Thriller Trainee

"Snapped--"

When everyone was escaping, He Jianlan didn't know who was slammed into it. The black-framed glasses on his face fell directly into the darkness and shattered into glass dross under the footsteps of latecomers.

Not only that, but the oil lamp flew out of his hand and fell to the ground.

"Old Qin!"

He Jianlan yelled, "My glasses are broken."

His eyes are highly short-sighted, and he can only see a halo of blurred color blocks even after he is separated from his glasses, even the face of a person has to be in front of him to see clearly. Originally, this point could allow the main system to be repaired with one click, but the more insignificant a problem, the more expensive it is to repair. Maybe it takes only five hundred points to treat cancer, and two thousand computers to repair your eyesight. He Jianlan is always reluctant to use his precious survival points in this kind of place.

"Damn, it happened at this time... to hide before talking!"

Qin also knew about He Jianlan's problem. He cursed, grabbed the other's sleeve, and took a moment to look behind him.

With the night vision ability after the werewolf's blessing, he can easily see the abnormalities on both sides of the corridor of vision.

It looks like someone is holding a shabby paint brush, starting from the second floor stairwell, and brushing it all the way down to the wall.

As long as it was brushed, rust fluttered and danced in the air, and large swaths of the wall peeled off. I don't know how many years of black blood and broken bones splashed on the corners, and the air is full of the ubiquitous corpse smell, like falling from the world into a warped and dark **** in a different space.

Although the Messiah yelled and ran away, the group of people in the middle chose to move closer.

The old people are not stupid. At this critical moment, not following the life-saving talisman of the Saint Son, but losing the advantage of human capital because of panic, it is simply an act that is not worth the loss. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

In addition to He Jianlan and Qin Ye, Meng Tianlu also followed them firmly.

The five people ran all the way, and under the guidance of the psychic, they hid in one of the dilapidated wards on both sides of the corridor.

In the distance, where there was still some light in the stairwell, a black shadow that was distorted to the shape of a human was projected on the ground.

The sound of footsteps gradually lengthened along with the shadows.

After finding the hiding place, all four of them looked towards Meng Tian Road.

"How? Where is the clue?"

The psychic's complexion is very bad, his eyes are closed tightly, and his whole body is trembling.

Large beads of sweat rolled off his forehead, "No...no...no clue, I didn't feel it."

Earlier, he was only a little tentative, and his mental power was instantly drained, and he didn't want to live. Now let him step into this abyss-like realm, Meng Tianlu only felt that his whole body was surrounded by coldness, the ubiquitous sharp laughter enveloped his five senses, and thousands of hands dragged him into the quagmire.

How can there be no clues?

Everyone was taken aback.

"How could it not?" He Jianlan was shocked.

"Didn't the newcomer say that Vincent is on the second floor?"

Meng Tianlu was speechless, his lips were purple and his pupils were pale.

"His situation is not quite right."

Messiah put the high priest's rod on the shoulder of the psychic, his expression cold.

A light golden halo emerged from the tip of the stick, covering the latter in a soft warmth.

It is a pity that his treatment has little effect on mental power, and it is more reflected in the healing of trauma.

There was silence in the cramped, dilapidated room.

The sound of horror in the hallway continued, and the creepy screams continued.

Despair enveloped this corridor.

The first iron law of infinite loops, no matter how strong a survivor is, as long as there is no category beyond human beings, he will always be succumbed to the food chain of ghosts.

At this moment, a heavy kick suddenly came from the door not far in front.

The doctor in a white coat picked up one person sideways and walked steadily towards the stairwell. From their perspective, they could only see a waterfall of white hair pouring down from their arms, and the youth's unconscious eyebrows.

[Fuck, the white-haired beauty was caught! I don't want it! 】

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, did anyone just saw the whole process in the live broadcast room, i just cut out and saw the mutual tears in the next venue, and then came back to this venue and found that jiu was arrested? 】

[Back upstairs, A Jiu just squatted in the room, but unexpectedly, there was the abnormal doctor standing behind him, but he got the needle down, GG]

[Oh, it’s cold, I was taken away by the boss of the instance, but it’s a pity that I will become a fool after the operation]

"That thing is coming."

Qin also stared at the disappearing figure of Doctor Chu not far away, breaking the dead silence: "Shall we try to escape?"

Although there is no way to fight the ghosts head-on, relying on the comprehensive strength of a few of them to work together, it is not a problem to temporarily escape from this danger.

But if they did that, it also meant that the operation was once again a failure. Not only did they fail to get any clues about the customs clearance dungeon. To make matters worse, as the entire dungeon entered its third day, there was not much time left for them.

He Jianlan thought of another A-level copy of "Jingbai Middle School" that was very similar to this copy.

This copy of Jingbai Middle School has a very strict time limit, and the mission time is seven days. If you fail to find enough clues in the entire campus in the first six days, then on the seventh day all the teachers and students of the entire middle school will turn into evil spirits and start the massacre indiscriminately.

It now appears that the copy of the personal show in the mental hospital has a certain degree of similarity with Jingbai Middle School. Even if they could escape the chase of the minus two-layer ghosts, there would still be a full twenty-three hours on the third day. Even permanent special items also have restrictions on the frequency of use and cooling time. The gap in the middle is undoubtedly the best time for ghosts to claim their lives.

He Jianlan stared closely at his feet.

Without the glasses, he can't see clearly now, let alone in such a dark and cramped environment.

He always felt as if he had overlooked something.

At the beginning, before the S-level props clues appeared, no old man really took this personal show copy to his heart.

