Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 16

“…………………………”

Su Cheng was stunned.

He stood still, unable to move, and could only stare foolishly at the young man who called himself a rookie anchor in front of him.

Wen Jianyan stood up with one hand on the wall, bent over to pat the dust on her body, and sighed to herself:

Ah... Now this situation is a bit troublesome.

He really didn't want to go back to the fourth floor at all.

That mirror not only stared at his soul, but the two senior anchors who had been tricked by him were still on the fourth floor, not to mention the Father who made him horrified. Gathered all the people he least wanted to meet.

In addition, when the plot revision level was 62, Wen Jianyan had a headache, but now it has reached 83 without realizing it! Whether or not something unexpected will happen next, no one knows.

Originally, he had enough points to sit back and relax.

However, due to the self-assertion of the apple seedling, all the points Wen Jianyan had at hand was emptied, so he had to make a deal with Xu Yuan, who worked hard for the mirror, to complete the tasks posted by the other party.

And it's the kind that will die if it doesn't finish.

...so sad!

Wen Jianyan turned to look at Su Cheng, who looked like a clay puppet, and shook her hand in front of him: Hey, are you still there?

...

Su Cheng was in a trance.

The overrunning brain stalled and became a mess, and the whole person fell into repeated self-doubt.

ah?

What?

what happened?

Could it be that…

Wait, it shouldn't, or say...

While he was wandering, Wen Jianyan leaned over and asked with concern:

are you OK?

The handsome young man's face suddenly enlarged in front of his eyes, and the strong visual impact made Su Cheng suddenly lean back.

!

The sudden weightlessness made him suddenly come to his senses.

After two seconds of blank expression, Su Cheng slowly widened his eyes after realizing it:

you……

He pointed at the young man in front of him with a slightly trembling finger, unable to organize a smooth language for a long time:

you you you……

Wen Jianyan put one hand in her pocket and blinked: Me?

He seemed to have no self-knowledge, and asked with 100% sincerity and doubt: What's wrong with me?

But Su Cheng won't be deceived this time, he screamed in an out-of-tune voice:

You... are you the anchor?!

Wen Jianyan nodded naturally, without any guilt on her face: Yes, didn't I just say it?

...

His attitude was too taken for granted, causing Su Cheng to open his mouth and stare blankly at the other party, unable to say anything for a while.

How can there be such shameless people in this world!

Speaking of which, there should be more items unlocked in the store, right?

The shameless liar bowed his head and fiddled with his own live broadcast interface, sighing from time to time:

Ah, really, it's a pity that the price is too high.

Su Cheng held down his suddenly swollen temple, stumbling and stumbling, and concluded with some difficulty:

So...that, that Xu Wen...

Hearing the other party's voice, Wen Jianyan closed the live broadcast interface, raised his head, and said as a matter of course:

Yeah, I made it up, as well as the story line.

He thought for a while: However, if you find it troublesome, you can continue to call me Little Vancouver.

By the way, what's your name?

...Su Cheng.

How old are you?

Su Cheng couldn't keep up with the other party's thoughts, and replied dumbly: Twenty-five...

Oh, it looks like you are older than me. Wen Jianyan came forward with a smile:

Looks like I'm going to call you brother.

His face was already very handsome, but now he looks even more friendly and lovable, his voice is intimate, his magnetic tail rises slightly, and he calls out to brother clearly, making it impossible to be wary of him at all.

Really, Brother Su?

Su Cheng's mind was in chaos.

The cold, ruthless and trustworthy appearance of the other party was still deeply etched in his mind, but now it is completely different from before, half evil and half innocent, this diametrically opposite huge gap Su Cheng was at a loss, speechless, and didn't know how to deal with it.

You, don't get close to me...!

Su Cheng struggled to maintain his bottom line and stammered trying to bring the topic back on track:

Then...then your sister...and those stories...

Wen Jianyan repeated her answer patiently: Of course it's also made up to match the characters.

