Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 149

The man's hair is tied behind his head, his gray eyes are hidden under the eyelashes of the same color, and they shine elegantly under the light. His facial features are three-dimensional and deep, polite and indifferent, like a classical marble sculpture.

It was completely unimaginable that the words just now came out of his mouth.

[Integrity First] The live broadcast room also fell into a blank space for a while.

"..."

"...?"

"???"

"This, this, is this what I understand it to mean?!"

"You No. 04??? What do you want to do!!!"

"No?? I've seen this copy of Ping'an Nursing Home many times, but I didn't realize that No. 04 still has this hobby?!"

"I don't understand, but I'm shocked..."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

His brows jumped, he gritted his teeth, and showed a smile, "However, just after a closer look, I found that these clothes actually fit my aesthetic."

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Hahahahahahahaha I seem to hear the voice of the anchor grinding his teeth and laugh to death!"

"Being able to bend and stretch, as expected of you!"

"I, I, I, am I the only one getting excited!!! Can I finally see what I, a paying audience, should watch next! [Reward Points 50]"

"Thank you No. 04! [50 reward points]"

"Do you like it? It's my pleasure."

After hearing Wen Jianyan's answer, No. 04's face showed a happy look.

He stepped forward.

Wen Jianyan's body tensed instinctively, her eyes fixed on the approaching high-risk patient.

Soon, the distance between the two was only a stone's throw away, and Wen Jianyan could almost smell the cold, slightly bitter aroma coming from the other side.

The man picked up the young man's hand hanging by his side, and gently branded a kiss on the back of his hand:

"Since that's the case, I won't disturb you to change your clothes."

He raised his eyes from bottom to top, looked at the young man in front of him with those misty gray eyes, and said with a smile:

"I'll wait for you in the restaurant."

After speaking, like a male partner who was politely waiting for the next date, No. 04 let go and turned around and walked out.

With a soft sound of "da", the door was locked.

04 left the room.

"..."

After he was alone in the room, Wen Jianyan couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, and his body gradually relaxed.

He lowered his eyes with a thoughtful look on his face.

It seems that Edward is not the only high-risk patient who invaded the mental world of No. 03, and 04 also took advantage of the situation, which is why the current situation is caused.

Speaking of... this time, the duration of the inner world is a bit too long.

Wen Jianyan opened the live broadcast interface, glanced at the live broadcast time displayed on it, and frowned slightly.

After the first bell rang, the inner world lasted for about ten minutes. After the second bell rang, the inner world existed for about the same time as the first time, and when the third bell rang, which is now, it has been carried out. More than forty minutes, and there is no sign of it being over.

Could it be that, as the dungeon progresses, the time in the world will be longer and longer?

That's really not great.

After realizing this, Wen Jianyan became more and more determined.

If you want to survive in this dungeon, there is no other way than trying to get through the platinum achievement.

Wen Jianyan glanced at the taskbar at the edge of his sight.

[Primary task has been released: find? ? ? ward]

He didn't take another look at the open wardrobe, but walked straight to the closed door, tentatively reaching out and twisting the door handle.

With a creak, the door opened.

Actually not locked.

Then, there is only one possibility - the other party doesn't mind if he runs away.

Either because he has enough control over his spiritual world and thinks that he can't leave no matter where he goes, or because the other party has other arrangements for this.

Neither is a good thing.

Wen Jianyan opened her backpack and sorted out the props she had now.

He is not one of those people who will be obedient, obey orders, and wait to die - the option of changing clothes and having a "date" with the other party is actually more secure. However, before making this choice, Wen Jianyan must find out what he possible situation.

He opened the door and slipped out quietly.

The corridor in front of you is slender and bright, the floor is also covered with thick carpets, the walls on both sides are pasted with wallpaper with classical patterns, and the lamps on the wall lamps are lit, extending to the distance.

There was a melodious sound of music in the air.

Brisk and ethereal.

Wen Jianyan didn't study classical music deeply, at most he only dabbled in it roughly. At most, he could only barely recognize it. It seemed to be a Schubert variation.

He walked cautiously down the corridor.

This place seems to have nothing to do with the Ping An Sanatorium, but more like an ancient mansion. The doors in the corridor are closed and extend into the distance.

Wen Jianyan saw the round staircase winding down, and the gradually clear music came from below.

He cautiously avoided the stairs, and after confirming that No. 04 was not on this floor, he activated the [Hand of Guidance] - if his previous guess was correct, then there should also be a hidden hidden in No. 04's ward. Props, that is to say, as long as the hidden props are found with the [Hand of Guidance], then it is equivalent to finding the most core area in the entire spiritual world - the patient's own ward.

Familiar red arrows jump in sight.

Wen Jianyan followed the guidance of the guiding hand and walked forward.

