3. Chapter 3

The person on the worn iron bed opened his eyes.

What he saw was a pale yellow ceiling, with traces of water dripping in the corners.

[Beep beep... Main system successfully linked]

[Welcome, E-level horror trainee Zong Jiu]

This is a room with four white walls, no windows, and even the decorations in the room are few and far between.

Zong Jiu was lying on his back on the rusty iron bed in the middle of the room, covered with a quilt of the same color, and a cup of cold boiled water was placed on the iron cabinet on the right.

There was a dead silence around him, and the atmosphere seemed extremely cold in such a cramped environment.

Zong Jiu opened his eyes and did not rush to get up. Instead, he quickly digested the information he had obtained in his mind, and compared and analyzed and integrated the information obtained from the original text with the explanation of the main system.

The first game mode adopted the personal show mode. This means that in this rating game, there is no teamwork, and there is no need to care about the life and death of others. The participating trainees only need to consider how to better perform themselves in this role-playing game and survive until the level evaluation after the first game.

First of all, the first task is to survive, and the second is to show yourself as much as possible. Because even if you survive, if you get a low evaluation from the main system and the mentor, you will face the dilemma of being eliminated.

Although the main system said something nice, saying that there is a chance of resurrection even if you are eliminated at a certain level. But Zong Jiu, who has read the original text, knows that the punishment dungeon is not a good place to go. The original text describes the death rate of the punishment dungeon as high as 95%, which means that if you go to the punishment dungeon because of level elimination, it is basically a death sentence.

As for how to show yourself in the dungeon and get a higher score, the main system also explained this issue not long ago.

In a dangerous situation, you can turn the tables, fall into a strong counterattack when you are against the wind, and survive in a desperate situation. Surprisingly, the evaluation score can be improved. On the contrary, if you are submissive and shrink for the sake of stability, the evaluation will naturally not be very high.

In general, there are two words: courting death.

Or to put it more directly, encourage everyone to die.

This style made Zong Jiu keenly aware of a hint of unusualness, even conspiracy.

It's a pity that he didn't finish reading the original text, otherwise he would know it completely.

Zong Jiu sighed in his heart and tilted his head.

On one side of the bed was a tattered iron cabinet.

Through the shadowy reflection of the iron cabinet, he saw his current appearance clearly.

White hair and light pink eyes, wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, buttons buttoned neatly in front, pale and slender limbs, blending with the pale wall behind him, like an exquisite large doll.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the blue letter "e" hanging on his chest.

Zong Jiu closed his eyes again after reading for a while, and opened his ID card in his mind.

The information on the ID card is very concise, only showing that the identity setting of this scene is a 17-year-old albino boy with autism, who is usually taciturn, and the time of admission is shown as this morning. It is exactly the same as the original text, without any difference.

After a while of silence, after confirming that there were no other sounds around, the young man finally turned over from the bed.

It was a smooth movement, but because of the severe dizziness and weak limbs, it was forced to drag and flow, with an indescribable lag.

His body was manipulated.

Zong Jiu bent his arms and pressed a few times, and came to the conclusion that he had taken psychiatric sedatives before, about six to eight hours ago, and there was still some residual drug effect in his blood.

He tightened his fingers and stiffly picked up the water cup on the iron table.

His hands were originally difficult to use, and after adding a layer of drug effect, he couldn't even lift the water cup. Helplessly, Zong Jiu had to move over to take a look.

The water cup was an ordinary stainless steel water cup. If you look closely, the outer wall of the cup is still wrapped with a thick layer of scale, which looks like it has been used for a while.

Under the water cup, a line of blood-red small words was engraved on the bottom of the cup.

XXX City Mental Hospital.

At the same time, the cold system prompt sounded again in the empty and narrow ward.

[The first solo show of the horror trainee begins, located at the 13th venue: the mental hospital]

[Main task: survive for three days. Additional task: find out the existence of the identity card that is different from others in this solo show]

[If the main task fails, you will be eliminated directly. The additional task is a non-mandatory task. If you succeed, the level evaluation coefficient will be doubled. Failure has no effect]

[Note that the 360-degree panoramic camera with no blind spots has been turned on, and all trainees have entered the full live broadcast state]

At the moment, the live broadcast room, which was still dark just now, suddenly lit up, and the huge words [Horror Trainee] in the center were extremely conspicuous.

