Underworld live broadcast room

After Jiang Muqiu sorted out the backpack column, he felt that there was nothing to do. He searched the live broadcast platform and found no interesting players. He was really bored, so he was ready to start his second level directly.

Walking out of the gate of the western-style building, the fog around Jiang Muqiu gradually dissipated, and the scene in front of him gradually became clear.

Jiang Muqiu's second level is a ward, and at the moment his clothes have also changed into blue and white striped hospital clothes. There is no doubt that in this level, he is a patient. As for what kind of disease, It is still unknown.

"It's not in vain that I squatted for so long, little brother, come on!" "Here we come." "Fortunately, I set a special reminder!"

[The main task has been updated, escape from the ward. 】

The night was dark and windy, and there was no moon. The curtains of the ward were not drawn, and even the windows were open. The white curtains fluttered with the wind, like a manic ghost.The entire ward was shrouded in dim light. There were six beds in total, and five of them were tightly separated by bed curtains. It was not known whether there was anyone inside.

Only the bed curtain of the hospital bed next to Jiang Muqiu was open, and it happened to be beside the bed. The cold wind came in from the outside, blowing Jiang Muqiu's thin and wide hospital gown, revealing a delicate collarbone, healed The hair looks extraordinarily slender, exuding an indescribable morbid beauty.

"Wow, little brother in a hospital gown, I want to push him down!" "This place looks a bit infiltrating." "How many horror stories happened in the hospital, Amitabha." "Look at the little brother's face, I feel frightened My heart has a little comfort." "Have you forgotten your identities?" "Wake up, you are a ghost! It's just a hospital, so there's nothing to be afraid of!"

Jiang Muqiu took a look at his hospital bed, No. 6, and then walked to the window, wanting to see which floor it is now, unexpectedly, just as Jiang Muqiu wanted to look downstairs, bloody handprints appeared one by one on the glass window , as if something invisible was climbing upstairs from downstairs.

"Me! What did I just see!" "This ghost brother is good at acting. He has trained to become Spider-Man in order to scare people. He worked hard enough." "I announce that the annual outstanding employee award of the underworld is awarded to this brother." "Although the ghosts can float." "Hey, you ghosts have ruined the good horror atmosphere!" "Can you watch it well, it affects the viewing experience too much." "I don't want to watch the barrage." "Barrage body protection, barrage body protection."

Jiang Muqiu raised his eyes and glanced at Tuanzi, the silver frame reflected the cold light.A text bubble immediately popped up on the head of the dumpling, "QAQ." Jiang Muqiu frowned and smiled, "Well done." The text bubble immediately changed to a happy and excited emoji.

After a brief exchange with Tuanzi, Jiang Muqiu turned his attention to the window again. He lowered his head and looked downstairs. It was too dark, and there was no light on below, like an invisible abyss, so that Jiang Muqiu didn't know the bottom. Not sure which floor I am on now.Therefore, Jiang Muqiu focused on the bloody handprint on the side.

Jiang Muqiu stretched out his hand and stamped his palm on a bloody handprint, then narrowed his eyes slightly. The size of this handprint was either a woman or a child.

The two palms were joined together through the glass, and the scene looked a little strange, treacherous and dangerous.

"I don't know why, but my little brother's temperament always makes me feel that he is the boss behind the scenes." "Dangerous and charming, I am dead." "Probably because I know that the owner of the bloody handprint is the same kind?" "Humans and ghosts always feel the same way." It will be different, I still have some feelings of nostalgia."

Jiang Muqiu stared at the row of bloody handprints and studied it again, and found a problem, this person has no palmprints.A woman or child without palm prints?

Remembering this for now, Jiang Muqiu turned his gaze to the ward again.After all, it was impossible to jump out of the window, unless he was willing to take the risk of falling directly to his death.But what happens if you fall to your death?Jiang Muqiu is still very interested in this, but it is obviously impossible to try it by himself, and there is no way out if he tries it.Jumping out of this option can basically pass.

Jiang Muqiu first checked his hospital bed carefully, and found a pen and a notebook in the drawer next to the bed. There was nothing in the notebook, and it looked brand new.Does this imply that these two things will be used next?Regardless of whether it was true or not, Jiang Muqiu temporarily put them into the backpack.

