Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 213

The sound was very light, very low, hidden in the rustling sound of electric current, as if it sounded close to the ear. Creepy horror.

!!!

Wen Jianyan's scalp went numb, and she almost threw the radio out of her hand.

The sound continued, like some kind of signal.

The next second, more noises sounded from all directions, resounding in the huge store.

Shasha...Tomorrow's weather forecast is about to start, everyone...Shasha...Tonight...

The beautiful male voice broadcast intermittently in the broadcasting cavity.

On the other side, with the sound of electric current rustling in the old-fashioned radio, babbling humming sounded, and the beautiful female voice had a strange tone, humming a strange tune.

A mellow baritone voice came from behind:

...This is the radio story meeting. Today, I will tell you the next story...

Under the dim dim light, the countless radios in the store began to sound without anyone starting, and broadcast programs on their own.

Everyone raised their heads and hurriedly searched for the source of the sound.

Under the flickering twilight, everyone's face was pale, and there was an extremely unsure look of panic in their eyes.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan suddenly felt something and looked down at the radio in his hand.

The weird male voice just now disappeared, and an old well-known song is playing intermittently on the radio. The tune of this song is familiar and cheerful, and it seems to change a little in the slight electric current, which inexplicably brings a sense of extremeness. Uneasy feeling.

He felt... cold.

very cold.

The coldness that seemed to be frozen in the ice slowly climbed up along the fingers and spread along the texture. Under his gaze, Wen Jianyan saw that the fingers holding the radio were showing a kind of visible to the naked eye. The speed turned into a bluish-white color, stiff and cold, as if being eroded by death energy, and dark corpse spots were slowly emerging from under the skin.

It seems... he is starting from the fingers, dying little by little.

not good!

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank, hurriedly released the radio, and threw it aside.

The brown radio slammed into the corner of the shelf, and the metal casing made a thud, as if it were echoing in his head.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that the sound of the song has become louder.

Wen Jianyan looked down at his hand.

After letting go of the radio, his fingers did not return to their original state. They were still blue and white and stiff, as cold as a dead person. What's worse... Although the radio had already been released, the erosion of death did not disappear. In just a few seconds, Half of his palms have turned into that weird color, and the dense corpse spots are all over the skin, which is especially shocking.

His heart sank.

It looks like it's not a contact issue anymore.

On the other side, the teammates' secretly surprised exchanges were heard, and the exact same situation seemed to have occurred among them. Unconsciously, a hidden rancid smell spread in the store.

It was only a short while ago that the entire store was shrouded in the shadow of death.

Wen Jianyan didn't listen carefully to what his teammates exchanged. Now, what the others are talking about doesn't help him much.

What really matters to him is how to race against time.

Wen Jianyan stared at the brown radio in front of her, her brain was running fast, trying to find a way to break the game.

calm down.

This is the time to not panic.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath slowly, leaned down, and picked up the brown radio with her hand that was gradually turning into a corpse - as expected, after touching the radio, the speed of death's corrosion was not as fast. The reduction, but also did not speed up, that is to say, his initial guess was correct, whether he touched the radio or not has nothing to do with the danger he is now encountering.

His eyes fell on the radio, and the small light that symbolized the power supply was flashing, and with the frequency of the flashing, the humming song echoed in his ears.

So, could it be a sound problem?

Wen Jianyan made a decisive decision, exchanged sound insulation equipment from the system store, and blocked her ears.

Visible to the naked eye, the speed of the blue-black spread on the palm of the hand stagnated.

In other words, this move is indeed effective. The curse of the radio is transmitted through sound. As long as the sound is blocked, people can be safe to some extent.

but……

Is it really that simple?

Wen Jianyan can't guarantee it.

Block your ears!

As Wen Jianyan strode forward, she raised her voice and shouted loudly.

At least for now, he can only share the clues he has found. As for how useful it can be, will there be more dangers in the future...

Wen Jianyan was not sure.

But he knew that the sooner the source of the sound was dealt with, the sooner they would be safe.

According to the experience of the previous floor, although this door cannot stop customers from coming, it can still play a certain role in blocking these strange and supernatural products.

