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Chapter 150

[Integrity First] Live Room:

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Daily, this is too gullible!!

I'm willing, I'm willing, I'm willing!!! Woohoo, come and be my muse, please! [Reward Points 50]

Ah, ah, ah, although I know that the main purpose of the anchor must be to delay time, but I don't believe that anyone in this world will refuse this request ah ah ah! [Reward points 50]

The anchor really has a bit of nb on him, and I even suspect that he is learning psychology. This fucking is directly targeting the weak point and hitting it with precision!

Yes, yes, for No. 04, this is a deal that can't be refused!

The youth's amber eyes were close at hand.

No. 04's chest suddenly and violently heaved up and down, he suddenly reached out his hand, raised his hand without warning and grabbed the other's wrist.

Beneath the thin skin is a hard and fine carpal bone.

Wen Jianyan stared at him without blinking, her eyes were alert, and she waited quietly.

how?

He seemed to be so at ease, and he couldn't see the fear and tremors that were hidden under that calm appearance.

...

The man lowered his eyes, his gray eyelashes covered his pupils, he leaned down, put his lips on the back of Wen Jianyan's hand, and his guttural voice trembled: Deal.

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Looking at the empty ward in front of him, Su Cheng's face was extremely solemn.

This, this... what's going on? I remember he was still here just now?

Huang Mao looked around, showing a look of astonishment.

The ward in front of him is small and rudimentary, and even people with poor eyesight can easily see the whole room.

However, Wen Jianyan, who was still in the same ward as them just now, suddenly disappeared without knowing when - it was like evaporating from the air, leaving no trace.

Su Cheng was startled, and seemed to suddenly understand something:

...Number 04.

What? Huang Mao was stunned, unable to react for a while.

Did you forget? When the meal was just delivered! Su Cheng looked at Huang Mao with an excited expression, That painting!

The meticulously depicted and extremely uncomfortable sketch appeared in his mind, and Huang Mao slowly opened his eyes: You mean...the number 04 took him away?

I guess so.

Su Cheng nodded.

Wen Jianyan was strongly targeted by various NPCs in this dungeon. The hostility of those high-risk patients was almost all focused on him. When he just passed by to deliver meals to No. 04, the painting the other party drew was even more directed towards Wen Jianyan. Jian Yan's interest was blatantly placed on the table.

Huang Mao also quickly followed his train of thought.

His face paled: Then, what can we do?

If what Su Cheng guessed is true, then Wen Jianyan should have been taken to another spiritual realm of high-risk mental patients, which is another inner world that cannot be touched by them alone...

With this invisible mental barrier, even the props are not sure whether they can be used or not.

This is really bad, do they really have to wait quietly for the next time the bell rings, and the inner world will end automatically?

Su Cheng gritted his teeth: Actually... there is another way.

Huang Mao was startled: What?

In Su Cheng's live broadcast room:

Wait...I suddenly have an ominous feeling...

I also!!!

Didn't that guy just say it? 01 and 03 are dog-biting dogs,

Under the dispute between No. 01 and No. 03, I don't know when it started, the entire corridor has been very close to the real world, and it looks very chaotic here, with the characteristics of two different high-risk patients.

Su Cheng looked around, took a deep breath, and said somewhat uncertainly:

If the purpose of fighting between 01 and 03 is to grab people, shouldn't they really want to see fisherman No. 04 profit?

Huang Mao's eyes widened slightly: Wait... don't you think...

right,

Su Cheng nodded.

Continue to look in this ward to see if there are any clues, he raised his hand and wiped his face, showing a hopeless expression, and said slowly, I... I'll be back later.

If you can come back later.

In Su Cheng's live broadcast room:

!! An ominous foreboding experience!

Woo, my little cute prophet is gradually being brought bad...

Hahahahahaha, is this the true inheritance of Wen Jianyan's conquest? It's actually a little bit on the evil road of being deceived!

I'm dying of laughter, the dog liar next door is a lot of harm!

Speaking of which, how far has the next door developed? Is there anyone from there to talk about it? I'm so curious!

The development next door...how to say, it's hard to describe...

??What's the meaning?

