Chapter 17: Mental hospital (1/2)
Zong Jiu's attitude was very sincere. Not only was he sincere, he also took the initiative to tell the old people the clue about the S-level props.
Although he said that the S-level props had been taken away by Zhuge secretly, it was a clue anyway, wasn't it? Now other people have changed their attitude towards Zong Jiu, and they can be regarded as acquiescing in his joining.
After Zong Jiu’s matter was settled, the commanding level headed by Messiah quickly finalized the plan not to return to the ward tonight, but to go to the negative second floor for an exploration.
Before the plan was finalized, the voices of other people were silenced.
But in the end, this plan is still not insured. Many clues are that He Jianlan and Messiah followed the clues of the attitude of the mental hospital medical staff.
After deciding on the plan, although He Jianlan and the others had suppressed it for a while, there were still several newcomers in the restaurant whispering.
Under the pressure of the veteran trainees, the active newcomers formed several small groups. Some of these small groups look at the heads of the old people and lick them vigorously; others make their own decisions and want to take advantage of everything.
The small group of newcomers who are talking now is just trying to take advantage. They didn't want to follow the Messiah to risk their lives, and now they had a small calculation.
”It's already half past ten now. If we go down to the second floor now, is it too late...”
As we all know, in the horror copy, the night is definitely an eternal theme that cannot be avoided.
The probability of a general terror situation occurring at night is far greater than during the day, and it is also much more terrifying, which is daunting.
”There are so many of us, can Master Shengzi really take care of it? And didn't you say that the negative second floor is not a good place, why should you take the initiative to go?”
”That's right... And in this situation, the ward is the safest, right? There are still newcomers here who have taken medicine, and they can't live without it for a while.”
Messiah frowned: ”If I really don't want to go, I will naturally not force everyone.”
”But according to the experience of our senior survivors, the probability of an accident tonight is indeed very high. The third day must be a watershed for this dungeon. I don't recommend that everyone act alone.”
The newcomers in those small groups dragged their feet, hesitating.
”How about this.”
The blond sage stretched his eyebrows, and did not force him, ”If you are willing to go down to the second floor with me, we will meet on the stairwell leading to the second floor in ten minutes. If you don’t want to be with me, then I will stay. Those who come down each have a blessing and blessing.”
The newcomers nodded hurriedly and beamed with joy.
Even the old people know that the blessing of the Son is equivalent to an extra one-time special item, and its preciousness is self-evident.
The other people who had promised to go down to the second floor were also a little shaken, and many of them were low-ranking elderly people.
”Otherwise we will stay in the ward too.”
The old man quietly raised his eyebrows, ”Anyway, this is only the second day, and the Messiah won't come up again. Why do I need to take risks, stay in the ward and enjoy the benefits.”
”Yes. The difficulty of this dungeon is infinitely close to S grade...It's good if we can survive, and who cares about that dangerous challenge.”
Originally, these mid-level survivors were named because of the generous rewards of the thriller trainee competition. The first copy that came up was full of confidence at the beginning. As a result, all of them are now shocked.
The newcomers don't know what the S-level dungeon represents, but the old man is very clear, and now the thoughts of retreat have become more intense.
Zong Jiu stood aside, watching coldly.
A sudden acceleration of time was to expose the shortcomings of this temporarily formed team centered on the Saint Child.
”Brother Nine, you are so amazing, you can wash away the suspicion from us without any effort.”
Sheng Yu twittered on the side, ”Then what shall we do now, are we going to the second floor with Shengzi?”
”if not?”
Zong Jiu asked him, ”Are you afraid?”
”It's a bit.” The high school student scratched his head. ”But if Brother Nine is not afraid, then I won't be afraid.”
Of course you are not afraid, otherwise the whole process of killing and throwing corpses would still be so proficient at that time.
Zong Jiu said perfunctorily: ”Then let's go down together. Anyway, it doesn't mean death. If so many people are really dead, they can be buried together, not alone.”
other people:”......”
[2333333 I am going to laugh to death. I found this white hair is really interesting. When I don’t speak, it looks like a beautiful beauty in the painting. When I speak, my expression is also very serious, but why is it so funny]
[I also want to say this, he really likes to choke people to death. Because he even asked Zhuge who is Zhuge Liang before, I was still thinking that he even made up a name to fool others no.3]
[Hey, I’m going to the negative second floor soon, I don’t know if this E-level can be left until the end]
What no one knows is that after Zhuge secretly left, Zong Jiu's personal live-streaming room actually reached second place like a rocket, just below the S-class Messiah. For a newcomer with no foundation, this is really quite incredible.
After finalizing, everyone will not be delayed, go to the stairwell, go to the stairwell, go back to the ward and prepare to rest.
Taking advantage of these ten minutes, Zong Jiu watched Messiah take out the high priest's rod and blessed them one by one, while thinking about the clues he had gotten from Zhuge An.
He didn't care about his act of telling other people that clue.
Because without enough information, other trainees will only look dumbfounded. Even Zong Jiu combined the plot and speculation, even guessing, and finally figured out everything under Zhuge An's perfection.
The clues from Zong Jiubai's prostitute are quite complete.