Anyway, try it to see if it works.

Wen Jianyan stared at the glass door that was getting closer and faster subconsciously.

After wearing the sound-isolating earmuffs, the ears seemed to be plugged with cotton, and all the sounds seemed to be blurred in chaos, perfectly blocking the sound from the radio.

but……

As time passed, Wen Jianyan suddenly realized that something was wrong,

The thin, faint humming sound stuck into my head like a needle, very light at first, almost completely imperceptible, but as time passed, the sound gradually increased in the chaos, and gradually became clearer !

...!

Wen Jianyan took a breath and hurriedly checked her soundproof earplugs.

intact.

The melody seemed to be ringing in my head, and it was very strange.

After the sound, the coldness of the fingertips continued to spread.

In just a few tens of seconds, Wen Jianyan's entire palm turned blue and black, and with the continuous broadcast of the radio, the color continued to extend upward along his wrist.

The ghostly coldness penetrated into the texture, the bones were shaking, the whole hand became stiff, and the movement became more and more difficult.

Wen Jianyan oozes cold sweat on her forehead, clenching her teeth subconsciously.

really.

The dangers posed by these radios are not so easy to deal with—!

He trotted.

When the blue-black color spread to the middle of the forearm, Wen Jianyan had already rushed to the counter.

In the next second, the flame in the oil lamp suddenly jumped violently, expanding in a circle without warning, the burning rate suddenly accelerated, and the shop was suddenly illuminated for a moment.

?!

Wen Jianyan was startled and turned to look at the oil lamp.

The voice in the ear was suppressed again and became faint again.

and……

Wen Jianyan lowered her head and moved her wrist. The blue-black corpse spots on her arms were slowly fading, and the cold feeling was also weakening.

Sure enough, the light of oil lamps can alleviate this trend and reduce the impact of sound on humans!

In the blink of an eye, the glass door was already in sight.

Wen Jianyan looked back.

He opened the door, swung his arms round, and slammed the brown radio out!

The radio disappeared into the boundless darkness. One second before the darkness spread into the shop, Wen Jianyan slammed the door shut.

The eerie melody came to an abrupt end, and there was a dead silence in my ears.

Wen Jianyan breathed a sigh of relief.

feasible.

He turned his head and saw that several other people were also rushing in this direction. Obviously, after a brief panic, they also began to break the game, and this method is the most simple and rude, and it is the method they choose the most. .

Wen Jianyan turned sideways to make way for the people who were rushing from behind.

His eyes fell on the radio in their hands.

Those radios, large and small, in different colors, all belonged to the problem goods selected from the previous nursery rhymes.

In other words, the talent of nursery rhymes is indeed very accurate. Those radios that she has located may contain dangerous radios, and after the customers leave, they really become their life-threatening ghosts.

Soon, everyone threw their radios out the door.

They gathered in front of the glass door, panting in shock, their bodies more or less covered with corpse spots, they looked at each other and saw the same suspicion and fear in each other's eyes.

The dead silence brought by the loss of the radio was short-lived, quickly and thinly, more voices pierced into my mind like small needles, and the familiar coldness struck again.

Wen Jianyan raised her hand, tugged Qi Qian, pointed in the direction of the counter, and mouthed:

Go in!

Several people were stunned, and before they could react, they saw that the other party had already walked quickly towards the place where the light was the strongest, and then raised their arms to show them—

On the fair skin, the blue-purple corpse spots are slowly disappearing.

Even if no explanation was needed, several people left and understood what Wen Jianyan meant - it is safe to be near the oil lamp!

They hurried to keep up.

Chichi!

The flames swelled up and burned quickly.

After seeing that everyone had entered the brightest area, Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and took off the sound-isolating earmuffs on her ears.

The others paused, hesitated, and did so.

After removing the thing that blocked the ears, everyone understood the current situation.

Those weird radios were still playing automatically, but in this small area covered by light, the burning sound of the oil lamps of Chi Chi became intense and harsh, and actually covered the sound of the radio abruptly. They could hear the sound coming from all directions of the store, but it didn't bring that tingling cold feeling that made the scalp tingle like before, and the blue-purple scars on the arms were slowly disappearing.

