I'm stuck in a horror game for 100 years

Chapter 84 Fingers
In the bright and cold morgue, everyone stopped what they were doing for a moment.

Only the strange patients who came from the corridor were frantically knocking on the blocked door.

"Jiang Tong, was he talking to the morgue just now?"

Zhao Qiankun couldn't turn his head around.

He stared blankly at Jiang Tong not far away.

Wang Yan also expressed his incomprehension of Jiang Tong's mystery operation.

Di Mo, who was blocking the door with Zhao Qiankun, opened his mouth even more: "No way..."

He seemed to remember something.

And Han Xiuyan, who was standing beside Jiang Tong, directly covered her mouth.

She saw it.

In the morgue.

There lies a ghost!

A ghost with its head separated from its body but not completely separated!

"If you don't get up again, I'm going to get rough. I've always struck with no seriousness. If I get killed..."

Jiang Tong was trying his best to be gentle, but his scarlet eyes kept looking at the decapitated ghost lying in the morgue.

The words mixed with the power of ghosts seemed to carry the coldness blown up from hell.

Precisely.

This is not a ghost in the strict sense, but a weird creature that hasn't died yet.

Moreover, Jiang Tong still smelled a strong smell of decay on this strange creature.

"It is also one of those infected with infectious diseases."

"It was the attending doctor who Demo was pushing on the stretcher."

"Judging from the intensity of the smell and the weird events Demo encountered at that time, this guy should be completely infected into an unconscious weirdness."

The ghost doctor in the morgue slowly opened his eyes.

His eye sockets have been completely pixelated, and they are constantly twisting and wriggling, as if an object like an eyeball was forcefully inserted into the original eye sockets.

Feeling the terrifying aura coming from Jiang Tong.

The ghost doctor in the morgue faltered a little.

"Doctor Jiang Tong, my procedures will be completed soon. It's against the rules for you to squeeze someone in. Besides, if I don't go down for treatment, I will..."

"boom!"

Before the ghost doctor finished speaking, he felt a fist mixed with blood shadows, getting bigger and bigger.

Then, he lost consciousness.

Jiang Tong took out the unconscious ghost doctor, and threw it on the ground casually.

The ghost doctor, who looked like a corpse but wasn't exactly a corpse, rolled on the ground several times, and even lost his head, which had been simply reinstalled.

It seems that the little nurse has to do it all over again.

"Is this the corpse you pushed over?" Zhao Qiankun asked Di Mo in a low voice.

"Yes... yes." Di Mo looked at Jiang Tong's movements and hesitated.

"Didn't you say that the doctor is weird? How did he get fainted by Jiang Tong?"

"I suggest you ask Jiang Tong."

"I'm not going!"

Ignored Zhao Qiankun and Di Mo's singing together.

Jiang Tong clapped his hands and said to several people.

"The morgue is a tool for going down to the third floor, but it seems that some procedures need to be done, so let's just go straight down."

Seeing more and more strange patients gathering at the door of the morgue, the thin metal door couldn't last longer even with several dissecting tables inside.

"Doctor Demo, do you still remember what the man in protective clothing told you?"

Hearing Jiang Tong suddenly ask himself. /
Demo replied subconsciously.

"Remember, he said that B6 is fine in the future."

Jiang Tong nodded.

"Choose a comfortable mortuary for yourself." After finishing speaking, he ignored them and directly lay down in the morgue where the ghost doctor was lying before.

The morgue seemed to sense the weight, and slowly retracted it.

Darkness slowly enveloped everything.

In a narrow space exuding a decaying atmosphere.

It made Jiang Tong a little uncomfortable.

But soon, the morgue began to fall in an incredible way.

It seems that all the blocking objects have disappeared.

About ten seconds passed.

Jiang Tong could clearly feel that the downward trend had stopped.

Then the morgue was slowly pulled open.

A pretty face leaned over. It was a ghost nurse wearing a protective mask.

Seeing Jiang Tong lying in the morgue, the ghost nurse asked lifelessly.

"formalities?"

"Snapped!"

But what greeted her was a fist the size of a sandbag.

Jiang Tong jumped out of the morgue.

Into the eyes is a spacious arc-shaped room, the double door is closed.

The difference from the above is that the line of sight here is very bright, and the walls are covered with slender and white tiles, but the smell of decay is more serious.

[The air is filled with unknown viruses, continuing to breathe the air here will cause you to be poisoned]

The notification sound of the horror game just sounded.

Jiang Tong glanced at the ghost nurse who was lying on the ground, neatly guarded.

then……

Soon, Jiang Tong put on the equipment that he took off from the ghost nurse, but it was a pity that the item prompts were not allowed to be taken out of the dungeon.

Then he stuffed the ghost nurse's white and smooth body into the morgue.

Seeing the morgue slowly retract automatically, Jiang Tong noticed it.

This is a wall similar to the morgue on the second floor.

And by the wall, there are rows of well-preserved protective clothing and masks hanging.

"This……"

Sniffing the mask with the scent of the ghost nurse, Jiang Tong really wanted to say sorry to her, but it was a pity that the morgue had already gone up.

