Become the king in the cruel game

Chapter 102 Cook Hospital (7) Dean Cook

After bypassing the extremely slender closed corridor, Feng Yu followed the mirrors and passed the scanner at the gate on the first floor.

The cafeteria is white and spotless, and the huge space seems a bit empty.

The patients wearing slippers were looking for a way to escape from here. However, the canteen, like the ward, was a fully enclosed room with no ventilation ducts or windows for ventilation.

There are only two rows of pink-coated mirrors holding black cuboids around which tiny blue arcs circle.

Looking at the pink clothes holding weapons in their hands, more and more mirrors chose to compromise. The terrifying scene of feeding medicine appeared in their minds, so they quietly found their own number, and then sat down slowly.

In the face of the terrifying current, these patients became extremely well-behaved.

The patients who stay here have chosen to follow the crowd.

Feng Yu sat down at position number 2045, and she observed the surroundings with great interest.

Jing Dazhuang sat beside her and thought about something. He clasped his hands and the mirror surface wrinkled.

Plastic tableware has been placed neatly on the white dining table in front of them. The staff of Cook Hospital seem to be waiting for the patients to arrive and let them eat together.

Soon, 5 minutes is up.

Some of the patients who stayed outside the cafeteria were eager to come in.

The way was blocked by a blue laser that suddenly appeared. The blue mesh laser kept rotating, and the door of the canteen was shrouded in blue.

A human player had some kind of confidence. He tentatively tried to get in through the gap, but the laser rotated and the hand he just stretched out turned into two neat parts!

The man's eyes widened, looking in disbelief!

After a while, the screams started!

"what!"

The player was taken away by a man in pink while screaming.

Not only that, other patients who did not enter the cafeteria were forcibly suppressed by the sudden appearance of the strange pink-clad mirror and dragged into the unknown dark door on the side of the passage.

The space behind the door was dark, like an abyss swallowing people.

A patient kept resisting. It threw itself on Fenyi's body and was about to attack Fenyi. The mirror-like fists were already roaring!

Pink Yi took out a dark square with luminous blue lines. It held the square with a hand wearing thick gloves and hit the patient's mirror!
The blue electric arc sprang out like a swift snake!
The patient's mirror was shattered into slag!Blue flames rose from the mirror, and the high temperature burned the broken mirror!
Dark powder floated all over the floor!
bump!
The door to the cafeteria is closed.

A huge high platform descended from the top of the cafeteria. Standing on it was a well-dressed old man with a mirror. His beard trembled and his tone of voice was vicissitudes and slow, just like an old man standing on the stage and speaking slowly. lead.

Its appearance is similar to that of the Snow God - a flat mirror body, reflective human limbs, and a mirror head that looks like an old man, all of which are weirdly spliced ​​together.

The old man in the mirror wore a long white coat. He was well-dressed and his black leather shoes were polished.

The old man on the round platform coughed and said: "Cook Hospital has welcomed a lot of new blood, cough. It seems that most of the patients who come here are well-behaved, and only a few do not follow Cook's rules, cough."

The old man in the mirror stands upright. If you ignore the wrinkled mirror skin, he must be a handsome young man.

It's just that the old man's voice seemed a little older and slower.

"I believe many people have guessed that I am your dean - Jing Cook, an old man who cannot be older. You must have heard my voice on the radio just now." The old man said.

At this time, there was an NPC patient below who was dissatisfied. It shouted loudly, and the content of what it said was almost the same as what Jing Dazhuang shouted: "The residents of the island are free! The residents of the island do not accept captivity! Why do you judge that we are sick! Why! We are all free!"

"You actually said that I have tendon problems, that I have nerve atrophy, and are talking nonsense! I am the long-distance running champion of the island! Our speed is unmatched! You just found a reason to imprison us!"

"Damn Jing Cook, you are challenging the rules of the island!"

(End of this chapter)