Lin Zhao picked up the photo and brought it to his eyes.

Then there was a look of surprise.

In the photo, it is the phantom of the attending doctor, and without the mask, his appearance can be vaguely seen.

Lin Zhao was surprised that he was not the Arthur who had undergone more than 140 lobosurgery operations in Lin Zhao's memory. Dean Frank.

Moreover, he is no longer wearing a white coat, but a white hospital gown.

Originally, Lin Zhao always thought that the doctor who appeared next to the operating table was the dean of Cao Kan's life.

But now it seems......

"You're not a doctor, you're a patient at Collingwood Psychiatric Hospital, or rather, a patient at once."

Lin Zhao's sudden question stunned the attending doctor, but he quickly put away his shock.

"As a polite person, it seems that I should introduce myself first, but alas, I have forgotten my name."

"They gave me the number 114, and they called me that as well."

"Just call me 114."

114, who was wearing a white coat, admitted Lin Zhao's problem in this way.

"The real doctor, no, the leader of hundreds of tragedies, Arthur. Where did Dean Frank go? ”

"He's sick."

114 said with a little regret, and then the light above the operating table flickered.

Lin Zhao blinked subconsciously and waited until the light stopped shaking.

Lin Zhao suddenly found that there was a "patient" lying on the operating table again.

In order to verify the conjecture, Lin Zhao took the initiative to step forward and saw the patient's face clearly.

Sure enough, the director of Collingwood Psychiatric Hospital, Arthur Anderson. Frank.

Arthur. Frank had one eye closed and the other open, but he was out of focus.

He seemed to be in pain, and from time to time he made a subtle **, Lin Zhao could hear it, this was the voice he heard before.

It turned out that 114 was operating on the dean just now.

"I'm trying to treat him."

The cold, sharp scalpel in 114's hand slashed across the dean's forehead, leaving a bloody streak.

"However, I can't cure it, I'm already working the operation."

114 The words are full of regret.

"But it doesn't matter, we will all be with the dean all the time, just like the dean accompanies us."

114 said earnestly.

Lin Zhao looked at the scene in front of him, and did not feel terrifying, but felt inexplicably comfortable in his heart.

During his lifetime, the dean "treated" countless patients.

After death, it is also your turn to be "treated".

This is called the law of conservation of treatment.

"You only look a little bit out of order, and I think you only need one surgery to recover."

114 resisted the urge to operate on the dean again, and said to Lin Zhao instead.

I almost forgot that he was a psychopath, a psycho I couldn't beat for the time being!

Lin Zhao was suddenly a little distressed, so he simply raised the psionic camera and took another photo to verify his second conjecture.

"It seems that you like to take pictures, but now it is more important to cure your illness, I hope you will cooperate with me."

114, who was flashed by the flash, squinted his eyes and slowly approached Lin Zhao, with a great yin aura on his body.

Really.

Lin Zhao paid most of his attention to the photos.

Then he decisively took a third picture of 114.

"Babble!"

A shrill roar emanated from 114's head.

At the same time, a dark shadow flashed out of 114's head.

Lin Zhao made a quick decision, quickly ghosted, and with a dash, rushed towards the black shadow, and grabbed it.

The moment he grabbed it, Lin Zhao looked at it.

Yin and Yang Eyes Open!

Like a balloon filled with water, blood couldn't stop flowing out of Lin Zhao's eyes.

In this case, if you were a normal person, your eyes would have been unable to be saved.

However, with the blessing of the ghost, coupled with the system's ability to automatically recover injuries, Lin Zhao was given great confidence, so Lin Zhao still had a fearless expression.

The laboratory, which stores a large amount of experimental data and pictures, is a dark room.

In the darkroom there are -

Orderly skulls.

A formation that exudes a thick sense of foreboding.

Blackened blood letters.

Believers sitting around.

And, the fresh human brain in the center of the formation.

"O Lord! Please give me the knowledge I prayed for! ”

"O Lord! I pray for your coming! ”

"I am the initiator and your devout believer, Arthur. Frank! ”

In the middle of the formation, a black mist gradually emerged.

"It worked!"

"Lord, it has finally come!"

"This is a holy place that we have prepared for you!"

The believers fell to their knees one after another.

But the next moment, the black mist was surging towards them, and most of the believers didn't even have time to react.

"Why, Lord......"

Arthur. Frank was the last believer to be consumed by the black mist, but he didn't have time to utter a complete sentence.

Then, the black fog condensed into a black shadow, rushed out of the dark room, and pounced on everyone in the mental hospital......

Eventually, the Shadow settled in the soul of the most satisfying host.

This host is, 114.

"Destroy the superior demon failed summon and reward 1000 Yin Qi points."

I don't know how much blood has been shed, and Lin Zhao, whose face has become extremely pale due to excessive blood loss, finally heard the system prompt.

For the first time, I felt that the system prompt sound was so pleasant.

He collapsed in collapse, his lips purple, and reluctantly looked at 114 again.

"Gazing at the ghost for 1 second will reward 1 Yin Qi value."

Losing the parasitism of the black shadow, 114's strength was greatly reduced, and after glancing at Lin Zhao, his body directly blurred by three points.

Coupled with the scene where he witnessed Lin Zhao directly "looking" at the black shadow before, 114's eyes towards Lin Zhao were full of jealousy.

114 doesn't have high-level yin and yang eyes, can't read the memory of the black shadow, and doesn't know that the black shadow has the ability to slaughter the entire mental hospital, but he just suffers from mental illness, and people are not stupid, so after so many years of getting along, he fully understands the power of the black shadow.

It was precisely because of this that he better understood how strong Lin Zhao was.

At this time, Lin Zhao, who was already at the end of the crossbow, barely straightened up, and said lightly: "I still have something I want to tell you alone, but I don't want others to hear it, so send these people out first, and then let your ghost friends go to play somewhere else."

"Yes."

114 did not doubt him, waved his hand, and a door appeared in the room out of thin air, and several ghosts that suddenly appeared dragged Lance and the others to the door in a daze, and sent them away with a flick of his hand, and then left quietly.

Call.

Lin Zhao breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he pretended to be nothing, but in fact he was silently observing this scene.

Although the protagonist group of the first part failed to escape, the second part still escaped one, so Lin Zhao can be regarded as a reference object.

The door is almost the same, so I guess it was really sent away.

If I can't send it away, I can't do it, I've done everything I need to do.

Lin Zhao opened his eyes with all his strength and said, "What I want to say to you is-"

Click!

Lin Zhao took advantage of the gap between 114's intently listening to his speech and took the last photo of him.

This time it went well, and 114 was successfully imprisoned in the photo.

"The story of Graveyard Encounter in the mission world has been detected!"

"Get the Graveyard Encounter documentary!"

"Documentary Completeness Score: 100!"

"Documentary plot score: 70!"

"Documentary horror rating: 80!"

"Final Score for Documentary: 83!"

"Mission World Name: Graveyard Encounters!"

"Mission World Difficulty: C!"

"Check-in Difficulty: D!"

"Completion: 83%!"

"Overall rating: 83!"

"Wages will be settled at the end of all clock-in tasks!"

"Coming back to the original world! Prepare your hosts! ”

It's finally over, Lin Zhao looked at seven o'clock on his watch and sighed.