After waiting for a long time, the dean finally arrived. While getting water from the water dispenser, he had an expression that said, "You're disturbing my good time."
Ning Que curled his lips, took a step forward and directly knocked over the water, "I have something good, do you want it?"
He wasn't annoyed. He shook his clothes to get rid of the big water droplets. His expression remained calm, without much change. "How do you know for sure this is what I want?"
"He's about the same size as you and me, definitely stronger than me." Ning Que pointed outside the door, "Tell the nurse at your door to let him in."
"What conditions?" The screen of his mobile phone lit up, and he didn't know what words he typed.
"Take him to visit your research institute and all permissions must be opened." Ning Que saw Feng Hao coming and laid out all his conditions.
For some reason, this strange yet peaceful situation came into being.
The man in the net was still struggling desperately. Ning Que kicked him and said, "Please!" He immediately left, leaving only a whisper in Feng Hao's ear, "Be careful, this old man has a lot of tricks."
Ning Que watched the video that was making a lot of noise online, and left a last line of words, "Come to the 13th floor of the hospital at 12:00 midnight."
I believe this hint is obvious enough. This hospital has only two buildings, one is the outpatient department and the other is the inpatient department. There are always players coming back, but which one they went to is not something she can figure out.
Ning Que thought so and opened the door of his room, only to be shocked.
The room and the air were filled with a dense mass of strange-looking people, like soggy oatmeal or a bus at rush hour.
Ning Que was not exaggerating, there were creatures with fish heads and human bodies, creatures with six legs, hair like blankets, and so on. It was like the small house in the park that Ning Que used to rent for 10 yuan and 30 minutes when he was a child, and it was filled with all kinds of things.
At this moment, a head popped out from under his feet. Ning Que recognized it as the boy with black pupils. He looked a little uneasy, "Sister, I think I brought too much."
The whole room was like a chicken farm, full of chirping. From time to time, a few eyeballs and a head passed from one person's hand to another. All kinds of sounds filled the narrow room, making Ning Que's head buzz.
Others saw a woman squatting at the door of the room, mumbling something, and whispered, "Psycho!"
Honghong was hanging in the air with its body bent, looking full of fighting spirit. Ning Que could hear the sound of her drooling in his heart. He had no choice but to pinch her body and comfort her first.
"Let's settle them down first." Ning Que thought for a moment and decided to put these people, no, ghosts, in her mirror house. Otherwise, so many ghosts would be like a feast for Hong Hong.
Ning Que walked into the room, feeling as if he were soaked in jelly, surrounded by a strange, sticky sensation. When the little boy asked them to give Ning Que a little space, a strange scene appeared: a ghost in the mouth of another ghost, which was in the stomach of another ghost.
Fortunately, Ning Que was not a timid person. He took a look and pulled back Honghong who took the opportunity to steal a few bites. He took out the mirror and placed it flat on the ground.
Ning Que had discovered in the previous dungeons that he could only enter a dungeon once. Every time he entered a new dungeon, the mirror would be refreshed and the previous restrictions would disappear. However, there was no big limit on the number of times it could be used in the real world.
So, like a kindergarten teacher, Ning Que led a group of people in.
The mirror was still very blurry. It was not until Ning Que stepped in that the lights in the corridor lit up dimly, flickering from time to time. This was much better than the room in the corridor where water was dripping constantly at the beginning.
Because some ghost dolls have an IQ only that of a normal two or three-year-old child, the scene became very chaotic, with ghosts howling and wolves howling.
The little boy noticed Ning Que's expression and after glancing around, they all fell silent. He pulled out a little girl with a fish head and a human body from the crowd, asked her to look at herself, and then stood obediently beside Ning Que.
Ning Que took the little boy and opened the door of a random room, wrote a piece of paper and threw it into the mirror.
She patiently said to him, "If you need anything, write this note and put it inside the mirror. A sister or aunt will come to you in a while. Got it?"
The little boy blinked his eyes, which seemed to be filled with a sea of stars. "Sister, aren't you angry that I brought so many people back?"
Ning Que patted his head and said, "I believe you have your reasons."
"When I woke up, I found myself like this. I knew that those people in white had injected me to death." The little boy pointed at the group of children and said, "They are just like me, but they became like this later."
