With his mind filled with exclamations of "Oh my God" and shock, Wen Shi broke away from the choking smoke bomb mist and ran almost mechanically.
"We're almost there." The little octopus reminded.
Wen Shi raised his eyes when he heard this and saw the container in front of him.
He had seen these boxes as soon as he stepped out of the elevator when he went down to the basement level. Their presence indicated that he had not taken the wrong path this time.
Wen Shi rushed over in one go and pressed the elevator button several times in a row.
At the same time, he turned his head to look behind him. In the dim corridor, he could not see the sheep-headed security guard for a while. It was not until the elevator door opened that Wen Shi's held breath returned to normal.
With just over a minute left, the game was turned around and the elevator didn't get stuck at this critical moment and cause any more trouble.
The car went up smoothly and stopped steadily in the lobby on the first floor.
The old elevator door did not open immediately after it stopped. The little octopus's tentacles grew a little longer and crossed from Wen Shi's shoulders to the old lady's shoulders, completing the transition.
Wen Shi: "After I finish the surgery, it won't be too late to go exploring together."
Chameleon's words were half true and half false, and the danger of the negative second floor was not exaggerated.
The little octopus stated the harsh truth: "Judging from the dangers we encountered earlier, all of this is designed to target you. Let's split up. I'll go ahead and explore the route first, which will be safer."
Wen Shi was silent and put the black top hat on the head of the octopus that had grown larger.
"…" Well said. Don't say it next time.
The top hat was like a sealing artifact, and the octopus kept quiet.
The elevator door opened and the young man stood outside holding a steel pipe. There was fresh blood on one end of the pipe, which was purple-red in color. He must have encountered a monster.
The steel pipe was facing directly into the elevator, and Wen Shi reflexively took a step back.
The boy sneered: "Look at your courage."
"My dear grandson, I told him to wait." The old lady explained quietly from behind.
Wen Shi thought about it for a moment and understood the other party's intention. Without delay, he quickly walked out of the elevator and strode towards the operating room.
The young man's surgery was the second one, and they were now walking towards the operating room together. He always found a way to make sarcastic remarks about Wen Shi: "I was wrong just now, you are quite brave."
Wen Shi could understand his sarcasm very well, and was implicitly mocking himself for leaving the old lady's protection.
If nothing unexpected happens, most of the shadows will choose hunting missions. Since his skills are sealed, he is also a good hunting target, but it is very risky to act alone.
"My safety is guaranteed for now." Wen Shi calmly analyzed: "Right now, I'm the only one undergoing the first surgery. At least half of the people will pay attention to this surgery."
Brain beauty, the name of the project sounds scary.
Anyone with a little bit of strategy would choose to find an example first to observe the outcome of the operation.
As they were talking, the two of them had already walked outside the operating room, where the smell of disinfectant was the strongest. The stiff and twisted purple light shone on the corridor, but it did not bring a particularly scary feeling, mainly because there were so many people in the corridor.
Wen Shi's expression was indescribable. He had said before that at least half of the people would come to pay attention, but in reality, not a single one was left out.
Wen Xiaobaishu successfully arrived at operating room number six on time at the last minute. The fat nurse kept urging him on, disliking his slow movements.
Qian Lai also patted his shoulder and said goodbye: "Take care, brother."
Sunset Red Plastic Surgery Hospital is very similar to Frank in one respect: it is full of tough, fat nurses who walk lightly and very fast, and it is easy to miss their faces if you don't look carefully.
Wen Shi followed the fat nurse into the operating room.
The doctor in charge of the operation was wrapped up tightly, revealing only a pair of narrow eyes. The doctor looked at him sideways, silently conveying his intention to get on the operating table.
Although the surgery notice stated the dangers and Wen Shi was wearing a wristband, he still couldn't help but twitch his eyelids the moment he lay under the operating light.
The doctor stood beside him, holding a sharp scalpel, and said coldly: "Inject anesthesia."
On the wall next to it, the words "Sweet Dreams" were written in red, as if to lull a child to sleep, and there was also a cartoon of a moon wearing a nightcap. The warm sticker was incompatible with the cold atmosphere of the operating room.
