At nine-five, Jiang Yaoqing returned to Ward 013.
Lying on the hospital bed, Jiang Yaoqing called customer service number 1220 in her spiritual sea.
[Hello, do you need customer service guidance? 】
"Set an alarm for 12 o'clock in the evening. Remember to call me."
The customer service voice was slow for a moment.
[Okay, the alarm clock for 00:00 has been set for you]
Linchi Liu lay beside Jiang Yaoqing.
He lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
[Jiang Yaoqing: Xiaochi]
[Linchiliu: Captain? 】
[Jiang Yaoqing: Don’t worry too much, I will definitely help you find Ruan Ruan]
Linchi Liu's breathing tightened slightly.
[Linchiliu: Protecting yourself is the most important thing]
Chen Tianle and his companions followed them to Ward 013.
Ward No. 013 was instantly filled with an unpleasant smell of blood.
Chen Tianle bandaged it briefly and lay on the bed in pain.
[9:10 is here, the lights are about to be turned off]
[Patients who fail to arrive at the ward on time will be subject to erasure instructions]
[The test failed to reach the ward: 2 people]
[Delete immediately]
Jiang Yaoqing stared at the ceiling for a moment. The next moment, the painful howls of a man and a woman came from the third floor.
The sound was outside Ward 043.
Jiang Yaoqing narrowed her eyes, and then Yan Wenjian's voice sounded in her mind.
"The lady No. 043 and the man No. 014 tried to grab the copper coins in Wen Ruyu's hand. They had a dispute and failed to return to the ward in time."
"The copper coins are currently dropped outside Ward No. 043."
Yan Wenjian's voice fell, and the next moment Wen Ruyu's voice sounded.
"I gave them the copper coins. They want to steal it themselves. It has nothing to do with me."
It sounded like Wen Ruyu's tongue had grown back.
[End of erasure]
The system's voice was without any emotion, which made Jiang Yaoqing panic for no reason.
Compared with the dungeons I have experienced before, this dungeon is more like a mechanical dungeon.
It has no copy will and no ability to self-generate.
Thinking of this, Jiang Yaoqing was slightly startled.
Copy of will...
Could it be that the main mission of replenishing the world line is to let them find the dungeon will of this dungeon?
At the moment when Jiang Yaoqing was deep in thought, the lights in Ward No. 013 suddenly went out.
Jiang Yaoqing and the nurse who was lying on the glass window looking in looked directly into each other's eyes.
God, sin.
Jiang Yaoqing quickly closed her eyes.
The nurse was wearing a nurse uniform, her red eyes were glued to the glass window, and she was standing in front of the green channel in the corridor, looking extremely sinister.
【Sizzssssssssss...】
【Sleep~Sleep~my dear baby】
Some poorly connected speakers in the corridor began to play a lullaby, each sound shriller than the last, making Jiang Yaoqing frown.
But the complicated thoughts in my mind slowly calmed down for some reason amid the system's stiff singing.
It was like falling on soft cotton, countless warmth wrapped around me, my thoughts became heavier and heavier...
At the last moment when consciousness disappeared, Jiang Yao thought that there were only five novice anchors left.
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[Dear experienced anchor, it is 00:00 at night]
The sound of 1220 sounded in the deep night.
Jiang Yaoqing woke up in a daze. He did not make any movement, maintaining the breathing rate of sleeping and adjusting his body condition.
"Da da da da da..."
There seemed to be something running on the ceiling.
Jiang Yaoqing closed her eyes and thought.
It sounded a lot like the sound of high heels hitting the ground.
Does Sunshine Smile Nursing Home really only have four floors?
"Chi chi chi - chi chi chi -"
A quick "chichi" sound suddenly came from the corridor, which sounded like it was coming from downstairs, echoing throughout the mental hospital.
"Hahaha--"
A sharp laugh seemed to ring close to Jiang Yaoqing's ears. Jiang Yaoqing did not make any move because he knew clearly that the sound was not directed at him.
The lights in the corridor flickered suddenly faster, and a gust of cold wind blew hard against the door of Ward No. 013.
The entire iron gate clanked under the influence of the cold wind.
There seemed to be many people in the mental hospital at night. Jiang Yaoqing swallowed.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me-"
A man's cry for help sounded in the corridor. This voice did not match any novice anchor in Jiang Yaoqing's memory.
Unlike their current wave of anchors.
That is the anchor who entered before.
Could it be that the anchors who entered before did not disappear, but just appeared at a different time than they did?
"Pfft——"
It was the sound of a dagger piercing the blood. Along with the sound of flesh being cut, an extremely yandere laugh sounded.
The entire corridor seemed to be stained with blood in an instant, turning into a murderous purgatory.
Jiang Yaoqing's hand hanging on one side moved slightly, but before she could make any movement, she felt a frizzy touch on her neck.
what……
Jiang Yaoqing's body froze for an instant, and he quickly adjusted his breathing, trying to be at the same breath as Linchi Liu and others who were not awake beside him.
The thing between the neck began to move slowly, first downwards, stopped for a moment when it came into contact with the quilt, and then began to move upwards.
"Hee hee hee……"
Outside the corridor, a man holding a dagger in his hand walked towards Ward 013.
Jiang Yaoqing's ears moved slightly. Listening to the sound, the people in the corridor should be wearing canvas shoes made of fabric, and they would make a "tap-tat" sound when stepping on the ground. The dagger in his hand should be spinning constantly at his fingertips, colliding with the air and making stabbing sounds one after another.
The hair on her neck began to move upwards, and Jiang Yaoqing subconsciously wanted to hold her breath.
"Tick-tock-tock..."
The dripping sound started again.
Jiang Yaoqing's back suddenly felt cold, and his temples were twitching.
Something bad is happening.
He seemed to be stared at by something...
The sticky liquid dripped on his face, and Jiang Yaoqing's intuition told her that if he lay on the bed and pretended to be dead, there would be only one way to die.
Jiang Yaoqing opened her eyes suddenly. Countless hairs were hanging down from her shoulders, and above them was a paper face dotted with cinnabar.
The paper man looked at himself, and its withered head suddenly opened a bloody mouth.
Jiang Yaoqing's breath was stagnant.
Fuck, I, Fuck, Fuck!
I'm going to die, I'm going to die!
At the same time, there was a knock on Ward No. 013.
The sound of daggers scratching the door exploded in Jiang Yaoqing's ears.
"It's your turn~"
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