I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

Seeing that everyone was looking at him with expectation and confusion, Jones told them what happened.

In other words, it just describes the general process, without saying that you play the role of a pervert or a middle-aged man dismembering corpses and making them into furniture.

The story was adapted into one in which he battled wits and courage with a middle-aged man, and finally rescued a powerful colleague, who defeated the perverted murderer.

There is nothing wrong with this story, and the dead body of the middle-aged man in it also proves that most of what Jones said is fine.

The mentally ill security guard was very smart. He suddenly asked, "Why don't you ask that doctor colleague to come along?"

In his opinion, the indigenous people and monsters here are very powerful. Isn't Jones's doctor colleague a big shot who has such strength?
You know, the psychopathic fighter is only the strongest in their team, but he is considered second-rate stuff in the abandoned mental hospital. He was almost beaten to death when facing the weird doctor.

Not to mention that now that we have reached this dungeon, the difficulty has greatly increased.

So it is definitely a good thing to have a strong reinforcement.

Jones sighed and replied, "He was spitting blood while talking to me. He looked like he was dying."

Do you think I didn't think of it? I'm a professional flatterer.

You haven't seen that guy at the end of his strength. Just dealing with the middle-aged man has consumed strength beyond his physical limit.

Here Jones is referring to his ring. The power of the ring is very terrifying. The flat-headed doctor's broken arm was restored probably with the help of the power of the ring.

Even if Jones was not a real doctor, he could see that if the flat-headed doctor didn't find a way to treat the patient, he would be doomed.

The world of ghost stories will not allow the chosen ones to get such powerful teammates so easily.

Unless the Chosen One can find a way to deal with the middle-aged man by himself, the flat-headed male doctor will be able to help the Chosen One pass the next level.

But then again, the chosen one who can handle the middle-aged man probably doesn't need this kind of help.

It was getting late, the rain was still falling outside, and the atmosphere was a bit depressing.

It took Jones a lot of time just to crack this.

Next, Jones has to wait for his teammates to rest for a while, that is, until the newly recovered psychopathic fighter and another psychopathic teammate recover, and then he can look for the next room to explore.

Looking at the food on the table, Jones felt more and more uncomfortable. He picked up the tableware made of unknown material and started eating.

This frightened his teammates. The mentally ill security guard quickly stopped Jones and said, "Isn't this made by that perverted murderer? How dare you eat it!"

In his opinion, this room was full of scary things, and one could die if he was not careful.

Jones smiled bitterly and said, "It's okay. I just haven't eaten meat for a long time. Besides, I'm a doctor. I wasn't poisoned just now."

Because he knew that the middle-aged man who protected him until his death would not poison it.

His statement does seem a bit pretentious, but it is reasonable.

Jones just didn't want to waste the middle-aged man's last bit of kindness.

However, the other teammates really didn’t dare to eat it, so they picked up the compressed biscuits they brought and started eating.

Jones no longer knew whether the food he ate tasted good or not, he just felt a little bitter inside.

After the psychotic fighter stood up, the team walked out of the room.

As for those imprisoned inside, they have been tortured to the point where they have no fighting power left, and releasing them would only cause more trouble.

According to Jones' idea, if they resolved this crisis and the mental hospital resumed operations, they would bring these people for treatment. This was the only thing he could do as a doctor in the mental hospital.

Other Chosen Ones may not say this, after all, they can just leave after solving the problem. But Jones cannot do that. Jones has teammates around him, and as long as his teammates ask, he must have an explanation.

However, the difference is that the other chosen ones were scheming when they said this, while Jones was simply expressing his feelings and seemed to want to do something to make up for his inner guilt.

The mentally ill teammates looked at each other and thought to themselves: At this time, Dr. Jones still has the heart to save lives?
This further increased their admiration for Jones.

There is no furniture covered with white cloth in the corridors above the 5th floor.

It seems that the danger is much less, but Jones can analyze it from another perspective.

In other words, the floors above the 5th floor are not the middle-aged man’s territory. It seems that there are things more terrifying than him, which makes him dare not go up.

It was still raining heavily outside the window, and the night was like a thick curtain, shrouding the whole world in darkness.

The occasional flash of lightning would illuminate the building for a moment, but would then quickly plunge it into deeper darkness.

The deafening thunder, accompanied by the dense sound of rain hitting the glass, created a depressing and eerie atmosphere.

Jones and his teammates walked in the dim corridor, with old-fashioned flashlights in their hands as the only source of light.

At this moment, the flashlight of a mentally ill patient who was exploring the way ahead suddenly began to flicker.

It scared everyone around.

The mentally ill security guard frowned and said, "Hold it steady, don't scare us."

The mentally ill patient explained: "It's none of my business. I was holding it steady, and as you can see, the flashlight had plenty of power. I just don't know why it started flickering."

As they studied the flashlights, Jones had a bad feeling.

Because he knew that there must be something wrong when things go against their expectations.

They still remembered that when they arrived at the second floor, they saw the haphazardly pieced-together corpse.

Then we came to the home of the perverted murderer. I wonder what the flashing of the flashlight meant.

Jones remembered Zhang Yangqing's instructions and followed Zhang Yangqing's method to find a room with living people.

There was nothing unusual on the 6th floor for the time being. A room with a living person appeared on the 7th floor, but the person inside did not intend to open the door. Instead, when Jones knocked on the door, he yelled at Jones to get out immediately, otherwise he would kill Jones.

When Jones heard this, he thought this might not be the place he was looking for, so he continued to move forward.

When I reached the 8th floor, I came across another room with an open door.

This time the person who opened the door was a woman who looked like a housewife.

She had a very gentle expression and her hair was tied up.

At first glance, you can tell that she is the type of indigenous person who stays at home and is a good mother.

Many of the chosen ones who saw her thought that she was the most beautiful flower in this dark world.

When the Chosen Ones asked if they could go in, she hesitated for a moment and then agreed to their request.

It didn't look unusual, just like the attitude of an ordinary person facing a stranger.

When the two mentally ill teammates were about to go in, Jones said, "Ma'am, to be honest, we are doctors from the mental hospital next door. We have a mental patient who escaped. Did you see it?"

(End of this chapter)