[You entered the out-of-control box view: "Blood Mist Apartment".]

【Hazard level: C.

Level C: The diffusion degree is very slow and will not actively absorb victims. After blocking the area, it will not cause serious consequences to the unaffected area.]

[Work plan: Recycle out-of-control game cards and recruit candidates.]

The entire apartment is wrapped in a translucent thing like blood-colored jelly, and countless sticky mesh substances with a fishy smell stick to the doors and windows of the apartment. Under the surface of the wall, there are tree-like passages that look like blood vessels, and unknown liquid flows inside.

The air was filled with strange blood mist, and an atmosphere of despair and numbness eroded everyone who came here. The atmosphere was like a big hand, holding back Ji Le's throat, making people breathless.

Ji Le took off his virtual glasses and patted them.

"Is the projector broken?"

After taking off my glasses, the apartment became a little "normal". Those blood-colored jelly-like things were like illusions. If you didn't look closely, you would think it was an illusion. On the wall, what was mistakenly thought it was a blood vessel was just a faded wall.

And the blood mist was gray-white mist.

"It seems that the abnormal illusion I just saw was indeed because of a problem with the projector."

Ji Legang thought so, and the scene changed.

The illusory shadow gradually condenses into a solid body and turns into a blood-colored jelly-like substance. The faded wall skin is stained with blood, and the squirming blood vessels below - the entire building gradually coincides with the previous illusion without the projection of virtual glasses.

This shows that the scene in front of you is not an illusion created by a projector on the retina on the virtual glasses, but a real existence in the real world.

Ji Le couldn't understand how this was done, and he didn't care about the reason. He came all the time, and this was his only way to turn things around. Even if there was a cesspool ahead, he would have to go.

The stairwell was also wrapped in jelly-like substances, and Ji Le walked up there.

Although it looks soft, the touch on the feet is still the hardness of cement.

It was like trying to sing a opposite tune with Ji Le, the cement staircase under his feet began to soften, and a sticky substance stuck to his feet and prevented him from moving forward.

If light is morphologically viewed, these soft substances are mixed with white parts, just like fat.

At the same time, there were many unconscious people lying in the stairwell. Some of them were wearing pajamas, and they seemed to be residents who had not escaped from the building.

Ji Le puts virtual glasses in front of him.

[You have received a helping message: his mental value has dropped to a dangerous value and is on the verge of collapse. Please contact the sheriff quickly.]

When a person's mental value drops below the danger value, the brain terminal will automatically send a help message to the nearby public security department. But here, the signal seems to be cut off, so the brain terminal forwards it to the people who are still conscious around.

Ji Le's first reaction was to quit and find someone to save this poor guy first.

But then he found two people in blue uniforms upside down near the man.

The sheriff has arrived, and they can't handle such a situation, but instead fall into it.

Citizens who have installed terminals in their brains have been protected (monitored) in real time since they were born, so they have no chance to face very bad situations, just like flowers in greenhouses that have never been hit by wind and rain. As a result, they encounter this sudden stressful situation, their spirits suddenly collapse.

Ji Le never fortunately did not install a brain terminal. He took almost all the pressure from childhood to adulthood. Therefore, although his mental value will fluctuate slightly, it will soon return to normal.

Therefore, he came to this weird apartment to remain rational.

"Since I'm calling the sheriff to come, it's a waste. I'd better go to Room 202 first, maybe I can find a way to save these people."

Ji Le walked hard on these soft substances and headed to the second floor.

Apart from the difficulty of walking on the stairs, there is no other danger, just the annoying crackling sounds in my ears.

In the corridor on the second floor, there were many sheriffs upside down. Some of them had much stronger willpower than ordinary residents, so they could reach the second floor.

Ji Le stepped over these people and was about to go to Room 202 when one of the sheriffs who was barely rational on the ground grabbed his ankle.

"Don't go there anymore... there is hell over there, your spirit will be completely destroyed... Escape to ask for help..."

"Look for agents from the special security team..."

After saying this, his eyes rolled and he completely fainted.

[You have received a helping message: his mental value has dropped to a dangerous value and is on the verge of collapse. Please contact the sheriff quickly.]

He stood at the entrance of the stairs on the second floor and looked into the corridor.

The blood mist became thicker, covering the unconscious sheriffs.

Ji Le put his virtual glasses in front of the glasses and took them off to compare them. The hallucinations that originally only existed in the retina have completely coincided with reality.

The walls are as smooth as the epidermis of internal organs, with hill-like veins extending under the epidermis, which are agitated with the rhythm of breathing.

Ji Le walked forward two steps, and the touch under his feet was very soft, as if he was stepping on some elastic mat.

"What was originally a virtual projection has now become a reality."

As Ji Le continued to deepen, something light yellow began to seep down the walls and ceiling, with a fishy smell. The veins inside the walls became thicker, and Ji Le could even hear the sound of liquid flowing from the pipes.

The environment in the apartment was almost unrecognizable, but fortunately Ji Le could barely find the door and door number. He covered his nose and broke free from the stickiness under his feet. It took him five minutes to find the door of Room 202.

The blue veins flowing with black and red liquid were almost burst out, extending from the ceiling and walls to the door frame, connecting to the house. Ji Le suddenly felt a strange feeling. These blue veins seemed to be the blood vessels of this room. In order to maintain a certain "life", they kept absorbing the spirit of the victims as nutrients.

Standing in front of this door, Ji Le did feel drowsy. Exhausted, bored, anxious... These emotions impacted his spirit and forced him to distract from resisting these negative energy.

Although it was very uncomfortable, he felt that it was still within the scope of his tolerance. If it were those who were born with terminals in their brains, they might have been emotionally collapsed due to so many negative emotions.

At this time, Ji Le realized that it might not be unreasonable for the strange virtual reconstruction system to come to him. If the "task" has to face the situation at this time, then ordinary people can't do it.

"Hey, is anyone inside?" Out of caution, Ji Le knocked on the door.

The door was not locked, and a gap was opened, as if inviting Ji Le to walk in.

At the same time, Ji Le smelled a foul smell, like pork belly that fell out in summer.

Can he really find his programmer in this place?

Ji Le looked at the task prompt flashing on the far left side of the field of view and scratched his head.
Chapter completed!