Chapter 27

The light and shadow in the room were dim, and the light in the corridor penetrated the blurred glass, barely illuminating the faded and mottled children's paintings on the wall.

The cock-combed head stared blankly, gaping at the young man in front of him. Under such strong shock and impact, his brain had been turned into a mess.

He has experienced four dungeons and is no longer a novice. Therefore, he can understand every word and concept the other party says without any obstacles.

It is precisely because of this that he finds it even more unimaginable...

Tempt more ghost babies to regard themselves as "mother", take advantage of the loopholes in the concept, go outside the rules, and make themselves the true mother of ghost babies who can in turn control the ghost babies.

This is no longer a matter of "if you are not careful, you will lose everything".

What kind of terrible person must be to come up with such a crazy and bold solution?

It’s so terrible…

The cockscomb head stood there blankly, feeling a chill slowly crawling up his back. This strong sense of fear did not come from the monster in this copy, but from this living "human" standing in front of him.

Wen Jianyan took out his cell phone and opened the nightmare backstage.

In addition to the changes in the identity card and the points added to the account, he also saw another line of small print:

[Countdown to copy alienation]

【00:10:00】

Last time it was an hour, this time it was shortened to ten minutes.

Wen Jianyan sighed.

He knew it.

After all, in the last dungeon, he just killed a boss, and he was able to alienate the NPCs. But this time, he directly got stuck in a bug. Not only did he control all the ghost babies, but he also made his remaining survival time impossible to calculate. The dungeon

The adjustments made may be even more excessive than last time.

...forget it, forget it.

Anyway, this isn't the first time he's been targeted by a copy.

In this case, the ten minutes before alienation must be grasped carefully.

Wen Jianyan put the phone back into his pocket and turned to look at the cockscombed man beside him: "Let's go, let's seize the time."

"Go, where?"

The cockscomb head hadn't changed his mind yet, so he asked blankly.

Wen Jianyan thought for two seconds and answered:

"Go to the office on the third floor first."

Before the alienation happened, he had to quickly find Lin Qing's office and see what clues there were.

In the anchor hall.

Under the splendid dome, in the square divided into different areas, countless people flowed in. Anchors belonging to different guilds traded, socialized, and entertained here during their free time between live broadcasts.

As a strange space that is independent of the entire world, it seems extremely lively and peaceful. Only the light screen suspended in the void above the head reveals an ominous atmosphere.

The four blood-red characters "Entertainment to Death" hang in the air, quietly looking down at the huge space below.

Everything is the same as usual.

Suddenly, a "ding" sound sounded in the dome. This mechanical sound was so familiar that everyone in the hall subconsciously stopped their movements and looked towards the source of the sound.

"Hello, dear anchors, the C-level copy [Fukang Private General Hospital] is now open for emergency recruitment, the points are doubled, and the time limit is ten minutes."

On the light screen hanging in the void, the blood-red slogan disappeared without knowing when, leaving only a slowly flashing countdown:

【00:10:00】

What?!

The anchor hall was in an uproar.

All the anchors looked at each other, seeing the exact same shock and excitement on each other's faces.

A dungeon that has been opened temporarily recruits anchors from outside. The chance of this happening is very small. This often means two possibilities: First, shortly after the dungeon is opened, the mortality rate of anchors reaches more than 90%.

, in this case, the dungeon will open temporary recruitment, but this situation often occurs in dungeons above level A, or below level d - either the dungeon is too difficult, or the anchor is too good.

Very few people will accept this kind of recruitment. After all, the benefits from dungeons below level D are too little, and the death rate from dungeons above level A is too high. Even if you participate, it is easy to lose more than you gain.

Another possibility is...

Unpredictable changes occurred in the dungeon. The anchor broke the overall balance, and the dungeon was unable to adjust itself, so it was necessary to recruit new anchors to adjust the unbalanced plot.

This situation is much more ideal.

High rewards and low risks. As long as you complete the tasks assigned by the system or play the role in the script well, you can earn a very considerable income.

All the low-level anchors in the square couldn't help but get excited.

"It's harmful, don't think about it."

An old anchor looked coldly at the new anchor who was eager to try, sneered and said, "Even if you go, you won't be able to grab a spot."

"Why?" The new anchor frowned and asked unconvincedly: "This dungeon is C-level, isn't it? Then the number of senior anchors will be restricted. Those with too high levels will not be able to enter. Since everyone has

I’m a low-level anchor, why can’t I get a spot?”

"Of course senior anchors can't get in, and they have no interest in joining either."

The old anchor shook his head and said: "However, the major guilds will not miss this kind of low-risk and high-yield opportunity. They will definitely send relatively low-level newcomers in their own unions to train high-value newcomers who can also gain experience.

, and it can also reduce the mortality rate...Are you confident that you can grab the quota from those guilds?"

As he spoke, the old anchor raised his hand and pointed at the guild rankings hanging high not far away.

Oracle, dark fire, eternal day.

The top three guilds with the highest points are hanging high at the top of the honor list, looking particularly unattainable.

The new anchor fell silent and secretly clenched his fists.

The old anchor said: "Don't be too unwilling. This kind of opportunity will come to you sooner or later."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked up at the blood-red countdown not far away, and said, "Moreover, no matter how unlucky you are, you can't be as unlucky as the anchor who broke the balance in this instance... This person is definitely going to die.

.”

The third floor of Fukang Private General Hospital.

Wen Jianyan quickly found the doctor's office area.

He recalled the information on Lin Qing's identity card and stopped at the door of one of the offices.

The sign hanging on the door of this office has been removed, leaving only a small empty white area on the wall, with a slightly yellowed edge, slightly different from the other colors on the wall.

This should be it.

Wen Jianyan opened the door and stepped in.

The office is small and looks clean and tidy. A doctor's white coat hangs on a hanger nearby. Professional books on obstetrics and gynecology are neatly stacked in the bookcase. The table is spotless except for the messy stacks of books.

Several medical records.

Everything here looks extremely normal and ordinary.

Cockscomb Head stood at the door. While he was still hesitating whether to go in, Wen Jianyan stepped inside without hesitation and began to rummage very efficiently.

He went through all the pockets in his white coat one by one, carefully inspected the inside of the vase, opened the photo album on the table, and looked for the mezzanine, the wardrobe, the desk drawer, the secret door in the bookcase, and even the professional reference

Wen Jianyan did not miss the eye-catching places in the books and case books. Whenever he found something suspicious, he took pictures with his mobile phone.

"..." The cock-combed head stared dumbly at the opponent's skillful movements of rummaging for things, and fell to the ground in admiration.

This, this is too professional, right?

After searching the entire office, Wen Jianyan noticed something was wrong.

It's a little too clean here.

There is no trace of being read in the professional reference book, nor are there any notes. Each case in the case book has nothing special, and is so common that it has no reference value.

There are no traces of life or work.

This is really a bit strange.

Either this place was completely cleaned up and rearranged after Lin Qing's death, or... this is not Lin Qing's real office.

Wen Jianyan stopped and stood in the center of the office, lost in thought.

He took out his phone again and looked at the countdown on the screen.

【00:04:43】

Less than five minutes left.

So, what did he miss about San?

Wen Jianyan recalled the map on the third floor, and was suddenly startled... Ah, there was another very important place on the third floor that he had forgotten!
To be continued...