Heartthrobs engage in bosses in escape games [Unlimited Streaming]

Yan Shaoqing sneered, and said sarcastically, "Isn't that the man with poor kissing skills you?"

Doctor Chang snorted coldly, obviously not believing it, his dark eyes were deep.

"It's time to punish you for being full of lies and resisting treatment."

The doctor raised his hand to pinch Yan Shaoqing's jaw, leaned over and kissed it directly, the tip of his tongue pushed his lips apart violently, and at the same time, he brought in another thing, which seemed to be some kind of round flake It has a green and astringent bitter taste.

Yan Shaoqing realized something was wrong, and wanted to spit it out immediately, but the arrogant man pinched his cheeks and forced him to swallow it forcefully.

Annoyed, he broke free from the doctor's shackles, suppressed the feeling of nausea, and asked in a low voice: "What did you give me?"

"Medicine."

Dr. Chang took out a three-nothing brown medicine bottle from his pocket and shook it in his hand. It was filled with the same white pills as before.

He glanced sideways at the electronic clock on the wall, it was 18:40, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Although 19:00 is the time for the second dose of medication, as the attending doctor, I personally think that your condition is too serious and I'm afraid you won't be able to last that long." He leaned over to Yan Shaoqing's ear, and the corner of his lips touched Looking at the other person's ear, he untied the belts on both sides of the seat at the same time, and said in a low voice, "You should really thank me."

Not long after taking the pills, Yan Shaoqing felt that his consciousness was a little dazed. Although he was sleepy, he could barely stay awake by gritting his teeth.

"Don't worry, drowsiness is a normal reaction, which means that the effect of the medicine is about to take effect. Go back to sleep and you'll be fine. It's better than being tortured by illness."

Doctor Chang supported Yan Shaoqing to stand up from the seat, with a gentle voice, like a normal angel in white.

But of course Yan Shaoqing would not be fooled, he had already seen through the vicious nature of this man.

Walking to the door, Dr. Chang opened the door, letting Yan Shaoqing support the wall by himself, and walked out in a nonchalant manner.

"No. 1414, this is the second violation." The doctor looked at the door, his eyes moved away from Yan Shaoqing, and gradually became cold, "If there is another time, we can only use physical correction."

Seeing that the time limit was approaching, the other players were still worrying whether Yan Shaoqing would be buried in this correction room just like the omen of death that Wu Yongnian said, but they didn't expect to come out alive, but the mental state seemed a bit not good.

Seeing the predestined person walking wobbly, looking like he might fall at any time, He Sirui's boyfriend Li Max immediately stepped forward to support the other person's shoulder, and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"

It is probably because he has been mentally tense and has an illusion. He always feels a cold gaze on himself, as if locked by a ghost, but observing the surrounding medical staff, it is clear that no one pays attention to his direction. He is like air.

No, not only him, even Yan Shaoqing, who was hugging him now, seemed to be regarded as air by the surrounding NPCs, and the focus of the eyes of those NPCs had completely shifted to another direction.

"fine."

Yan Shaoqing waved his hand and broke away from He Sirui. The sleepiness came and went quickly, as long as he stood up, it had already begun to gradually weaken.

Yan Shaoqing naturally noticed the abnormal reactions of those NPCs.

Zheng Anhao stared at Yan Shaoqing unwillingly, and secretly clenched his fists. The time displayed by the electronic clock was 6:42, and it was only 2 minutes away. Does it have to be the third violation to avenge his hatred?

He gritted his teeth, glanced at a nurse next to him, and planned to do it directly, taking the newcomer's last breath.

"Hey, why are your legs cramping?"

Zheng Anhao hugged his leg clumsily, and threw it at the nurse beside him with a painful expression.

I don't know if it was because he couldn't see him, the nurse didn't even move to dodge, and was directly hit by his big and thick body in the chest, and fell to the ground tragically.

The nurse's pupils shrank, and when she got up, a strange protrusion appeared on her chest, and it quickly disappeared.

"number 1414."

The doctor turned his back to the door and looked at the equipment on the workbench. The freezing cold voice came from the correction room, faintly carrying a trace of cruel excitement.

