Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 166

The hallway is narrow and the atmosphere is depressing and deadly.

A group of people clinging to the wall, groping forward, the sound of footsteps is very low, can only vaguely hear the rubbing sound of clothes.

It was so quiet, almost panicky.

Like a pool of dark lake water, there are boundless darkness in all directions, and the fear of the unknown is boundless, giving people the illusion of being out of breath.

The faint light of the flashlight was like a thin band of light, over which the hearts of all were suspended.

Wen Jianyan moved forward carefully step by step.

As he walked, he sketched a map of this floor in his mind.

So far, they've walked almost 50% of the way, but...so far they haven't encountered any high-risk patients.

Wen Jian glanced aside without a trace.

The metal balustrade reflected faint light in the light of the flashlight, and inside was a dull, fuzzy shadow.

"Is there still no one?"

He lowered his voice and asked Huang Mao who was walking beside him.

Huang Mao nodded, and also answered in a low voice: "No."

"..."

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, looked away, and slowly continued to walk forward.

Along the way, the iron doors of all the wards were wide open, but so far no one has been seen.

This did not make him feel safe, on the contrary, the sense of crisis it brought was unprecedented.

The corridor in front of him seemed to have no end.

Time passed minute by minute, and the groping in the dark was so long that it gradually blurred the meaning of time and distance, like crawling in a tunnel for an entire century.

Wen Jianyan suddenly stopped.

Su Cheng, who followed closely behind, was caught off guard and almost hit his back, triggering a series of chain reactions in the team, and a low-key question came from behind: "What's wrong?"

Wen Jianyan raised her eyes silently and looked around slowly.

strangeness……

It stands to reason that ten percent should have gone by now.

However, the corridor in front of him still had no end in sight.

Although darkness and silence can blur human senses, Wen Jianyan counted down the seconds in her heart from the very beginning and calculated her pace. Even if there may be a deviation, it will not be much worse.

Under the faint beam of flashlight shaking, the corridor extended into the depths, with iron railings and prison cells on one side, icy walls on the other, and bottomless darkness in the distance.

It's like they're always in the same place.

...not quite right.

Wen Jianyan moved her fingers slowly, sticky sweat oozing out of her palm, and the cold body of the flashlight was covered with heat.

"Did the ghost hit the wall?" Su Cheng, who was behind him, asked in a low voice.

"I'm not sure--"

Wen Jianyan shook his head subconsciously, but the next second, the voice of his answer got stuck in his throat and couldn't go up or down.

"It's ok,"

The yellow hair on the side looked at the direction illuminated by the flashlight and spoke in a low voice, breaking the dead silence:

"I see the exit, we should be there soon."

"..."

Wen Jianyan's eyes flashed and she said, "Okay, then let's go on."

Soon, as Huang Mao said, after passing through the last two iron gates, the stairs extending upward appeared in front of everyone.

There didn't seem to be any danger around, and a faint light came in above the stairs, dispelling the thick, sticky darkness in the corridor just passed.

It was like the spider silk that penetrated into the abyss, or the driftwood that appeared in front of me before drowning, with an uncontrollable magical power that made people want to breathe a sigh of relief.

Wen Jianyan stopped at the stairs and listened with bated breath.

There was no stickiness on the top of the head, as if something was squirming, there was no footsteps under the stairs, and the patients on the second floor showed no signs of appearing.

"You go up and see, is there a nest?"

He looked at Huang Mao and asked.

Huang Mao nodded, walked a few steps up the stairs, and stood at the junction of the stairs, haun, slightly tiptoeed and looked into the distance, then shook his head and said with certainty:

"Don't worry, no."

He turned his head, looked at the people below the stairs, and beckoned: "There shouldn't be any danger up there, come quickly."

The rest of the people immediately followed.

Only Wen Jianyan didn't move. He stood there, holding the flashlight in his hand, quietly watching his companion take steps and walked forward.

The light at the entrance of the stairs was weak, but in the endless darkness behind it, it was like a firefly that brought peace, shining silently not far above the head.

Su Cheng passed by, he stood on the stairs in front of Wen Jianyan, turned his head and looked over:

"What's wrong?"

Wen Jianyan raised his eyes, his amber eyes shone slightly under the light of the flashlight, and the look of his eyes was dark, almost melting into the darkness behind him, he said abruptly:

"Ghost hitting the wall."

"What?" Su Cheng was startled.

"You just asked me if I encountered a ghost hitting the wall."

Wen Jianyan stared at the teammate in front of her and said lightly, "Why do you think so?"

Su Cheng didn't memorize maps, let alone count his heartbeats to calculate time and steps.

In other words, he probably didn't know how long it would take to walk this floor and how long the road would be.

He didn't even know why he stopped just now.

However, the moment Wen Jianyan stopped, the other party didn't ask the reason - he didn't ask if he saw or heard anything strange, but asked directly.

"Is it a ghost hitting the wall?"

Wen Jianyan's gaze shifted to the other three.

They turned their backs to themselves and didn't turn around even while he was talking to Su-sung.

