Chapter 46 Sleep Sanatorium: The kitten is tickling

Author: Bai Siam conductor

"Chongjun, look here."

Mr. Chung raised his head from the booklet and looked in the direction pointed by Zhang Quanrui.

Located at the end of the medicine shelf by the window, on the cement wall with most of the wall peeled off, there is a small piece of vague writing, as if it was printed with blood.

Chung Jun looked back and found his pair of swords still lying under Gu Yan's body.

In the violent state, Gu Yan's consciousness was not yet clear, so he did not put the two swords back into the inventory. However, even if other players took the opportunity to steal the two swords, all weapons of A level and above were very familiar with the owner, and would only

The ownership changes with the movement of the inventory, so the behavior of [stealing] cannot be counted except for the player's original personal skills.

Mr. Chung stepped forward, knelt down and picked up one of the crescent swords.

The blade of the sword glowed with a bright silver cold light under the moonlight, and rhombus-shaped gold patterns were reflected on it.

Through the identification of the spiritual pupil, it should be an A-level weapon. It sensed the touch of someone other than Gu Yan. It trembled violently in Chun Jun's hand. When Zhang Quanrui tried to take the Hidden Dragon Stick for the first time, the Hidden Dragon Staff

Dragon Stick's reaction was exactly the same.

Chun Jun waved his hand and used the back of the meniscus knife to lift up a corner of the incomplete wallpaper. Then he raised the back of the knife upwards and drew an oblique arc on the wall with the tip of the knife, removing the remaining gray paper on the wall.

The wallpaper was cut off.

When the entire wall was completely revealed in front of them, the two people's eyes widened at the same time.

Almost the entire wall was covered with bloody handprints, and words that seemed to be written on the wall with blood. I don’t know how much time had passed, but the bloodstains on the entire surface looked particularly black under the moonlight.

[It’s not that I want to stay awake, it’s the “excited current” released by that detector! It makes me sick all the time. When I was in Fibroid City, I would feel sleepy as soon as the sun went down, but when I came here

After that, I never got sick again]

[Although I always imagined that I could be re-accepted by this city after getting rid of the "fainting syndrome", but now, I get crazy with excitement every day. Whenever I want to lie down and take a good rest, I feel "

"Current" will remind me:]

【can not sleep!】

【You can’t sleep! You are not qualified to sleep!】

[So, I haven’t fallen asleep until now. I’m very scared! I saw with my own eyes that they were carrying out a steady stream of stretchers covered with white cloth from the clinic. They said they were experimental subjects who died in order to test new drugs.

But I know they can’t hide it from me, they are hiding everything! Those are clearly their new patients admitted to the nursing home!]

[For them, as long as we no longer fall into a "fainting" state, we can be judged as "cured", and the longer those who persist, the deeper the degree of alienation will be, and in the end they can only completely become the bottom of the sanatorium and never see the light of day.

Monster!]

[And tomorrow, I will follow in the footsteps of those patients]

Zhang Quanrui also quickly scanned the content on the wall. At first he was shocked by the indictment on this entire wall, and then he felt deeply sad and indignant at the helplessness of this hoarse but humble protest.

Chung Jun said: "According to the blood book, it turns out that [recovery] refers to [no longer falling into coma], that is, no longer falling asleep."

Zhang Quanrui clenched his fists, "The thing fixed on our hearts when we were admitted to hospital was not a detector at all, but a device used to release [excitable current] to increase our probability of [recovery]! In this nursing home

, maybe there is no new drug at all, and it may not be able to cure [fainting syndrome] at all!”

"This pharmacy should have been one of the clinics that admitted patients a year ago. It seems that [fainting syndrome] is also determined by a certain genetic gene. The more [fainting syndrome] patients die in nursing homes, the more fibroid city selection

The fewer new patients will come, if this continues for at least twenty years," Mr. Chung threw the crescent knife and said coldly, "[fainting syndrome] will be extinct in the fibroid city."

Call them cruel, but they didn't dare to use violence easily. They completely transformed Fibroid City and divided it into a new city, killing all the families suffering from Fainting Syndrome in an instant.

