Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter One

"boom!"

With a loud noise, the huge spotlight suddenly turned on, and the dazzling white light dispelled the darkness, and everything could be seen at a glance in an instant.

Wen Jianyan shrank back subconsciously, raising her hand to block the sudden bright light.

[The next live broadcast will start in five minutes]

An emotionless female voice sounded, and the piercing sound rolled and echoed in the narrow space. ?

Wen Jianyan blinked belatedly.

Although there was still buzzing in his ears, the messy light spots on the edge of his field of vision gradually dissipated.

…what's the situation?

After a few seconds, his eyes finally adjusted to the too harsh light.

This is a room with a maximum of five square meters.

He is standing in the middle of the room right now, with nothing beside him, the walls on all sides are completely transparent, and a bright red countdown is flashing on the glass, which is slowly rotating and moving around him at this moment.

[04:25]

Four minutes and twenty-five seconds.

The numbers decrease evenly, giving a sense of imminent unease.

"..."

Wen Jianyan stared at the camera in the room thoughtfully for two seconds.

Immediately afterwards, he withdrew his gaze, took a step forward slowly, and looked out through the gap between the numbers.

Outside is an endless pure white space, with hundreds of thousands of identical small rooms floating there, each room has a person locked up, and a bright red countdown is displayed on the wall.

Outside the small room, there are large and small cameras in all directions. Some are as tall as buildings, some need to be embraced by several people, and some are only as big as a palm. Countless cold metal circles shone with a strange luster under the light, silently watching The prisoners held in each room give people a feeling as if they are being monitored by a different kind.

Simply creepy.

The prisoners in the small grid have different expressions.

Wen Jianyan found that all the trapped people closest to him were pale, dazed and terrified, curled up in a corner of the room, and even collapsed in fear, screaming hysterically under the strange camera, beating the transparent glass desperately. wall.

Glass blocks out sound.

It was like watching an absurd pantomime.

The people in the distance were basically expressionless, calmly waiting for the end of the countdown, and they didn't know if they were used to it or they had long been numb.

At this moment, a lively voice sounded, interrupting Wen Jianyan's meditation.

"Hi, new anchor, I am your personal assistant, and I will serve you from today on."

Wen Jianyan was startled, and turned to look in the direction of the voice.

He saw a palm-sized light screen rise up, with his own resume printed on it.

Photos, names, and even…

curriculum vitae.

It is detailed and comprehensive, almost covering his entire life, even including the experience that does not belong to the name "Wen Jianyan", but he has actually experienced it, and no one knows about it except himself.

Wen Jianyan subconsciously pursed her lips, looked down ten lines at a glance, and paused for a few seconds on the last sentence of the resume.

——"Sign a soul contract with Nightmare Studio and become an active rookie anchor."

The voice sounded again:

"The E-class live broadcast room is being opened for you..."

"The exclusive live broadcast room 789326qwk has been opened!"

The empty live broadcast background appeared on the light screen, and the number of online viewers was displayed in the lower right corner: 0

"Um... can I ask a question?"

Wen Jianyan has a good voice.

Clear and shallow, magnetic and soft, it can become deep and ambiguous with a little pressure, skillfully controls the comfortable articulation rhythm, and can almost easily win the favor and trust of anyone.

"certainly."

The young man raised his eyes.

His eyes are a gentle amber color, with a little clear light, they appear lighter in color under strong light, and have a deceptively harmless feeling. distress:

"Can the live broadcast room be renamed?"

He looked a little embarrassed, and added shyly:

"The current name is ugly."

"..."

A question that shouldn't arise at all on this occasion.

After a brief pause of a few seconds, the Assistant replied:

"Not for now."

"However, after reaching a certain amount of points in the account, the system point mall will be opened for you, and you can spend points to buy a name-changing card at that time."

The other party seemed to have no malice, and continued lively:

"I hope to be able to serve you again then."

"Thanks."

Wen Jianyan raised his eyes, looked at the camera above his head, and smiled briefly and happily.

The thin and light red lips curled up in a small arc, revealing a smile from the heart, and the dark pupils shrunk under the strong light, showing sincerity and authenticity.

"I hope to see you again soon, too."

The scarlet countdown on the glass wall finally returned to zero.

