I'm stuck in a horror game for 100 years

Chapter 85 Embracing Pathogens

"This is like a research institute."

Several people quietly came out of the room of the morgue. Even though they were wearing protective clothing, the severe decaying smell in the air was still seeping in.

Looking at the closed doors on both sides of the corridor, Wang Yan said with a frown.

This scene is very similar to the underground secret research institute of some zombie movies.

It can be seen through the glass on the door that there is no one in these rooms, only some medical equipment, and densely packed tubes are inserted into a large transparent container filled with liquid.

"Go in and have a look."

Jiang Tong spoke after observing the interior of the room.

"Do you want to go in like this directly? What if there is some mechanism or something like that?" Zhao Qiankun looked worried, his condition had worsened, and his only thought at the moment was to find patient X's body as soon as possible.

And now it has been basically confirmed that patient X is on the negative third floor.

"Has the virus in your body shifted to your brain? This is obviously a laboratory for the study of infectious diseases, and a mechanism is set up to ambush researchers, right?" Han Xiuyan kicked Zhao Qiankun directly.

Jiang Tong ignored them.

He pushed the door straight open.

A strong smell of disinfectant water hits the nostrils.

This room is not big, except for the medical equipment and tubes in the center of the room, there is only one table.

There are some bottles and jars on the table, many of which have been opened.

There is also a black case.

Jiang Tong walked up to the utensil.

The line of sight condenses.

"Sure enough, they dissected all the sick patients."

Inside the container is a foot soaked in formalin. This foot is brown. Numerous tubes connected to the instrument are inserted into this foot.

Jiang Tong could see it clearly.

The toes of this foot were still trembling slightly.

It is alive!

However, formalin and the soaked brown medicine of this foot obviously reduced its mobility to a minimum.

On the side panel of the instrument.

There are also some incomprehensible numbers that are constantly changing.

"What is this? Feet? Live feet? Wardfa!"

At this time, several people who filed in came to the vessel one after another.

Zhao Qiankun was straightforward, and blurted out directly.

Han Xiuyan didn't bother to complain about Zhao Qiankun this time, because she found that no matter how venomous she was, this uncle didn't care at all. Could this be the top stress resistance ability of social animals?

Seems like a nice talent.

"This is obviously the diseased body infected with the virus, and it is very likely that it was cut from the strange body of death."

"Looking at the current situation, this infectious disease seems to be like this: Weirdly infected, enters the onset period, and then dies. After death, the diseased part is resurrected and becomes a new creature."

"And this new creature is also contagious, and at the same time, it has a lot of weird abilities, and it is likely to become only unconscious killing..."

Jiang Tong agrees with Han Xiuyan's words.

However, the final inference still needs to be confirmed.

"Xiao Han, I didn't expect you to be very thoughtful, even though it's not as good as Jiang Tong... Ouch, to be honest, you kicked me again!"

The talkative Zhao Qiankun received another blow.

Wang Yan and Di Mo seem to be used to it too.

Jiang Tong, on the other hand, came to the table and opened the somewhat mysterious black box.

A transparent glass bottle filled with liquid and emitting a delicate fragrance appeared in his sight.

[Prop Name: Inhibitor]

[Type: Consumable Horror Items]

【Level: E】

[Whether the game can be brought out: No]

[Remarks: The virus inhibitor developed by Ren'ai Hospital through the blood of patient X, but its ingredients are somewhat lacking, and it has only preliminary effects]

It turned out to be an inhibitor, but unfortunately there was only one bottle.

"It's an inhibitor!"

Wang Yan was immediately pleasantly surprised.

At first, I thought it was a dead end, and I had to drag my sick body to forcibly pass through the dungeon, but now it seems that there is still hope to get rid of the virus.

"I'll go to other rooms to see if there are any more!"

soon.

The rest of the rooms were searched, and three bottles of inhibitors were found.

Only Zhao Qiankun and Wang Yan were sick, so three bottles are enough.

But just when Zhao Qiankun and Wang Yan were about to drink the inhibitor.

Suddenly there were hurried and messy footsteps in the corridor.

"Someone is coming, hide!"

Jiang Tong immediately shouted in a low voice.

It is uncertain how many ghost doctors there are on the negative third floor. Exposure at this time is definitely not conducive to the subsequent search, especially if it is found that patient X is transferred, it will be troublesome.

The longer this matter drags on, the worse it will be.

Jiang Tong can always remember that there is also a fat doctor who is evolving the pathogenic level.

Still slow.

When several people reopened the door to hide in, a man in white protective clothing rushed towards the corner of the corridor.

The man's goggles were broken and stained with blood.

Fleeing in haste.

It was as if something was chasing him behind him!
But when he saw a few people in the corridor.

A trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

Then shouted.

"Run! The disease has spread! Hurry up and notify the hospital..."

The man's words stopped abruptly.

A finger pierced directly through his head.

"It's the finger in that glass jar just now!"

Jiang Tong recognized it immediately.

At this moment, the finger that was stained with the blood of the fallen man showed no sign of stagnation at all.

Shoot towards the nearest Zhao Qiankun!

And at the corner of the corridor.

A large number of people wearing protective suits crowded each other, rushing over as if they were fleeing.

But the next second.

