On the third floor is the hospital room, a corridor with numerous closed doors.

Qingqing led the team to the door of 302 soon.

The glass on the door was covered with dust and dark brown stuff.

Qingqing took a deep breath and slowly pushed the door open.

There were only two beds in the room, covered in clotted blood.

A blood-stained white lab coat was thrown to the ground.

The few people standing behind silently took two steps back.

Qingqing's face turned dark.

At this time, you have a tacit understanding!

However, Qingqing didn't waste any time, and quickly rushed to the hospital bed.

Number 66 is written on a bed, and the disease is a split personality.

The other said number 67 and the disease was auditory hallucinations.

Qingqing looked at the number and turned her head instantly.

Coincidentally, number 66 was in her ranks.

Before he could speak, the lights in the room dimmed instantly.

"It's time to go to bed!"

As if her vocal cords were torn apart, Qingqing instantly rushed to the bed of No. 67 and lay down quietly.

This trial is full of old tourists, and everyone knows what to do at this time.

A figure lay on the bed number 66 as fast as he could.

The remaining three also found a place to hide.

The footsteps got closer and closer, and finally stopped at the door.

"Disobedient children will be punished!"

Through the light coming from the corridor, Qingqing, who was hiding on the bed, only saw a pair of bloody hands reaching out to the door.

A desolate scream came out in an instant.

The oppressive atmosphere spreads throughout 302.

Qingqing could clearly feel the tremor coming from under her bed.

The screams died away, and the figure in the doorway walked away.

The lights came on again, and Qingqing let out a long breath and wiped the cold sweat from his head.

No. 66, who was under the bed, crawled out shivering.

"Let's go down, it's scary!"

Qingqing looked at the eager eyes of several people: "Go back to the second floor!" ”

She can't stand this ghost place, and if she is not careful, she will be eliminated directly.

When a few people returned to the second floor, the situation in front of them made Qingqing's brain a little dizzy.

I've only been away for a few minutes?

What's wrong with this?

It was as if a brutal battle had been fought in the corridor.

Countless stumps and severed arms were bleeding, and Roshan was dangling in the corridor with a syringe.

"Don't get the ground dirty, don't get dirty!"

The sound of squeezing out of the fat made Qingqing feel sick.

Roshan's figure disappeared into the shadows after a circle, and the stumps and severed arms on the ground disappeared along with them.

The doors of each room opened, and countless people who survived the catastrophe were filled with joy.

It's just that Qingqing's face is even more ugly.

He had been away for so few minutes, and now there were only thirty of the forty or so people who had gone upstairs.

A full ten people are eliminated!

And the second vote was also opened, and Qingqing still firmly entered the eleventh with his own thoughts.

And on the fifth floor of the mental hospital, in a dark room.

The doctor looked at the computer, his face pale.

He was the only one of them who could be identified.

As long as the numeric number is entered into the computer, the result will be displayed every two minutes.

And in this room, a wall shows the surveillance of the entire hospital.

Through clues from a group of people, the doctor has found three moles.

As he was looking at the surveillance, there was a blur on the wall, and the color of blood suddenly appeared.

"Again!"

The doctor eagerly burrowed under the table, breathing softly.

The blood on the walls finally turned into a woman in a dress.

On the pale face, only the whites of the eyes were exposed.

The sound of high heels on the floor was heard.

The doctor cowered and prayed that he would not be discovered.

The sound of footsteps circled the room twice before slowly disappearing.

The doctor let out a long exhale and sat back in his chair.

Looking at the door not far away, I almost cried.

This place can only be opened with a key, but it is clear that the key is outside the door.

I, the only prophet in the audience, who will save me!

At this time, on the second floor, Qingqing almost cried when she looked at the gradually decreasing crowd.

It's only been ten minutes, and I beg you, don't die!

If you die for a while, you won't be able to hold out for the next vote!

This group of people are obviously veteran players, but as a result, one is better at death than the other.

The wooden barrel placed in the room, looking at the hair on it, you know that it is abnormal, right?

As a result, there were still two stunned young people who took a look at it.

As a result, there were no accidents, and the whole room was wiped out.

If it weren't for Qingqing's quick eyes to close the door, there wouldn't be many people left on the entire second floor.

The first floor had been explored, and the few remaining crowds had blended in with the green team.

The current situation is not optimistic for good people.

There were only about 60 people left at the scene, and all five of them were there.

Don't look at the crowds, but they only explored the first and second floors.

That's a full three floors left!

As for the clues, there are not a lot of clues.

Only the numbering range of the three moles can be roughly determined.

The two teams exchanged clues, and Qingqing's face was serious.

"Cast No. 67 out first, and No. 66 will be okay with checking the last room on the second floor, right?"

The third man nodded: "No problem! ”

No. 66's face turned white in an instant: "No, don't, can I not go?" ”

"Can't!"

The time for voting is fast approaching, and the figure of No. 67 is still speculating with the people on the side who is the mole.

Who would have thought that a red light would land on his body, and in his sight, the hideous evil ghost pounced towards him.

The screams of desolation rang out again.

No. 66 swallowed nervously and swallowed a mouthful of spit, his legs trembling as he looked at the closed door.

The third man patted him on the shoulder: "Go ahead, this is also a way to clear suspicions." ”

Number 66 gritted his teeth and looked at the red-glowing room and pushed open the door with one hand.

The room looks more like a warehouse, littered with moldy medical supplies.

Almost instantly, No. 66's gaze was fixed on the operating table in the very center.

"Smack!"

The door closed inexplicably, and the whole room was instantly lit with a bright light.

A white coat with a scalpel in his hand appeared next to the bed.

Two nurses appeared behind No. 66.

One of them held one arm and pressed him directly to the bed.

Looking at the flickering scalpel, No. 66's voice trembled a little.

"No, don't you take anesthetics?"

But alas, no one answered his question.

The cold scalpel pierced the skin, and Number 66 lay motionless on the operating table.

At this time, I still honestly waited for the plot to end, and the end of the rebellion was estimated to be miserable.

What's more, this feeling like a pinprick is not very painful.

The operation was successful, and No. 66 breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the white coat that had disappeared in front of him.

A suture on the stomach is clearly visible.

The blood on the ground converged into a single number.