Different from what he imagined, the terrain on this floor is actually quite complicated, like a spider web, but no matter where he goes, the sound of music always hovers in his ears, as if to remind him, "You never go far".

Soon, the red arrow pointed to one of the closed doors.

Wen Jianyan tried to press down on the door handle.

is locked.

A smile flitted across his lips.

Yes, a locked door.

This means that the master of the spiritual world does not want the things inside the door to be seen by others.

Wen Jianyan familiarly took out the wire and turned it lightly in the keyhole. Soon, with a "click", the door slid open little by little.

Unexpectedly, what appeared in front of me was actually another corridor.

The corridor is not too long, and there are many rooms on both sides.

The door closed behind him, blocking the melodious music behind him.

The sudden dead silence made Wen Jianyan a little uncomfortable. He took a deep breath and stepped forward.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Help, help, I'm so nervous!"

"Let me introduce you to an experienced person! I really don't understand this number 04!"

"To tell you the truth, although I have watched so many live broadcasts of the Ping An Nursing Home, I don't know much about No. 04... This guy is usually too quiet, and he is a super house. Not only have I never seen him thrown into confinement I haven’t even seen him apply for free movement, and this is the first time I’ve seen his spiritual world!”

"Grass, was this guy so calm before? Shocked, I thought such a heavyweight pervert should be very active, but I didn't expect it to be the one that came out of the seclusion?"

Wen Jianyan pushed open the first room on the left.

The room was empty, no cabinets, no beds, nothing.

There was only one easel, quietly placed in the center of the room.

"..."

Wen Jianyan had a very ominous feeling in her heart.

He stepped forward, stopped at the easel, and looked at the canvas above.

The bright light brought out every detail of the painting.

It's oil painting.

Whether it is oil paint, light and shadow, or composition, there is an astonishing classical beauty in it, and the brushstrokes are skillful and delicate, carefully sketching an uncomfortable and terrifying scene.

The slender and soft white limbs are like carefully cut branches, and they are inserted into a small vase at different heights.

The blood faded from the face, the pale lips parted slightly, and the lifeless eyelashes drooped down, blocking the dull amber eyes below.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

He stared at his face in the canvas and felt a goosebump creep up his back.

He took two steps back slowly and quickly left the room.

Inside the second door.

It was still an empty room, with a solitary easel in the middle.

Unlike the fresh, almost still-life-like painting in the previous painting, this painting uses more intense colors, consisting of large swaths of black and red.

The young man's limbs were vacated, and his limbs were nailed to the cross. In the background of red and black, under the torn cloth, there was a clean and pale complexion, like the only faint light in a filthy world.

He hangs in the air like a martyr, blood dripping down in a river of blood.

The third room...

The fourth room...

In each room, the contents on the canvas are all different, and some can even see the background of some famous classical art paintings and statues-from some details of the posture and composition, Wen Jianyan recognized Jie The plundering of Prosepina, the son-eating Cronus . . .

He was the one who was robbed of Proserpina, and the one who was bitten by Cronus on his chest.

On the basis of these paintings, the 04 successfully upgraded these paintings to a scale and bottom that made him feel uncomfortable.

Wen Jianyan stared at the painting in front of her.

On the canvas, the serpent-like limbs entwined with each other present a terrifying tension.

His eyes fell on the torn skirt, and he was slightly startled involuntarily.

This skirt... seems a little familiar.

Wen Jianyan leaned a little closer and looked at it carefully.

He soon realized that in the wardrobe opened by No. 04, there was the exact same skirt.

It just hasn't been ripped apart.

After discovering this, Wen Jianyan felt a chill rise from behind.

...Fuck, this pervert.

"Ah, here you are."

At this moment, a familiar cold voice came from behind.

Wen Jianyan's body trembled, jumped up suddenly, and turned her head to look in the direction from which the voice came.

I saw No. 04 standing at the door, neatly dressed and elegant, he used those gray eyes to scan Wen Jianyan from top to bottom, from head to toe, and then said:

"I don't think you're wearing any of the clothes I've prepared for you."

"..."

The corners of Wen Jianyan's lips twitched, "Let me guess, each painting corresponds to a piece of clothing, whichever one I wear is equivalent to which way of death I choose, right?"

No. 04 nodded frankly: "Yes."

He walked in step by step from the door, slowly closing the distance between the two.

The youth's body tensed instinctively, and a pair of amber eyes flashed vigilant and alert in the dark, like a cat that was always ready to escape.

No. 04 stopped in front of the easel, raised his hand, and touched the undulating lines on the canvas with his fingertips.

Wen Jianyan glanced at the content on the canvas quickly, and realized that the other person's fingers were resting on the thigh of "own" in the painting.

04's eyes are downcast, his expression is dignified, and the movements of his fingertips are gentle and delicate, forming a sharp contrast with the almost cruel picture on the canvas.

"..."

