Chapter 470 The Cursed Hospital (VIII)

Not long after, Feng Bujue followed the crying sound and came to the baby room of the hospital.

Brother Jue was quite familiar with monsters like ghost babies. He had encountered them in the script of Ye Jie in high school. At that time, his fighting ability was no different from that of ordinary people, and he could still deal with the monster. So at this moment, he was still somewhat confident.

"It seems that there is more than one..." Feng Bujue realized this problem when he walked to the door of the baby room, "Will there be a door-opening killing or something..." He thought to himself, "Do I have to get all the candies before I can come here to open the door?" He tilted his head and frowned, thinking, "Well... Think about it carefully, newborns can't eat candy... Or maybe babies in the monster kingdom have super digestive systems when they are born?"

He hesitated for a while, but still pushed the door in. After all, there was no obvious sign of death here, and the horror level was not as obvious as Room 109.

After entering the room, Feng Bujue was in front of a rectangular space of 70 to 80 square meters, with dozens of mini beds neatly arranged. There are guardrails around these cots, which should be designed to prevent babies from rolling off.

Raising the flashlight to scan around> After a round, Brother Jue found that there were only five cots with babies, four of which were in the four corners of the baby room, and the remaining one was in the cot closest to the door.

The four babies in the distance were crying, but the one at the door was very quiet...

"Well... As the saying goes... Dogs that bite don't bark..." Feng Bujue muttered as he took out a folding knife and shone the flashlight in his hand at the baby closest to him.

As a result, the child actually raised one hand to cover his face and spoke: "Hey! What do you want to do? Are you going to blind my eyes? Move the light away!" His voice was very shocking, sounding like a young man in his twenties or thirties, with a strong black accent.

For a moment. Feng Bujue thought he was hallucinating, because this voice was too funny in this environment, and all the horror atmosphere was diluted in one sentence.

"What's going on? Is that you, Chris?" He slowly moved the flashlight away and took two steps forward. (Here, Jue Ge made a little joke with his inappropriate sense of humor. The Chris he was referring to was chris_rock)

"Who?" the baby replied, "What bullshit are you talking about? My name is Martin."

"Uh... sorry..." Feng Bujue had seen the other person's appearance clearly at this time. The "Martin" in front of him was indeed a baby, but judging from his body shape, he was not a newborn, but a child of seven or eight months old. In addition... his skin color was indeed black, and there was a sharp point on his head that looked like a lightning rod.

"Are you the security guard here?" Martin looked up at Jue Ge and asked.

"Yes." Feng Bujue replied.

"Oh, you're just in time. Can you make those four guys shut up? They're driving me crazy." Martin sat up and pointed at the other four babies in the four corners of the room. At this moment, the children were still crying.

"Well... what should I do?" Feng Bujue said.

"Do you need me to teach you everything? How did you get so big?" Martin replied, "Even a blind man can see that they are hungry, find a way to feed them!"

"Is that so... you need to breastfeed, right..." Brother Jue replied, "Well... I know a nurse..." He made a lifting gesture with his hand on his chest. "Maybe she can help..."

"Is there something wrong with your brain?" Martin continued to curse in his rhythmic, rap-like tone, "Don't you even know what babies need to eat?" His words were interspersed with the word starting with "f" from time to time, and it was still in the ongoing tense.

"Wow... Mr. Ma, you are not very old, but you are good at swearing..." Feng Bujue complained.

Martin stared. He raised his short middle finger to Feng Bujue.

"Okay..." Feng Bujue also understood that nonsense would not allow the communication to continue. He had also heard that the children in the Monster Kingdom did not need breastfeeding, so he asked. "So... what should I feed them?"

"Vomitsu! What else could it be?" Martin replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Huh?"

"Are you making that expression to emphasize to me the fact that you are an idiot?" Martin continued.

After a brief moment of surprise and hesitation, Jue Ge quickly made a deduction. He pondered, "Sandwiches... is that how they are used..." He took a deep breath, "In a sense, this script is really challenging..."

"What are you mumbling about?" Martin urged, pointing to a certain place in the room, "The bottle is there, you spit in it and screw the lid on. Have I made this clear enough? You can't even understand what I'm saying?"

"Well... it's already very clear..." Feng Bujue looked solemn and walked towards the direction the other party pointed.

The look in his eyes seemed to be about to sacrifice himself generously.

