Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter Forty-eight

No, no, maybe, maybe he just thought too much?

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Although certain elements in the Decai Middle School dungeon and the Antai Community dungeon are similar, there is a big variable in it, and that is the so-called "Bodhisattva".

What's more, apart from the hidden route, Wen Jianyan has never seen any ghosts appearing until now. It's just that the individual elements appear similar on the surface, but the internal difference is still very big.

And... three copies in a row bumped into the same ghost boss who was offended by him?

The probability of this is too small, how could it really happen!

Wen Jianyan shook his head, putting aside the ominous premonition in his heart.

However, speaking of...

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked thoughtfully at the figure standing at the door—

This guard is a bit strange.

The other party obviously left the community under his persuasion, why did he come back before the Ghost Festival?

The moment he saw the other party, he had already conceived an excuse to lie in his mind, but the guard didn't mention the previous incident at all, and his eyes swept over him blankly, as if he didn't know him at all. same.

And his face... always felt something was wrong.

At this moment, a low sound of "cha" and "cha" came from behind, very subtle, mixed with the conversation between the anchor and the guard, it was almost inaudible.

The rest of the anchors basically gathered at the door, all the attention was on Chen Mo and the guard.

Except for Wen Jianyan, who stood very far back at the beginning and was distracted all the time, no one heard this strange sound.

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

At that moment, a layer of goosebumps rushed to the skin.

I don't know when it started, the four paper figurines sat together on the sofa in the darkness, the four pale smiling faces were facing the door, the painted eyes were dark and without any light, and the corners of their mouths were high. Upturned, with scarlet messy lines smeared on the face, it looks particularly terrifying in the darkness where no light can penetrate.

They stared fixedly at the humans not far away, with stiff and stiff smiles on their faces.

…Grass!

Wen Jianyan's pupils constricted, and suddenly realized something, and immediately turned to look in the direction of the door.

"Hungry Ghost Festival will be here soon."

Under the dim light in the corridor, the guard's facial features and demeanor looked no different from ordinary people.

But if you look carefully, you can find that his face is a bit too pale, and the corners of his mouth are slightly curved up when he speaks, and the opening and closing of his lips is very small, which looks a bit dull.

"Since you are not leaving now,"

The corner of the guard's mouth suddenly rose, evoking a gloomy arc:

"Then you don't have to leave—"

"Pooh!"

A figure rushed out from behind without warning.

Then fly!

The doorman caught off guard and took a few steps back, only to hear a crackling sound of paper, and the wrist holding the doorknob broke off, leaving only a paper hand on the door.

"Grass! Let's go!"

Wen Jianyan jumped out along the gap, screaming nervously while running:

"This thing is a paper doll!"

After all, the other anchors are also C-level, and they have experienced at least a few dungeons. The moment Wen Jianyan rushed out, they also reacted immediately, and ran forward quickly behind each other!

None of them looked good.

These anchors are different from Wen Jianyan. They have experienced many such limited-time copies of impersonation.

After all, this kind of dungeon will issue main tasks for each anchor in the later stage according to the content of the identity card, so it is basically peaceful and peaceful until the time comes, and leave time for the anchor to collect information in the early stage.

In addition, I have been communicating with neighbors on the ninth and tenth floors before, looking for information, and all the NPCs I came into contact with are normal and can communicate, and I have never dealt with this kind of weird paper man.

They relied too much on their own experience, so no one could have imagined that this dungeon would start to change before the time node of the Ghost Festival, and they would start before twelve o'clock!

This dungeon is a bit too dark!

The live broadcast room of the other anchors was full of sighs:

"Oh, what a pity... Didn't a single anchor get recruited this time? I'm so disappointed."

"That's right, after all, this kind of role-playing dungeon does not mutate until the node is reached. The dungeon of [Antai Community] is different. It started to mutate slowly before the Ghost Festival. I thought this time I can see a few downsizing, but I didn't expect to be interrupted from casting spells! Damn."

"Actually, even if you are locked in a room, you will be given a chance to survive. 1304 is actually not too fierce. What I want to see is the horrified expressions of the anchors when they find out that things have exceeded their expectations. It is super entertaining, alas."

"Don't sigh, it's actually quite interesting now, the kick just now made me laugh so hard, I just interrupted the spellcasting."

"Who was that person just now? Why didn't I remember that there is such an NPC in this dungeon?"

"I haven't seen it either. I was very surprised when I saw him play just now. Could it be that the system has adjusted the content of the dungeon?"

"Fuck, I just went to the next door to check, it's not an NPC at all, it's an anchor!"

"Good guy, you pretend to be quite similar, what level is it? I don't remember seeing this one before."

"Do you usually just pick up intermediate and high-level dungeons to watch? This is a rookie anchor who has had a lot of momentum a while ago. He has only passed two books and has just been promoted to D-level. He is directing the [Integrity First] live broadcast room next door. "

"??"