It means that it's obviously the home court of 04! But inexplicably, it was controlled by that dog liar! Good guy, I've never seen such a hostile anchor!

???

Wait... If Wen Jianyan next door has already controlled the scene at 04, then Su Cheng is now looking for 01 and 03, doesn't it turn into a wolf into the room instead?

...It seems to make sense.

Hee hee, I'm looking forward to it anyway. I've never seen so many high-risk patients scuffle in Ping An Nursing Home!!

Asura Field! Asura Field!

Fight! Fight!

*

Melodious music flows in the air.

On the long table, there was a golden candlestick, and the candles flickered, illuminating the snow-white table and the plates placed on it.

The ripe grapes almost burst open, the plump fruits are full, filling the golden plate one by one, and the sweet and greasy fruit fragrance wafts.

The wine glass was filled with dark red wine, and the light swayed slightly.

The drawing paper was scattered, and charcoal sketched terrifying and terrifying pictures on it, sketched out with an almost crazy enthusiasm, but was interrupted by some force majeure, and crumpled in disappointment, dropped on the ground.

The air is peaceful, but it is filled with a suffocating and terrifying force, like a pressure box that is inflated to the extreme, and it will explode suddenly if you touch it a little.

After the deal was reached, the equivalent exchange between the two had been going on for some time.

Wen Jianyan has always been very cautious.

The questions he threw are controlled to the extent that they have nothing to do with the dungeon and the live broadcast room, trying to explore the hidden truth of this copy in a roundabout way that does not reveal his murderous intentions.

After the other party answers one of his own questions, he will naturally reciprocate.

Wen Jianyan has basically mastered the other party's so-called artistic preference based on what the other party has shown so far about his taste in paintings and music.

As a professional fraudster who swindles rich people in high society, Wen Jianyan has a lot of reserves in this area. He doesn't need to know much about classical beauty or appreciate this type of art, he only needs to It is enough to know how to do what he likes. No matter who the other party throws out, he can answer them fluently, and will push the topic down in the direction that the other party likes.

Based on classical art, Wen Jianyan gave full play to his imagination in the taste of the other party, and the constructed picture was even better than the one before 04.

However, he also left many inadequacies in many details, so that when the other party was really interested in the idea, he could overthrow the idea.

He tried his best to prolong his inspiration process to get more information.

During this exchange of you and me, Wen Jianyan filled in the deeds of the NPC No. 04 little by little in her mind.

His real name is Mars, and he has been involved in dozens of A-level murders. Each murder is based on a world-famous painting. The last work before his arrest is the Last Supper. Thirteen people were killed.

Strangely, according to the other party, the experience before entering prison and after entering the Ping An Nursing Home seems to be blank. Wen Jian is temporarily unable to determine whether this gap is due to the intervention of the live broadcast room, or whether it is possible for the Peaceful Nursing Home. related to human experiments.

Although the other party can still answer his own life experience and crimes fluently, when listening to the description of this experience, Wen Jianyan was keenly aware of some strange signs.

I always feel...something weird.

When describing these crimes, the other party's attitude is really too cold, even with a strange sense of alienation.

Although Wen Jianyan has only a superficial understanding of criminal psychology, he is very clear that this type of antisocial high-risk patients has a strong Narcissus plot, that is, extreme narcissism - this kind of narcissism not only It is only for his own intelligence and strength, but also for the works he has completed. No. 04, a lunatic who was imprisoned in a sanatorium for making human beings into bloody works of art, it is even more impossible for him to be so disrespectful to his own works. Attentive.

When describing this part of the content, 04 is like telling someone else's story, not only seldom describes the details, but also very lack of interest.

Only when the topic goes to art creation with Wen Jianyan as the main body will it become full of passion again.

In order to provide me with more inspiration, would you like to wear one of the clothes I prepared for you before?

After answering another question from Wen Jianyan, No. 04 took out something, looked at the young man in front of him, and asked politely.

Wen Jianyan was pulled out of his thoughts by No. 04's voice.

...

He blinked, his eyes fell on what was in the other's hand, and then fell silent.

Skirt again.

Oh shit.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

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I sincerely doubt that the real purpose of letting the anchor wear a skirt at the beginning of No. 04 is to satisfy his own xp.

