"Pooh……"

"I'll go... brothers, this is still very bad. However, in the absence of food, it's the only opportunity to replenish calories, so, no matter what, I'll eat more."

After saying that, Lin Feng grabbed several handfuls of eye-catching vegetables, endured the unpleasant smell, and kept stuffing them into his mouth one by one.

Then, he threw a few more tripeworms into the seasoning, which surprised the audience.

“Food Terminator, 23333!”

"It's awesome!"

"Damn it, it smells good, it's made, soap, and you'll spit out bubbles after eating!"

"Cow shit-flavored cake..."

"The maple metaphor, thinking about that taste is really hard to swallow!"

Although the taste was very bad, after a full meal, Lin Feng's hunger felt a lot more relieved, and his spirits were greatly boosted.

Then, he took a handful of water from the pond, patted it on his face, then picked some eye-catching vegetables, preparing for breakfast tomorrow morning, and then returned to the camp as the same route.

After arriving at the place, it was already eleven o'clock at night.

Lin Feng cleaned up a little, then chatted with everyone for a while, and then it went off the show.

After the broadcast was released, he clicked on the system and looked at the various data of the live broadcast. At the same time, he also received many private messages from friends in the background, mostly about the underground madness asylum.

"Master Feng, what is that hospital doing? Let's reveal it!"

"Master Feng, go again tomorrow. I want to see what's down there!"

"Master Feng, I've given you all the fish balls. Please live broadcast on the crazy asylum!"

"Every time when it comes to the most critical moment, there is no further information. Can it last longer?"

Looking at these private messages, Lin Feng selectively replied a few, saying that he would satisfy everyone as long as time allows.

After all, this matter is not that simple. Once it is screwed up, your live broadcast career may be affected, so be cautious.

No words all night.

During this night, he slept quite comfortably, and the bonfire did not go out until dawn.

After getting up, Lin Feng first used the remaining firewood to save the fire, took out a kettle to boil water, then called the system and opened the live broadcast room.

The next second, the moment the broadcast started, countless viewers waiting in front of the screen slipped in.

Soon, the number of people online in the upper right corner of the room reached tens of thousands!

"Mr. Feng!"

"Short Xiaofeng, please live broadcast of the crazy asylum!"

"After waiting for a day, it finally started broadcasting, hurry up!"

"High-profile contractor Feng Ye in the front row!"

"It's finally started!"

"Congratulations, the missing persons are back!"

Seeing that people were almost here, Lin Feng cleared his throat and explained:

"Everyone is early."

"Today is my fifth day. The overall feeling is pretty good. Although there are accidents, at least I'm not hungry."

"All day yesterday, after a long rafting and adventure, I finally broke into the Manchak Swamp and found an underground madhouse built in the mid-century here."

"This hospital is very strange and has many doubts. Judging from the clues currently available, it is likely to be a strange institution that studies some kind of psychotherapy. It belongs to unknown, and its full name may be called "San Dilia" Hospital."

"A viewers who watched the live broadcast yesterday may know that I spent almost half a night exploring the b1 floor of the madhouse, and only one area in the northeast has not yet entered."

"During this period, although I did not get any valuable information, I found a lot of useful equipment."

"These things will be of great help to my next survival journey... But the point that many viewers are concerned about may not be these equipment, but rather the weird hospital."

"So, in order to satisfy everyone's curiosity, today I plan to go down again, go to the remaining area on the b1 floor first, and then go to the following floors to see, hoping to find some clues to resolve everyone's confusion."

As he spoke, Lin Feng ate some biscuits and eye-catching vegetables, took out the guide map of the madhouse from his arms, nailed it to a wax tree with a dagger, and continued to look at the camera:

"From the map, there must be space below the madhouse, because there are signs of stairs here. So, there may be b2, b3, or even b4 under the b1 floor."

Immediately afterwards, he pointed to a large area located in the northeast on the guide map, saying:

"At present, the b1 floor is only here. We have not been to it yet. Looking at the mark, it should be a distribution room and an operating room."

"If it were a distribution room, there would be a hand-crank generator inside. If possible, we might be able to operate it and light up the hospital again. Therefore, the distribution room is our first destination for this trip."

"Okay, that's the plan, let's go."

After saying that, Lin Feng put up the map, tied up a multi-function belt, and prepared to go lightly.

As for backpacks, let’s stay in the camp for the time being.

Soon, after everything was ready, Lin Feng, holding a torch in the United States, came to the b1st floor of the madhouse again at 8 a.m. local time!

Because he had been here once before, he was familiar with everything.

After pushing open the fire door, Lin Feng strode through the research room corridor, came to the hall, walked around the logistics room, and continued to walk northeast.

The style of the northeast of the Madman Asylum is completely different from before. All the decorations here seem to have traces of burning and are incredibly tattered.

In the corridor, the white tiled floor was covered with ashes.

However, after a closer look, you can still see some buildings that look roughly.

According to the instructions of the map, after some twists and turns, Lin Feng finally found the power distribution room at a dilapidated corner.

It was a dilapidated house.

The entire wall next to the door is filled with smoke and fire.

The rough iron door was already rusty, with a half-hung white old sign hanging on it, with a line of English: high-voltagetransformerro.

It means, a high voltage distribution room.

Judging from the appearance, there was a small square window on the door, but the glass had long been broken.

Lifting the torch, Lin Feng narrowed his eyes and looked inside.

The room was pitch black.

I couldn't see my five fingers.

The only thing you can feel is the cold air and light breeze inside.

After standing there for a while, Lin Feng freed up a hand and clenched the door handle.

Then, with just a gentle force, the iron gate moved in response, opening a small gap.

"Go in and take a look."

The entire distribution room is in the layout style of the last century and looks very backward.

There are several parts such as opening and closing rooms, distribution rooms, line entry cabinets, and metering cabinets.

Lin Feng walked around inside, and finally, he finally found an old-fashioned hand-crank generator in the corner of the distribution room.
Chapter completed!