Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 340

As the words fell, Wen Jianyan felt that the arms around his waist seemed to tighten a little bit, as if he didn't want to let him go.

The thin coat on his body was not yet dry, and it was tightly adhered to the skin, and the curve from the shoulder blades to the back fit tightly, and there was almost no gap between them.

Wen Jianyan could almost feel the firm and undulating texture of the opponent's chest and abdomen, as well as the curvature of the muscles when tightening the arms.

...

His face stiffened, and his body tightened involuntarily.

As if feeling the stiffness of the young man in his arms, Wu Zhu turned his head slightly, and the tip of his cold nose seemed to touch Wen Jianyan's earlobe.

What's wrong?

Huang Mao, who had been watching Wen Jianyan closely, asked nervously.

I don't know why, after just saying We'd better leave quickly, the captain's unnatural expression became even more eccentric. Did he find something wrong?

After all, with the passage of time, the abnormality in the corridor became more and more obvious, and it was almost impossible to ignore it.

Looking at the pair of eyes that fell on him, Wen Jianyan restrained her slightly distorted expression and pulled out a smile:

……nothing.

He changed his words: Have you all seen that painting?

The crowd nodded.

Then let's go. Wen Jianyan turned around.

Using the blind spot created by turning around, he put his hand on Wu Zhu's arm and pinched fiercely——

release! !

It seemed that he realized that Wen Jianyan was going to move now, and the two of them could no longer maintain the sticky posture just now, so Wu Zhu reluctantly loosened the hoop around Wen Jianyan's waist. His arm, however, before Wen Jianyan could breathe a sigh of relief, he felt his hand hanging on his side being caught.

Wen Jianyan: ...

The cold and slender five fingers were firmly inserted into the young man's closed fingers, leaving no gap between the palms of the hands. If the last time was unintentional, this time it was obviously intentional.

It seems that Wu Zhu has grasped the key points of the posture of interlocking fingers without any teacher.

...

Wen Jianyan glanced to the side with a blank expression.

Wu Zhu was still indifferent and dead. He didn't look at Wen Jianyan, but stared straight ahead for a moment, looking inexplicable...

Pretend.

...

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and looked back tiredly.

never mind.

At least compared to the cuddling and hugging posture just now, at most it's just holding hands. Since it doesn't affect his next actions, then let him go.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

...

...

I'm starting to wonder, what live broadcast are we watching?

I can't help but look up at the title, this is indeed a horror copy, right?

Fuck, it's so weird! Why is the atmosphere between the system bug and the streamer who is about to know about it so weird! Why are you holding hands when you walk! And even your fingers are intertwined! Such a weird situation is really suitable for appearing in Is this our live broadcast platform!

And why did the anchor go with him! Why!

As time passed, the air became colder and colder, and the ghostly atmosphere in the dark corridor became thicker and thicker. Just staying here made people tremble, and they couldn't help but want to stay away.

Crack.

There seemed to be a faint sound of glass breaking in the darkness.

The portrait activity in the frame gradually became apparent, and even the shadow of the human figure began to emerge.

At this time, the familiar mechanical sound of the system came from my ears:

【Ding! Plot Offset: 15 Bonus Points: 100000]

Wen Jianyan's heart skipped a beat.

Although he didn't know exactly where the plot deviation came from, he could still guess the general direction.

The appearance of Cthulhu fragments, the fragmentation of the corridor barriers, and the alienation of the corridors may all be the reasons for the deviation of the plot.

It seems that this dungeon does not have such a strict judgment of plot offset like [Prosperity Building], but like other ordinary dungeons, it has a plot offset that can be gradually increased, and...

The points given are too generous.

Wen Jianyan restrained her somewhat divergent thinking and quickened her pace again.

A group of people in the team walked forward along the corridor. They hurriedly tried to use the fastest speed to get away from this corridor that was gradually becoming weird and dangerous.

Soon, the closed door of the frame shop appeared not far away.

Before walking out of the corridor, Wen Jianyan paused slightly, turned his head uncontrollably and glanced behind him.

The empty corridor behind it is bottomless, dark as an abyss, like a big hole into which you can never get out.

Wen Jianyan pursed her lips, and her eyes flickered.

He knew that although they had to leave, it didn't mean that all the mysteries in this corridor had been solved.

Although I guessed the general concept of this corridor and the possible role of these oil paintings hanging on the walls on both sides, why are these paintings hanging on the corridor, and if the portraits in those dark red frames , would it really be protected in some way? Why did the residents of the small town become what they are now?

