From the moment Wen Zhong stepped into this mental care center, the last mission had begun.
In the center of the hall, a rope was hanging quietly, and at the bottom of the rope was a gray and stiff corpse, with wide eyes reflecting the scene ahead.
"Wen Zhong, what do you think?" Xu Chen asked with a robotic accent: "It's already eight-fifty, and there are still ten minutes left before the rest time mentioned above."
"It asked us to register at the guidance desk, but there was no so-called registration book there, so even if we wanted to register, we couldn't."
After listening to what Xu Chen said, everyone looked at each other. Since there is no registration book, how should they register now.
At this moment, Li Zhou said in a deep voice: "Why do we need to register? It's just a semi-abandoned bulletin board. Don't worry about it. If you have the time, you might as well go to other places to look."
His meaning is very clear.
Since there is no so-called registration book at the guide desk, it means that what is recorded on the bulletin board is not true, and there is no need for them to dwell on the content here.
"What do you think, Wen Zhong." Yuan Yingfei said.
Although he felt that what Li Zhou said made sense, it was Wen Zhong who ultimately made the decision.
Wen Zhong thought for a while and said: "There is indeed no registration book at the guidance desk, but this does not mean that what is said on the bulletin board must be false."
"There are still ten minutes until nine o'clock, so just be prepared in advance."
ten minutes.
Just wait ten minutes to verify the information on the bulletin board.
If the information on the bulletin board is false, they naturally don't need to pay too much attention to it, but if the information above is true, then they only need to find a way to leave their names in the registration book at the guidance desk.
Although there was no registration book inside the guidance desk, Wen Zhong already had other ideas.
His intuition told him that what was written on this bulletin board was true, and he could feel a familiar feeling from it.
Although the colors didn't match, he felt that those words appeared when the mission was released...words in blood.
Wen Zhong was standing not far from the guidance platform, Yuan Yingfei and Xu Chen were standing not far from him, while everyone else spread out and continued to explore the hall.
The hall was eerily quiet, and everyone else, including Li Zhou, was unconsciously nervous.
This feeling is inexplicable, as if something will really happen at nine o'clock. This feeling can be directly attributed to the sixth sense that the ghost controller has honed in life and death.
Time is still passing by minute by minute.
Wen Zhong still leaned against the wall without making any movement, his eyes kept looking around.
As time went by, the places he could see became more and more, but the areas connecting the corridors at both ends of the hall were still shrouded in rich darkness.
There are no stairs leading to higher floors in the entire hall. If they want to go to the second floor, they may need to go through the corridors on both sides to find the stairs.
"The Scarlet Letter mission issued during the last ceremony contained too little effective information. The interval between the mission and the previous mission was also very short. Even the host did not show up."
"Moreover, Dai Zhibin and the mysterious man have not appeared yet. Instead, a group of strange ghost masters have appeared. Is this really just a coincidence, or are these also part of the mission?"
Wen Zhong frowned slightly and scanned the people around him with the corner of his eye. Until now, he was still wary of other people.
"Forget it, no matter what, we still have to survive the first night. Nothing happened on the first night in Baiyang Village. I don't know what it will be like here."
Wen Zhong was thinking carefully and trying to analyze all valid information.
And at this moment, a gloomy green light suddenly lit up in the originally dark hall.
"what's the situation."
Yuan Yingfei turned around suddenly and looked at the light source,
It was a dilapidated safety passage indicator light, which seemed to have been in disrepair for a long time. The dim green light was still flashing, as if an eye was peering into the entire hall.
Wen Zhong lowered his head and glanced at the time.
It's eight fifty-five, there's still a little time before nine o'clock.
"Is this a warning?" Xu Chen said abruptly: "It's not even nine o'clock yet, but there's still something abnormal here."
The green light kept flashing, but other than that there were no other problems.
However, Wen Zhong discovered that the palm prints that originally existed only on the guide platform had spread to the ground at some point.
The small window at the registration desk nearby was also closed at some point.
But at this moment, everyone's eyes were attracted to Li Tianjie's body in the center of the hall.
The corpse that was originally hung by a rope was now lowered, with stiff limbs supporting the body, and white mist billowing in the mouth and nose, as if it would come alive at any time and attack the people around it.
"Which of you has nothing to do with this corpse?" Yuan Yingfei was silent for a moment and said with a frown.
"How could it be us?" Gong Sanbao said with a gloomy face: "Who would care about their long life to touch a corpse that might be resurrected by a evil spirit? Besides, this place is so big, if anyone really approaches the corpse, they will definitely be stopped immediately.
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Yuan Yingfei was silent, because Gong Sanbao was right, if someone really touched this body, he would definitely not miss it.
"Wen Zhong, it seems that what is written on the bulletin board is true." Xu Chen's mechanical voice sounded: "Do you want to go directly to the second floor? There may be clues to break the situation there."
"If we go upstairs without registering, I'm afraid we will die even worse." Wen Zhong looked at the guide board and already had an idea in his mind.
"Which of you has brought a notebook and pen? If you don't have a registration book, let's make one ourselves. If that doesn't work, use your fingernails to dig out a name on the guide table."
Everyone looked at each other, who would have notebooks and pens in a place like this, but when asked to pick their nails, no one dared to do it.
"Are you kidding me?" Li Zhou said angrily, "I thought you had some good ideas. Isn't it obvious that you are going to die?"
"Then what can you do?"
"Since the registration book is not at the guidance desk, it must be in the room next to it. I still have time, so I might be able to find something if I go look inside."
As he spoke, Li Zhou pointed to the iron door next to the corridor.
Looking at the iron door, Wen Zhong didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he felt that the gap in the iron door was getting bigger and bigger.
He could even feel a pair of extremely malicious eyes staring at him through the gap.
At this moment, it is less than a minute before nine o'clock.