"????"

"What? D-Class?! Are you kidding me?!"

Wen Jianyan rushed forward with all his strength, completely unaware that he had unknowingly attracted a new wave of audience.

The lights in the corridor are flickering, and the faint light flows into 1304 through the open door, illuminating the four smiling paper figurines on the sofa.

They nestle together, motionless, no different from dead things, but they seem to be alive.

"Zizi..."

The sound of electric current came from the buddha singing machine, and the intermittent, tune-changed singing sounded in the empty room.

Beside the shrine, an electronic candle lights up with two scarlet dots.

The faint light shone on the Bodhisattva's face, making its seemingly benevolent and serene face extraordinarily strange.

The guard raised his head slowly, his face faded from human skin, showing the rough texture of a paper version under the light.

He walked towards the door step by step, took off the paper palm hanging from the doorknob and put it back on again, then raised his head, staring at the backs of the anchors not far away with his dark eyes, the corners of his mouth were raised stiffly.

He smiled, and slowly, word by word, he completed what he had just said:

"—no need to leave."

*

The light outside the window has completely disappeared, and the deep and thick darkness is like insoluble ink, surrounding the whole building as if it has an entity, as if it wants to seep in through the window.

The sound of messy footsteps and rapid panting echoed in the corridor, and the anchors quickly ran towards the way they came. The lights above their heads were dim and scattered in the narrow and deep space.

Every once in a while, you can always see rice and tributes placed on the ground, and the incense stuck on them has been lit since when, and the faint green smoke is like a straight line, slowly floating up.

Finally, the old, rusty elevator doors were in sight.

Wen Jianyan stood still, her chest heaving up and down in a hurry.

He paused, then turned to look behind him.

In the bottomless dark tunnel, the paper man did not catch up.

Although he didn't experience ghosts beating the wall this time, Wen Jianyan could clearly feel that the return journey had undergone a subtle change.

The path becomes longer and takes at least three times as long as going.

The most important thing is that this building was supposed to be a straight cylindrical structure, but as Wen Jianyan ran over, several dark corners appeared in his peripheral vision!

More passages are connected to the corridor, like bottomless dark holes, waiting for the arrival of victims.

There was a trace of solemnity in Wen Jianyan's eyes.

This shows that the map in his memory will soon be useless.

So many changes have taken place before twelve o'clock, after twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, when the Ghost Festival officially comes...

What else will happen is really unknown.

Soon, several other anchors who were left behind also caught up panting.

Although their physical fitness is not bad, they are still far behind Wen Jianyan, who runs like a rabbit. This NPC runs like a horse, and he can't catch up with his life. I don't know where it came from. out of practice.

As soon as they stood still, the young man turned his head and looked over. His face was pale, his expression was panicked, and he asked slowly in a trembling tone, half panicked, half disbelieving:

"Just now, what the **** was that just now?!"

The anchors who worked so hard to catch up with him: "..."

?

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

"You act, you act!"

"Hahahahahahahaha, isn't this just an innocent NPC involved in a weird incident!"

"Bah! You kicked the NPC just now, and when you ran faster than anyone else with oil on your feet, why didn't you think of pretending to be innocent!"

Finally, Chen Mo came forward and briefly explained the current situation to this "poor NPC after being petrified".

They are obviously very proficient in this aspect, and have summed up a set of the most efficient words in multiple dungeons - hide the existence of the Nightmare live broadcast room, continue to maintain the identity on their identity cards, and at the same time describe the current degree of danger, so that Let the NPC continue to cooperate.

"As for your mother, there should be no need to worry."

Chen Mo added: "As long as she stays in the room well, there shouldn't be a big problem in terms of safety, and you'd better act together with us now to see if there is a way to solve all this."

Several anchors stood in front of the elevator and were talking in a low voice. Su Cheng listened briefly and found that they were discussing the next action plan.

It probably means that going to 1306 is probably not a good choice right now. We should retreat temporarily and go to other floors to see if we can get any new clues.

Su Cheng turned around and walked in Wen Jianyan's direction.

The conversation between Wen Jianyan and Chen Mo was over, and he was standing away from the elevator at the moment, staring thoughtfully at the dark and deep corridor not far away, wondering what he was thinking about.

He looked around cautiously, making sure that no one nearby noticed him, and then lowered his voice and said:

"Hello."

Wen Jianyan withdrew his gaze, turned to look at Su Cheng who was aside:

"I remember…"

He paused, and seemed to think of something: "Wang Runzhi, right?"

The young man's eyes drooped slightly, and his amber eyes were calm, as if he was facing a stranger he didn't know at all.

Su Cheng: "..."

Too awesome.