Facing the fat nurse who was getting closer and closer, Wen Shi felt more and more uneasy. The moment the nurse bent down, Wen Shi saw that she also had a cartoon brooch on her chest, with a moon pattern and a poem on it: I hope to be drunk forever and never wake up again.
The moment the other party was about to administer the injection, Wen Shi suddenly shrank back, grabbed the fat nurse's arm, and asked, "Wait, is awakening from anesthesia considered an anesthesia accident here?"
Speculating the game with the greatest malice has always been the secret to survival.
Although the operating form states that there was no anesthesia accident for the VIP patient, awakening from anesthesia is not necessarily an accident. After all, there are very few cases where this is due to the patient's special physical condition.
The system prompt sounded at the right time:
"You discovered a special condition that may have occurred during surgery."
The stout nurse remained silent for a moment, not responding. A moment later, the doctor, through his mask, issued a dull instruction: "Go get some more painkillers, just in case."
The fat nurse did as she was told.
Wen Shi's transformed body was gradually disappearing, but those cat-like pupils remained, filled with three parts of disbelief and seven parts of murderous urges. He couldn't imagine the consequences of not asking questions in time. Wouldn't he be forced to undergo surgery, punctures, and brain surgery while awake?
Black-hearted hospital, you will not have a good death.
When the fat nurse came back for the second time, Wen Shi tried to talk to her again, but this time she said nothing and just mechanically pushed the needle into the blood vessel.
His eyelids drooped limply and Wen Shi gradually fell asleep.
Before he could fully fall asleep, a sharp pain hit his cerebral cortex, and Wen Shi almost jumped off the operating table. However, he was completely exhausted and didn't even have the strength to lift his hands. In a daze, Wen Shi seemed to hear the doctor asking the nurse to give him an additional injection of analgesic.
"…" What about the VIP patients who were promised to have professional anesthesiologists?
Wen Shi couldn't help but start thinking, if there was no bracelet, who would inject the medicine? Unfortunately, before he could think about this question in depth for a minute, he fell asleep again.
I don't know how much time passed, but it was the game prompt sound that woke Wen up.
"Congratulations on your successful brain surgery."
"Congratulations on your permanent 5 percent memory improvement."
"Attention, you cannot kill the shadow before 1:10."
Wen Shi struggled to move his fingers, trying to escape the darkness. When he finally opened his eyelids, he found himself in a group ward. It was so quiet. Under the flickering lights, all the patients in the beds had undergone surgery on their heads and were wrapped tightly.
The gauze could not block the smell of blood, which accumulated thickly and smelled similar to that of rust.
"Hmm..." His head was still aching. Layer upon layer of bandages were wrapped around his forehead. When Wen Shi's fingertips touched the edge of the bandages, he suddenly felt like he had turned into a mummy.
"This is..." There were at least a dozen beds around. A constant buzzing sound was heard, perhaps coming from the broken light bulbs above or the aftereffects of the surgery. Wen Shi noticed the bracelet on the patient's hand and asked, "VIP ward?"
His bracelet was obtained by the old lady. He himself had never done anything to steal the bracelet. This was an unfamiliar environment for him.
Wen Shi got out of bed and walked to the window. The cold wind penetrated the gauze and seemed to scrape against his bones, causing him to wince in pain. Wen Shi glanced down and quickly determined his current location: the top floor of the hospital: the fourth floor.
He guessed that all VIP patients who had undergone surgery would be sent here after the operation.
Some patients' wristbands had been taken away. Before Wen Shi could check more carefully, he heard the sound of a stretcher and hurriedly lay back on the bed.
After a while, new patients were brought in. The fat nurse moved the people in the cart to the beds and soon pushed the empty cart away.
After the footsteps faded away, Wen Shi got out of bed and looked, and was delighted. Isn't that his own shadow?
I don't know what kind of perseverance the boy had, but he actually fixed the steel pipe on his arm during the operation.
"Hey." Wen Shi pushed him.
The boy didn't respond.