Blood was dripping, limbs were flying, and the entire corridor instantly turned into a rain of blood.

The foul smell filled every cell.

Countless strange organs greedily suck every drop of blood.

These are all diseased bodies cut from infected people!
"Back back! Back to the morgue!"

Jiang Tong made a quick decision.

Bloody ghosts pervade the outside of the body.

But Zhao Qiankun seemed numb from fright.

Didn't move at all.

Seeing his fingers piercing through his protective clothing, he subconsciously closed his eyes.

"I, am I dead?"

"Why, it doesn't hurt?"

When Zhao Qiankun tremblingly opened his eyes again, the finger just floated quietly in front of his eyes.

As if looking at Zhao Qiankun.

Then he ignored him, directly bypassed Zhao Qiankun, and rushed towards Dimo ​​Han Xiuyan who was fleeing in a hurry.

At the same time, Wang Yan's protective clothing was torn off by hands and feet that appeared from nowhere.

But the same situation as Zhao Qiankun reappeared.

Those fresh hands and feet ignored Wang Yan and rushed towards Jiang Tong and the others who had already retreated to the arrival hall.

Jiang Tong, who had already retreated to the hall, of course discovered this situation.

He suddenly remembered the plot of a movie.

"These diseased variants identify Wang Yan and Zhao Qiankun as our own?"

"If you want to get close to patient X, you have to be infected first?"

"Embrace pathogens?"

Too late to think.

Jiang Tong shouted directly.

"Take off the protective clothing!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Tong took the lead in tearing off his protective clothing.

【A large number of toxic bacteria are invading your body】

【You have been infected】

【you are sick】

[Your symptoms of illness are: irritable and irritable]

【Because your mental state is too strong】

[Your illness status has no negative effects]

The moment he took off the protective clothing, Jiang Tong received a large number of system prompts.

In particular, the strong and pungent decaying smell in the air seemed to be forced into the nose.

His system panel already showed sick.

But Jiang Tong didn't feel any discomfort...

These viruses seem to have entered his body and then been assimilated...

Even Jiang Tong felt that he was a little bit too excited.

Dimo Han Xiuyan watched Jiang Tong's series of operations, and they also saw the situation of Wang Yan and Zhao Qiankun, watching the strange sickness surging in.

The two could only curse secretly.

Then quickly take off the protective clothing.

Fortunately, Han Soo-yeon was also wearing clothes inside.

【you are sick】

【Your symptoms of illness are: fever】

【you are sick】

【Your symptoms are: lung cancer】

The moment she took off the protective clothing, Han Xiuyan felt her head was dizzy and her whole body was a little out of strength.

It wasn't until her skin became paler that it felt a little better.

Demo was even worse.

When he received the notification from the system, he felt like his lungs were on fire, with a sharp pain, and even accompanied by bouts of chest tightness.

The whole person is about to die.

But when the three of them got sick, countless sick bodies had already flooded the hall.

[The cleanliness has declined! 】

[The cleanliness has declined! 】

[Your mental power has declined! 】

【immunity! 】

System prompts kept ringing in Jiang Tong's ears.

Fortunately, these strange sick bodies did not cause any other harm to them.

"It works!"

Han Xiuyan was overjoyed, compared to being directly killed by a sick body, temporary illness and mental loss are nothing!
Demo was lying in a pool of blood.

Of course, the blood was not his own, but that of those weird medical staff who were torn apart.

"Jiang Tong! Dimo! Xiao Han! Are you all right!" Zhao Qiankun, who rushed in from the outside in a hurry, saw the scene of blood dripping in the hall, and almost vomited out.

Just looking at it for a few times, my mental strength has dropped a lot.

However, after the protective clothing was torn, his condition became more serious.

So much so that he had to lean on the door frame to shout.

"fine."

Jiang Tong and the others left from the pool of blood, and those sick organs seemed to have calmed down and remained motionless.

It seems to have lost its activity.

Glancing at the time.

It was exactly three in the middle of the night.

That is, the time when everyone on duty ends.

"I didn't expect to be able to avoid being attacked after being infected."

Wang Yan had a sense of the rest of his life after a catastrophe.

Even a little unbelievable.

"No, it's not that simple."

Jiang Tong shook his head.

He clearly remembered what Fat Doctor Ke Ke said before he died.

Patient X, too, is a bedbug!
"Perhaps the player will not be attacked unless the player is infected with the virus. This...is the setting of Patient X. Perhaps, he can be called Player X!"

Jiang Tong's words shocked everyone present.

"Player X? Patient X is also a player? Impossible!"

"There has never been a dungeon where cross-players interact with each other! Jiang Tong, you must have made a mistake!"

"I'm a newcomer, I don't understand, I don't express opinions, but I also feel a little ridiculous..."

Even Zhao Qiankun, who had always believed in Jiang Tong, felt a little weird.

He is a newcomer, but it's not like he hasn't attended a supernatural university.

Jiang Tong shook his head, not knowing how to explain.

He even had an illusion.

This patient X.

Maybe it has something to do with my original world!

"Ka Chi Ka Chi."

Just when several people rejoined, there was a sudden sound from the morgue in the hall.

Someone... No!Something is down!
"Go! Find Player X!"

(End of this chapter)