After Ning Que went out, the children gathered around him, looking at him from time to time, and sitting there obediently.
She thought that maybe it was the "hug of love" that made these children not reject her.
Ning Que knew his name was Luo Sheng, and when she was listening to him talking about the research institute, she saw Sister Hu leading a few people over.
Sister Hu looked at Ning Que sitting on the ground, with clusters of sweet ghostly energy behind him, and thought that this was their food reserves. However, when she asked, she found out that they needed help to settle him down.
Several children share one room. Ning Que didn't walk to the end of this mirror house anyway. In a word, there were enough rooms.
As a result, three children clung to Ning Que desperately, including Luo Sheng, Yutou sister, and a tall and older boy.
"Sister Hu, I will take the three of them with me. Thank you for your hard work." Ning Que left with only three human-shaped pendants hanging on his body.
During this time, a man came in and saw the exquisite mirror lying on the ground. He said, "What a wonderful thing someone left here," and put it into his pocket.
“Delicious, delicious!”
"What's delicious? I'm going!"
The closer Ning Que got to the exit, the more he heard these two sentences over and over again. Strangely, they were all spoken by the same person.
The mirror in the pocket became heavier and heavier, until there was a "crack" sound and half of the fabric of the clothes was torn apart.
Ning Que didn't expect that he couldn't get out because his toes were stuck there, unable to go up or down. Fortunately, the little ghosts went out first and got Ning Que out.
A chubby boy lay on the bed, panting heavily, leaving a deep dent in the bedding. His hair was greasy and stuck to his cheeks, and his facial features were deeply sunken in his fat. His small eyes looked at Ning Que intently, "Manager?"
Ning Que didn't deny it and grabbed the mirror back, "Yes, you too!"
Before he could answer, his flesh suddenly twitched violently a few times, and large, oily beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose. Then he changed.
It originally had a sharp feeling, but now it has become soft and vulnerable.
He saw the food on his table and stuffed it into his mouth desperately, humming with enjoyment from time to time, and the flesh on his face seemed to reveal a kind of pleasant enjoyment.
At this time, the door opened. Ning Que took a look and immediately hid in the bathroom.
A young nurse saw him like this and didn't care much. She opened a new needle, sucked some medicine from the bottle, injected the liquid into his neck, and then pushed the cart away.
Ning Que picked up the distribution list of daily medications for patients on the table in each room and took a look. Severe obesity.
Wow, he eats so much even though he is severely obese.
However, how to judge remains a question. Is it necessary to have a specific posture like Cardcaptor Sakura?
"Ahem, the fourth commandment: Do not be greedy," Ning Que said to him.
He didn't react at all. There was a look of confusion in his little eyes, but his mouth was still working diligently and conscientiously.
When Ning Que wanted to change his posture and chant a different spell, a piece of white paper floated out of his body and words slowly appeared on it.
[Trial Begins]
His eyes changed. They were no longer as sharp as they were at the beginning, nor were they as weak and vulnerable.
The air was filled with a heavy smell of oil, and whenever Ning Que stepped on the floor, he could feel the sticky dampness of having been invaded by oil smoke.
The fat man stood up, and his entire body took up most of the space. The flesh on his body was piled up in layers, and the fat was hanging on his body like melted fat. However, his body did not look very real and it was obvious that he was a spirit.
He still had the food in his hand, and after finishing it in one or two bites, he grabbed it from his stomach, and the fat turned into a hamburger.
Should he just be reduced to ashes?
"You are really thrifty. You built a circulatory system for yourself. Don't you find it greasy?" Ning Que wrote a note and threw it into the mirror, then shook the kitchen knife in his hand and rushed over.
After cutting off a large piece of yellow fat with a knife, some yellow fat flowed out and covered the wound. Then he ran towards me like a giant slime.
The oily smell in the air became stronger and stronger, like malt sugar, but without the sweet taste of malt sugar.
Ning Que's speed slowed down instantly, and the oil stuck to her clothes, hair and skin like mist, and her body began to drip with oil.
He stood not far away, smiling foolishly, his saliva dripping onto the ground and mixing with the oil, and from time to time he licked the floor like a lollipop.