Wen Shi imitated the girl's voice and deliberately pinched his throat and said, "My dear grandson, wuwuwu~"
Childish, cat-like whimpers echoed in the ward. The boy's body reacted first when he heard the crying. His extremely pale face became distorted, and he subconsciously called out, "Auntie."
After slowly waking up, he turned his head to face a smirking face. The boy was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Wen Shi, are you sick?"
Wen Shifan put his index finger to the center of his lips, signaling him to keep quiet.
The young man endured the dizziness and looked at Wen Shi, who was still lingering around the patient. He said unhappily, "There's nothing to explore in this ward. The only danger is that patients will wake up to go to the bathroom at regular times. They know who their fellow patients are. If they are discovered, they must act first, otherwise the night security guard will be called in."
Now wasn't the time for bickering, so the two of them slipped out of the ward. The young man had done the bracelet quest before and was familiar with the layout of this floor. "There are three rooms from here forward. One is a freezer, used to store fresh corpses. The two bodies the players sent earlier are also in there. Further ahead is the transplant patient compartment. We don't know what's being transplanted there. The innermost room requires a card to enter."
He had wanted to explore the cryochamber more, but the bright light of the flashlight attracted the patient's attention and a fierce fight broke out between the two sides.
After listening to this, Wen Shi finally understood the source of the purple-red bloodstains on the boy's steel pipe.
The patients here have human appearance, but they are still monsters in essence, only they have been restored to human appearance through surgery.
He thought for a moment and said, "Let's find a place to hide and wait for Yu Xingzhou first."
The boy understood the other party's concerns. He was worried about encountering Yu Xingzhou's shadow during the later activities. Once the latter used time pause, everyone would be doomed.
"This skill definitely has strict limits on points, uses, and cooldown time," Wen Shi said, his voice low and hoarse, having just recovered from surgery. "But no one knows where the limit is."
The only way to ensure safety tonight is to act with Yu Xingzhou throughout the whole process.
While waiting, players and shadows were sent to the VIP ward one after another. The boy was itching to kill them all in one go. Unfortunately, Wen Shi had some restrictions on everyone. To prevent anyone from taking advantage of the operating time difference to kill, the game strictly prohibited the two sides from killing each other before the specified time.
The stakeout with Yu Xingzhou went smoothly, as the other party was sent up together with the newcomer.
Wen Shi paid special attention to the operation time of Yingzi and Yu Xingzhou. Yingzi should be on the operating table at this moment. He couldn't wait to wake them up.
Yu Xingzhou woke up very calmly. In contrast, Song Yan was so startled when he saw the unfamiliar environment that he almost screamed.
This unfortunate child is sometimes lucky, for example, he can have surgery at the same time as Yu Xingzhou, and he and Wen Shi were forced to separate before. It happened that the old lady was going downstairs to find Wen Shi, and she threw Song Yan into the trash can and used a spell to cover up his breath of life.
"Big, big boss." Song Yan's lips were still trembling.
Wen Shi: "Let's go to the freezer and take a look."
Since we are on the fourth floor, of course we have to take a look around. The god-level evolution liquid is one of the things, and exploring the existence of the plastic surgery hospital and the key is also the purpose of Wen Shi's visit.
Yu Xingzhou and he had the same goal, and the two sides hit it off.
Wen Shi: "Where is President Li?"
Yu Xingzhou: "He was in another operating room. The player who had performed surgery on Li Nan before went crazy. After coming out, he crazily destroyed equipment and attacked people. In the end, he was taken away by the night security guard."
Correspondingly, the people who underwent surgery later were delayed because of this little episode.
Wen Shi slowly uttered four words: "Awake from anesthesia."
Yu Xingzhou nodded. They were safe and sound because they had noticed the possible risks in the operation.
"Let's go." Yu Xingzhou had no intention of waiting for Li Nan. The purpose of his coming was to get the key. Apart from occasional information sharing, he would not be humble with Li Nan on this matter.
The cryostat was less than twenty meters away from the collective ward. As he walked towards it, Song Yan muttered quietly, "It's so close, it's like they're waiting for the people in the ward to die quickly so they can be transported to the morgue as soon as possible."
In his eyes, the freezing chamber was no different from a morgue.
