Welcome to the Nightmare Live

chapter Ten

Wen Jianyan felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet.

What's wrong?

Seeing him not moving for a long time, Su Cheng asked nervously.

Wen Jianyan settled down, and tried her best to answer in a voice that didn't fluctuate, ...It's nothing.

Anyway, you have to get in.

He took a deep breath and pressed the door handle down with force, only to hear a crisp click, the door lock was unscrewed and slid inward along the force.

It was pitch black inside the door.

Thick shadows flowed irregularly, shrouding everything in unknown darkness.

The lights in the corridor poured in along the cracks of the doors that were gradually opened, barely dispelling the shadows and illuminating a corner of the room.

In a place very close to the door, there was a dark shadow standing.

Wen Jianyan was startled.

He stepped back abruptly, away from the door.

Su Cheng let out a shivering scream from his throat, and then was pushed back violently, he stumbled back and almost tripped himself.

The door that lost control made a creaky sound and slowly opened inward.

With the lights in the corridor, more people can be seen standing in the room.

High or low, far or near, motionless, silently standing in the shadows, as if it had long since merged with the darkness, looking at it suddenly, it made one's scalp tingle.

Su Cheng heard the rattling of his teeth, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, his body was tense, and he was ready to escape immediately.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the person beside him suddenly moving.

Su Cheng's heart mentioned his throat:

do not--

The young man didn't look back, as if he didn't hear it, instead he stepped forward and walked straight forward.

His footsteps were very light, and he didn't hear the slightest sound when he landed on the ground. His slender body was taut and slightly bowed, like some kind of feline ready to go.

He walked forward cautiously, getting closer to the room step by step.

Not far away, in the blurred boundary of light and shadow, those figures stood silently in the depths of the room, with overlapping silhouettes and dark shadows, like faces peeping out, watching them silently. , waiting patiently for the prey to fall into the trap.

Su Cheng's brain seemed to be about to explode, subconsciously holding his breath, watching the scene in front of him with trepidation.

Soon, Wen Jianyan walked to the door.

He didn't step into the room hastily, but pressed one side of his arm against the wall to ensure that most of his entire body remained outside the room, and then reached out a hand into the darkness and groped on the wall in the room—

Su Cheng heard himself take a deep breath.

pat.

A soft sound.

The lights came on, dispelling the thick darkness, and instantly illuminating the entire room.

In the light, everything is invisible.

There are no desks and chairs in the huge classroom. There are several easels in disorder, and plaster statues with different postures stand in different corners of the classroom, quiet and motionless.

...

Su Cheng was startled.

So... those shadows are plaster statues?

The terrifying shadows of the first three floors were approaching, and the fourth floor was too empty. Under such atmosphere, he did not think in a harmless direction at all.

The sudden shock of facts made him a little dazed, as if he could not get down from his chest in one breath.

Wen Jianyan exhaled slowly.

His palms were wet and sticky.

Just now, at the moment when his body turned around and was about to flee, his brain was habitually thinking rationally and soberly.

If this room were to open the door to kill, then the so-called hidden object unlocking task would not be possible to complete. In addition, it can be seen from some details in Xu Yuan's diary that she is an art student studying art.

Wen Jianyan had some vague guesses about the shadow in the room, so she acted decisively.

Su Cheng calmed down.

He stepped forward, half in amazement and half in emotion, raising his hand to pat Wen Jianyan:

...Cow!

In such a strange atmosphere just now, he can observe calmly and make accurate judgments. He is indeed a trained professional.

Wen Jianyan almost stumbled when being photographed, and his expression almost didn't hold back.

...

Although he guessed that there should be no major danger in the room, that doesn't mean he isn't afraid!

My legs are still a little weak.

Fortunately, he was still leaning against the wall, so he didn't reveal his true cowardice.

Wen Jianyan frowned and said inscrutable, Go in and have a look.

Su Cheng nodded.

The lights were turned on in the room, and every corner was visible, and the previous fears finally vanished.

He took the lead and walked inward.

Su Cheng, who was walking forward, didn't see it. Behind him, the young man with a serious face just now supported the wall. He turned his weight on his left and right feet, and secretly moved his numb legs. Just stepped up.

Brother Vancouver, what size locker are you looking for?

Standing in front of a row of lockers at the end of the room, Su Cheng asked in a raised voice.

368.

Wen Jian replied.

Su Cheng quickly glanced around the lockers in front of him, his eyes lit up, and pointed to the corner of the room: Here!

At this moment, Wen Jianyan has completely returned to her previous expressionless indifference.

He walked forward in the direction of Su Cheng's fingers, stood in front of the cabinet, and took out the key from his pocket.

The rusted key slid into the keyhole, and only a soft click was heard, and the cabinet door popped open.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath slowly and opened the locker door.

