Even if a fisherman enters an infinite game, he still has to cast a rod

【October 18th, cloudy weather.】

Vincent should never have taken Jack in in the first place.

That sinister clown, that despicable madman, it was he who infected him.

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Jack?

Jiang Yuan thought about it and confirmed that there was no such person in any patient files. This was the first time this name appeared.

Further back, there are obvious tear marks in the center of the notebook.

The handwriting on the remaining few pages was scribbled and messy, like a steel wool that had just scraped the bottom of a pot. In the end, only two sentences could be barely discerned:

[How could this happen? How could this happen! ]

[Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why is this happening! He actually...! ]

No matter the handwriting or the content, one can feel Tony's collapse, madness and disbelief.

Jiang Yuan sympathized: "Oh, poor brother Tony, he must be in big trouble."

Jiang Jian stated with a pair of lifeless eyes: "...I hate reversals and I hate the Riddler."

In the room filled with the musty smell, the air flow suddenly changed.

Just when Jiang Yuan noticed someone coming, a male voice suddenly erupted at the door.

"Hey! You two! What are you doing sneaking around here so late at night?!"

Yeah, it was discovered.

Jiang Yuan turned around and saw a man in a white coat walking towards him angrily through the iron frame. He seemed to be the doctor on night shift.

Just as he stood up and was about to use the excuse of getting lost in the middle of the night to fool the other party.

Upon closer inspection, I found that there seemed to be something missing on the doctor's pale face.

what is it then?

Oh, right!

His face was empty, so clean that it didn't even have any facial features. There was only a pale skin that softly wrapped around his head, which startled Jiang Jian so much that he gasped.

Jiang Yuan was curious and asked, "Master, where did he make the sound just now?"

Jiang Jian replied: "You will know after you kill him."

The faceless doctor walked towards the two of them quickly, with a fierce momentum. Without waiting for Jiang Yuan to establish communication, he punched them. Jiang Yuan dodged easily, but saw a flash of knife-like light at the other party's fingertips, holding a weapon.

It was a scalpel that was rusted and chipped by blood.

Even if such a weapon does not injure the aorta, it will still cause tetanus if it touches it.

Since the other party was sincere in killing people, Jiang Yuan was no longer polite. Fan Wen waved his hand and tied up the faceless doctor tightly in the blink of an eye.

He clenched his five fingers and strangled him on the spot.

“Bang!”

Blood splattered everywhere.

Dozens of body parts of varying sizes fell neatly to the ground. Warm blood overflowed the ground, staining half of the archive room red.

This battle came quickly and ended even faster, which made Jiang Yuan very worried.

He took back the question and asked in confusion: "I just wanted to tie him up and question him, and I didn't use much strength... Why did this man break?"

Jiang Jian was even more puzzled: "Are you being...modest?"

Jiang Yuan: “…”

Fortunately, Master Jiang soon determined that his apprentice was not being modest, but that there was really something wrong with this monster.

On the broken black and white checkered floor tiles, the blood plasma gathered like a living thing, and the red and white body parts swelled, deformed, and rose, gradually standing up and turning into a doctor exactly the same as before.

In the cold and dark archive room, more than a dozen people in white coats gradually stood up, facing the two men, and simultaneously took out rusty scalpels, with dangerous edges flashing.

Jiang Yuan: "Ah, it's split."

Jiang Jian grabbed him and said, "Stop talking and go!"

Seeing the monsters rushing over, Jiang Jian pushed down several iron frames around him, pulled his apprentice to the window they had arrived at, and climbed out.

Although they were on the third floor, this height was no problem for the executive, it was just like going down the stairs.

But the premise is that there is nothing strange downstairs.

Just as Jiang Jian climbed out of the window, a dazzling light suddenly appeared, blinding him, causing him to slip and fall down.

In the middle of the flower bed downstairs, there is a super golden toilet that is bigger than a truck, shining brightly with golden light, with the lid wide open, waiting for its prey to enter.

The inside of the toilet exuded a foul stench and was filled with all kinds of black, sticky, indescribable, shit-like creatures.

Jiang Jian fell into the air and was so shocked that he cursed out loud: "Fuck! There really is a golden toilet!"

Jiang Yuan exclaimed: "Master!!!"