"Attacking medical staff is a felony. Since you have not changed your mind after repeated admonitions, you can only resort to the last resort."

The doctor's dangling hand slowly dropped, and finally selected a high-power electrotherapy device from the pile of tools. He pulled up the socket with one hand, and gestured to the nurse outside the door with the other hand, "Bring number 1414 in."

Zheng Anhao, who was lying on the ground with his legs crossed, saw that the doctor had chosen the electrotherapy device, and almost sneered, but before he could say "ah", a claw with blue armor grabbed his shoulder, The sharp points converged, almost piercing his flesh.

Zheng Anhao was stunned by the unbearable pain. He turned his head and saw that the female nurse whose chest was hit by him was staring at him fiercely at this moment, her sharp nails wanted to tear off his arm directly.

"No. 1414." The nurse's voice was low, as if squeezed out of hell, "Doctor Chang called you."

The nurse was as strong as a cow, and pulled up Zheng Anhao's bloody shoulders, and while the other party was struggling helplessly and terrified, he dragged him directly across the floor into the room, and tied him tightly to the restraint chair with a belt.

Then another nurse also came over, plugged the socket of the electrotherapy device into the power strip next to the chair, and pasted the conductive metal sheet on Zheng Anhao's forehead and chest.

"Help!"

Zheng Anhao howled hysterically, twisting his body desperately, trying to break free from the belt, but to no avail, he could only watch helplessly as the doctor sneered and turned on the switch of the electrotherapy device.

The other players couldn't protect themselves, who would have time to save an unfamiliar person, let alone that person was made by his own leg cramps.

The electric current passed through the whole body, like ten thousand ants piercing the heart, the pain made Zheng Anhao break out in cold sweat, and he could howl twice at first, but when the current got bigger and bigger, he could only twitch his body with his mouth wide open, and couldn't even cry out. .

When Yan Shaoqing was dragged into the correction room before, he locked the door, but this time the door was wide open, and the execution was carried out publicly. look straight at.

Rather than suffering such torture, it would be better to be cut cleanly by the ghost.

Taking advantage of other people's distraction, Yan Shaoqing took out his medical record card and took a look.

The 1414 written after the number is gone, replaced by a blurry mosaic.

However, on the mosaic in the column of illnesses, there were several overwritten words: Frigidity.

Yan Shaoqing: ...

The patient instructions prohibit the player from being dirty, so he can only choose to remain silent.

Doctor Chang seemed to have seen enough of Zheng Anhao's ugly behavior, hummed a few weird melodies out of boredom, and turned the current frequency knob with his fingers, intending to push it to the maximum.

Under the double attack of pain and torment and body paralysis, Zheng Anhao rolled his eyes upwards, his buttocks got wet, and he urinated uncontrollably.

A large stream of warm yellow liquid dripped down the legs and the edge of the chair, landing right into the power strip that lay at his feet.

"Stab!"

A dazzling electric spark emerged from the power strip, the electrotherapy device stopped working, and all the surrounding lights went out instantly, falling into pure darkness.

"All patients, don't panic, just stay in your own room." The head nurse shouted throughout the corridor, "It's just a short circuit in the electrical box, and the backup power will be turned on in 15 seconds."

"Click!"

After exactly 15 seconds, with a soft sound, the lights in the room turned on again.

Suddenly turning from extreme darkness to light, the powerful light made everyone squint their eyes, and after a little adaptation, they regained their vision.

Zheng Anhao slumped on the chair, foaming at the mouth, taking in a lot of air but not exhaling, but at least he still had a breath.

The head nurse stepped on high-heeled shoes from the corridor in the distance, and told a nurse at the door of the correction room: "The electric box is short-circuited, go to the power distribution room for repair as soon as possible, the backup power supply can only maintain 30 minute operation."

The nurse who received the order nodded, and immediately walked quickly to the distant power distribution room.

"It's a pity that an uncontrollable emergency happened." The doctor looked at the urine all over the floor with disgust, and frowned deeply. "It seems that this physical correction treatment can only be terminated temporarily."

The smell in the air was unpleasant, and Dr. Chang didn't want to stay for a second longer. Before leaving the correction room, he told the head nurse, "Clean up quickly and send No. 1414 back to the ward."