Since entering this corridor, they haven't said a word or even shown one side.

Not right.

So wrong.

More importantly, it wasn't just this corridor that was wrong, but also the players around him.

...every teammate.

As if the color had faded from the canvas, Su Cheng and Huang Mao lost their expressions on their faces. They stared at him in a daze, their four eyes were straight, and their eyes without any emotion fell on Wen. Jian Yan's body was almost chilling.

Wen Jianyan tightened her fingers subconsciously and took a step back without a trace.

"Kakaka."

"Kakaka."

A slight, bone rubbing sound sounded, which was particularly harsh in the dead corridor.

The other three teammates who had never been seen turned their heads little by little, slowly, one by one, and under the dim light at the end of the stairs not far away, Wen Jianyan could see their faces clearly ——

Those were three blank faces without facial features.

"..."

my day! ! !

Wen Jianyan jumped up, turned around and ran away.

He ran wildly along the way he came, and the messy footsteps behind him followed him, almost as if they were clinging to the back of his head.

Even if he didn't need to look back, he knew that the five "teammates" were now closely following him, chasing after him as if they were chasing their souls.

My day, my day, my day!

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth and cursed in her heart, her heart was beating wildly beside her ears, and the hot blood flowed against her eardrums, making irregular pulsating sounds.

It really is! ! !

As he ran, his brain was spinning rapidly, thinking about his current situation.

what happened?

How did all this happen?

Have your teammates been replaced? Where are his real teammates now?

When was it replaced?

Why did they induce him to go up the stairs? What's on it?

First, timing matters.

If you can find the time node at which your teammates were replaced, you can probably calculate the reason for your attack, the purpose of the opponent, and even a series of other information.

While running, Wen Jianyan combed through every moment after leaving the elevator in her mind, searching for clues frame by frame like a movie rewinding.

He failed.

There is no chance.

Since they entered the negative layer, they have always acted together.

It has always been Wen Jianyan leading the way.

As a senior anchor, everyone is very cautious, and no one will do things like "actively touch suspicious items" or "actively enter a suspicious area".

Wen Jianyan did not find any opportunity for his teammates to be replaced.

It's too weird.

Wen Jianyan showed a blank expression.

In all dungeons, most of the crises have specific trigger reasons, and there are few unsolved killings that are completely without any reason.

No anchor will survive these mortal conditions.

The sound of footsteps behind him followed.

Wen Jianyan could almost hear the whirring sound of the other party's steps, and the strange feeling that he would be caught in the next second made his muscles tense, and he couldn't help speeding up.

No, no, no, keep thinking!

He gritted his teeth.

Some clue must be overlooked.

When you encounter a dead end, start over!

Frame by frame passed through his mind, and every second was carefully analyzed. Wen Jianyan felt that his brain was starting to hurt.

corridor……

still extending.

There is no end to the general extension.

Even though he had been running with all his strength for more than five minutes, the scene around him still seemed to have not changed at all.

It stands to reason that now that they are in the world, the buildings and the environment will not change with the mental world of the mentally ill. It is precisely because of this that Wen Jianyan guessed at the beginning whether he might have encountered it himself. The ghost hit the wall...

... "Ghost hitting the wall"?

Wen Jianyan's eyes widened slightly, as if she suddenly realized something.

When Su Cheng asked the question of "ghost hitting the wall", at that moment, it was exactly what Wen Jianyan was thinking.

He was thinking about whether he had encountered a ghost hitting the wall, and Su Chengcheng asked the same question at the right time.

Next, Huang Mao also successfully answered his "question" as if he had the ability to read minds, and in just a few minutes, the stairs that he thought should have appeared did appear in front of him. .

"..."

A strange guess slowly emerged in Wen Jianyan's mind.

Why did the three of Luce not speak the whole time?

Perhaps it was because the other party and himself were temporary teammates. He didn't pay that much attention to the safety of these three people, so he seldom thought about them during the whole process.

Why did "Su Cheng" and "Yellow Hair" suddenly chase after them - if they were really "replaced" by a certain creature, then their purpose should be to lure, not capture.

unless……

Whether to lure or capture.

It's all just his own speculation.

Wen Jianyan carefully recalled everything that happened just now.

That's right.

Everything went in the direction he "imagined".

Su Cheng's question, Huang Mao's way.

When he was suspicious and vigilant about the identity of his "teammate", the three turned around just right, revealing faces without facial features, which just confirmed his guess.

"..."

Wen Jianyan stopped abruptly.

He stood on the spot, his heart was beating wildly, and the hot sweat was oozing from the back, and the whole person shivered slightly under the intense tension.

There was silence in the ears.

Dark, bottomless silence.

There were no footsteps behind.

Nothing at all.

Slowly, he turned his head one by one and looked behind him.

In the dim light of the flashlight, it could be seen clearly - there was no one there.

No one pursued.

No one follows.

Unaccompanied.

Both ends of the corridor were immersed in the deep sea-like darkness, like an isolated island, only Wen Jianyan stood alone in it, gasping for breath.