[MTL, BL] Kidnapped an NPC in The Game

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The corridor on the sixth floor looks very long, but because several people are separated, there are only a few wards facing each other.

Looking back, he found that both Lin Qiu and Qi Zhuang had disappeared. Two wards had been opened, and they should have already entered.

Thinking that he was a big man and couldn't be defeated in front of the two women, he raised his head and walked to the front.

They plan to start checking from the ward at the end of the corridor, and then slowly join the other two teams.

"Hum... hum... hum hum..." The

sudden light hum made his heart skip a beat. Before he could touch the door handle, he shrank back abruptly. When he looked back, he realized that Li Jiazheng was enjoying the humming. Song.

Li Jia found that he was looking at herself, and showed him a very gentle and gentle smile.

"What?"

Qin Fen pushed the door open without changing his face, and walked in first.

Seeing Qin Fen's figure disappearing into the darkness, Bu Tou hurriedly followed, but just as he moved, a fluttering voice came from his ear.

"Little brother, the moonlight is just right today, do you want to..."

"No! I don't want to!"

Cun Tou shouted, and walked in in a panic, without even daring to turn his head back.

As soon as he rushed in, he almost bumped into Qin Fen, and before he could ask the question, his jaw dropped in shock at what was in front of him.

If the sixth floor and below are normal wards, then this one looks more like a prison cell.

The heavy chains were rusted, and were firmly nailed to the wall. The white bed sheets belonging to the hospital were old and yellowish, and the dark brown liquid on them that had dried up could still be seen faintly.

On the table next to it were sharp sharp objects and heavy blunt objects, as well as some strange instruments with a cold feeling.

Cun's mind was stunned, and suddenly it occurred to him that in the Middle Ages, the attitude toward mental illness was like treating a monster that has been hit by evil, and the means of cure are extremely cruel.

The ward was tightly covered by the curtain of the bed next to it, and he swallowed his saliva and walked over lightly.

He touched the curtain of the bed tremblingly, took a deep breath, and pulled it open in a rush.

What you see is a rusted iron chair with steel sheets on the armrests, including on the legs of the chair, and a wire is attached to the back of the chair, which goes directly from the side of the wall to the chandelier above. He suddenly thought of a

possibility that iron can conduct electricity, so this is used for...

"You say, how many people died here.

"

Sitting on one side of the chair.

With a "click", even though the steel sheet on the chair was not very flexible, it still firmly clamped his wrist.

The inch head couldn't move in an instant, and the cold feeling of the back of the chair spread from his spine to his heart. He could even feel the despair and pain of sitting on it, and the gray breath of death instantly enveloped him.