The dark clouds drifted away, and the waning moon hung high in the sky, watching over everything on the earth.

Just when Master Jiang was about to enter the barrel and be ruined from then on!

The white spider silk was tied to the stone sculpture of a saint on the side of the building and wrapped tightly around it. Jiang Yuan grabbed the master's arm in time and reeled in the thread. The two of them hung on the wall, thus avoiding the embarrassment of falling into the toilet.

The master and disciple breathed a sigh of relief, having narrowly escaped danger.

But the group of faceless doctors just now were not so smart.

They followed the two men to the window.

Maybe it was because they had no eyes, or maybe it was because they had no noses, but anyway, they jumped down one after another without fear of death, with perfect grace, and with a "plop", they landed perfectly into the luxurious golden toilet.

When the last monster fell, the toilet was filled, the lid closed, and the monster doctors screamed and cut the gold with knives, trying to escape.

But then a familiar turbine flushing sound was heard.

Soon, it was all over.

Jiang Yuan and Jiang Jian looked at the toilet and made a rare unanimous sound of disgust:

"......Alas."

After eating and drinking, the golden toilet burped, flew into the air, and flew away happily like a shell.

After that, in the spiritual temple late at night, more and more strange things gradually occupied the two people's vision.

The lights and shadows dance in a bizarre and mysterious way.

To describe the current Rosemary Monastery as a place of chaos would be an oversimplification.

The rough, 2.5-meter-long elephant leg stepped on the ground, leaving behind a huge human footprint with distinct fingers. Its body was hidden in the black fog, from which came the miserable coughs of an old man.

A three-meter-tall royal blue dung beetle was pushing a dung ball made of dozens of dead human heads, rolling around in the withered garden, blinding eyeballs everywhere.

Floating in the air, what looked like dark clouds at first glance were actually a group of fat, black dead babies holding rattles. They were using their sticky umbilical cords to hang the TV-head patients on the ground.

All kinds of bizarre, weird, abstract, organic or inorganic creatures, fighting, struggling, devouring, merging, and finally collapsing and splitting into even weirder things.

Everything was covered in a gray, faded texture, like the hallucination caused by an overdose of hallucinogens.

Even Jiang Yuan was stunned and was unable to figure out what was going on immediately.

Until he discovered that no matter how the monsters fought, the surrounding buildings were not affected at all.

Jiang Yuan said: "This seems like a nightmare, Master."

Jiang Jian nodded: "Yeah, nightmare...wait? Nightmare?"

Indeed, most of these things can't even be called monsters, they are just a bunch of messy inorganic combinations.

Rather than a monster, it is more like the imagination of a madman.

He turned his head and looked at the inpatient department and medical dormitory in the distance.

Sure enough, it was quiet over there, with almost no monsters setting foot there, like an isolated island.

Jiang Jian suddenly had an idea and said, "Could this be Vincent's nightmare therapy as mentioned in Anna's letter?"

Jiang Yuan expressed his speculation: "Well, for example, let the patients eat the suspicious cakes and fall into a deep sleep, then release their nightmares to make trouble, so as to achieve their ulterior motives?"

Because of this, in order to ensure the stability of dream manifestation, the place where people sleep should now be the safest place in the ashram.

No wonder Jiang Jian’s fellow patients said it was dangerous at night. It seems that what he said was not crazy at all.

"but......"

Jiang Jian frowned and looked at the terrain leading to the hospital building: "Now there are monsters everywhere in the sky and on the ground. It's a bit troublesome to get through."

They are now hiding behind the balcony on the second floor of the main building. If they show their heads, they will be immediately discovered by the overwhelming monsters.

Considering the situation of the Faceless Doctor splitting just now, it is better not to collide head-on with the monster.

"Don't worry, Master."

Jiang Yuan took out two colorful cellophane candies from his pocket, held them between his three distinct fingers, and showed them:

"Ding ding ding! I have props."

Looking at his apprentice's bright smile and the colorful candies the size of fingernails, Jiang Jian's heart tightened and he recalled some past events that he couldn't bear to recall.

He asked tentatively: "...Isn't she going to turn into a fool-like old woman this time?"

Nurse Jiang grinned, her smile becoming even more brilliant like a flower, her eight sparkling white teeth opening and closing, confidently dispelling her master's doubts.

"Of course!"