Chapter 120 A Ruthless Attack: Bluish-black veins beneath skin as thin as a cicada's wing...

A sudden wave of dizziness washed over her, as if Liang Yan's vision had not yet fully recovered.

She sensed that her hearing was being amplified infinitely, and she could even hear her own deafening heartbeat.

Those around her were still frantically searching for clues when they noticed Liang Jun's pause. The observant Jiang Zhiling leaned closer and asked, "What's wrong? Have you found any new clues?"

"No...no..."

Liang Jun awkwardly tucked the paper behind her back. Fortunately, the red light filling the room concealed the bewildered expression on her face. "This looks like scribbles, I can't understand it at all..."

Jiang Zhiling didn't see through her trick and sighed in agreement, "There's nothing I can do... I can only entrust it to you for safekeeping for now, and I'll go look for it over there."

She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as she watched the other person walk away to the corner.

She was still clutching the bag containing the clues tightly in her hand. Seeing that everyone's attention was not on her, Liang Jun unfolded the stack of diaries in front of her again.

Having learned from the first experience, the rest went exceptionally smoothly. Liang Jun didn't spend much time before easily determining that the remaining sheets of paper all had a crookedly written "Liang" character at the signature position.

The reason it is described as "crooked and twisted" is because after she arranged them in chronological order, she found that the longer the hospitalization time, the more blurred and distorted the handwriting became.

The owner of this diary became increasingly unstable in mental condition after being hospitalized.

Liang Jun could even sense the other person's desperate attempt to control the flow of their pen, but ultimately the feeling of collapse as their mind took over everything.

But the familiar words she unexpectedly discovered still made her somewhat uneasy.

Her keen sixth sense began to ring alarm bells in her brain again. Liang Jun felt that this might be a distress signal left by a player with the same surname as her.

Her gaze shifted from the pile of yellowed papers to the seemingly unreal hospital room.

What will actually happen here? Will the "medical staff and patients" mentioned in the rules actually appear? What did the people who stayed here experience?

Before Liang Xuan could even sort out her thoughts, the impetuous young Ge Lin had already jumped over the two hospital beds and landed in front of her in the blink of an eye.

“Sister Jun, we’ve searched everywhere else, and there really isn’t anything else.” He gestured with his lip, winking at the papers in Liang Jun’s hand. “So far, we’ve only found those few papers in your hand.”

Like a thorn that should not be touched, Liang Jun instinctively withdrew her hand.

Then, she carefully put the few crisp pieces of paper into a bag, stood up and looked around, saying, "Thank you all for your hard work. I haven't been able to help much."

"It's nothing, it's a small matter."

Geng Qing straightened her back, and with her movement, the frames of her gold-rimmed glasses gleamed. "If you want to express your gratitude, then talk to the troublesome young man next to you."

Hearing Geng Qing's rare praise, Ge Lin blushed and lowered her head in embarrassment.

The dangerous red light turned into a safe signal at this moment, and Ge Lin no longer had to worry about others seeing his flushed face.

"In that case..."

Liang Jun hung the bag on her waist, stood up, clapped her hands, and said, "Next, let's go to ward 717. Maybe they've already arrived."

Without delay, the group gathered at the ward door, and then Ge Lin tiptoed open the door to carefully observe the movements in the corridor.

So much time has passed since the first zombie appeared, yet no new NPCs have spawned in the corridor. This eerie sense of security has plunged everyone into deep suspicion, making them hesitant to take a step.

Room 717 was right across from them, a safe location where you could see the whole room at a glance.

Ge Lin took two deep breaths, then gripped the stick tightly and stepped forward to stand guard at the door. "You guys go over there quickly, I'll keep watch!"

In dungeons, the virtues of humility and politeness are actually the least necessary.

After checking the corridor and finding nothing amiss, Liang Jun took the lead and rushed to the door of ward 717. She touched the propofol in her waistband, and at the same moment she turned the doorknob, she aimed the needle at the unknown ahead.

The sound came before the picture.

The moment she pushed the door open a crack, the sound of the bed hitting the floor violently reached her ears. But it wasn't her teammates as she expected; it was a zombie.

A zombie strapped to a hospital bed, unable to move.

Compared to the one-armed zombie they encountered in their first encounter, this one was significantly less decomposed.

Grayish-white flesh covered almost his entire body. The skin that had not been cruelly peeled off barely restored his former human appearance. Dark blue blood vessels swelled under the skin as thin as cicada wings, and what surged within them was not the bright red blood that symbolized life, but the deadly toxin that represented death.

The zombie's eyes appeared to have been completely gouged out, but this did not affect its ability to instantly locate the approaching person.

He sensed the slight change in sound almost the instant Liang Jun entered the room. Her nearly intact head was held high, and her ferocious mouth, like a black hole that could suck in everything, was desperately devouring.