He paused, and seemed to suddenly remember something:

Oh, but Xu Yuan is real.

Su Cheng: Huh?

Just listen to the young man say lightly:

You've seen it just now. It's the one with disheveled hair and a terrifying smile.

Su Cheng: ...

Grass!

Is that Xu Yuan actually the boss! !

Wen Jianyan touched the bridge of his nose and laughed dryly:

Speaking of which, she seems to be very unhappy with me pretending to be her brother. She is afraid that she will be hated. I hope that the difficulty of our task will not increase because of this.

Su Cheng: ………………

Are you actually pretending to be her brother in front of the boss?

You are a true warrior.

Having said that, Wen Jianyan thought of something, and turned to look at Su Cheng: By the way, do you still remember our mission?

--us?

Su Cheng was startled.

The next second, the memory that was selectively forgotten under the strong shock came back to my mind.

Trigger the ultimate main task of the copy of Decai Middle School.

Two hours to complete.

If the mission fails, all survival time and points will be deducted, and the host's live broadcast room will be closed immediately.

The simple translation is: complete the task in two hours, or die.

.

Su Cheng cracked.

According to his experience of playing games over the years, the difficulty of this task is equivalent to asking the brave newbie village to take the initial equipment to duel the Demon King... This is no longer a cross-level challenge, it is courting death!

Su Chengru was struck by lightning, and the whole person was dumbfounded.

Wen Jianyan looked at the other party's expression.

Hmm, looks like I remembered it.

He raised his hand and patted Su Cheng's shoulder, and comforted him in a gentle tone: It's okay, we are now grasshoppers on a rope. Anyway, I'm with you anyway, right?

Su Cheng's expression cracked again: ...

Bah, this is what you fucking dragged me in!

However, he has taken so many blows today that he has no energy to react to this sentence now.

In the 789326qwk live room.

Hahahahaha blew up the truck, no one survived!

Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha haha ​​haha ​​haha ​​can't laugh, the expression on the face of the anchor opposite is really rich, after this copy, I will see it a hundred times!

The host opposite is probably going to leave a psychological shadow hahahahaha, the NPC who has been with me for so long is actually another host. If it were me, I would doubt the whole world.

I really hate that iron can't become steel. The host on the other side can obviously take the initiative. After all, being cheated all the way can always make this liar pay a little price, but I was led away by this liar again. hatred.

Woo, I also want the anchor to call my brother affectionately, I'd rather be deceived!

Wife! Act like a spoiled brat and come at me!

?

As a result, the topic of the live broadcast once again shifted in a strange direction, as if it were a wild horse and never returned.

Wen Jianyan didn't notice the strange trend of topics in the live broadcast room.

He opened his backpack and took out the epic hidden object that had just been put into it.

At the moment when the item appeared, the familiar system sound rang in my ears.

Congratulations to the anchor for getting the hidden item (legend) in the dungeon!

【Collection degree 3/3】

Wen Jianyan looked down at the palm of his hand, the red cloth bag was still tied tightly, and it took him several seconds to open it.

Unexpectedly, the item this time was not some kind of human tissue used for sacrifice, but...

A fragment of a mirror.

It is bright and transparent, the surface is hard and smooth, and the irregular edges slightly reflect the icy luster.

Compared to the teeth, hair and broken fingers, this hidden object looks extraordinarily normal, but for some unknown reason, such a small and thin piece of debris seems heavy in the palm of the hand, a little icy chill. It spreads from the contact point and seeps into the heart little by little.

Wen Jianyan shivered involuntarily.

At this moment, the system prompt sounded again: [Ding! It is detected that all the hidden props of the anchor have been collected, and now the core hint of the hidden line is released: return to the original place, the beginning is the end. 】

The content of this sentence is very easy to understand, that is to say, as long as the fragments of this mirror are put back where they should be, all this can be ended.

According to the conventional thinking, it is time to go back to the fourth floor.

But the problem is...