The voice sounded again, echoing in the empty white world, as if it was being surrounded by layers from all directions, it was deafening and frightening:

[Welcome to the Nightmare live broadcast room, the next live broadcast will start soon. 】

The already extremely dazzling spotlight suddenly became brighter, crazily overloaded, like the brilliance of countless suns being condensed in a narrow room, the metal ring of the camera was almost half-melted in the strong light, and the lens stretched, as if Living creatures.

Wen Jianyan had to close his eyes, through the bright red thin eyelids that were illuminated, the light that made his eyes hurt could not be completely blocked, causing pain like needle pricks.

The mechanical female voice at the beginning became full of emotion:

[Our aim is - entertainment to death! 】

*

The live broadcast has started.

There are countless channels connected to the huge live broadcast plaza, and each channel leads to a different live broadcast hall. Each hall is densely packed with countless small screens. Spectator picks.

[There are so many new anchors this time, so excited]

[This is the most newcomers introduced in the live broadcast room, right? I have never seen so many live broadcasting halls below D level in the square before]

[There are so many newcomers, so it is estimated that there should not be many A-level and above plazas open this time, right? 】

[I'm so disappointed, what's so interesting about the newcomer, screaming and running away, I don't believe in the old three ways, I'll let the old anchor start the broadcast]

[Of course, the old anchor is highly entertaining, but after all, they are all familiar faces, and I am tired of watching them]

[Also, those rookies' expression of despair and collapse after realizing their current situation... I really can't get enough of it]

【Hahahahahahahaha, you are right, screams and blood also have their charms】

Among them, a live broadcast hall named [Ducai Middle School] was opened.

A blood-red logo flashed under the dungeon name.

Hall Difficulty Rating: D

The highest unlock progress in history: 72%

Viewing value: E

At the bottom, there is a small sign with a few lines written in bronzing letters:

For the viewing experience of you and others, all viewers are requested to abide by the rules in the live broadcast room, and spoilers are prohibited.

After a short period of dizziness, Wen Jianyan opened his eyes.

The fan on the top of the head is whistling and humming like exhausted. If you look directly at it for too long, you will feel dizzy.

The young man had broad shoulders and long legs, lying on his back on a narrow bed, squeezed a little restrained.

He stood up and looked around silently.

This is an old-fashioned student dormitory.

The walls are crooked and dirty, covered with wallpaper that cannot be seen in its original color, crumpled, dirty dark brown and dirty yellow water stains seep from below,

There are four bunk beds in the narrow room, and the rusty red is peeling off the iron railing.

A mirror with one corner missing was attached to the cabinet on the opposite bed.

The surface of the mirror was dirty, with greasy handprints left, and only blurred figures could be printed in the dim light.

On the side table are piles of messy books, covered with dust.

And Wen Jianyan was lying on the lower bunk of one of the beds.

There was an indescribable strange smell in the air, which made it hard to breathe.

In the lower right corner of the line of sight is a translucent light screen.

【Live Room 789326qwk】

【Status: Broadcast】

【Online audience: 3】

The number of online viewers fluctuates between 0 and 3.

No one posted barrage, as if they just clicked in to watch a lively and boring audience.

There was no one else in the room except him.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, her long and straight eyelashes cast a little shadow on her white face. There was no excess emotion on her face, and she seemed extremely calm.

He rolled out of bed.

Then-

Holding on to the table beside him, he began to retch.

The back under the young man's shirt trembled slightly with the sound of vomiting, and he held his arm on the edge of the table with force, and the veins on his well-defined forearm burst out.

After a long time, he finally stopped.

The mask of ease and calmness at the beginning was shattered, and collapsed and disappeared like melting snow. The corners of the young man's eyes were wet and red, and his facial features, which had been calm before, became vivid and vivid in an instant, appearing extraordinarily fragile and helpless in the dirty mirror. help.

That's right.

What calm, what calm...

It's all fake!

Wen Jianyan's inner activities don't match the above adjectives at all.

Any normal person would be terrified when they saw the previous scene!

Red countdown, malicious broadcast sound, weird cameras big and small.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a picture that only appears in a horror novel!

Not to mention how scary it is!

Not to mention that he is still the kind of person who cherishes his life the most!

However, in many years of professional career, Wen Jianyan has developed the habit of never leaking anything on the surface no matter how scared he is in his heart or how much pressure from the outside world.