The head nurse asked another nurse to drag the unconscious Zheng Anhao back to the ward, threw him on the cold floor and left.

Yan Shaoqing and the others also went back to the ward together, and walked away from the angry people in the room with a little disgust.

Wu Yongnian's omen of death could indeed be rewritten, Yan Shaoqing relied on a medicine, Zheng Anhao relied on a sip of urine.

"What did you and that doctor do in the correction room? Why did the NPC's target suddenly change?"

He Sirui leaned against the bed, twirling the red thread on his finger, so curious that he couldn't help asking.

His question is also the voice of the other six players. This is not just a question of curiosity, it is related to the life and death of every player.

"It's nothing special, it's just a heartbeat, and I haven't really figured it out yet." Yan Shaoqing scratched his temples, glanced at Zheng Anhao, who was lying dead on the ground, and said thoughtfully, "Wait until you figure it out." I'll tell you later."

The other players noticed Yan Shaoqing's eyes and immediately understood.

Zheng Anhao's little tricks behind the scenes failed to hide the truth from these shrewd old players. The White Rose incident has already made the top 2 topic list. Almost all players know that there is a personal enmity between the two.

Now that the NPC's attention is all on Zheng Anhao, it is a good time to use a knife to kill people. Even if Zheng Anhao survives this time by urinating, it will be difficult to use the same urinating method to avoid the next death.

Zheng Anhao was unlucky, but the other players were in the blank area of ​​the NPC's line of sight. Instead, they were safe. They couldn't ask for a change of hatred value target, so they didn't ask any more questions.

"When the power went out just now, I don't know if you noticed. The electronic lock of the iron gate at the stairway seems to have been turned on." Wu Yong'an looked sad and regretful. I didn't know what danger it was, so I didn't dare to go and see it."

Although the correction room is some distance away from the stairs, and the prompt text on the electronic lock cannot be seen, the red-to-green light of the electronic screen is quite conspicuous in the dark.

"Yes, I noticed it too." Shen Yuanxing said in a low voice, he had stumbled on the iron gate, so he couldn't help but look twice.

Not only them, but other players also noticed the color change of the electronic lock light. At the moment of power outage, it changed from red light to green light, but after the backup power was turned on, the luminous display screen returned to red again.

If they want to escape from here, they must go through the iron gate at the top of the stairs.

Although cutting off the power can also open the iron gate, the power distribution room itself has an electronic lock, and there are fixed nurses guarding the door, so their only way out is to find a way to find the authority card.

Soon it was time for free activities, and the nurse opened the door of the ward, indicating that the patient could move around freely on the floor.

Zheng Anhao was still half dead on the ground, his lower body was wet. When the nurse opened the door just now, she threw a new set of hospital gowns beside him and ignored him.

Yan Shaoqing was about to leave the ward to collect clues, but Shen Yuanxing, who had always been taciturn, walked to his bed coyly, his cheeks were slightly flushed, and he said shyly, "Brother Yan, you are so good-looking, I have seen your The live broadcast of the last game is your fan, can I search with you?"

Before Yan Shaoqing could speak, He Sirui, who was sitting on the right, coughed heavily twice, and his two eyeballs swirled on Shen Yuanxing's body like blades.

Feeling the chill, Shen Yuanxing trembled in shock, looked at He Sirui and said hesitantly: "I, actually, I still like to search by myself."

After finishing speaking, he ran away like a rabbit.

Yan Shaoqing looked at the bullying He Sirui dumbfoundedly, stood up, and was about to go out the door when a red woolen yarn came from the right and wrapped around his right wrist.

"Someone with predestined relationship." He Sirui tugged the string on his hand provocatively, "Let's go together."

"I'm a scientist, so..." Yan Shaoqing took out the Yan Hun dagger from the system space, used the sharp blade to cut off the red line in an instant as before, shook his head and said, "You and I have no chance."

The corner of He Sirui's eyebrows twitched, and he took the red thread back in distress.

Since he entered the game, no one dared to break his red line, but today he was broken, twice a day.

What's even more strange is that his red line is an S-prop, which contains the resentful soul of the female ghost in red, with its own spirituality. After Renchou rejected him twice, he still persisted in his infatuation and wanted to wrap his arms around his wrist.