However, the protective clothing that Jiang Tong took off was white.

And the one hanging on the wall is blue.

Exactly seven pieces.

"It seems that it is also an item that is refreshed according to the number of copies." Jiang Tong was thoughtful.

Soon.

Wang Yan, Han Xiuyan, Zhao Qiankun and others also came down one after another.

"What a bad smell!"

"The system prompts that you will be poisoned if you stay here for a long time!"

"I'm going! The system prompts that my condition is getting worse! It's about to reach the contagious level!"

What Han Xiuyan said to Di Mo was quite normal.

But after hearing Zhao Qiankun's speech, several people moved away from him for several meters, including Wang Yan.

"Hey, hey, Wang Yan, why are you running! Aren't you too!"

"I'm afraid of cross-infection!"

Wang Yan was born as a nurse, Zhao Qiankun couldn't find words to refute for a while.

"Okay, there are protective suits over there, put them all on."

Hearing Jiang Tong's words, several people took off the protective clothing hanging on the wall and put them on.

"Hey, there are exactly seven pieces of protective clothing on this wall, the system is really considerate, hey! Jiang Tong, why are your protective clothing different from ours?"

Zhao Qiankun put on the protective suit happily, and he was very excited when he suddenly noticed this small detail.

It seems that I have a deeper understanding of the dungeon.

Then I saw that Jiang Tong's body was not the same color as theirs, and he was wearing protective clothing that seemed a bit small, and even had a faint fragrance, which didn't look like a man's style.

asked immediately.

"It's none of your business."

What came was an outrage.

Han Xiuyan patted Zhao Qiankun's stomach.

"Uncle, don't ask if you shouldn't ask."

"Tsk, this whole piece of soft abdominal muscles, how did you do it?"

"Ahem, it's been like this for a long time." Zhao Qiankun was a little embarrassed, but he wisely chose to shut up about the origin of Jiang Tong's protective clothing.

Everyone quickly got dressed.

"It seems that those weird illnesses cannot go down to the negative third floor."

Jiang Tong looked at the undisturbed mortuary cabinet and said.

As for the fate of the ghost nurse who was promoted and the ghost doctor who was knocked out, Jiang Tong can guess.

The patient in the onset period could not restrain himself and rushed out of the ward.

It even forced Ren'ai Hospital to issue a warning.

It is conceivable that these strange dangers.

It is now two o'clock in the middle of the night.

It is still unknown what the negative third layer is.

They must hurry up.

Besides, Jiang Tong still has a hidden mission to do.

Doctor Fat must die.

It's not because of personal grudges or anything, but because the sentence in the mission prompt may affect the subsequent actions in the city of horror.

"Jiang Tong, where do you think the body of patient X will be?"

Wearing a 'small' protective suit that accidentally fit her body, Han Xiuyan asked curiously.

"I don't know, but it must be a very closed place, otherwise, the air infection here may not be able to withstand the protective clothing."

Han Xiuyan nodded thoughtfully.

He heard the seriousness in Jiang Tong's words.

Zhao Qiankun said to Wang Yan worriedly: "Wang Yan, should the two of us wait here? I feel that when the corpse of patient X is found, it is when my two illnesses explode."

"Shut your crow's mouth!"

Wang Yan said angrily.

"I'm not afraid, hehe."

Zhao Qiankun was not angry either, and scratched his head with a smile through the protective clothing.

"Don't worry, even if that time comes, you will be sent out directly. The main task is to find patient X, but there is no mention of solving the infection."

Di Mo comforted Zhao Qiankun, this uncle is a bit stupid, but his luck is extremely good.

When everyone was talking about their experiences before.

Zhao Qiankun said with a proud face that he rejected the patient's interaction, and even silenced him when the task of the horror game was released.

At that time, Jiang Tong broke the secret in one sentence.

"This is probably because stupid people have stupid blessings."

As the saying goes, stupid people have stupid blessings, but idiots don't.

Jiang Tong deeply recognized this sentence.

Zhao Qiankun is a bit stupid, but he is not an idiot.

"Let's go, I don't know what's going on with the third floor."

Soon, several people followed Jiang Tong to the door of the spacious room.

Look out through the frosted window in the door.

It is a corridor with many corners.

The end of the corridor extends to both sides.

Long strips of incandescent light hung from the ceiling, illuminating the entire hallway.

Just when several people were observing.

At the end, two people in protective clothing suddenly came out, one of them was holding a record book in his hand, and was writing something with his head down.

Another held a glass jar filled with liquid.

The two stopped for only a short while, and soon disappeared from the sight of Jiang Tong and the others.

"It's him!"

Demo was surprised in a low voice, he recognized it.

Jiang Tong immediately understood.

"Is that the man who was in charge of recording on it?"

"That's right!"

"It looks like the third floor in the middle of the night is very lively."

Jiang Tong narrowed his eyes slightly.

The rest of the people didn't see it, but he could see it clearly just now.

In the glass jar held by another person just now.

He saw a finger.

A finger that keeps moving!
(End of this chapter)