The survivors who had been waiting outside for a long time cheered and swarmed in.

It is no wonder that the survivors are so enthusiastic, because this is the first time that Infinite Loop has held such an entertainment-friendly competition.

As soon as they came in, they rushed to the live broadcast rooms of the top-ranked trainees. No one would spend time paying attention to an E-level little transparent person like Zong Jiu.

Zong Jiu looked at the number of people in the live broadcast room that was still at zero, exited consciousness, and looked around.

The room was only a few square meters in size, with an iron bed, an iron cabinet, and an iron cup, all rusted, monotonous and shabby, and looked extremely empty.

Obviously, this place only provides rest for mental patients, and does not provide washing and showering functions.

There is an iron door directly in front of the iron bed.

The iron door is covered with dark yellow rust that is about to peel off. There is no lock or door handle. There is only a glass window on the iron door, facing the head of the bed. The patrol doctor or nurse can easily monitor the patient's condition from the outside.

There is no door handle or lock on the door. Both of these things are outside the door. It can be locked from the outside, and the people inside cannot open the door by themselves.

Patients have no human rights, especially those with mental illness.

Apart from that, the only thing that made Zong Jiu somewhat concerned was the densely packed numbers on the other wall.

At this moment, there was a click of unlocking outside the old door.

The next moment, the twisted iron door was easily opened.

"Squeak--"

The cold wind whistled in from the depths of the corridor.

The owner of the face was a cold-looking woman with a mediocre appearance, wearing a slightly yellowed white nurse uniform. When her eyes fell on the smiling Zong Jiu, this deep indifference and alienation still showed no signs of relief.

It was not like looking at a person, but rather like looking at an object.

She said coldly: "No. 12, dinner time is here. The restaurant is upstairs, go there by yourself."

Zong Jiu did not speak either, and dutifully played the role of an autistic youth.

The nurse ignored him and opened another door next to him, shouting the same words inside, but the beginning was changed to No. 13. After saying that, without waiting for a response, he turned around and walked straight downstairs with the lamp in his hand.

The corridor was very dark, so dark that you couldn't see what was down there. Even if there was a lamp emitting a faint light, it was still difficult to illuminate the deep darkness at the corner of the stairs. You could only vaguely see the yellowed and rusted iron plate and the incomplete steps dripping with water.

Zong Jiu curled his lips. He didn't stay there for long, and didn't even look at the ward No. 14 next to him, and walked up the stairs.

Unexpectedly, although the ward was very broken and full of dirt, the restaurant was unexpectedly very clean.

Light blue tiles were attached to the surroundings and the ground. Everyone lined up in front of the window with iron plates one after another to get food. The atmosphere was solemn, giving people a cold and depressing feeling.

There were already quite a few people sitting in the restaurant, and they were all wearing the same hospital gown as Zong Jiu.

It is very easy to distinguish which ones are horror trainees, because the level of each trainee is firmly hung on the chest. Obviously, except for the trainees, other NPCs cannot see this badge.

Perhaps in order to better promote the plot, almost all the people in the restaurant are patients with badges.

Before Zong Jiu walked in, the atmosphere in the restaurant was a bit weird.

But as soon as he came in, he attracted most of the attention.

The white-haired boy in the hospital gown walked slowly, and the long white hair slid down from his shoulders, like a moonlight hanging in the night sky, with a cold silver glow in the dim ward.

His deep profile flickered in the gap between his hair, just like Adonis, the most beloved beautiful boy of Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty in ancient Greek mythology, with a charm that is enough to capture people's hearts and transcend gender. Even if he does nothing, he can easily become the focus of everyone's attention.

The horror live broadcast room also exploded, and the audiences in other trainees' live broadcast rooms screamed one by one.

[Fuck! This person is here to participate in the talent show seriously. This appearance is simply amazing. He is more beautiful than the Son of God. Oh my god! ]

[I lick, lick, lick, I lick it to pieces! What is beauty to eat? Today I finally understand! ]

[Ahhhhhh, just for this face, I have set my eyes on it! Which live broadcast room is this little brother in? I will go there now! ]

Of course, in the thick barrage of comments about appearance, there are also people who sing the opposite tune.