On the wall beside the bed, Jiang Muqiu found another note, which said the date of admission, September 9th.There is another line of remarks below, paranoia.

After thinking for a while, Jiang Muqiu took out a pen and a notebook, and recorded these two pieces of information on it. "September 9"

"Wow, my little brother's handwriting is so beautiful." "The handwriting is just like the person, what you said is true." "But isn't there that note? Just pick it up, why do you have to write it down?"

Jiang Muqiu saw the problem with the barrage, and said with a smile: "After all, you need to use the pen and the notebook. What's more, what if there are too many props in the future and the inventory column is not enough? I'd better plan ahead and put the useful ones directly Put all the information in the notebook."

After closing the notebook, Jiang Muqiu simply didn't put it back in the backpack, just held it in his hand, and walked to the next hospital bed.

"When the curtain is pulled, I always feel that something scary will suddenly come out of it." "Don't scare yourself." "Isn't it a ghost? Aren't you a ghost?" "When you were a human Are there no people who are afraid? Serial murderers or something." "If you don't listen, don't listen, the turtle recites scriptures."

Jiang Muqiu walked to a hospital bed and opened the curtain in front of the bed without the slightest hesitation, but the inside was empty.This is bed 3.After careful inspection, nothing of value was found, so Jiang Muqiu turned to another hospital bed. Bed No. 2, Bed No. 5, Bed No. 1, until reaching Bed No. 4, Jiang Muqiu's hand just touched the curtain when he was accurately grasped by one hand.

"Ahhhhhhh!" "I knew it!" "Oh my god, this sudden appearance scared me to death."

Jiang Muqiu looked down at the hand that was holding his wrist through the curtain, and there was nothing special about the outline.But this hand is extraordinarily strong, with this hand strength, I wish I could pull Jiang Muqiu's arm off directly. In short, the patient on this bed must not be weak.

"Don't, I'm afraid of light." An angry voice came from the curtain on the hospital bed.

Jiang Muqiu broke away from the hand holding his wrist, and said coolly: "Then you should turn off the light."

"Light? Is it night now? Tell me earlier, my friend." The person on the No. 4 hospital bed suddenly opened the curtain by himself, staring at Jiang Muqiu with a pair of dark green eyes, "I'm so sorry my friend , did I hurt you?"

"No." Jiang Muqiu glanced at his red wrist, and said quite coldly.

"Oh, what a dishonest child, it's okay, even if you tell the truth, I won't be born

"???" "Tell me this is a horror game." "Ah, I can't bear it, my little brother seems to be molested! Damn it! Let me go!" "No! Let him go, what's the point I'm coming ah ah ah."

Jiang Muqiu's face darkened in an instant, and he raised the somewhat thick notebook with his left hand and directly touched the man's head.The man quickly let go of Jiang Muqiu, covered his beaten head with his hands, and said meanly: "Oh my friend, don't worry, I will endure, but you can't completely blame me, who said You are so attractive." After that, the man raised his head and smelled it in the direction of Jiang Muqiu, "It smells so good."

With a cold face, Jiang Muqiu decided to ignore this idiot, opened the notebook, took out a pen, and said without any ups and downs, "Name."

"What my friend? You don't remember my name, I'm so sad." The man's face showed a grief-stricken expression, but within a second, it immediately froze and changed into a clear expression. "Ah, I see, what role is it this time? It's okay, it's okay, I won't ask, I will cooperate well, the doctor said it will help you."

"My name is Wu Liuyi." The man straightened his face and replied seriously.

Jiang Muqiu didn't want to make any comments on this actor, but just handed over the pen and notebook and said, "Write it down."

Wu Liuyi did as he did, but failed to leave even a trace on the notebook. "Look at my friend, it's not that I don't cooperate, it's that your magic notebook doesn't like me, but I believe that you like me."

"I don't like it." Jiang Muqiu ruthlessly punctured Wu Liuyi's fantasy, took the notebook and pen, wrote the number 561 casually, and it was written on it. It seems that this notebook really recognizes people?After finishing writing, Jiang Muqiu asked again: "My name?"

"Oh, is it an amnesiac script this time?" Wu Liuyi's eyes widened in surprise, "Your name is Jiang Muqiu, my friend."