Wen Jianyan felt a chill in her spinal cord, and she almost had the illusion that she was really being touched.

The confrontation with No. 04 was in his expectations, and all the props had been secretly prepared - he still had several trump card props that he had not used. Under the premise that he had already anticipated the current situation, it should be for him to escape. no problem.

However, he forced himself not to react.

First, the time has not come.

Secondly...

As a liar, Wen Jianyan has a keen sense of smell.

Compared with several other high-risk patients who can't communicate at all, although this No. 04 is also twisted and crazy, judging from his actions so far...

This guy has residual value that hasn't been tapped.

"Actually, I was hesitating."

No. 04 spoke slowly, breaking the dead silence.

Wen Jianyan stared at each other closely, kept a safe distance from the man in front of her, and slowly repeated the last two words: "Hesitate?"

"die."

04 said suddenly.

"It is the cessation of the sudden fall when everything is pushed to the top, the cruel end to which all roads must lead, it pushes beauty to greatness and eternity, and it is the ultimate theme that no philosophy can bypass."

"Most human bodies are vulgar, boring, and cookie-cutter."

He raised his eyes, and there seemed to be something dark burning in those gray eyes:

"The beauty of human beings should be stripped from the same bones and flesh and blood. Only in this way can they become art, free from confinement, and be sublimated into eternal and grand existences that transcend the mundane."

No. 04's voice trembled with passion.

He stared at Wen Jianyan, with a confused look in his gray eyes, he changed his words:

"But you are different."

Wen Jianyan: "I'm different?"

"Yes, you are different.

You suit more beautiful, more brutal, more magnificent pictures, but that is beyond the reach of my brushes. "

No. 04 tightened his fingers, tore the canvas from the easel, and threw it to his feet with a disappointed look on his face.

"I tried many paintings, but none really satisfied me."

"..."

Wen Jianyan rationally didn't speak.

"So, I would have liked you to make the choice to end my hesitation."

No. 04 stared at the young man in front of him.

That is to say... The reason why the other party let him choose the clothes for the "date" is because he didn't think about how he would die to be preserved as "artwork".

Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes, feeling that she had finally figured out a clue in the clutter.

From a psychoanalytic point of view, like other patients, this guy is also sadistic, anti-social, and has a strong Narcissus plot, but unlike Edward who kills indiscriminately, No. 04's murder was selective.

"But you didn't make a choice."

No. 04's eyes flicked over Wen Jianyan little by little, as if to peel off his clothes and penetrate his skin, "You didn't wear any of the clothes I chose for you."

The man raised his gray, inorganic eyes:

"Since that's the case, I'll treat you as another option."

"Because it's only a semi-finished product, I didn't put it in the first consideration,"

No. 04 took out the folded sketch paper from the inner pocket of his clothes and unfolded it unhurriedly.

"..."

Although it is impossible to see what is on the paper from this angle, the picture on the paper is naturally drawn in Wen Jianyan's mind.

Sharp weapons, blood-eating vines, white flowers, violent passion.

"I believe that with your participation, it will be truly complete."

No. 04 raised his eyes and said in a sincere tone:

"You must be beautiful when you don't wear anything."

"!!!"

Wen Jianyan's heart tensed subconsciously, beating violently in her chest.

The fingertips hanging by his side twitched under extreme tension, but they were held down by a strong will.

stop.

Can't run away yet.

There are weaknesses.

Have the opportunity.

Looking at the crazy patient hiding under the elegant skin not far away, Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and said slowly and carefully:

"But don't you think that you are heading in the wrong direction?"

"?"

No. 04 raised his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him inquiringly.

"From what I've seen now, you shouldn't be in such a hurry."

The young man with amber eyes said softly, the corners of his lips raised slightly, his tone was sweet and soft, with a little sincere understanding and approval:

"Real art can't be done right away, can it?"

"..." No. 04 narrowed his eyes.

The liar took his steps and took the initiative to walk in the direction of the other party.

One step, two steps.

The safe area is reduced, intrusion.

It's like the prey is actively poking its neck into the trap, or the perfectly camouflaged hunter is approaching his prey.

"I agree with you that death and killing are art."

"The result of perfunctory and compromise will only be shoddy and inferior finished products, wasting time and energy."

He raised his hand, pressed his fingertips on the drawing paper, and slid along the rough edge, his posture was slender, as tame and soft as silk wrapped around his fingers:

"All art needs inspiration."

"Remember our agreement?"

“Quid pro quo.”

"You did me a favor,"

The young man raised his eyes, under the long and dense eyelashes, the amber eyes were warm and bold, wrapped in the warmth and fragrance of lust.

He leaned slightly closer, his fingertips had fallen on the paper unknowingly, and he traced gently along the entangled limbs.

Wen Jianyan's laughing voice was very low, with a slightly hoarse ending, rising like a hook:

"In return, I'll be your muse."