The intuition of the magic stick told him that this newcomer is not simple, if he wants to pass the game smoothly, he must hang both eyes on the other party.

Hao Jinli sat cross-legged on the upper bunk, listening to the noise below, all the cells in his body were ready to move.

He also wants to hook up with the newcomer "Yan Qing" who is six points similar to his male god Yan Shaoqing. Thinking about it carefully, even the name sounds similar, this is a predestined fate.

It's just that Xu Liangliang, the TOP3 beauty on the beauty list, is still hanging on his body, tender and charming, it would be a pity if the beauty who posted it upside down didn't try it.

Don't lose the sesame seeds if you can't pick up the watermelon, that's not worth the loss.

Yan Shaoqing hurried out of the room, and He Sirui followed immediately.

Even though the magic stick was rejected by him twice, and he no longer came to harass him on the surface, it still followed him at a distance not too close or far away, and he couldn't even shake it off.

Speaking of which, he is also a well-known old player. If he doesn't look for escape clues to clear the game and do such shameful things, won't he feel blush?

Yan Shaoqing was helpless, and simply searched his own, treating the other party as air like an NPC.

There are many patients walking back and forth in the corridor outside. They are all mentally abnormal like No. 1413. They all shake their heads, look dull, and mutter words of unknown meaning, unable to obtain any valuable clues.

The space for medical staff needs to be opened with an authorization card, and they cannot enter at all.

Yan Shaoqing searched several wards one after another along the corridor, but found nothing but a few pieces of black hair occasionally.

There are many portable flashlights in the storage room, and the most indispensable thing for escape games is darkness.

Yan Shaoqing took a few handfuls from it in case of emergencies.

While searching, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar white figure suddenly swaying in front of the door, who else could it be except that unlucky man.

Taking advantage of this man's selective blindness, he felt that he could do something secretly.

Yan Shaoqing followed Doctor Chang all the way, but he didn't dare to get too close. To be honest, he was not very sure whether Zheng Anhao suddenly became the target of hatred of the NPC, whether it was because of the transfer of the white pills, or because of simple Having physical contact with an NPC, there is no harm in insurance.

Chang Ming stopped in front of the doctor's office, took off the work badge pinned to his left chest, and lightly pasted it on the electronic lock beside the door.

"drop."

[Advanced permissions have been confirmed. 】

A line of small characters popped out of the electronic lock, the screen light turned from red to green, and the door opened a small crack by itself.

Doctor Chang pushed the door open and went in.

Yan Shaoqing took advantage of Doctor Chang's turning around to close the door, and nimbly slipped into the room from under the other's arm.

And He Sirui, who had been following Yan Shaoqing, was naturally left alone outside the door, looking at the closed door with a melancholy expression.

There is nothing special in this room, just an ordinary office.

There is a desk in the middle of the room against the wall, and the file rack on the desk is full of documents.

There is a small bookcase next to the desk, which contains various medical books, but almost all of them are psychological counseling and treatment of mental illness.

In the farther corner of the bookcase, there is a small single bed for temporary rest.

Doctor Chang was still in the room, Yan Shaoqing didn't dare to rummage around blatantly.

After all, even if Chang Ming couldn't see him, he could still see the movement of other things, and there was still a danger of being discovered.

I wanted to wait for this unlucky man to leave by himself, but who would have thought that not only would the other party not leave, but instead he would pull away the swivel chair in front of the desk, lie on it and take a leisurely nap with his eyes closed.

Yan Shaoqing waited for a few minutes, then quietly walked forward, put his fingers in front of the other's nose, his breathing was steady, and he seemed to be really asleep.

This person is weird, he sleeps on a chair instead of a bed, which makes him feel in the way even if he wants to search the desk.

There were only two hours of free time in total, and he couldn't just wait like this, so he boldly turned over the file rack on the desk.

The folder contained the case files of all the patients in the hospital, all of whom had mental illnesses without exception.

Turning to the last one, it is the file No. 1414. The name and photo are all blacked out with black oil-based pen, but the column of symptoms is particularly conspicuous, and it is circled with a thick red pen: ninefold split personality patient.