If he hadn't already experienced three books together, he would have thought this was the first time they met.

However, he also understood that Wen Jianyan's caution was justified, so he nodded, coughed unnaturally, and followed the other party's words:

"Yes, that's right."

Su Cheng followed his gaze to the depths of the corridor, and asked nonchalantly:

"What's next for you? What do you think? Continue to act with us, or...?"

"Not necessarily." Wen Jianyan pondered for a few seconds before saying:

"In this situation, it's not easy to act separately, but I can't follow you all the time. After all, my mother is still here..."

He turned his head and glanced at the other anchors not far behind, and said meaningfully:

"I think they won't need me anytime soon."

In the end, the anchors decided on the final plan and pressed the elevator button.

"Ding-"

The elevator doors opened.

Chen Mo looked at Wang Hanyu, Wang Hanyu nodded and closed his eyes, as if he was feeling something.

After dozens of seconds, he opened his eyes: "It's safe."

Wen Jianyan showed a thoughtful look.

It seems... the talent of this anchor may be related to inspiration, similar to the existence of yin and yang eyes.

It's a bit like Jiguan.

After each anchor enters the nightmare, he will get a "talent", which is the so-called novice gift pack. However, the novice gift pack is not immediately usable at the beginning, but has different opening conditions. Died before opening the talent.

However, most anchors can often activate their talents after going through two or three dungeons, and the number of people like Wen Jianyan who can activate in the first dungeon is very small.

The specific content of the talent has a lot to do with the "soul quality" of the anchor himself, and it will be enhanced with the level up, better effects can be obtained, and even new skills can be obtained.

For example, Ji Guan, perhaps because he saw ghosts in Fukang Hospital when he was a child, his talent is spiritual vision, which allows him to sense the existence of nearby spirit bodies.

However, his talent level is not high, and he can't use it actively at this stage, otherwise he won't be entangled by ghost babies in Fukang Hospital.

And this C-level anchor obviously has a higher level of talent, so he can also actively choose whether to enable it.

The anchor and his party entered the elevator.

"What's next? Where are we going?" an anchor asked.

Wang Hanyu: "Go to the notice board in the lobby on the first floor first, maybe you can find more clues."

As he spoke, he pressed the button on the first floor.

The elevator was humming and running smoothly, and soon, there was another "ding" sound, and the elevator door slowly opened to both sides.

However, what appeared outside the elevator door was not the lobby on the first floor.

It was the familiar, dark corridor.

The lights were flickering, the rice on the ground was placed in the corner, and there were illegible advertisements and spells stuck on the peeling wall, a strong yin energy struck.

Still on the 13th floor.

"..."

The expressions of all the anchors couldn't help but change.

In the depths of the corridor not far away, there seemed to be vague figures.

Grass.

Wang Hanyu pressed the door close button of the elevator as quickly as possible, and then pressed all the elevator buttons from the 12th floor to the 2nd floor.

The elevator started humming again.

Soon, a "ding" sounded.

The elevator doors opened again.

The lights on the 13th floor were dim, and there was a sound of unsmooth electricity. The figure in the distance was getting closer. His pale face was hidden in the darkness, and the uniform of the guard on his body could be vaguely seen.

Behind the "guard", there seemed to be several vague shadows following.

"Crack" "crack" "crack".

The sound of footsteps rubbing against the ground echoed in the depths of the corridor, making one's scalp almost numb.

Now, anyone with eyes could see that they might not be able to leave the 13th floor.

"Go, get out of the elevator."

Chen Mo made a decisive decision and left the elevator first.

Compared with ten minutes ago, the 13th floor has changed even more.

There was a weird smell floating in the cold air, like the stench of decaying corpses mixed with incense ash, giving people an extremely ominous feeling.

Several new corridors have been extended on both sides of the straight passage they had been walking around, and each corridor is exactly the same as that in the floors of ordinary residents.

The overhead light seemed to be dyed a dark red light.

There seemed to be murmurs like singing sutras in the distance.

"Do you want to use props?" an anchor lowered his voice.

At their current level, they also have a certain reserve of points and a fixed audience, and the cost of purchasing props is no longer as high as that of a novice anchor. It's not a mortal ghost, so it's no problem to fight it.

"Yes, it's a paper man after all." Another anchor echoed, "Didn't that N...that young man make a move just now? It shouldn't be too difficult."

"no."

Chen Mo shook his head.

"It's only been three hours since I came in and I need to use points. What if there are other crises later?" He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "We don't know much about the rules here, so we can't fight blindly."

In the depths of the corridor in the distance, the guard's seemingly ordinary voice came:

"It seems that you are all residents here?"

"Chacha."

The sound of paper rubbing echoed in the depths of the corridor.

"It's so late, why are you still wandering in the corridor?" As the distance shortened, the pale face was revealed under the light, and the previous face that was at least nine points like a human had completely changed.

