. Survivors should have a united front. Just think about it in your heart. There is no need to say it to hurt peace."

How dare the newcomer refute, he just nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, for fear that his thigh would be dissatisfied with him.

Seeing the sincere attitude of the newcomer, Messiah skipped the topic, "Well, now that we have reached a consensus, hurry up and discuss the follow-up arrangements."

"If you have a strong drowsiness, or if you didn't vomit the pills out just now, please stand on my right hand side; if you are not drowsy, you just didn't take any medicine or you vomited out the medicine, please stand on the left hand side. "

The blond son organized the trainees in the restaurant in an orderly manner. After everyone stood up, he turned to the right hand side, "The composition of the medicine is unknown, but judging from the symptoms of sleepiness after taking the medicine now, it should be a tranquilizer. Anti-depressant drugs are commonly used in psychosis. But you have an effect in such a short time, indicating that the dose of the drug is large...If you choose to continue to collect information, it is very likely that you will fall directly in the middle."

"My advice for this is not to do unnecessary struggles, it is better to go back to the dormitory early to rest and save energy."

After hearing this analysis, the trainees who took the medicine showed fear.

"cocoa--"

go to bed?

Not to mention old people, even newcomers know that sleeping in a horror copy is tantamount to death.

What's more, they are all single-patient wards, and it is impossible to predict what happens. Thinking of the gloomy and cramped environment in the dormitory on the first floor, even if the trainees present were sleepy, no one would dare to take the lead.

"Don't be afraid." Messiah gave them a soothing look. "Everyone can be divided into two groups and sleep in the same dormitory."

"This shouldn't meet the regulations, right?" Someone was worried.

Shengzi smiled and said: "Why doesn't it meet the regulations? The head nurse listed several regulations that do not say that multiple people are not allowed to share the dormitory. Besides, it's only 8 o'clock now, and the schedule shows that the rounding time is 11 o'clock. You are going to sleep now. When you are in the rounds, you must all go into deep sleep because of the effect of the medicine. Even if the nurse and the nursing staff are together, it is impossible to wake you up one by one and let you go back to your dormitory, right?"

Let alone a survivor, even the barrage was stunned.

[Fuck, this method is really absolute, if you follow this method, at least the first night should be able to pass safely, I didn't expect it at all! 】

[It’s really amazing...It’s worthy of being the seventh-ranked S-rank. Only at this time can we appreciate the difference between the big guys and our mortals]

[What I said upstairs is too true. No wonder people say that the top survivors are all-round development of morality, intelligence, and physicality. I didn’t realize this gap when the live broadcast was not started before. Now I know that when I watch the live broadcast, all qualities are important in the dungeon.]

[The most rare thing is that Shengzi likes to think from the perspective of a group, replaced by ordinary people... I think if I have the strength of Shengzi, the first reaction is definitely to be a lonely man like Zhuge. Wolf】

Although in the dungeon of horror, it is not that there are many people and power, but the principle of 90% mortality rate is still understood by everyone. With so many people in a dormitory, the risk and probability of accidents are greatly reduced, which is indeed the best policy.

Since Messiah had come up with a way to convince everyone, the trainees who took the medicine were divided into two groups on the spot, and they went to sleep downstairs in groups.

Sheng Yu, who failed in another round of vomiting, drooped his ears, waved to Zong Jiu, and followed the group downstairs.

There are only less than ten people left in the original large group of people. In addition to the Messiah, the S-level, there are also a few A-level and B-levels with the medicine stuck in the throat, not even the C-level.

In this case, Zong Jiu, who was hung with the blue E-level brand, was particularly eye-catching.

"Everyone is an old man, so I don't need to talk more. Then I will make a long story short."

After the newcomers left, Messiah looked more serious. "There are libraries and reading rooms on this floor. We will collect information in groups."

"Although it is a survival copy, it is impossible for the main system to give no hints at all. It is a matter of survival, so please be careful not to miss any information."

Everyone nodded, and the blond sage turned his gaze to Zong Jiu, who was standing aside, "This little brother will go with me, so I can take care of him."

Zong Jiu nodded whether or not. The reaction to the news that he was about to form a partner with the S-Class was mediocre.

He had read a bit of the original text, and knew that there was a discrepancy between the Messiah and what was said.

The infinite loop does have an iron law that survivors cannot kill each other, but if they are "accidentally" killed, there is no way.

The ghosts are scary, which is good. But the human heart is something more terrifying than ghosts.

Besides, in the end, only a hundred people survived. The competition system for the horror trainees made it clear that everyone except themselves was a competitor. By the end of the show, killing each other can be said to be a foregone conclusion.

It's just that the horror trainee competition has just kicked off. Survivors who are accustomed to teamwork have not been able to change the mindset that humans are of the same kind so quickly. So everyone can't reverse their thinking for a while, and it's normal.

If Messiah doesn't say it, it can't be considered as deliberate concealment. Some old people realized it, but they still chose teamwork, without saying a word. After all, if this news is stated clearly, it will only make people who are already floating feel more restless, and not to say it is not necessarily a bad thing.