The prompt [Side quest has been triggered] has sounded in my ears.

The line of words [Feed four monster babies with vomit] also appeared in the task bar.

Clear task instructions, simple, and instantly concluded task line. There is nothing wrong with these, the only problem is... the content of the mission.

Brother Jue quickly walked to a long table by the wall. On the table, there was a metal tray with four bottles shaped like milk bottles. The tray and the bottom of the bottles were all filled with sticky liquid of strange colors, which did not look like milk at all...

"Hehe... This is convenient. You don't have to wash it after feeding..." Feng Bujue said, and he had already put the flashlight on the table, then reached out and opened the bottles one by one.

Next, it was the step of "making food"...

"Think positively..." Feng Bujue took out the fresh-keeping bag in his pocket. The moment he opened the seal, a strange smell of rotten mold came to his nose, "At least I don't have to worry about having nothing in my stomach, and I don't have to pick my throat."

Brother Jue took out the sandwich and took a bite. His plan was to make a quick decision, swallow this thing in three or five bites, and then spit it out quickly. Unexpectedly... He felt that he was hit after the first bite.

The disgusting degree of this sandwich in front of him was far beyond his expectation... The overflowing slurry, the moldy threads stuck on the teeth, the wriggling live maggots... all of them were the ultimate challenge to human physiology and psychology.

Horror Park has always simulated this kind of disgusting substances vividly. If it were an ordinary person... he would immediately retreat after taking a bite, because he really couldn't bear this kind of torture...

But Feng Bujue... his eyes quickly turned from shock to anger.

He seemed to have made up his mind... He fiercely drove his jaws, crushed the unknown substances stuck together with his teeth, and swallowed them all.

Then, after about five seconds of brewing, he lowered his head and vomited, filling the first bottle.

"Okay... there are three more bottles..." He picked up the remaining sandwich with a firm look in his eyes and took another bite...

In this way, after five minutes, Feng Bujue successfully filled four bottles with vomit liquid and put nipples on those bottles.

"Hmph... that's all! Hahaha!" He laughed a few times, as if he had accomplished a great feat, then ran to a water tank not far away, turned on the faucet, and began to rinse his mouth...

Fortunately, the tap water in the Monster Kingdom... is still tap water. If sulfur or something like that flows out of the water pipe, Feng Bujue really doesn't know what to do.

He drank water, rinsed his mouth, and retched for a long time, finally getting rid of 70% of the taste in his mouth. Then, he took out the chewing gum from his pocket, put all three sticks into his mouth at once, and chewed hard.

"Is this task really for humans?" Brother Jue put the four bottles on the tray and walked towards the first baby in the corner of the room, "Although I play a monster in the script, the system should know that I am a player..."

The subsequent steps were much simpler. When the monster babies saw Brother Jue coming with the "food", they raised their hands high and their crying turned into babbling. Feng Bujue just stretched out the bottle and it was snatched away. Seeing those children sucking the liquid in the bottle with relish, even Brother Jue couldn't help but look sideways...

"Ah~ It's much quieter now." When the four children were all quiet, Martin at the door breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Bujue put the tray away and walked to the door again. He glanced at the game menu and found that the task had not been checked yet. It seemed that he had to find Martin to "report".

"I always feel... In this universe, and any other universe... There is nothing I can't do." Brother Jue stood in front of Martin with a look of emotion, and read in a floating tone. At this moment, his inner thoughts were: If the reward for this task is junk, I will stab you to death...

"Good job, brother." Martin continued, "If they keep making trouble, I'm going to have a nervous breakdown." He paused and asked, "By the way, do you have cigarettes?"

Feng Bujue looked at the "baby" in front of him with a dull expression, then silently took out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it over...

Martin took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then looked up at Brother Jue and shrugged.

Because his subtext was obvious, Brother Jue didn't say anything...he just took out a lighter and lit the cigarette for the other party.

"Fu——" Martin blew a smoke ring with a soul-stirring and mature temperament, "Ah...I haven't been able to smoke for a long time."

"This pack is all for you..." Feng Bujue said, and put the cigarettes and lighter on the other party's small bed.

"Haha...thank you then." Martin smiled, and that smile was as scary as it could be, "I think you're a good guy, and you've helped me a lot, so I'll give you something as a token of my appreciation..." (To be continued...)