A strange bloody smell rushed towards his face, causing him to turn his face slightly and subconsciously hold his breath.

Wen Jianyan got used to the smell and stared into the cabinet.

The surface of the inside of the cabinet was painted with rough black and red lines, which looked gloomy and eerie under the illumination of the light behind it.

In the cabinet, Sen Bai's skeleton products were wound into a circle, like some kind of weird altar, and in the center of the circle lay a pile of soft treaded fur. The brown-yellow fur was covered with brown blood scabs. The bloody smell escaped from here.

It was a raw cat skin.

Wen Jianyan's scalp felt numb.

My dear, this is Xu Yuan's cabinet?! The things in it are too evil.

Impossible, it's probably the cabinet of the person who occupied Xu Yuan's identity. Look at the cat skin, it should have been peeled off by that person.

Wait, didn't I remember that Xu Yuan said in that diary that she heard a ticking sound by the bed? Could it be because the person who pretended to be her was holding a skinned one in her hand? Cat, and all she heard was the sound of blood dripping?

...I'm getting hairy and starting to irritate.

Speaking of which, I just spent my points to exchange for a plot reminder. This story line occurred at the earliest time in the whole school, and it is related to S-level hidden objects. It is estimated that this line may involve the core of the entire dungeon. already.

Grass! Could he unlock 100% of the first instance!

Ah ah ah anchor nb!

At this moment, Wen Jianyan's eyes were drawn to a corner in the depths of the cabinet.

It was a small, wrinkled, black-skinned book, very thin, and the leaflets were rolled up around the edges, revealing the tan blood-stained inside.

Wen Jianyan reached in, took out the book, and started flipping through it quickly.

Su Cheng stood aside, covering his nose with one hand to block the stench.

Intense curiosity drove him to step forward and probe into the cabinet.

However, before he could see anything, in the corner of the eye, something seemed to move slightly in the background.

?!

Su Cheng jumped up like a frightened bird, turned his head and looked behind him.

The room was very quiet.

Bright lights streamed overhead, illuminating the dried paint on the ground, the easels covered in white cloth, and the motionless plaster statues.

There is no shadow, no place to hide, everything is revealed.

All I could hear was the sound of page turning from Wen Jianyan's side.

However, inexplicably, Su Cheng felt his nerves gradually tense up, and cold sweat oozes from his palms.

No, even stronger.

He forced himself to scan the empty classroom in front of him with his eyes.

and many more……

Are those plaster statues in this pose just now?

Those plaster statues facing different directions, I don't know when it started...

Qi Qi faced this way.

The cold light fell from the top of the head and fell on the outline of the facial features of the plaster statue, casting a deep shadow on it. The pale faces and pairs of eye sockets without pupils silently looked in this direction.

Although they remained motionless, Su Cheng no longer dared to treat them as harmless decorations.

He swallowed hard and opened his mouth: I, I said...

Su Cheng was taken aback by his hoarse, outrageous voice.

Wen Jianyan lowered her head and carefully read the small book in her hand.

The more he looked, the tighter his brows became. He turned pages with one hand, while the other hand carefully moved the animal skeletons in a circle in the cabinet, so focused that he didn't hear Su Cheng's call at all.

Su Cheng said in a slightly altered voice, Should we go?

Wen Jianyan paused and pulled away from the state of concentration.

At this moment, a clear sound suddenly sounded behind the ear - Tick.

He was slightly startled, then turned his head subconsciously to look in the direction where the voice came from.

I saw that a large amount of blood began to seep out of the cat's skin at some point, and the red and stinky blood slowly spread out of the bone area and dripped down the edge of the cabinet——

Tick.

It appears that the altar was successfully destroyed.

Although everything is going smoothly according to his ideas, but...

Seeing the blood dripping on the ground, Wen Jianyan couldn't help feeling a little shudder.

Whether what you did is right or wrong can only be judged later.

At this moment, Su Cheng's changed voice came again: That—

Wen Jianyan turned her head to look.

In the next second, he almost forgot to breathe, and there was a tingling sensation in his back.

Looking around, a plaster statue stood motionless in the room, blocking the route leading to the outside, and the pale faces looked straight in this direction, the door that was clearly close at hand, It seems so far away.

Are there so many plaster statues just now?

Crack...

There was a slight cracking sound of rocks.

The face of the plaster statue is cracked with fine lines, as if something is trying to break free from below.

Crack...

Snow-white plaster fragments fell slowly, the arm of the plaster statue lifted little by little, the cracks at the joints got bigger and bigger, and he stretched out his hand in the direction of the two people——

Su Cheng's face was pale, and he raised his legs and was about to bury his head and rush out.

A strong force suddenly came from behind, pulling him back: Wait!