Only after actually walking in did he realize the huge difference. The room was filled with things resembling bio-pods, a testament to high technology. The pods were uniformly covered with transparent lids, and a constant chill lingered within.
"Fuck..." He covered his mouth in time and didn't scream.
Wen Shi was standing not far behind Song Yan. When he saw the situation in the cabin, he frowned.
The cryochamber had a separate circulation system, which periodically dissipated the cold air and reset it, maintaining a constant temperature range. When the mist cleared, a headless body lay inside. Its head had been severed at the neck, and the wound had frozen solid. Judging by its attire, it was the tour guide's figure.
Boy: "When I came here before, the head was still there."
Wen Shi's eyes moved: "Go to the transplant patient's compartment."
The boy thought of a possibility: "Head transplant surgery?"
Wen Shi shook his head: "It shouldn't be that simple."
The door of the ward is locked, but the characteristic of the collective ward is that it has a very large glass, which makes it convenient to observe the patient's condition at any time.
There were no lights on inside. The closer one got to the room at the end of the corridor, the dimmer the lights became. Everyone could only use the flashlights on their cell phones to illuminate the way.
The beds were separated by glass panels. The boy had been discovered by a VIP patient who got up at night and fled in a hurry after silencing him. Now he carefully observed the situation inside for the first time. All the patients had their heads wrapped in a thick layer of gauze, especially the skull.
Wen Shi looked for a long time and was about to say something when he heard the sound of something breaking through the air and quickly dodged.
The flashlight flickered randomly with his movements, and for a moment it shone on one end of the chain. Wen Shi's heart skipped a beat: the night security guard is here!
He had personally witnessed the power of the iron chain, which could even attack people on its own. Wen Shi dodged in panic and looked at Yu Xingzhou, who shook his head: "Time freeze doesn't work."
The back is a dead end with only one room, which requires a card to enter, so rushing there is a waste of effort.
Wen Shi consciously raised his hands and showed surrender.
When the chains bound his arms, Wen Shi roughly understood why Yu Xingzhou's skills were ineffective. The system's cruel notification sounded: "You are bound by the iron chains of the underworld. You have less than 48 hours left to live."
Time standing still probably doesn't work on this kind of underworld stuff.
Wen Shi was very good and surrendered. The advantage of surrendering was that he would suffer less. The other end of the chain was thrown directly at the boy who was resisting. After the boy was thrown into the corner, Yu Xingzhou's shoulder was also injured by the chain.
Wen Shi subconsciously looked for Song Yan, and finally found that the other party was pressed against the wall. He had been kneeling against the wall from the beginning and was not even attacked by the chains.
"…"
The chain detached from the body, extended infinitely, and hit them a second time.
"You are bound by the chains of Hades, and you have less than twenty-four hours to live."
Every time the chains touched my hands and feet, the feeling of weakness was as strong as if I had been given anesthesia.
The expressions of several people changed. If this continued, their survival time would soon be deducted.
When the chain was about to fall again, Wen Shi shouted in desperation, "I'm from Frank Hospital. They are my temporary assistants."
The chain was like an attacking rattlesnake, stopping at Wen Shi's face in an attacking posture. The cold and dark aura almost froze his eyes.
The sheep-headed security guard finally responded. He was quite tall, and the way he looked down at them was overwhelming. "It's a thief from the main hospital."
Wen Shi's face darkened. From the task prompt, he could sense that the security guard hated thieves very much. Once defined as a thief, the end would be death.
The sheep-headed security guard suddenly saw something through the flashlight and pointed at the boy: "You, you." He pointed around and finally landed on Yu Xingzhou: "You three can go."
Wen Shi: "…"
You can just call me to stay.
He immediately realized that the patient's bracelet could be immune to damage once, and his own number of times had been used up.
Wen Shi looked at Yu Xingzhou and the young man in confusion. Why were you running just now?
Yu Xingzhou's gaze was glued to the bracelet for a second, as if he had just learned about this. Wen Shi used this to infer that Yu Xingzhou had chosen Mission 1, as only thief missions would have relevant security reminders. As for his own shadow, Wen Shi looked at the young man, who was quite speechless and said, "When I was fighting with the patient earlier, I attracted the night guard. When I rushed downstairs, he didn't chase me."
