Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 182

"Ding! Congratulations to the anchor for completing the reward! The reward points have been credited!"

After reaching its peak, the light of □□ began to fade away quickly.

The darkness around him squirmed like a living creature again, growing rapidly. The man's body was framed by scarlet silk threads, and he looked at the young man not far away with light golden eyes, like a snake that locked its prey with its sight. .

"!"

Wen Jianyan took a step back subconsciously.

After a brief shock, the blank brain began to spin rapidly again.

how is this possible? !

Except for the sign of "Ouroboros", the entire copy of [Ping An Nursing Home] has no clues that can be connected with the other party... More importantly, Wen Jianyan consciously has been with the other party in [Dream Amusement Park] from beginning to end. They have maintained some kind of relationship that can be regarded as a "good" relationship. Except for Yang Fengyin's small actions, at least on the surface, they are at least conscientious, and they have completed the task of finding fragments perfectly.

Since entering this dungeon, the other party has not only never contacted his bishop, nor has he made a request to him like the previous dungeon...

Why does it suddenly appear again now? !

Suddenly, the light suddenly went out and was replaced by the boundless darkness.

Before Wen Jianyan could think of a reason, he was startled by the sudden change of light and shadow. He leaned back subconsciously, and the back of his head hit the board with a thud, making a dull sound. .

"Well!"

He groaned.

The narrow space was filled with his rapid breathing, and the sound of his heart beating wildly beside his ears.

Wen Jianyan was still in shock. He raised his eyes by the light that penetrated through the gaps in the planks, and could vaguely see the blurry narrow space and feel the hard wooden chair under his body.

The nose is gloomy, with a blood-like smell of wood.

It was only then that he realized that he had now left the special scene before and returned to the confession room at the beginning.

"..."

Wen Jianyan took a long and slow breath, feeling the tense muscles all over his body suddenly relax.

Only then did he realize that there was a layer of cold sweat on his back, and the thin fabric was tightly adhered to his skin, causing a strange feeling of discomfort.

A familiar announcement sounded in his ears.

"Ding! The anchor's special scene task is completed, the special line is unlocked: Reward points: 10000"

"Dungeon Exploration: 89% Reward Points: 10000"

"Current plot modification degree: 94% Reward points: 80,000"

"Ding! Congratulations to the anchor for getting the hidden item (epic) in the dungeon!"

【Collection Degree 9/10】

Although Wen Jianyan is very curious about what the epic items in this dungeon are, the most urgent task now is to leave the confession room, and it is not too late to meet with his teammates.

He got up and walked towards the confessional chamber.

Wen Jianyan raised her hand, pressed it on the doorknob, and pushed the door panel outwards—a weak light squeezed into the darkness through the gap, illuminating the back of the young man's hand on the doorknob, and the back of his hand hanging on his wrist. black cuffs.

……and many more.

Wen Jianyan was stunned for a moment. He suddenly realized that his clothes had not changed. He was still wearing the dark priest's clothes before, instead of changing back to the clothes he had before he came in.

Not right.

It shouldn't be like this...

An ominous premonition rose in my heart, bringing with it a strong, almost instinctive sense of panic.

The next second, a powerful, almost bizarre force suddenly grabbed the wooden door in front of him and pulled it out!

Huge force stumbled forward with Wen Jianyan, barely able to stop the inertia of her head falling forward.

Bright light fell from overhead, illuminating the church in front of him.

Not the catacombs, but...

chapel.

The reddish light fills the huge space. From the windows above, you can vaguely see the scarlet blood sky. The shadow cuts the entire church. The rows of chairs made of black wood extend side by side, the third from the bottom. In the row, Wen Jianyan saw two familiar figures.

They were motionless, their heads bowed, their foreheads resting on their crossed hands, and they seemed to be praying devoutly.

The moment he saw the two people whose life and death were unknown, Wen Jianyan's heart suddenly lifted.

He realized that where he was now, it was the other dimension in the chapel... that was where Luce and the others disappeared.

how come? !

The mission has been completed and the scene has ended. Why did he not return to the catacombs, but entered the chapel with a high probability of being located in a different dimension?

The youth's face became paler, the amber eyes were half hidden under the lashes, and the lips were pursed tightly, a thin line that lost its blood color stretched out.

The hair color is silver-white, and the dark priest's uniform is wrapped around the slender body, which fits very well in the church, as if it should belong here.

Tick, tick.

The sound of some liquid dripping sounded not far away.

"!"

Wen Jianyan was shocked all over, like a frightened bird, and turned her head to look in the direction from which the voice came.

It was "Witch Candle" that hit the line of sight.

He still maintains that half-shattered appearance. Half of his face, chest, arms, and legs are almost empty, with thin, scarlet threads looming, like a broken, incomplete The porcelain statue of , through that piece of nothingness, can directly see the cross hanging behind him.

Only half of his face was intact, there was no expression on his face, and he looked creepy under the bloody sky.

Wen Jianyan took a breath.