Su Cheng was stunned, and subconsciously looked towards the place where he was about to settle down - the ground turned into a soft gray-white at some point, and something was faintly agitating underneath.

Like melted plaster.

Seeing Su Cheng retreating, a look of disappointment appeared on the face of the plaster statue for some reason.

Su Cheng felt cold all over.

He now knew what was sealed in the plaster statue.

Once stepped on, he will definitely be dragged in and become a member of this group of casts.

The movement of the plaster statue became larger and larger, and the finely divided gypsum powder fell. As soon as it fell to the ground, it immediately dyed that small area into a soft and eerie gray-white.

The ground deformed and wriggled, and more plaster statues crawled out from under the ground.

More and more, more and more.

There was a sigh in the barrage, and the atmosphere of the previous enthusiastic blowing suddenly changed, and only the sound of screaming was left.

Tsk tsk tsk, it's over.

This wave is going to be destroyed.

Oh, it's a pity, although there were players who came to this classroom before, but he was the first to get the S-level item quest for this dungeon.

Isn't it? When the next anchor who finds clues appears, I don't know what year and month it will be.

Come on, don't be a pity in front of you, if the anchor didn't spend too much time checking the cabinet just now, making this group of plaster so much, the ground is almost nowhere to go, otherwise how could the group be destroyed?

Yes, this anchor has passed the first few levels by luck, and he really thinks he is some kind of awesome character? Success is more than failure, I have seen it long ago, this kind of anchor who always wants to stray from the usual way. Basically they don't live long.

Wen Jianyan didn't know anything about the change in the barrage's attitude.

He stared at the gray swamp that was about to spread on the ground with a thoughtful look on his face.

Without warning, he moved, but not in the direction of the front door that was about to be blocked.

The young man stretched his long legs, turned sharply and rushed towards the back door of the classroom——

One of the plaster statues noticed his move, raised his arm at a faster speed than before, more lines were cracked on its joints, and its pale fingers slammed towards Wen Jianyan's back!

Before it touches Wen Jianyan—

Snapped!

The lights in the room suddenly went out.

The light source disappeared, leaving only a thick darkness in front of him.

Su Cheng Liushen stood in the darkness, hearing nothing, seeing nothing, nothing to defend himself, and no way to escape. He could only gasp in despair and helpless, quietly waiting for the dead. come.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The darkness was thick and fluid, like a black cloth covering his eyes, and he could only hear his own chaotic heartbeat. Other than that, there was a dead silence.

Su Cheng sensed something was wrong.

The click sound that the group of plaster statues made when they were moving also disappeared, as if they lost power at the moment when the light was lost.

Thinking about this, Su Cheng took courage and raised his voice a little:

Little, little Vancouver? Are you over there?

In the distance, a muffled um came from the other end of the classroom.

The plaster statue activity relies on a light source?

Su Cheng guessed.

...It looks like it should be. Wen Jianyan leaned against the back door and let out a slow breath.

The barrage that was prophesying Wen Jianyan's death just now quieted down.

After a few seconds, a few puzzled barrages slowly drifted past:

...I don't understand, how did the anchor find out?

Do you need to turn on the lights when you enter the door? Are there too few clues?

Did he use any props just now? I don't believe a human can deduce this through normal means!

Wen Jianyan opened her anchor panel.

Rarely, this time he didn't directly look at the barrage, but opened his backpack.

Just at the critical moment of life and death, a voice sounded in Wen Jianyan's ear: The novice gift package function has taken effect.

At the moment when the voice fell, his vision suddenly lit up for a moment.

The next second, a line of translucent small characters appeared on the top of the nearest plaster statue in front of him: [Gypsum statue made of corpse and resentment, activation method: light]

On the semi-transparent virtual screen, the apple seedling had grown high for some time.

At the moment it appeared, a pure white apple blossom fell from the top and disappeared completely before falling to the ground.

[Unlock the first stage of growth]

[Flowers of Delusion-1 Remaining Quantity: 0]

I'm sorry, live broadcast room, I wrongly blamed you.

Your starter pack is still a bit of a use, I swear, I'll never call it junk again.

Wen Jianyan thought very sincerely.

However... although the plaster statue is temporarily unable to move, it does not mean that the crisis is over.

He tried it just now, the back door could not be opened from the inside, the only way out was the front door.

Avoiding plaster statues and swamps on the ground is already extremely difficult in the light, and impossible in the dark.

Obviously, Su Cheng also thought of this.

He raised his voice tremblingly: That... little brother Wen, what shall we do next?

Wen Jianyan: ...

Well, that's a good question, and I'd love to know the answer to that too.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that something wet rubbed his ankle, cold and sticky, making Wen Jianyan instantly get goosebumps.

He shivered and straightened up.

……Meow.

There was a thin cat meowing from underfoot.