The boy always thought that it was because of the bracelet, but now it seems that the Sheep Head Security Guard is only responsible for this floor.
Before the security guard could attack him further, Wen Shi took the initiative to speak, pointing to the innermost room and asking, "Is that the operating room?"
The operating rooms on the first floor were completely occupied by tourists trying out cosmetic surgeries. The freshly severed heads must have been taken to other operating rooms or the lab. I hadn't turned off my cell phone flashlight in time, and the bloodstains on the light-colored tiles at the end of the corridor were clearly visible.
"Everyone must die," Wen Shi said passionately. "If I must die, I am willing to dedicate myself to medical research. Please take me to that operating room, let me see your results, and then I will die."
His teammates couldn't stand his nonsense, but considering his identity as a doctor from the General Hospital, his words were quite convincing.
Wen Shi looked at the sheep-headed security guard standing still with a sincere expression: "My name is Aaron. You can check the system. There is a photo of me on the official website."
The staff of the nursing home can find me through the online system, so I believe it should be possible here as well.
The sheep-headed security guard didn't waste time verifying this and only asked one question: "Who is the director of Frank Hospital?"
The name 'Ao' almost slipped out of his mouth, but when the words were on the verge of his lips, Wen Shi suddenly changed his words and said, "Of course, he is the one who formulates the hospital rules."
The terrifying rectangular pupils were motionless and the focus was almost unrecognizable, but Wen Shi always had the feeling that a sheep-headed security guard was staring at him.
He didn't know why he said that, but he had a feeling that Ao was completely unfit to be the hospital director. Even though his father had been gone for so long, the hospital rules he established were still the rules that monsters in the dungeon could not violate. That was probably the authority a director should have.
To put it bluntly, Dad is more famous, but as for that bastard Ao, who knows if anyone knows him.
The coldness subsided, and the iron chain was tied back around the sheep-shou security guard's waist. Wen Shi breathed a sigh of relief.
The sheep-headed security guard walked silently towards the innermost room. Wen Shi, who had previously shouted that he wanted to go there, could only follow him.
Yu Xingzhou chose to walk over silently. This was not a matter of chivalry, but if they wanted to enter the locked room, now was their only chance.
The more difficult a place is to access, the more likely it is to contain key-related information.
The boy turned and tried to leave.
We are all adults, and without knowing the way ahead, none of them, not even Wen Shi, would rush in headfirst.
Wen Shi, however, was uncharacteristically unreasonable. He grabbed the boy and acted as if everyone could leave except him.
"I don't ask to be born on the same day, month, and year, but I ask to die on the same day, month, and year."
"…" The boy really wanted to hit him with a steel pipe.
However, Wen Shi was extremely persistent. He didn't know what he was planning. His smile was a little strange, and he only emphasized three words: "You have to go."
Wen Shi never let anyone work for nothing. After a pause, he said, "The old lady and the little octopus are exploring the second underground floor. It will be helpful for us to steal the God-level Evolution Fluid later."
The implication was that as long as the boy cooperated, he was willing to share the information on the second underground floor free of charge.
After using both soft and hard tactics and considering the mission, the boy finally did not turn around and leave, but chose to enter the mysterious room together.
The Sheep-Headed Security Guard walked normally towards the end of the corridor, ignoring the random people who followed him.
The first two had their own goals to achieve, only Song Yan stayed quietly beside Wen Shi. Wen Shi was moved and said, "You don't have to worry about me at this time."
Song Yan forced an ugly smile and said, "Boss, if I go alone, my chances of survival will be even lower."
He is very aware of his own weight.
Wen Shi sighed deeply, this is the most practical thing to do.
The four-member team with an alternative team spirit finally arrived at the mysterious room at the end.
A tall security guard with a sheep's head stood in front. With a beep, the white card in his hand touched the magnetic strip and the door opened.
Wen Shi thought to himself that the power wielded by the night security guards of this hospital was beyond imagination, except for the chameleon, which was obviously not on the same level as the sheep-headed security guard.