The pale faces of those oil painting figures with blurred facial features and raised corners of mouth flashed in his mind, Wen Jianyan shuddered involuntarily.

More importantly, why did the gentlemen go to great lengths to hang their own portraits in them?

He dimly realized that he had already found some key clues about this copy, and even about the hidden truth of the nightmare. However, in order to connect these clues into a complete logical chain, there are still many clues left in the middle. Blank big hole.

Wen Jianyan lowered her hand subconsciously and wanted to touch her pocket, but quickly held back.

Although he really wanted to find clues, his reason told him that he had to go now.

This corridor is no longer safe, they must leave quickly.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and looked away.

Aside, Bai Xue looked at Wen Jianyan thoughtfully, showing an elusive look.

Soon, the group returned to the door of the frame shop.

Before pushing the door, Yun Bilan turned to look at Wen Jianyan, her eyes flashed under the mask, and her voice was dull:

Can you really?

The road outside the painting shop is inaccessible to humans. Without the disguise of a ghost, it will be discovered by the corpses wandering the street. Wen Jianyan gave Yun Bilan his mask, and he himself There is only one spare human leather jacket left, but without a mask, the human leather jacket can only play the role of shielding the rain, and other corpses cannot regard him as one of them.

Wen Jianyan squinted and smiled:

certainly.

He seemed to be ready.

Yun Bilan took a deep breath and raised her hand to open the door.

Just hearing a creak, the crooked wooden door was pushed open in front of everyone, and the gloomy, rainy street appeared in front of them. The street goes down.

The group sorted out their equipment, looked at each other, and walked towards the street.

Wen Jianyan opened her backpack and took out the props.

【Bride's red hijab】

Effect: On the premise that the red hood covers the facial features, the user is given an inhuman identity for three minutes (Note: This effect is only valid for the existence of non-hosts of the copy)

Times of use: once

He activates the props.

A scarlet handkerchief with the Chinese character embroidered on it appeared in Wen Jianyan's hand.

Huang Mao was startled: This is...?

Wen Jian said succinctly: A prop that can make ghosts mistake me for their kind.

Help me pay attention to the reactions of those corpses.

he ordered.

After finishing speaking, Wen Jianyan let out a shallow breath, covered her face with Xipa, and walked out of the painting shop.

Huangmao watched the corpses roaming the streets with trepidation.

Their heads did not turn due to Wen Jianyan's actions, as if they were completely unaware that humans had entered the street.

Huang Mao's heart was relieved, and he whispered to Wen Jianyan:

no response.

Wen Jianyan was not surprised by this.

After all, this is the prop he obtained from the painting on the third floor of the [Prosperity Building] dungeon, and it has been proven to be effective in that dungeon. Then, in this dungeon closely related to the Prosperity Building, it should also be able to play. to the effect.

His voice came from under the hijab:

This prop has a very short lifespan, and we must act quickly.

With that said, Wen Jianyan took a step forward and hurried forward.

Yellow hair nodded.

At this time, he suddenly thought of something, hurriedly caught up with the first few steps, and asked worriedly: But, will you not be able to see the way now? Do you need to pull me along?

After all, Wen Jianyan's face was completely blocked by the veil, and it was almost impossible to see the road in front of him. The road was not smooth, and there were many corpses wandering on it.

When Huang Mao said the word pull, Wen Jianyan clearly felt that the icy palm that was holding his right hand clenched suddenly, like a wild animal that was touched by the territory, carrying a A sense of looming danger.

He said hastily:

no need!

Yellow Hair: ?

He didn't know why Wen Jianyan's voice suddenly became urgent.

Wen Jianyan grabbed Wu Zhu's finger, trying to calm him down, and said in a calm tone, I can see the outside from this prop, don't worry about me, you can run quickly, I will follow.

……okay.

Huang Mao nodded, and no longer insisted, bought the pace, and ran forward quickly.

Wen Jianyan breathed a sigh of relief.

He grabbed the witch candle violently, and with the sound of the rain around him, he lowered his voice and said through gritted teeth:

Drive away my crutches, then you'll have to be responsible next, do you hear?

Of course he lied to Huang Mao.

The red hijab is red and can't see anything at all, only a little wet ground can be seen from below the red hijab. With such a limited visual range, it is almost impossible to run fast on the streets with complicated situations. .

Hmm.

A low male voice rang in his ears.

Although there is only one short syllable, Wen Jianyan clearly captures the unabashed joy in it.

...

Feelings at this time can you understand everything?

Wen Jianyan rolled her eyes under the red hijab.