Wen Jianyan was stunned.

...Little Orange? he called tentatively.

The wet, bloody, furless little thing rubbed even more enthusiastically:

Meow meow!

It bit Wen Jianyan's trousers and dragged him in a certain direction.

Wen Jianyan was instantly blessed.

In front of him was the darkness that could not see five fingers, as if struggling to stick his head out in the suffocating swamp.

He moved his steps cautiously, following the tiny force at his feet, step by step, moving forward cautiously.

The toes hit something hard and made a thud.

Not like plaster, but like some kind of wooden shelf.

Meow meow.

The little thing at his feet urged.

Wen Jianyan paused, slowly raised his hand, and stretched out into the dark depths in front of him.

The fingertips touched the rough, soft cloth.

Seems like... an easel?

Wen Jianyan had some hunch in her heart.

He grabbed a corner of the canvas.

In the next second, a ferocious scream rang out from behind, and the intense resentment and evil caused the temperature of the air to plummet, like invisible thorns stabbing on the back—

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth, exerted strength in her hands, and violently lifted the white cloth covering the easel!

The sharp scream, as if scratching on the glass with a fingernail, soared again, accompanied by the sound of hard objects exploding and rocks falling to the ground!

I don't know how long has passed.

Hearing only two beeps, the lights above his head flashed twice and slowly recovered.

This time, it was no longer bright and dazzling at first, but like the third floor downstairs, dim and pale, flickering due to the unstable current.

The room was empty, all the plaster statues had been blasted into pieces all over the floor, and white dust with a bloody smell was floating in the air.

Wen Jianyan lowered her head and looked at the canvas in front of her.

On the canvas is a young girl, beautiful, fair-skinned, with shoulder-length black hair and clear eyes, who is smiling shyly at the moment.

He reached out and touched the canvas.

Soft, delicate, with an uncomfortably strange touch.

like human skin.

【Ding! Congratulations to the anchor for finding Xu Yuan's face! Bonus Points: 5000! 】

[Hidden Objects (Epic) quest update: Return Xu Yuan's face to its original owner. 】

[Main quest: Leave the dormitory after turning off the lights and explore the campus.

Completion: 100 Reward Points: 5000]

[Dungeon Exploration: 71 Reward Points: 5000]

The second after this number appeared, a burst of elegant and pleasant music rang in Wen Jianyan's ears, pulling him out of his thoughts abruptly.

He raised his head blankly: ?

what's the situation?

Why did the piano music suddenly start playing?

Congratulations to the anchor 789326qwk! You will be able to break the exploration record of the dungeon [Decai Middle School] in no time!

The mechanical voice changed from normal, and announced cheerfully:

You're about to make history!

At this moment, outside the square, in the dungeon hall of [Decai Middle School], one of the live broadcast rooms suddenly emerged. It jumped from the hall and jumped directly to the end of the specially recommended single-player list.

This position may seem inconspicuous, but it surprised the audience who have been following this list for a while.

This special list never recommends dungeons. Only the most outstanding performers in the dungeon, and even the most likely to break the dungeon's internal records, will be selected, and they will be removed from the dungeon lobby and placed on the entire live broadcast square.

The audience became interested and stepped forward to watch, but they were dumbfounded when they saw the name of the live broadcast room.

...789326qwk?

What kind of shit is this name?

Or……

The gathered audience thought of a possibility at the same time, and they were all dumbfounded.

Wait, is this the anchor who was selected by the system and is likely to break the record, or a newcomer who didn't have time to change the name of the live broadcast room? !

They all stared at the screen in confusion.

[Live Room No. 789326qwk]

【Live broadcast...】

[Copy: Decai Middle School]

Under a few lines of small print, there is a young man's face attached.

?? I've never seen this face before, it's definitely a newcomer, right?

It should be, but it looks pretty good, is it a good-looking anchor?

Young-worthy anchors can still be on the special recommendation list, can't they?

It's a newcomer who uses his face to please the audience to clear customs? Che, it's boring.

When everyone was talking about it, the picture on the screen moved.

The young man's facial features are neat and handsome, his long amber eyes are slightly bent, cat-like squinting, and the corners of his lips are raised like a smile, with a faint smile.

He winked at the crowd, and threw a kiss frivolously, with a kind of demagogic playfulness and provocation.

After the newcomers are on the list, the system will take clips from the live broadcast room and put them in the recommended position to attract more viewers.

And the clip of this anchor is not decrypted, not broken.

It's actually...a blowing kiss? !

The audience around the screen was silent for a moment.

After a few seconds, the discussion sounded again.

I, I heard a heartbeat.

Thank you for the live room, I think I can do it again.

I'm sorry, I slapped my face, what about the Yan Zhi anchor? I rushed!

rush!