The moment the door opened, light as bright as daylight slanted out in the dim corridor. The room had the size of a normal operating room, not too big, but not too small either.
The doctor who was performing surgery inside looked up unhappily, but when he saw that it was the security guard, he did not lose his temper immediately.
The sheep-headed security guard walked in, and without the protection of his broad body, the people behind him were exposed.
"New stuff." The sheep-headed security guard said two words and turned and walked out.
He didn't know if it was Wen Shi's illusion, but he always felt that the Sheep-shou security guard looked at him more before leaving.
Was it because of his identity as a visitor from the main hospital? The moment he had begun to wonder, the metal door of the operating room behind him automatically closed.
A system notification sounded as ruthless as this door:
"You have entered one of the secret research rooms of Sunset Red Plastic Surgery Hospital."
"A thief never leaves empty-handed. You planned to steal two bottles of tranquilizers."
"The tranquilizer is in the cabinet behind the doctor. Try to steal it if you're here for the key."
Wen Shi's pupils shrank. This was the first time he heard Yugi mention the word "key" so directly.
Everyone who came in heard the prompt sound and subconsciously looked in the direction that the game said. The cabinet was very close to the doctor, which meant that they were going to steal under the other person's nose.
Some were thinking about how to steal, while others were habitually planning their escape routes first. Wen Shi glanced around and saw that there was a surgeon in charge, and the remaining six were nurses. When they saw four living people coming in, their eyes almost glowed with greed.
The air was full of a fishy smell.
On the operating table, a man in a hospital gown, bound and shackled, struggled desperately. A thick needle hole, a bloody hole, pierced his wrist. After the injection, his every struggle was futile. Finally, he could only plead desperately, "I'll pay the surgery fee as soon as possible. Three days, just give me three days..."
The plump nurse interrupted him coldly, announcing the terms of the contract: "You've provided a living body experience to our hospital's full-body cosmetic surgery program, and you've already been three months overdue in paying the fees. According to the contract, you must cooperate with our experiments."
"No, no, I'm rich, believe me..." The man said with a deathly pale face, words that he didn't even believe, and his head was covered with beads of sweat falling because of fear.
Wen Shi understood that as long as he provided a fresh corpse, he would be eligible for full-body plastic surgery, and he could owe money. The price was that if he couldn't pay it back within a limited time, he would become a test subject for the hospital.
"Tsk..." No wonder the tour guide was trying so hard to make money.
Song Yan whispered, "Could it be the kind of experiment I'm thinking of?"
Wen Shi: "Be more confident, that's it."
In the freezer right opposite them was the head of the shadow tour guide. When Song Yan thought about how he had carried the body here personally not long ago, he got goose bumps all over his body.
Freshly deceased bodies were a scarce resource at Sunset Red Hospital. The surgeon, dissecting instruments, expertly opened the cranial cavity of the tour guide, Shadow. The stench of blood instantly filled the operating room. With deft movements, the surgeon extracted a complete brain from the cranial cavity.
Brain transplant surgery.
Song Yan was stunned by what he saw. He wanted to call him a pervert, but then he thought that similar research had never stopped in the real world. The only difference was that it was ongoing and successful.
The order of the surgery being performed was the opposite of reality. For some unknown reason, they were replacing the brain of a dead person with that of a living person. After removing Shadow's brain, the doctor, without a moment's rest, began to open the skull of the man on the bed. The shrill screams were enough to pierce one's eardrums.
The man was already in despair, his pleas for mercy turning into vicious curses. Song Yan couldn't bear to watch and turned away. Wen Shi frowned at the brutality of the scene, but his mood remained relatively calm.
Just because we have the same skin doesn't mean we are compatriots. The man undergoing the operation is, after all, an orc NPC. He provided a living body in order to perform a full-body surgery. Everything before us can only be described as a violation of cause and effect.
Wen Shi was only interested in the tranquilizer. He glanced at Yu Xingzhou and knew that he felt the same way.
Yu Xingzhou pointed out a fact: "After being touched by the security chain, my skills were locked for half an hour."