Zhuge secretly said that the integer between three and four is just a metaphor and pronoun, and its true solution represents the key to freely shuttle between different and normal spaces.
As the name suggests, this key does not exist that can be explained purely from a mathematical perspective.
The x-axis and y-axis constitute a two-dimensional plane world.
The x-axis, y-axis and z-axis constitute a three-dimensional world.
The four-dimensional world is a spatial concept that exists in human physics.
Zhuge secretly learned from the library of the mental hospital that the four-dimensional space-time here is not a four-dimensional space-time in a broad sense, but based on the space-time conjecture proposed by Minkoffs in 1907 by borrowing non-Euclidean space, which is based on the xyz axis. A space-time line constitutes a narrow four-dimensional concept.
Humans on earth live in a three-dimensional world.
People in the three-dimensional world look down on the two-dimensional world, and people in the four-dimensional world look down on the three-dimensional world.
For example, the gods in the human imagination are likely to be high-dimensional existences.
But in reality, dimensions and dimensions cannot be surpassed, and there is no way to surpass them.
But in the horror copy, everything is possible.
This copy gave them a way to migrate from three-dimensional to four-dimensional space-time, allowing them to travel between different times in this space as long as they got the key between three and four.
Zhuge secretly told him that the different space was actually thirty years ago of this mental hospital space.
The military/affair/base that used to be this copy was dedicated to studying time and space during the war, but an accident happened in the middle of the study. The dimensional disorder caused the base 30 years ago to be separated, and all the researchers in the base became prisoners of time, wandering in a different space with no way out.
Many years later, in the mental hospital built on the original site, there is still a dead end to that different space.
The main system has already given them enough hints.
The main mission is to ”survive in this copy for three days.”
In fact, according to Zhuge An’s inference, as long as the bell rings at midnight on the third day, all patients in the mental hospital will be instantly dragged into a different space, which is equivalent to throwing fat into the cage of the beast.
The key originally has the power to travel through time and space. You only need to get the key and adjust the time node in a few days later to achieve perfect clearance. If it is stupidly delayed to the third day according to the main task, there is only a dead end to meet the trainees.
When everyone was sleeping on the first night, Zhuge was walking around the night with a gossip pan.
When Messiah and the others were still struggling to find the next clue the next day, Zhugean had already figured out the inner core of this copy.
Zong Jiu knows the ciphertext ”pnpso”, knows that the password is the Virginia cipher encryption method, plus Zhuge's hint, what exactly the key is, he is almost ready to tell.
Just like an exam, others are scratching their heads to solve the problem, and Zong Jiu has already copied the correct answer from Xueshen.
Zong Jiu felt from the bottom of his heart that he should applaud Zhuge secretly, so he backhanded someone a scapegoat, right as a gift.
As long as he wants to, he can read the set of keys now and become the second passer without any effort. There is no need to follow Messiah and them to the negative second floor adventure.
But he guessed that Zhuge An hadn't gotten this copy of the S-level props. At that time, the other party was obviously walking in a hurry, and the reason for the urgency was very likely to be related to the ”prophecy” in his mouth.
Zong Jiu didn't care what the prophecy was, and he didn't believe it much anyway.
What he cares about is how to complete more dangerous challenges, get more survival points, and then see if he can go hand in hand. S-level items should not be used for nothing.
Zong Jiu was so turbulent when he hadn't got the key before. Now that he got the key, can he get it? !
That is naturally pretentious!
Come on! What destined enemy, has Zong Jiu ever been cared? !
If you don't die, you will die! What a man who doesn't like excitement! Don't even dare to be a magician even in a dangerous situation!
Find out the inner ghost, earn survival points, and beat the workers!
A group of people stood at the point of the stairwell on the first floor.
The bottom is as dark as ever, and you can't see the road at all, and even the stairs barely have an outline under the light.
”Holy Son, got the lamp!”
While everyone was waiting, He Jianlan hurriedly walked over from the other side of the corridor, still holding a lamp swayingly in his hand.
Zong Jiu took a closer look and found that it was the one that the head nurse was holding in her hand during the rounds with the nurse. On the first day, Zong Jiu watched her carry the lamp to the second floor. He Jianlan can get it now, mostly by stealing it by unknown means.
”Just get it.”
The blond son gave a long sigh of relief and lifted the wooden staff from the shoulders of the couple. The latter felt a warm stream of heat from his body, and a golden mark appeared on the back of his hand.
”This blessing blessing is a one-time shield that can resist a single injury.”
Messiah rubbed his temple wearily, ”We are running out of time, let's go quickly.”
After walking forward inexplicably for ten hours, the flow of time became obviously abnormal.
Now they have made up their minds not to return to the ward, and will be considered a night tour after the rounds are over. On weekdays, no matter how they wandered in the mental hospital, they couldn't see a single person. At night, the medical staff patrolled intensively. If caught, it would be a dead end.
Everyone glanced at the dark stairs on the second floor and took a deep breath.
”I'll start.” Qin also said.
His palm was facing upwards and squeezed. Everyone suddenly noticed that the tips of his nails had begun to dye sharp and deep black, and his hair had turned into cement gray. This arm had completed the transformation from a human to a beast.