The corners of its mouth were raised wide, showing a smile, and its paper-like cheeks were painted with two glaring scarlets, almost indistinguishable from the paper doll: "July and a half, the gate of **** is open."

The guard smiled and asked with concern:

"Aren't you afraid of bumping into something dirty?"

"..."

Wen Jianyan, who pretended to be low-key at the end of the line, twitched his eyes.

Do you still have the nerve to call other ghosts dirty things?

Chen Mo gritted his teeth and said, "Let's run separately."

The targets gathered together are too big, and they are easy to focus on fire. Now that the layout of the entire floor has become more complicated, running separately can at least ensure the chance of more people surviving.

"After this wave of crisis passes, exchange items and contact."

The black shadow gradually approached, and the pale, smiling face loomed in the darkness.

There was no time to hesitate now, the anchors quickly divided into two groups, each running towards the corridor in different directions.

Wen Jianyan and Su Cheng quickly looked at each other and chose the same path.

The corridor is dark and depressing, the air is filled with a dizzy burning fragrance, the copper coins wrapped in red paper are pressed on the window, like red eyes in the darkness, and small tributes flash from time to time at the corners Every stick of incense on the plate and white rice was lit, and wisps of green smoke floated straight up, as if they were being swallowed by unknown ghosts.

As Wen Jianyan ran forward, she glanced at the closed doors on both sides with her peripheral vision.

Although all the corridors on both sides appeared out of thin air, the pattern is still exactly the same as the other floors of this building. There are debris piled up in the narrow passages, the doors on both sides are closed, and there is a bottomless thick darkness outside the windows.

Under the dim light, the numbers on the bronze medal could be vaguely seen.

1101, 1102, 1103...

In other words, this is the eleventh floor?

Wen Jianyan was taken aback.

He suddenly understood that this was not a ghost hitting the wall in the traditional sense, nor was the elevator malfunctioning, but that all the floors were concentrated on the thirteenth floor!

The corridors extending from the thirteenth floor are the other floors of the entire building!

He seemed to have thought of something, took out his phone from his pocket, and glanced down at the screen.

11:42.

There are 18 minutes left until midnight.

At that time, it was the official time for the gate of **** to open.

Behind him, Wang Hanyu was panting while running. He looked gentle, with a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose. He should be engaged in clerical work before entering the live broadcast room.

Although his physical strength is not bad compared to ordinary people, it is relatively poor among this group of C-level anchors, and his speed has gradually slowed down after a long chase.

Wang Hanyu turned his head and glanced behind him at the right time, his face suddenly turned pale.

He subconsciously quickened his pace, uttered a rude curse, and shouted half puzzled and half broken: "Grass, why the **** are these paper people just following us?!"

Obviously the anchors were divided into two groups, but these paper figurines were not scattered as they imagined.

On the contrary, they seemed to have found the right person, and they all chased in this direction without any hesitation.

Wen Jianyan also turned her head and glanced.

Under the flickering red light, he saw the doorman whose wrist had been kicked off by himself. It smiled and supported his broken wrist with one hand, staring at him with a pair of dull black eyes.

And behind the guard.

The familiar female paper figurines were holding the two dolls, and all their eyes were on Wen Jianyan.

"Dad, Dad, come and play with us." The paper kid came from the end of the corridor laughing.

And Zhou Xiuqing, whose identity was inexplicably replaced, and whose wife and children were taken away, also looked at Wen Jianyan firmly, with a strange smile on her painted face.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

sorry.

I seem to know why.

Su Cheng, who was running beside Wen Jianyan, noticed his little movements and turned his head to look over.

"..."

The young man gave a dry cough, and avoided looking at him.

Su Cheng: "..."

Reminiscent of the scene where they were being chased and intercepted by all the paper figurines, a very possible guess slowly emerged from the bottom of his heart, causing him to collapse immediately.

no?

Did you **** offend the ghost again? !

This is, but Wen Jianyan suddenly thought of something.

He was slightly taken aback.

wait, this scene...

It seems that waste can be turned into treasure!

Wen Jianyan slowed down a little, took out the phone from his pocket again, turned on the recording function, and ran forward while aiming the camera of the phone at the paper people following behind him.

The scarlet REC appeared in the upper right corner of the screen, recording the horrifying scene behind it.

[Countdown starts: 10:00]

Wen Jianyan raised the corners of her lips.

There is no fixed shooting location for his main mission this time, so, according to his identity card as a ghost anchor, there should be no problem as long as it is a ghost scene.

Simply perfect!

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"..."

"…Grass."

"Hahahahahahaha grass! Kill two birds with one stone!"

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"I can't laugh anymore, the paper figurine who was forced to participate in the main quest: Are you polite?"