[Okay, okay, this is not the entertainment talent show in the real world where you only need to look good and sing and dance to debut. Ours is the horror trainee plan of the infinite world. Just looking at the face is useless. ]

[That is, an E-level newcomer who looks weak and sissy will most likely not survive the first round. Cut it. 】

【What's the use of being good-looking? This branch venue not only has Zhuge boss, but also Shengzi boss. Isn't it nice to see them? 】

"He is an E-level newcomer."

At another long table, He Jianlan, who was observing, turned around again and said, "He looks pretty good."

Qin Ye used the chopsticks whose tips were almost worn flat to pick up the wilted green vegetables in the iron plate in front of him, with a look of worry, "If you are in this mood, you might as well observe Zhuge An and Vincent."

"Vincent didn't even come to the restaurant. He must want to take advantage."

He Jianlan's eyes swept across the back row without a trace, "Zhuge An is still sitting there."

They are old people. Qin Ye has experienced more than a dozen dungeons and is rated A. Although He Jianlan is B-level, he is also a high-level B-level, just a few places away from A-level.

"There are already two S-levels, three A-levels, and more than a dozen other E-level and F-level newcomers."

He Jianlan didn't finish his words, but both of them knew it in their hearts.

The dungeons in the infinite loop are also divided into difficulty levels. The fewer people there are, the less difficult the dungeon is. If the difficulty is higher, the number of people will increase relatively.

"......Compared to Vincent, I care more about Zhuge An."

Qin Ye raised his head, his eyes passed over the crowd and fell on the people at the end.

The handsome man with black hair sat there, looking cold. From a distance, he looked like an ancient painting slowly unfolding.

The only difference was the eye-catching S-level on his chest, with a small three on it.

Among the tens of thousands of horror trainees, there were only ten S-level trainees. They sat on the highest throne in the studio, overlooking all living beings.

And Zhuge An was another high-ranking S-level, ranked No. 3 in the initial evaluation of the main system.

There were also many big figures among the survivors of the infinite loop, and the most terrifying one among them was so scary that just saying his name was terrifying.

And Zhuge An's name was also listed among these big figures. He was famous for his wisdom and wisdom, and he could be said to have no omissions, so people dare not underestimate him.

He Jianlan knew this very well. If the "different trainee" mentioned in the random task was Zhuge An, I'm afraid they would have no power to resist at all.

He thought about it, and really couldn't think of any way to resist.

"Since it is not a necessary task, it doesn't matter if we fail. Let's be on guard first. If we can't afford to provoke him, can we not hide?"

Being on guard is always right. The most important thing is that the two of them, one A-level and one B-level, dare not provoke an S-level.

That's an S-level, the top ten of tens of thousands of horror trainees!

Even if we take a step back and have to provoke an S-level other than No.1, we would rather provoke the other eight than this mysterious existence.

Not only them, the atmosphere between the other old men is also a little weird.

The root of all problems is still the random tasks issued by the main system.

There has never been such a situation in the history of the infinite loop. The dungeons they have experienced are all team-based dungeons, and there are rewards for supporting newcomers. Even the two teams rarely meet in the dungeons, and there are not many conflicts between them. After all, the iron law of the infinite loop is that humans will always be inferior to ghosts. If you add the iron law of internal fratricide, I'm afraid there won't be many survivors left.

But now, this task has broken this boundary. Just like the horror trainees, from the moment the rules were announced, they knew that there might be a day when they would kill each other in the future.

Fortunately, they had to live to that time, so they didn't have to think too much before.

After the old lady's colander technique was completed, Zong Jiu walked to the corner with the iron plate and quietly started to solve it alone.

The food here is not delicious, nor is it bad. The hospital's perfunctory attitude towards these mental patients can be seen with the naked eye, but it is definitely better to have food than not to have food.

The effect of the drugs remaining in the body began to recede, and after the nerve endings were restored, the stiffness of the hands was slightly better, but the movements were still sluggish, with an obvious sense of incoordination.

Zong Jiu had long turned a blind eye.

Although he had undergone countless operations of various sizes in the years after the car accident, his hands still could not recover to the level of normal people. At the worst time, it was difficult to even move. Now, at least with his persistent training, he can take care of himself.

The cold light without any temperature was projected from the top of the restaurant, and the reflection of the iron plate showed the young man's light pink eyes.

So far, although the plot has changed a lot, it is still generally within the scope of Zong Jiu's knowledge.

But it will soon be different.

Because... there are less than two hours before the original owner's death in the plot!