His tone was calm, knowing that even if the chain hadn't been touched, the game wouldn't easily allow players to pause time and remove the tranquilizer if it involved a key. If that were the case, they would have set up another trap.
The fishy smell in the air was getting stronger and stronger. After not hearing any sound for a long time, Song Yan couldn't help but turn his head back. When he saw the brain that had been removed was still dripping with blood, Song Yan suppressed the urge to vomit and asked, "How are we going to escape?"
He checked the surroundings and found no foot sensors. Orcs have higher physical fitness than humans, and this hospital doesn't have very strict requirements for sterile management.
Wen Shi stood a little to the side and saw that there seemed to be a red button next to the cabinet on the inner wall, but it was half covered by the cabinet.
The fat nurse seemed to sense the prying eyes. As she handed the doctor the hook, she smiled a cold smile that could be felt even through her mask: "Don't worry, it will be your turn soon."
She asked with a hint of mischief, "You have three minutes left to make your choice. Who will be the first to cooperate with the experiment later?"
The man on the operating table let out a final scream, but the doctor was still using instruments to temporarily hold on to the man's last breath, while at the same time stuffing the tour guide Shadow's brain into the other's skull.
Wen Shi's tone was cold: "He is dying."
The outcome is obvious. All research conducted in secret is basically in the development stage and has not yet been successful.
Wen Shi looked at the young man and whispered, "Later, when a 'new patient' is put on the operating table for experiments, the restraints wrapped around the deceased will be removed. You can use the [Resurrection] skill while you can. With this man's last remaining resentment, he will definitely attack the attending doctor frantically."
The people downstairs who had the misfortune of waking up from anesthesia went crazy after coming out, and carried out indiscriminate attacks in a frenzied manner, not to mention those who had their brains removed alive.
The curses uttered by the man on the operating table before his death were their best reassurance.
If chaos breaks out, they'll have a chance to take the tranquilizer.
The young man's eyelids twitched, and he understood why Wen Shi insisted on letting him come in. He wanted to use his zombie-resurrection skills for free.
Doesn't this mean that the original body had already predicted everything from outside? Thinking about Wen Shi's nonsense about dedicating himself to science, it was clearly a test of the Sheep Head security guard to confirm that illegal experiments were being carried out inside and to leave a way out in advance.
"[Resurrection] can only create 30 seconds of resurrection time. What if it fails?" he asked.
Wen Shi didn't say anything. After the boy finished speaking, he seemed to think of something, and they both turned their heads to look at Yu Xingzhou.
Wen Shi sighed heavily: "President, then you have to undergo the surgery."
Yu Xingzhou was almost so angry that he laughed.
Wen Shi's reason was very strong: "Because you are the best among us."
Even if the others were resurrected for thirty seconds, it would be useless.
The boy nodded heavily in agreement.
Yu Xingzhou had experienced many games before and after, and had seen many players sacrifice the weakest people to delay time when they encountered danger. Similar scenes were played out every day in the dungeon, but this was the first time he heard of sacrificing the strongest person.
What kind of weird team is this?
The young man offered a rare word of comfort: "The first option has a 90% success rate. You're just a backup plan."
Song Yan, who was just worried about being pushed out to be the first to undergo surgery, said from the bottom of his heart: "I love this team."
It is filled with the equality of all beings.
Yu Xingzhou: "…"
That being said, Wen Shi calmly looked at the red button with a corner exposed, thinking of other ways to break the deadlock.
Everyone was thinking about it.
Just then, the door opened again.
The sheep-headed security guard brought in a man and coldly repeated the two words he had said before: "New arrival."
The one who came in was Li Nan, who had his hands in his pockets, with his usual gentle smile on his face, and walked towards the four-member team without any panic.
"President Yu, isn't it a bit unkind of you to come explore without waiting for me?"
Yu Xingzhou was silent.
Li Nan raised an eyebrow: "Curious about how I found it?"
The silence lasted for a full half minute. Yu Xingzhou answered irrelevant questions and suddenly turned to the others and said, "You know I'm only the second guild leader in the virtual world, and he's the number one, right?"
Wen Shi and the others nodded like little chickens pecking at rice.
It's decided to be you, Li Nan!