You can say they are kind. They have set up a place called [Sleep Sanatorium] to indirectly win people's hearts and eliminate the descendants of those [Sleeping People] who hinder the development of the city's industry.

In the so silent pharmacy, one can seem to hear the sad sighs of the patients facing death one after another.

They don't even expect to survive.

"It hurts so much." Zhang Quanrui suddenly covered his chest and his heart, and sat down holding on to the wall.

Chung Jun grabbed Gu Yan's wrist and glanced at his watch.

Twelve o'clock midnight.

It’s time for most patients to fall asleep.

The "heart rate monitor" on the heart begins to work, constantly releasing "excitable current", ensuring that the patient cannot fall asleep for a long time, and eventually the patient's mentality is distorted and the nerves fail.

Chung Jun's situation is not much better than Zhang Quanrui's.

The detector seemed to have considered that he had previously used the sedatives in the emergency room, and specifically increased the current index tonight. Chung Jun felt as if his heart had been torn out, and a needle-like sting swept through him.

His whole body was in pain so much that the tip of his nose was sweating.

The two of them rested half-lying against the medicine shelf and stopped talking.

The whole pharmacy echoed with Gu Yan's steady snoring and the two of them breathing hard to endure the labor pain.

"Chongjun, thanks to you, Qiwei and I returned to the team safely."

While he was tossing and turning unbearably, a slightly tired female voice reached Mr. Chong through the intercom.

Qiudie threw her motorcycle jacket on the mecha chariot behind her. She leaned on the hot metal shell of the chariot and looked down at the solemn wind and sand blowing from the desert on the top of the mountain. She walked around the wind-eroded ruins beneath her feet.

, lapping against her trouser legs like a wave.

Qiwei was squatting beside the chariot, holding a blood-restoring potion in his mouth. He swung the hammer in his hand and hit the squeezed and deformed outer shell of the motorcycle, making a crisp buzzing sound.

Mr. Chung took a deep breath, sat up slightly and replied, "Congratulations, Captain Qiu."

Qiudie was helpless, "How is the situation over there? It can't be worse than me, right?"

Located in the endless desert of the Middle East, he was chased by a gang of down-and-out bandits, and managed to escape death and return to the team.

Mr. Chung chuckled and shook his head, as if he was mocking himself, "I'm barely doing it, but I used your personal skills once before. I don't know if it caused you any trouble."

The inventory and panels of the two people are still merged together. Logically speaking, they can both see each other's health status, but at this moment they still talk a lot to comfort each other, as if only the other person's personal words can reassure themselves.

.

At least that's what Qiudie thinks in her heart.

"I just said that when I wanted to open the panel, I found that my skill panel was grayed out. It turned out that when you were using it, I didn't have access permission," Qiudie complained pretending to be dissatisfied, "

It’s okay, just tell me in advance next time.”

When Mr. Chong wanted to reply to her, "Stop pretending, I know you don't mind," the current increased to a higher level, and he took a deep breath unconsciously.

Qiudie was startled by his heavy breathing and quickly asked, "Are you injured? Have you taken the recovery potion?"

Mr. Chong: "In the dungeon here, the potion column is locked and cannot be used."

Qiudie was startled, and her hands unconsciously clenched the window edge of the mecha.

"Then it hurts, isn't it?"

Mr. Chung raised his head and met the wisps of moonlight projected from the window.

"It's like a kitten is scratching my heart."

Qiudie didn't understand what he said and thought he was answering a wrong question.

Mr. Chung didn't speak any more.

The last time the two of them maintained such a tacit silence was in Huarong Road.

At that time, at least they were still in the same place, instead of you running towards the rising sun, there was a crescent moon and a wall of blood in front of me.

At this time, a stone flew directly towards Mr. Chung's head.

Mr. Chung's spiritual pupils flashed, he tilted his head slightly, and dodged the attack.

Opposite is Zhang Quanrui's stinky face.

"How presumptuous of you."

Zhang Quanrui pouted and said, "I can continue to pretend I didn't see anything, but my ears say I heard everything."

Here it is, today’s second update!
Chapter completed!