At this time, Ning Que opened the bottle of dishwashing liquid, handed one to Honghong, and began to squander it. The transparent dishwashing liquid with slight bubbles flowed to the ground as if it was free, covering the grease.
When Honghong poured detergent on his body, the fat on his body melted quickly like ice cream in summer, and pieces of flesh fell to the ground with a plop, like happy little ducks diving into the water.
What Ning Que didn't expect was that he cried so hard that his face was covered with tears and snot, and his spirit became a little dull.
"Meat, my meat," he howled, the flesh on his cheeks hanging down to his neck, "my blessing, my blessing!"
He desperately picked up the meat that had spilled on the ground and put it back into his mouth. The detergent produced some foam as he chewed it in his mouth.
He knelt there and his body became more and more transparent until it disappeared.
Ning Que stood there holding the shriveled bottle of dishwashing liquid, feeling a little bit unbelievable that it was over so quickly, relying on just a few bottles of dishwashing liquid.
"Xiao Queque, if you can handle two more, you can win." Shu Huan said suddenly.
Ning Que curled his lips and threw the bottle of dishwashing liquid into the trash can beside him. "Isn't it cheating if you remind me like this? There's no administrator to supervise you, like our Olympic Committee here?"
His body was sitting on the bed, the sweat on his body had disappeared, and the snacks on the table were half-opened and scattered there, as if waiting for someone to eat them.
The white paper lay there quietly, motionless.
The little ghosts stood there, watching Ning Que leave, and followed him.
Luo Sheng took a few steps forward and suddenly said, "He was spoiled by his family."
Only Ning Que could hear the clear child's voice.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because his parents favored boys over girls, they gave him everything they had at home. He gained weight, and his parents said it was a blessing, something most people don't have." Luo Sheng spread his hands and sighed, "That's how he ended up."
It was getting late and they had missed dinner time, so Ning Que, Luo Sheng and the others ate the food that Sister Hu brought from the Mirror House and made a quick meal.
Fish Head Sister blew bubbles from her mouth from time to time, and sat there obediently with the candy given by Ning Que tightly in her hand, watching Ning Que squatting at the dean's door and drawing.
The young man and Luo Sheng stood beside Ning Que, occasionally handing her some materials, such as frogs, shoes, blood...
Ning Que took a tattered notebook and arranged the materials according to the pattern on it.
The young nurse stood at the nurse's station, craning her neck and staring at the place. She wondered what this crazy woman Ning Que was doing. She seemed to be just painting with some paint, but for some reason, she felt uneasy.
Ning Que wiped the sweat from his head, stood up and admired his masterpiece for a while. The crooked white lines outlined a strange symbol, and there were more or less things placed on the sharp corners of each corner.
The door opened, and the dean watched Feng Hao come out. He stared at him for a long time, then slammed the door shut, "Don't come here again."
Ning Que glanced at the two of them and asked Feng Hao, "What's going on? Did you touch his butt, or did you steal his experimental subject?"
He then gave a lewd laugh and said, "Sister, guess what? I dealt with several of his test subjects, and they kept causing trouble. I saw his face turn green."
Ning Que was a little puzzled. He was such a man who kept his promises, so why didn't they escape from the institute together at that time?
"You're not attracted to him, are you?"
When asked how Ning Que could have such sexual thoughts, Feng Hao immediately jumped up and down, "How is that possible, for an old man!"
"Okay, okay, come and help me take a look at this formation."
After Feng Hao adjusted the quantity of things in several positions, the entire formation glowed slightly and finally disappeared into the ground.
Back in the room, Feng Hao explained some of the information to Ning Que, "Sister, is it okay for you to do this?"
"What's the problem? Actually, I really want to drop a few bombs, and then the whole place will be reduced to ashes with a few bangs. My mission will be completed immediately." Ning Que also gestured to a grand explosion.
If she hadn't been unable to get the bomb, she would have already done it. "How's your mission going?"
"It's almost there. My dungeon exploration level is already the highest, so I should be able to successfully advance!"
"Congratulations!" Ning Que touched Bai Bai, who had come out to move around, and estimated himself, "Mine is almost there too."
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