On the rainy and rainy street, the group ran wildly in the direction they came from, carefully avoiding all the corpses wandering around, and rushing straight forward, under the shackles of the rules, they did not dare to go to anyone outside the street. Glancing in the direction.

In a place that no one could see, a young man with a red hijab on his head ran at the end, one of his hands stretched slightly forward, and his palm was empty, as if he was being held firmly by someone.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

...

Not only is he wearing a red hijab, but he's holding hands... um... I'm sure I'm not the only one who thinks this scene is weird!

I have checked the name of this live broadcast room several times, and it is indeed a horror copy...

But why is the atmosphere in this live broadcast room so gay!!! I can't take it anymore! I'm here to see blood and screams, not this kind of stuff!

I always feel like I hit some strange CP?

It's weird, take another look.

Don't make a fuss, okay? I think it's normal. The anchor is obviously going to take advantage of this bug. Whether it was just asking him to take him out of the corridor or using him to avoid obstacles now, it's all because of the benefits. Tu, so I didn't get rid of him for the time being, it's all acting! When the danger is lifted, it should be time to turn around!

That's right, don't be deceived by the superficial gayness of being gay, the anchor is obviously the type that uses all the existences that can be used to clear customs, and don't knock all the CPs in front of you, this is obviously fake!

But, am I the only one who noticed? The anchor ran without any hesitation at all... It doesn't look like he was blindfolded. If he hadn't subconsciously believed the person who was pulling him in front of him, he would have strode forward blindly. run?

Coming!

Across the rain curtain, Chen Mo, who was running at the front, shouted, Speed ​​up!

In the distance, the mask shop could already be vaguely seen.

As long as they pass the mask shop, in theory, they will leave this ghost street and enter the normal street.

Under the slightly swaying red hijab, Wen Jianyan panted for breath, and ran forward with all her might when she couldn't see anything.

The red cloth was soaked by the rain and fell heavily in front of his face, covering his eyes, mouth, and nose, making him almost breathless.

In a world of red, he subconsciously held the only real hand in front of him tightly, and glanced at the countdown beside him.

【00:25】

There are still 15 seconds left to use the props.

Chen Mo is an ordinary person, and his vision range in the rain is not too far. Since he said that it is coming soon, it means that the next distance should be very close.

Fifteen seconds is enough.

Wen Jianyan quickened his pace again.

Suddenly, for some reason, a corpse in front of him that was motionless on the street suddenly took a step to the side, just in time to collide with Wen Jianyan.

!?

This time, it was really unexpected, Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank suddenly, her body shook, and she almost fell over.

His heart was beating like a drum, and he hurriedly stabilized his body.

Although Wen Jianyan didn't fall down because of his timely reaction, the red hijab on his face soaked in rain was slanted down, revealing the young man's beautiful white chin.

The next second, the countdown in sight stopped without warning.

At that moment, Wen Jianyan seemed to realize something suddenly, and her breathing seemed to stop.

In the item introduction list, the premise of item activation is that the facial features are covered——!

That is to say, under this sudden twist, the red hijab is no longer in effect, and his identity has changed from ghost to human again.

He wanted to raise his hand, but in just a few short moments, the human skin on his body had begun to swell again, revived, exuding a strong rancid smell, like a living ghost, tightly entangled his movements.

Can't move at all! !

Through the angle of view under the slanted red hijab, Wen Jianyan could clearly see that the corpse not far away began to slowly turn its direction, and even if the line of sight was covered, he could still feel that countless strange and cold eyes fell on him. body, as if to penetrate his entire being.

Oops--

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan felt that a shadow was covering from the front.

In the next second, something cold and soft seemed to stick to his lips, and wet rainwater penetrated from the fitted lips and ran coolly into his teeth.

【00:24】

The countdown starts moving again.

The leather jacket on his body became quiet again, and the strength that wrapped around him began to loosen, and it was no longer able to stop Wen Jianyan's movements.

Wen Jianyan made up his mind, immediately raised his hand to support the red hijab, and put the red hijab back over his chin before the other party left.

Finally, the group rushed out of the danger zone and returned to the original mask shop.

The small, dark shop echoed with the rapid breathing of everyone.

Everyone was wet and looked very embarrassed.

Wen Jianyan raised his hand and grabbed the red hijab covering his head. It had completely failed, and was gradually becoming transparent, slowly disappearing from his palm.

Time, time,

As soon as the voice came out, Wen Jianyan realized how hoarse his voice was.

He cleared his throat and said, How much time is left?

Chen Mo took out his pocket watch from his pocket, glanced at it, and replied in a slightly panting voice, It's almost right.

On the face of the pocket watch, the hands just moved to the junction of black and white.