It's a complete picture of a poor dagger!!

Don't hide it, you pervert!! You're just a womanizer!!!

Wen Jianyan pulled the corner of her mouth, gritted her teeth and replied, Of course.

Thank you.

04 said politely.

He put down the paintbrush and paper in his hand, and stood up: I'll leave you room to change, just call me when it's over.

After the other party left the restaurant, Wen Jianyan changed her clothes as quickly as possible.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

... Help, this scale is not big, can't we let us see a little more!!

Everyone is a valuable paying audience, so don't take off the camera every time you encounter such an exciting plot!!

Wow, I really don't want to look at the chandelier. Help.

Since he had already had an experience before, Wen Jianyan was very familiar with it this time.

As he stared at the last thin piece of fabric, he narrowed his eyes slightly and fell into silence.

He suddenly realized where the weirdness he had just noticed came from.

The opponent's modus operandi has changed.

Among all the murders in the past, the world famous paintings are the absolute blueprints, and the degree of innovation is relatively low.

Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes and glanced at the paper balls scattered on the side without a trace—the pictures that were either created independently by the other party, or were conceived by him, came to life again in his mind.

In fact, among all these paintings related to him, no matter whether it is classical sculpture or classical famous paintings, they have become supplementary elements and supporting roles without exception. Transferred to the main body of the screen——

That is, Wen Jianyan himself.

Humans were originally supposed to be the material for creating a certain picture of the opponent's fantasy species, but now they have become the protagonists who absorb all the highlights.

The modus operandi of a perverted murderer...why did it change so strongly?

It seems that the difference is not big, but in terms of its internal logic, it has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Why is this happening?

Wen Jianyan leaned down and picked up the thin garter. The water-like texture was cool and soft, and it wrapped around her fingertips as if alive.

He suddenly smiled: Come in.

With the sound of crunch, the door shaft turned, and No. 04 walked in unhurriedly.

He stared at the young man in front of him with those cold, fog-like gray eyes, and a strange dark light burned at the bottom of his eyes:

Thank you, my muse.

Wen Jianyan watched the other person walk in with cold eyes, suddenly raised her hand, and threw the thin fabric in her palm.

04 was startled, and subconsciously raised his hand to catch it.

The flowing cloth slid down and wrapped around the fingers, bringing a soft touch that was almost gentle.

Equivalent exchange, isn't it?

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes, his eyes flashed with a cold and cunning cold light, and he took his seat gracefully and gracefully:

Come and dress me.

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...

In the huge hall, the music flowed softly.

No. 04 knelt down in front of the chair on one knee, with a calm expression and lowered eyes, and spread out the soft and thin fabric with his fingers.

The young man unceremoniously stepped on the soles of his feet on his knees, waiting for the other party to serve.

This movement caused the heavy and heavy fabric to naturally pull up, revealing a long, slender leg that belonged to an adult male, with straight bones, covered with a thin layer of firm muscles, and finally converged at the protruding ankle bone.

His arches are high, and the soles of his feet are not slender, but they are too white.

Beneath the pale skin, you can see meandering blue blood vessels and undulating bone lines like mountains.

The soft fabric was pulled up from the toes, spreading like a soft snake, and the thin, wrinkled fabric was stretched out a little bit and stretched to a pearl-like luster.

The pale, sunless skin was slowly engulfed by the soft socks.

From the hard ankle bone, to the soft and fleshy calf that can be grasped with one hand, to the graceful knee.

To get the sock above the knee, 04 had to stand up and lean his upper body down slightly.

As the distance drew in, his fingers seemed to be very stiff, and the icy fingertips occasionally touched the young man's warm, jade-like skin.

The other side matched his movements, so that the buckles went around his thighs.

...

Wen Jianyan squinted and looked at the man who was close at hand.

The pair of gray eyelashes trembled slightly, his breathing became disordered and rapid, and a morbid blush stained the other's towering cheekbones. The appearance of restraint and almost rationality was broken, and he looked frantic and disordered.

So, the last question is answered.

The inner logic of committing crimes has changed, because the subject of desire has changed.