As someone who has been in close contact with the mirror, Wen Jianyan remembers very clearly that there is no half gap on the mirror except for the gap that cracked at the end.

Take another 10,000 steps and talk about it, if this fragment is really on the mirror on the fourth floor, why would it end all of this when it was completed? Wouldn't it instead increase its power?

Wen Jianyan was a little puzzled.

He frowned, looking at the mirror fragments in his hand to and fro, trying to find some clues that he had ignored.

Su Cheng noticed that Wen Jianyan hadn't moved for a long time. Although he was still a little awkward, he couldn't control his curiosity. He probed over and asked:

What's wrong?

The two were now completely bound together, and Wen Jianyan had no need to hide from him, so he happily informed the other party of the information he had learned.

After listening to it, Su Cheng's thoughts were exactly the same as he had at the beginning:

In other words, as long as this piece is put back into the mirror, our mission is complete?

An excited look finally appeared on his face: Then why are we hesitating? Let's go, go to the fourth floor!

Knowing the way to get out of the predicament, the awkwardness just now disappeared, and even the liar in front of him looked a little kinder.

But Wen Jianyan didn't answer, just stared at the mirror fragment in his palm without saying a word.

Seeing that the other party didn't respond, Su Cheng couldn't help but get closer again and shook in front of the other party:

Are you still listening?

The flashlight swayed slightly with his movements, and the beam of light scattered on the wall, spreading a cold white light.

Wen Jianyan seemed to realize something, and was slightly startled:

This……

Su Cheng: Huh?

Wen Jianyan: don't move.

His command was short and precise, with an unquestionable meaning, Su Cheng couldn't help but forget the identity of the other liar, habitually obeyed his instructions, and stood still subconsciously.

After dozens of seconds.

……I understand.

The young man in front of him suddenly spoke, he raised his eyes, his eyes were clear and bright, his excitement was hidden in front of the calm surface, and he looked particularly soul-stirring in the dark.

Su Cheng subconsciously held his breath.

Wen Jianyan took a step forward and handed the mirror in her palm to Su Cheng:

Look inside, what do you see?

Su Cheng looked into the mirror full of doubts.

Under the light of the flashlight, the small piece of mirror surface was particularly bright, like an irregular ice crystal, shining with a cold luster.

...Nothing at all.

Su Cheng looked at it hard for a while, and said blankly.

right.

Wen Jianyan smiled: it's nothing.

Su Cheng was a little confused: Wait, I don't understand, what do you mean?

Wen Jianyan: Didn't you find it? Even in the presence of light, it can't reflect a person's face.

Su Cheng was startled and looked down into the lens.

The light of the flashlight is still on steadily, but the lens is foggy, and the light and shadow move, but it does not reflect the face of the person:

This...really.

Su Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

Wen Jianyan retracted her hand, nodded contentedly, and said, So, it's not a lens, and the return of things in the prompt doesn't refer to the fourth floor.

Where else could that be?

Su Cheng felt that his mind was already in a mess, and his thinking was completely unable to keep up with the other party's footsteps.

Wen Jianyan was also lost in thought.

These hidden objects should be related to each other.

A common-level hidden object is a severed finger. When he entered 408, the self in the mirror was trying to get him to cut off his pinky finger. The difficult hidden objects were teeth and hair, which were also the medium that Xiaojie and the old witch used to trade with the mirror. , According to this logic, the legendary hidden item should be related to Xu Yuan or the fake Xu Yuan who tried to seize Xu Yuan's identity, so its position on the timeline is also higher, and its status is also the most critical.

Returning to its original place, the beginning is the end.

According to the logic hidden in this prompt, then, this fragment is likely to be related to the original sacrifice call.

Thinking of this, Wen Jianyan pulled out the booklet she found in the altar from her pocket.

He took the flashlight from Su Cheng's hand, and by the light, he started to read for the second time.

The handwriting in this booklet is sloppy and scattered, and the logic is disordered in many places, and almost no sentences are made. Most of the blank spaces are filled with strange symbols drawn randomly, and it is difficult to extract clear and complete information from it.