Everyone thought that so many new people came in for the main system, and they wouldn't be dead. Not to mention that this dungeon still has the No.7 Son as the leader, and the opinions of the commander are also very unified. Everyone methodically searched for clues, and then put the clues together, everything was walking on the track of steady development.

S-class clues were obtained by them. They also searched the entire psychiatric hospital from the first floor to the first floor, and there was no missing information.

There was only one unfinished piece of the puzzle, and of course they projected their sights on the second floor that they had never searched for.

According to He Jianlan's inference, if the trip goes well, he should be able to get clues on the second floor and successfully clear the customs.

But now, things have gone to the worst fork in the road. Not only are they in jail, but even the originally expected return was wiped out, not to mention that they have no idea about it.

Why is there no clue?

Qin Ye's outrage suddenly interrupted He Jianlan's thoughts.

"It's now! Breakthrough!"

The man Kong Wu's powerful body sprouts with wolf hair, broke through the blue and white striped medical gown, fell on his limbs, and ran toward the door.

He Jianlan hurriedly got up and pulled Meng Tianlu with Messiah, holding the knotted noose in one hand, and followed his partner closely.

The huge half-werewolf screamed in the darkness, desperately moving towards the dark shadow entrenched in the corridor.

"Wait...wait, don't go..."

At this moment, the frothy Meng Tianlu suddenly let out a faint cry.

"Yes, will die—"

However, it was too late.

In just a second, the huge werewolf head was uprooted alive, and the **** spine was stained with wisps of minced meat, ticking down to the ground covered with rust.

Qin Ye's pupils burst out, and one eye was penetrated by a sharp, unknown claw, reaching the visual center of his brain.

"boom--"

The huge body crashed to the ground, and the blood hole in the neck dripped to the ground with organs, fainting a crimson mark.

"Old Qin!!!"

He Jianlan's eyes were splitting, tears in his eyes.

This incident directly caused the barrage to explode.

[Fuck, fuck, this is not another small character, this is Qin Ye of Grade A! ! A grade! ! 】

There are tens of thousands of thriller trainees, and the A-level only accounts for the top two hundred. According to the ratio, in addition to the top ten S-levels, the A-level is also enough to be called a "big guy".

As a result, such an A-level boss, with all his cards out, was killed on the spot.

Everyone is aware of it.

[Wori, the monster of this copy is an unsolvable spiritual existence! ! ! 】

[It's over, this time the massacre mode is really started, the rhythm of group destruction. Let me just say, this dungeon does not seem to be very difficult, how come there will be S-level props, good guys, they are all waiting here before]

[...It's not enough for the perverted difficulty of S-level, but A-level definitely has it. Killing A-level in person, what is this concept? 】

"Go...Go...Go."

The plucked head fell heavily to the ground, and the werewolf opened his mouth in vain, and stood in front of the twisted shadow.

He Jianlan couldn't see what was happening, and he didn't have the courage to look again, but ran forward with tears.

He and Qin are also extremely well-known golden partners among advanced survivalists, and many people have heard of their names.

Excluding this factor, the two of them are also friends who have known each other for many years in an infinite loop, and the depth of the relationship between them is self-evident.

At the beginning, Qin also corroded his whole body under the blessing of the werewolf to expose his bones. He Jianlan broke his five fingers in order to obtain special items, but fortunately, he could recover as long as he had enough survival points. It's just that He Jianlan didn't expect that they had all rushed through so many terrifying dungeons together, but Qin Ye was at the first level of this small, horror trainee dungeon.

What's more cruel is that he has no room for sorrow.

The A-level Qin couldn't even make a single move, and that ghost was simply not an existence that could be circumvented with human power.

Despair frightened He Jianlan's internal organs.

Originally, he thought that although the clues were not complete, he only needed to flee and escape the remaining twenty hours to get back. But now even this last road has been cut off, completely surrounded by dead ends.

How is it possible, how is this possible?

No matter how difficult it is to make a dreadful copy, it is impossible for the main system to set up an unsolvable game. It will definitely leave clues, shed its cocoon, and let the player find the only correct way out of numerous obstacles.

But now it's dead.

For no reason, a coldness rushed to He Jianlan's back.

What a coincidence, it seems that there is an invisible hand controlling all this in the dark. Cut off when it should have given hope.

After a desperate rush, they have re-standed in the staircase leading to the negative first floor.

The dim light leaked from the gap between the buildings, and stayed on the dusty stairs piece by piece.

There is another explanation.

Unless...from the beginning, they were misled.

who is it? Did Zhuge secretly leave them the wrong message? Or is the white-haired E-class not telling the truth?

"Your Mightiness--"

He Jianlan quickly turned his head to ask Messiah's thoughts.

Unexpectedly, the blond son who was standing next to him and supporting Meng Tianlu with him was missing.

The color patches in the retina clearly show that there is no one there.

"Holy Son?"

He Jianlan was shocked and suspicious.

Could it be that when Qin Ye had an accident just now, Messiah stopped to treat him, so he accidentally got separated?

He glanced back towards the stairwell.

The stairs of the black hole seemed to eat people, turning into darkness on his pupils, blurry.

The hospital became very quiet. Even the black hair that hangs down is the same.

The weight on his shoulders is getting heavier and heavier.

The blond son stood condescendingly on the corridor, looking at him with a smile.

He Jianlan tremblingly lowered his head.

I don't know when, Meng Tianlu has already stopped breathing.

An unfamiliar and pale grimace lay beside his arm and grinned at him.