Zong Jiu thought while walking along the corridor on the first floor with the trainees who did not take medicine.

The lights in this corridor are much brighter than on the first floor, and the walls on both sides have been obviously renovated, and even the dirt and moss hidden in the corners are rare.

After eating, I was one step closer to the death of the original owner in the original text.

Zong Jiu couldn't accurately determine the death of the original owner to a few minutes or seconds, but he clearly remembered the process.

The plot is largely unbiased, and the original text is also Shengzi's proposal to cooperate and divide the trainees into two teams for exploration and sleeping. It's just that the original owner went downstairs with the sleeping team, felt urgency temporarily while moving the quilt, and asked a newcomer to go to the toilet together, and then achieved the perfect first kill achievement.

It couldn't be easier to avoid the death of the original owner, as long as you don't go to the toilet on the negative floor during this time.

After thinking about it, Zong Jiu turned his attention to the work in front of him.

They are standing in the reading room. There are a lot of old newspapers piled up here, which is very troublesome to look up.

Although it is hard work, it is not completely unproductive.

Soon, the trainees in the reading room found several special reports.

Old newspapers mentioned very vaguely that the original site of this mental hospital was a military/affair/base decades ago. Later, a terrible incident occurred during the war and was abandoned. It was once uninhabited because of haunting. Unexpectedly, it was bought by an unknown businessman a few decades later, and it was transformed into the current mental hospital and opened to the society after only a hasty paint.

All the old people breathed a sigh of relief.

They were all startled by Messiah's words, and they were riveted. Fortunately, it is not too difficult to obtain information on this copy.

According to the horror film routine, the old things decades ago are probably the source of this copy. Although the missions released by the main system did not require them to figure out the cause of the horror, most of the secrets are closely related to the source if they want to survive. If you are lucky, you can figure out what happened in the first place, and you can even try to avoid disadvantages and live safely for three days.

But is it really that simple?

Zong Jiu touched his chin, and suddenly heard the gentle voice of Saint Son ringing beside him.

"I take the liberty to ask, isn't your hand...?"

There is nothing beautiful about the white-haired young man, he is undoubtedly a nearly perfect existence.

In this perfect contrast, that little flaw is very conspicuous.

Messiah also noticed the abnormal stiffness of his hands when Zong Jiu looked down and flipped through the newspaper.

In other words, the person involved deliberately let him notice.

Zong Jiu gave a spine, "Yes."

He didn't try to conceal the problem in his hands, but instead focused on pulling out the newspaper with some effort, "It's a comminuted fracture."

[Fuck, no wonder I felt his hand posture was a bit awkward before, it turned out to be a comminuted fracture! 】

[My God... if the hand has a comminuted fracture, even if the momentum is restored after the needle is worn, it will definitely leave sequelae, which will definitely affect daily life]

[This should also be divided into severity, and the same is true for comminuted fractures. If it is too severe, the basic hand is useless. If it is a simple fracture, it can be restored to normal as long as it is recuperated.]

[What, someone upstairs can see it, I didn’t notice it at all, cat dementia. jpg]

"I'm sorry." Shengzi showed a dazed look on his face and hesitated for a while, "Mind if you let me take a look?"

The white-haired young man handed it over.

The next moment, a light golden light appeared on the fingertips of the blond son, but it disappeared for a while, warm.

Zong Jiu guessed, this should be the special item mentioned in the original text.

In other words, it is the key to making Messiah no.7, admired by thousands, and giving the title of Son.

"Sorry... at this level, I can't help it."

Messiah shook his head, his azure blue eyes fell on the slender and beautiful hands in front of him, and said with relief: "Although infinite loop is not a good place. I have to admit that many miracles can be created here."

"You mean...Is it possible for my hand to recover?"

"Yes." Messiah said patiently, "As long as there are enough survival points, the main system will be very happy to treat you. Once I was penetrated by half of my heart in a dungeon, and it took only three seconds to be killed by the master. The system is restored as before, alive and kicking."

The original text only describes that death can increase the score, but it does not say how to obtain survival points.

"Then how to get survival points?" Zong Jiu asked questions.

"It stands to reason that the higher the score, the more survival points you will get in the settlement. Of course, if you can complete additional special tasks, the survival points will also increase." The blond son said meditatively, "This is terrifying. The rules for trainees should also be universal."

If you want to score high, you can die and challenge yourself in a dangerous situation.

But thinking about it another way, since it can increase the score and get a large number of survival points, it seems normal.

Zong Jiu's eyes flashed.

If you want to quickly restore the flexibility of your fingers, you will inevitably have to pay some price. If you don't get into a tiger's lair, it is always a common truth.

Since there is a road in front of him, it is naturally--

Zong Jiu smoothly grabbed the ballpoint pen aside.

Hearing the voice of the newspaper laying down, Messiah looked up suspiciously, "Where are you going?"

The white-haired young man waved his hand without looking back, "Go to the toilet and be back soon."

"I'll be with you, it's not a good decision to be alone now." The Blond Son frowned in disapproval.

"Don't bother Master Shengzi anymore."

Qingyue's voice came from far away in the dim corridor.

"I don't have the habit of peeing with others."