However, relying on guesswork, Wen Jianyan already has some vague concepts about the context and outline of this copy, so his interpretation efficiency this time is much faster than that of the previous teaching building.

On one of the pages he found several lines of scribbled essays.

I heard their conversation, but I wasn't hurt.

I have heard these words countless times since I was a child, and up to now, these comments have had little impact on me.

She just didn't have anyone else's opinion to refute it.

I don't hate her.

Wen Jianyan raised her eyebrows unexpectedly. Obviously, the she in this sentence refers to Xu Yuan.

He turned another page.

Mr Mirror comforted me that it wasn't my fault.

I just don't have a good family like her, a pair of parents, a good-looking face, a caring personality, and a natural likability.

I don't hate her.

I just really envy her, I'm going crazy with envy, every day I see her in the bedroom, I think...

The following words were blacked out, and Wen Jianyan distinguished them carefully before he could see what those words were in front of him.

- If only I were her.

Mr Mirror whispered to me this evening that it has a way to help me.

I can have it all.

Wen Jianyan was thoughtful.

No wonder.

He thought it was very strange at the beginning. In this series of actions, the most difficult thing was not execution, but knowledge.

How does an ordinary middle school student know how to summon evil things?

Now, this question has been answered.

——It was Mirror who told her personally.

Wen Jianyan continued to turn back, and soon, he found some clues on the page covered with graffiti.

He had turned to this page before, but at that time he didn't know the meaning of the lines - Wen Jianyan stroked the rough paper with her fingertips, and drew a familiar shape with random brushstrokes.

He took out the fragment of the mirror he got and put it on the paper.

Irregular edges knocked together tightly.

In the smoky lens, a line of crooked small characters slowly emerged.

Today, I found a talking mirror fragment in the old place, and I called it Mr. Mirror.

old place?

While Wen Jianyan was contemplating, a little dampness suddenly came from his fingertips, he was slightly startled, and picked up the fragments of the mirror.

On the page, the line of crooked small characters was soaked by water from nowhere, and the wet marks with unclear outlines slowly spread, causing the surrounding handwriting to be blurred with ink.

Wen Jianyan: !

He suddenly recalled something.

Every ghost in this dungeon, whether it's Xiao Jie, Xu Yuan, or even an alienated old woman, is dripping with water all the time.

Even the creators are no exception.

It was mentioned in Xu Yuan's diary - after returning to the dormitory, the other party stood by her bed and did not leave, and there was the sound of water droplets falling on the ground.

At first, he thought the sound came from blood dripping from the cat's skin.

However, a cat's blood volume is limited, and it is impossible to continue dripping overnight, and it is impossible to disappear without a trace the next day.

Well, the sound is not from blood.

but from ordinary water.

Wen Jianyan put the lenses and the booklet back into his pocket, then rushed to the side window, and looked out—

The night was dark and everything was shrouded in unsettling darkness.

With the dim light, the outline of the entire campus could be barely discernible.

Teaching building, dormitory building, playground, artificial lake, canteen.

Wen Jianyan drew a map of the school in her heart.

Soon, he realized that the cafeteria and the playground were all far away from the central axis, only the teaching building and the dormitory building were facing each other, separated by a small artificial lake.

They are all four layers.

The most critical room numbers are all 408, except that one is the second room on the right and the other is the second room on the left.

All the clues are connected together, making Wen Jianyan hold her breath slightly.

That is to say, the two buildings are mirror images centered on the artificial lake.

The lake is also the largest mirror in the entire campus.

At this moment, the familiar system prompt sounded again in my ears: [Ding, it is detected that the deviation of the plot has reached the threshold, and the copy is undergoing uncontrollable changes...]

[New plot is opening...]

Come on, come again?

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath.

The moment the system sound fell, Wen Jianyan saw that the door of the opposite teaching building that had been closed suddenly opened.