That's it. Qi Qian glanced at the oil lamp that was welded to the counter with a cautious expression, It seems that this light is more important than we thought.

He is even more fortunate now that he has an extra plate of lamp oil left in his squad.

Even if it's temporarily safe, we can't sit still. Qi Qian said, The burning speed of the lamp oil is too fast. If this continues, even if we have an extra plate of lamp oil, it will not be enough. The danger is to be resolved.”

He looked at the nursery rhyme: Can you activate your talent again?

The nursery rhyme gritted her teeth and nodded.

However, everyone can see how reluctant the nursery rhymes are now.

Her face was a palpitating pallor in the light, and there was little blood on her lips.

Although the number of uses of this talent is not as strict as other talents, the host can activate it several times in a copy, but in such a short period of time, so many times in succession... For a spiritual medium, the burden is still too big.

But now is the key to life and death. Even if the nursery rhymes can't hold up a bit, they can still get on with their heads.

At this moment, a gentle voice sounded:

That... Maybe Sister Tong Yao can be in charge of the three rows on the left, and the prophet and I are in charge of the three rows on the right?

Several people were startled and turned to look.

Don't worry, there is a prophet here, we will be fine, the girl in the white skirt stood still, still looking soft and harmless, she smiled slightly: Besides, my memory is not bad, maybe I can. Come in handy.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

Is your memory not bad?? You call it a never-ending memory, okay?

*

Soon, several people divided their work, put on the earplugs again, and left the counter covered by the oil lantern in unison. Although the protective effect it brought was not ideal, it was better than nothing. At least in the first contact, it can bring them a safety period of tens of seconds.

Everyone rushed towards the store, looking for the problem batches previously selected by the nursery rhyme with the fastest speed.

The nursery rhyme side used talent, and Su Cheng's side...

Mainly relying on Wen Jianyan's memory beyond ordinary people.

But... Wen Jianyan suddenly paused and looked at a corner of a shelf next to her.

That's where he took the brown radio earlier.

I don't know since when it was filled again by another radio, which looked unremarkable, but just subtly filled the empty space on the shelf.

Wen Jianyan stood there, squinting at the radio in front of him, as if lost in thought.

...not quite right.

He had just left in a hurry, without putting any new radios into the space, and the others had no time to fill in the blank.

Plus……

Wen Jianyan's mind flashed, just after the customers left the store, when the light illuminated the store little by little, what they saw was the empty shelf...

He pursed his lips.

Su Cheng, who was beside him, turned his head, looked at Wen Jianyan with concern, raised his hand and shook it in front of him: Are you okay?

Wen Jianyan came back to his senses and shook his head:

fine.

At this moment, a weak voice of a nursery rhyme came not far away: This should be the last one.

Ring Ling.

The glass door opened and closed.

Silence returned to the shop.

After the rustling sound of electric current and the strange broadcast sound disappeared, everyone breathed a sigh of relief involuntarily.

Great, it looks like this, this crisis should end like this.

However, Wen Jianyan's expression was not at all relaxed.

He stood there, his lips pursed, his eyes twinkling.

because……

What did he remember.

It's true that the brown radio he picked up from the shelf just now belongs to the problem item that was picked out by nursery rhymes before, but Wen Jianyan didn't forget that before the brown radio in his hand rang, it was another radio behind him. The first to speak.

In Wen Jianyan's impression, that radio was very unfamiliar.

That is, it was never picked out by nursery rhymes.

That is to say...

rustle……

The harsh electric sound cut through the dead silence, and it looked particularly harsh in the dark. Not far away, the expressions of several people changed, and they suddenly looked in the direction of the sound.

...Thank you for listening, tonight's story is coming to an end, and we are about to usher in the finale of the entire series.

The mellow bass voice is full of emotion and eloquence in the broadcast cavity, saying:

As the terrifying voice gradually faded away, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Great, it's finally over, we made it!

They said so in excited tones.

But what they don't know is that all their struggles are in vain...

Sizzle, sizzle.

The electric current made a slight noise, distorting the announcer's voice, making his voice choppy and out of tune, repeating strangely over and over again:

No use, no use, no use.