It is even said that the closer one is to the brink of extinction, the more calm one will be.

Otherwise, he would have been put in a cement bucket and sunk in the sea eight hundred years earlier.

Wen Jianyan, a professional fraudster.

After completing the biggest order in his life and successfully absconding with a multinational smuggling group with a huge sum of 2 billion yuan, he became a newcomer anchor in the horror live broadcast room without warning.

"..."

How can anyone in the world be more unlucky than him?

Wen Jianyan wrinkled his facial features into a ball, suppressing the frustration welling up in his heart.

He wiped the corners of his mouth and straightened up.

At this moment, the voice without emotion sounded again:

[In order to improve your live broadcast experience, the live broadcast room will customize a unique novice gift for you according to the soul quality of the anchor! 】

In such a penetrating environment, the mechanical sound seemed even more strange this time.

However, the keywords of "soul quality" and "customization" in this passage immediately made Wen Jianyan feel that it was extraordinary.

He subconsciously took a slight breath.

Based on years of professional experience, this so-called "novice gift" is likely to play a vital role in his fate.

【Ding! The novice gift package has been delivered, has the host signed for it? 】

Wen Jianyan made up his mind and said, "Sign for receipt."

He saw the light screen in front of him flash, and a colorful gift box popped open automatically.

Amidst the lively sound effects, the gorgeous long silk was torn off automatically, the gift box bounced open with a "bang", and the animation interface disappeared, revealing a—

flowerpot.

The clay-gray flower pots, the brown-black soil, are unremarkable and featureless.

Other than that it was empty, nothing.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

What?

He poked at the flower pot on his screen in disbelief, hoping to find something else.

A line of text popped up.

【Product Name: Apple Seedlings】

Wen Jianyan: "..."

So, what is this custom-made according to the attributes of the soul, and it sounds very bluffing? Is it an apple seedling that hasn't sprouted yet?

What a piece of crap!

This is the gift for newbies?

Be sick!

Wen Jianyan turned off the light screen expressionlessly.

He raised his head, and subconsciously glanced at the place where he had just been lying with his peripheral vision, and his gaze couldn't help but pause slightly.

A card lay quietly on the pillow.

The card is very thin, only the size of a palm, with straight edges, and the texture is not like paper, but more like metal.

Wen Jianyan hesitated for two seconds, stepped forward, and carefully picked up the piece of paper.

【Identify card】

Name: Cheng Wei

Age: 16

Occupation: First-year student of Decai Middle School

Related plot: not yet unlocked

Wen Jianyan turned the card over to the back.

There is also a line on the back: The initial survival time is being allocated...

Wen Jianyan:?

He turned the card over and over several times, but never saw any other information.

That's it?

Wen Jianyan frowned and raised her head in doubt.

The moment he raised his head, his heart skipped a beat.

The door of the cupboard on the opposite bed seemed to have slipped a little more indistinctly than before, and the mirror hanging on it happened to be facing him directly.

Wen Jianyan could clearly see the reflection of his own face.

as well as…

Under the bed where he was lying just now, there was a smiling, pale face.

The pure black eyes stared straight at him, and the corners of the lips curved up like a mask gradually widened—

At that moment, Wen Jianyan felt a layer of cold sweat on his back.

My heart was pounding, as if it was about to pop out of my throat.

—Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !

However, in the next second, that blurred face disappeared in the darkness, just like his illusion, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The screen, which had been quiet all this time, finally made some noise.

A few barrages drifted past sporadically.

"It didn't even call, the anchor's psychological quality is pretty good."

"I was taken aback."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

No, I just had a calm face.

In fact, my legs were already shaking.

He slowly took a deep breath, then lowered his head and glanced at the card in his hand again.

I don't know when the words on the back of the card have changed.

[Survival time allocation completed]

Below is a 20-minute countdown in blood red.

The number of people watching the live broadcast unknowingly reached double digits.

"No, no, right? Am I reading that right? The survival time for new anchors is twenty minutes?"

"I laughed, what kind of luck is this, hahahahahahahaha"

"Is it the only one among this batch of newcomers? It's too miserable if it's less than an hour."

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"I haven't seen a host being haunted by a ghost as soon as he wakes up. I've learned a lot."

"..."

Wen Jianyan stared at the words of twenty minutes in astonishment, and fell into a brief silence.

Really, old bad luck.