Under the faint light of the street lamps, I could see the shadows of people in the classrooms, and the shadows, deep or shallow, moved silently in the dark windows, slowly pouring out in the direction of the gate——

Wen Jianyan felt a chill on the back of her neck.

If he guessed correctly, the mirror in his hand was the original Mr. Mirror.

It was picked up by the students by the lake. After understanding the weaknesses and desires of the other party, it tricked the other party into summoning itself completely until it became what it is now.

Then, the solution to this copy is very simple.

Return to where it came from.

Throwing the original Mr. Mirror back into the lake should end it all.

——However, looking at the ghostly figure outside, there is not much time left for them.

He turned to look at Su Cheng: Quick, we have to leave the dormitory quickly.

Su Cheng seemed to want to ask something, but his voice was quickly caught in his throat.

Because, both of them heard a familiar voice at the same time.

The humming sound was intermittent, and it echoed in the dark corridor like a ghost. It was cold and strange, and it made the scalp numb.

It's an old witch!

Damn, she really knows when to choose!

Wen Jianyan, the object of the opponent's hatred, jumped up like a frightened rabbit, dragged Su Cheng and ran in the opposite direction: Go, go, go!

The messy footsteps of the two echoed in the corridor.

The humming from behind stopped.

Huh? It's so late, the old witch's rough voice sounded extraordinarily weird, like some kind of sticky snake: Let me see who is still running around in the corridor?

Su Cheng subconsciously turned his head and cast a glance behind him.

In the dim light, a huge, sarcoma-like thing could be faintly seen moving slowly in the darkness, the cracks on it flickering slightly, like countless vicious eyeballs peeking out.

Su Cheng's hair stood on end in an instant.

Omg! what the hell!

Just then, a dull bell rang from downstairs.

When-when-

The clock struck twice, signaling the arrival of two in the morning.

Not far away, the stairwell is already in front of you, and you can faintly see a beam of light coming down from above.

Wen Jianyan sucked in a breath of cold air, dragged Su Cheng to a sudden turn, and rushed into a room next to her.

Su Cheng panted and looked at the young man in front of him, and asked puzzledly:

Didn't you just say we were going out of the dormitory, why did you drag me in?

The old witch's movement speed is very slow. Although she can escape for a while when she enters the bedroom, she cannot solve the problem from the root cause, and may even be blocked.

I see.

Wen Jianyan's chest heaved up and down rapidly, and she said nervously in a low voice:

But it's the whole o'clock, and the group of anchors are probably going downstairs.

Su Cheng: Are you worried that they will continue to work against you?

...

Wen Jianyan touched the bridge of his nose and laughed dryly: Haha, about the senior anchors on the fourth floor, there is something I may not have mentioned to you...

Twenty seconds later.

After listening to everything, Su Cheng looked blankly at the young man in front of him who was obviously guilty, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

After a brief silence, he asked in a half-desperate, half-collapsed voice:

That, friend, I want to ask you, in this copy, is there anyone else you have not offended?

From players to NPCs to ghosts, almost no one survived, and all of them were tricked by this guy in front of him! ! !

What kind of plague god is he tied to! ! !

The barrage in the 789326qwk live broadcast room has been laughing crazy.

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Hahahahahahahaha thank you to the host opposite for finally asking the questions in the hearts of all our viewers!

Other live broadcasters accurately control the boundary between overturning and non-overturning, and this liar is frantically testing the edge of overturning every day, Dapeng spreads his wings!

Hahahahahaha I want to die laughing.

Wen Jianyan's eyes wandered for a while, and she said in a low voice unnaturally:

Cough, um, in fact, there are still some.

——For example, the phantom that has been lying in the mirror, didn't he not offend him! !

...

After hearing Wen Jianyan's defense, Su Cheng's eyelids jumped ominously.

For some reason, he always has a strong feeling... With this guy's style, it should only be a matter of time before all the existences in the entire dungeon are offended.

Even the only one who hasn't been pitted will probably not be spared sooner or later.

This is an intuition from a victim.