It was because of his violent struggle that Liang Jun paid attention to the connection between him and the hospital bed.

The zombie's long limbs were chained to the four corners of the hospital bed.

This appears to be the simplest, yet also the most brutal, method of confinement.

Whenever he struggled desperately under the influence of the toxin, the thick iron chains would clatter back and forth on the empty bed, creating a less-than-pleasant melody along with the sounds of the zombie's own flesh colliding.

What's going on?

The scene was so striking that even later players were shocked.

Geng Qing's facial expressions became even more out of control—this was the first time Liang Jun had ever seen her with such a "vivid" side.

"how so?"

Geng Qing's mouth was slightly open, but his arrogant phoenix eyes were filled with disbelief. "How could I be tied to a hospital bed?"

Qi Zhixia, who arrived later, also found it extremely absurd and cast a tentative glance at Geng Qing.

"Is this how your hospital... takes care of mental patients?"

"Absolutely not!"

Geng Qing vehemently denied it, “We will give patients enough space to move around freely. Even if a patient enters a state of frenzy, we will at most inject an appropriate amount of sedatives—but we will never do such inhumane things!”

A hint of crimson flashed in her eyes, and she turned to look at Liang Jun. "This is not a patient of our hospital."

“I know,” Liang Xun nodded knowingly. “I’ve wanted to confirm this for a long time.”

She only took two steps forward, and the scraping sound of her shoes against the ground caused the zombie to struggle violently.

The mindless monster, devoid of sight, only launches the purest attacks against the source of sound. The zombie on the bed mercilessly and mechanically opens and closes its mouth repeatedly, its two rows of sharp teeth clashing together, producing a terrifying biting sound.

"If I'm not mistaken, the current scene in the dungeon is different from the original layout of the seventh floor of the inpatient ward, right?"

Liang Xun stopped and turned to look at Geng Qing, reminding him, "For example, windows? For example, glass?"

Geng Qing paused for a moment, "How did you know?"

Her voice was slightly hoarse. "Actually, from the moment I entered ward 720, I had a vague feeling that something was wrong. Our hospital has always been very strict about admitting mental patients. For example, the windows of their wards must be sealed, sharp objects must be removed, and we must take strict precautions even against corners of the walls—but that ward was not like that."

She paused for a moment, as if recalling, "Hospital beds without designated positions, broken windows, and corners of walls without any protective measures everywhere—we would never make such a basic mistake!"

"Therefore, this is not a copy directly placed into the real world, but a virtual level that attempts to emulate the real world."

Liang Xuan moved a few more steps toward the zombie on the bed. The latter struggled more and more, and the chains clattered more and more frequently, making Jiang Zhiling feel a little panicked.

“Sister Jun, please don’t go any further,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “Be careful that the chain doesn’t break.”

“It’s okay if it’s disconnected,” Liang Xun waved her hand casually. “Zombies bite people with their mouths. As long as we can control their mouths, they won’t pose any threat to us.”

At this point, Liang Xun beckoned to Ge Lin, "Block it with the stick, let him bite it."

Unaware of her specific actions, Ge Lin stepped forward blankly, not daring to ask or say anything more. She could only follow the instructions step by step, raising her weapon and stuffing the far end of the stick into the zombie's mouth.

The moment the stick fell, the zombie went berserk and bit at it, leaving rows of hideous teeth marks on the wood.

The three people in the distance couldn't help but gasp.

If that force were to fall on a person's body, it would probably bite through the bones.

But Liang Jun was not intimidated, because her task was not yet completed.

When she came out of the cleaning room earlier, she had some space left to put other things. Based on the principle of "why not take it if it's free", Liang Jun casually stuffed a tattered rag that was scattered on the ground into the bag.

As it turns out, these tools did have their uses. Liang Jun took out a large wad of rag, carefully wrapped it into a sturdy ball, and then, using the space created by Ge Lin's wooden stick, stuffed it into the zombie's mouth.

Although the zombie could sense the human flesh swaying in front of it, the obstructive stick completely blocked its biting action, leaving the zombie to struggle in vain. The remaining space in its mouth was also occupied by the tattered rag.

"Alright, you can pull the stick out now," Liang Xun said softly, shaking her hand.

Upon receiving the order, Ge Lin immediately carried it out, the tip of the wooden stick that was pulled out covered with the zombie's sticky saliva.

He took the remaining rag that Liang Jun kindly handed him and, suppressing his nausea, wiped it clean.

Looking at the zombies still struggling mechanically, Liang Jun sighed softly.

"Fortunately, we can confirm one thing—these zombies are not transformed from hospital patients, but are NPCs actually issued by the system."

If you're not human, that means that under certain special circumstances, you can act ruthlessly without any burden.

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Author's note: My stomach has been hurting all day, and I feel like my writing is disjointed...