In other words, in the current Xingwang Hotel, the lights should be turned off again, entering a dark period that lasted all night. During this time, they can finally travel between the two worlds again and return to the relatively safe hotel. inside the room.

Wen Jianyan wiped her face and turned her head to look at the street behind her.

Outside the door, it was still the wet street, but all the corpses on it had completely disappeared. If you continued to look into the distance, it would no longer be as dark and dark as it was endless. A very common, unmanned road that is indistinguishable from the previous one.

It seems that his previous guess was correct.

When the passage between the two worlds reopens, the weird street will disappear. If they don't leave before the street disappears, they will probably stay there all night.

If they were really trapped in that terrifying corridor...Wen Jianyan would really doubt whether they could survive the next eleven hours with all their tails.

Wen Jianyan's body relaxed slightly, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

Next, he saw Wu Zhu's eyes.

The golden pair, without any emotion or turbulence, flashed in the darkness, staring at him for a moment.

!

Wen Jianyan's heart skipped a beat.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the touch that he had just ignored seemed to become clear again, and it remained cold and soft on the lips, which looked very strange.

Under Wen Jianyan's silent gaze, Wu Zhu seemed to think for a moment, then lowered his body again, and kissed Wen Jianyan's lips.

Wen Jianyan: ...

Did I mean this?

However, the next second Wu Zhu's lips left, the human figure that was close at hand suddenly became transparent, like mist scattered in the sun, or a broken reflection in the water. Wu Zhu just appeared in front of his eyes. Disappeared little by little.

Wen Jianyan was startled and subconsciously said, Hey—

Before he could finish speaking, his voice was stuck in his throat.

Chen Mo on the side heard the sound, turned his head and looked over: Huh? What?

...

Wen Jianyan stared at the air in front of her, and seemed to be stunned for a moment.

He turned his head, looked at Chen Mo, and said, It's nothing, it's just that we should hurry back to the hotel now.

Theoretically speaking, at the end of the day and into the night, there will definitely be big movements in the dungeon.

Especially if the Black team is still roaming outside, they'd better get out of here and reunite with the Red teammates.

You're right. Chen Mo nodded and turned to look at the people behind him: Have everyone rested? It's time for us to go.

Although the group still looked tired, they all knew that in the dungeon, time is life. Everyone nodded, cheered up, and walked towards the door.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, glanced at her empty palm, and pursed her lips.

Failed.

If you know that once you leave this street, the witch candle will disappear...

Wen Jianyan paused, and seemed to be suddenly stuck on how to complete the second half of the sentence.

He thought about it and found the answer.

If he had known this earlier, he should have started to clear the bug earlier.

The next journey was smooth.

Wen Jianyan and the others had already mastered the general rules of the copy, and soon found an oil painting in the residential area. According to the initial process, they once again opened the road between the town and the hotel, and returned to the place after a long absence. Inside the thriving hotel.

Familiar dark red wallpaper, familiar outdated ornaments, everything is shrouded in dim light, inexplicably giving a very safe illusion.

The carpet was soaked by the rain on everyone's body, and the shape of footprints gradually emerged.

While the customers who were welcomed into the hotel successfully settled in, the group hurriedly retreated towards the door of the room.

It was pitch black under the crack of the door.

Obviously, according to the rules, the lights in the hotel have been turned off, entering a long night period.

Everyone looked at each other, carefully opened the door, and walked towards the dark corridor.

The door closed in front of you, and the Do Not Disturb light came on on the door, symbolizing that the guests had settled in.

The group breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as they turned around, they saw—

At the end of the dark corridor, there was a small lamp.

Under the dim light, one could vaguely see a dark figure standing beside the small light, as if watching them silently from beginning to end.

!

Everyone was horrified, and a layer of cold sweat broke out from their backs.

Boom, boom, boom.

The dull footsteps sounded, and the figure carrying the lamp approached step by step.

Everyone subconsciously tightened their bodies.

Under the dim light, the pitch-black corridor where you can't see your fingers gradually becomes brighter.

As the distance got closer, they finally saw clearly that the person who came was the hotel staff who pushed a cart to greet them at the beginning of the dungeon.

Good evening everyone.

said the man.

He was still wearing that straight suit, his eyes were dark, and the corners of his mouth were upturned. When he saw it suddenly in the corridor where the lights had been turned off, he couldn't help but feel frightened.

Congratulations to all of you who completed the intern employee assessment and became a member of our big family.

As he spoke, he turned slightly to the side, and his pale and stiff face became more and more strange under the faintly flickering light:

Please come with me.