Wen Jianyan gave a low laugh, raised her hand, patted No. 04's cold cheek, and said:

No, I should thank you.

-Gives me a chance to get close.

The next second, the props are activated.

An invisible chain emerged from the sky, tying the man in front of him tightly, unable to move from head to toe.

This is an item in a Class B shop.

Basically, the higher the level of dungeons, the higher the level of NPCs and ghosts, and the more difficult it is to be controlled by the props in the store. The props that Wen Jianyan used in the previous dungeons are almost here. All can't be used - because the item level is too low, it will be freed almost in the blink of an eye.

Only some of the unsolvable props with harsh conditions sold in stores above B level can be applied to all ghost NPCs, and there is no possibility of breaking free.

As long as you maintain close contact before using it, you can maintain the effect after using it - this kind of prop is difficult to use in most situations, after all, if you maintain such a close distance with the ghost, it may only be a few seconds Inside will be killed, there is no chance of being used at all.

Youth pushed 04 back.

The opponent's stiff body naturally fell backwards and landed on the chair behind him.

Wen Jianyan, like a swimming fish, got out of the narrow space and said with a smile:

It was a pleasure doing business with you.

...

No. 04 was fixed to the chair by an invisible rope, and a terrible dark light rolled in his gray eyes. He silently stared at Wen Jianyan, who was quickly distanced from him, as if he was forced to wear a mouthpiece. A shackle, a beast that cannot tighten its teeth.

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Wen Jianyan turned around and took a step forward, rushing upstairs at the fastest speed.

He ran up to the second floor according to his memory, changing his original clothes while running, and mercilessly stepping on those complicated and soft expensive fabrics under his feet.

Soon, he found the locked door and rushed in without slowing down.

Wen Jianyan had searched the first few rooms inside, and only the last room had not been entered.

At the moment of rushing into the last room, the familiar system prompt sounded in his ears.

【Ding! Congratulations to the anchor for completing the task: found? ? ? the ward

Bonus points: 200]

The pattern in front of you is very familiar, the narrow space, the cold iron bed, and the countless paintings on the walls. The only difference is that in the Ping An Sanatorium in the surface world, these paintings are reversed, but here they are all based on Showing people on the front - these paintings should be from 04, in these paintings, human beings are not the subject, but the material.

Wen Jianyan opened the cabinet.

A paintbrush lay quietly at the bottom of the cabinet.

He leaned down and picked up the paintbrush.

At the moment when the fingertip touched the paintbrush, the sound of the system sounded again in my ear:

Congratulations to the anchor for getting the hidden item (difficult) in the copy!

【Collection degree 2/10】

It seemed that his guess was correct. The hidden props related to the patient were hidden in the room of the other side's inner world.

Wen Jianyan quickly put the pen in his pocket.

Well, all his purposes in this world have been achieved.

The next thing you need to do is to find a way to properly hide your breath and traces before the shackles of No. 04 are released, and then wait for the bell to ring——

Suddenly, at this moment, there was a violent crashing sound from below the ground.

Wen Jianyan's eyes widened in astonishment, one of them lost his footing and almost fell on the iron bed.

???

What, what's going on?

first floor.

The ground trembled, the bricks shattered, and the dust fell rustling.

boom!!!

With a loud noise, a corner of the gorgeous hall was forcibly cut open, and outside the hole, several familiar figures appeared with a hostile expression.

Tall, like a beast-like Edward, and No. 03 with a black and white rabbit in his arms.

Under the kind reminder, the three finally realized that their fight had caused the prey they got to be snatched away by others.

The original hostility was replaced by cooperation.

Soon, the barriers between the inner worlds were smashed together.

Everything changed again.

Pale, dark and bloody chaos, like a flood of opening gates, spread into the delicate and orderly world, three different spiritual worlds collided, and the order of the reasons was messed up.

Edward carried the axe in one hand, his strong muscles bulged, and his pale blue eyes flashed with violent killing intent, he bared his teeth and said, Sneakly grab someone while we're fighting... 04, don't you want to live?

With an angelic smile on his face, the white-haired Neil slowly took two steps forward and asked softly:

Where's my little rabbit? Where did you hide him?