He seemed to suddenly realize something, and turned his head sharply to look behind him.

Above that dark, small confessional room. Do not know when, has been covered with a layer of scarlet flesh film.

The thin neurons are connected to each other, beating as if they have life, covering the wooden sheet, like a film that blocks invisible threats, seeping through the gaps along the edge, like a tree growing from the ground Roots, firmly anchored the confessional in place.

At that moment, Wen Jianyan seemed to understand why he couldn't leave even though the mission was completed.

*

Catacombs, outside the confessional.

This is probably the longest ten minutes everyone has ever experienced.

During this period of time, the anchors waiting outside did not do anything. They spread out and tried to find any clues from this catacomb in this short ten minutes. In this way, Even if Wen Jianyan didn't leave the confessional after ten minutes, they would have a better chance of surviving.

However, from time to time, several people would always cast a glance at the confessional room, as if both expected and fearful.

These ten minutes were so torturous, every minute and every second passed, like a rope tightened with time, and the people who were gradually restrained could not breathe.

No matter how complicated and nervous the emotions in the hearts of several people are, this critical time has finally come.

20 seconds to go before ten minutes, all the anchors spontaneously gathered in front of the confession room.

They waited with bated breath.

Although the time they agreed with Wen Jianyan was fifteen minutes, according to Shaoyao's previous remarks, "ten minutes" is the moment that really decides life and death. Everyone knows very well that the extra five minutes are just for the purpose of Just insurance, if at this moment, the door of the confession room slides open, revealing the empty interior, then the ending cannot be changed.

Several people's hearts tightened, silently counting, their eyes staring at the closed wooden door, even if their eyes were dry, they dared not blink, as if they were afraid of missing even a single second.

...5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Ten minutes to arrive.

However, nothing happened.

Wen Jianyan didn't push open the door of the confession room and walked out, and the door of the confession room didn't slide open automatically like the previous few times, but kept its motionless state, as if being welded to death.

Several people looked at each other in amazement, and saw the same blankness on each other's faces.

"What's going on?" Su Cheng looked at Shaoyao, who seemed to be expecting an answer to the current situation, but Shaoyao looked equally confused.

She shook her head hesitantly: "This... I don't know either. I have never encountered this situation before."

"Anyway, it's always a good thing, right?"

Huang Mao held a glimmer of hope and said optimistically, "It's empty if he didn't open it directly like the previous few times. Does this at least mean that he's not dead yet?"

Su Cheng took a deep breath, clenched his sweaty palms, and said:

"It must be so."

It must be so.

*

Wen Jianyan turned her head and looked at the "people" not far away, she felt chills all over her body and goosebumps came out layer by layer.

Is it really a "Witch Candle" that appeared in front of his eyes?

In the last dungeon, he had seen a fragment of a witch candle without self-awareness. Even if it was just a small fragment of the soul, his image was complete, which almost made Wen Jianyan confuse him with the body. This time... the other party looked very different from the past.

Wen Jianyan's mind flashed the terrifying scene he saw in the 05th compartment.

Under the light produced by the flares, the huge scarlet brain was soaked in liquid, ups and downs with the current.

Ignore the over-familiar "male" image that it woven in the end, those thin, neuron-like contacts, and what he had seen in the top-floor laboratory, including after the copy mutation, began to gradually. The "tentacles" that devoured the nursing home were almost identical.

more importantly……

The system determined that he had completed the task of the audience's reward.

And these tasks basically revolved around the identity and appearance of No. 05. When he saw "Witch Candle", no, to be precise, the moment he saw that brain, his ears began to tinkle. The sound of these bounty quest points arriving.

That is to say, the system determines that he is "05".

One step, two steps, three steps.

"Wu Zhu" walked in this direction, Wen Jianyan's body was tense, and he subconsciously stepped back until his back hit the confessional room, making a muffled thud.

In just a few short moments before and after, the other party has already stood in front of his eyes.

"..."

Wen Jianyan pursed his lips and stared at him stubbornly. Every muscle and nerve in his body was adjusted to deal with danger. He was evaluating, thinking, and speculating, trying to find out what he had searched so far. Scattered clues to restore the facts.

An unexpected but reasonable guess came to mind.

Perhaps, it is not the Father God who appears in front of him now, but the number 05 in this copy.

He never showed up, almost never in the Peace Sanatorium, perhaps precisely because he was not "he" but "it":

A brain soaked in nutrient solution.

And the face of "Wizard Candle" is just an image it chose for itself.

You know, the body in front of him is exactly what Wen Jianyan watched as the neurons weave together.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"I'm going...what's going on?!"

"I do not know either!"

"Is this 05? Or is the brain 05? Why does he look so similar to the boss who has been entangled with the anchor for several instances!!!"

"I just took a look. The reward task I posted has been completed. The time of completion is probably when the anchor threw the flare. I guess the brain is No. 05. As for the latter problem... I don't know. , do you think this face looks good?"

"Hahahahahahaha haha ​​is really good -looking !!!"

No. 05 lowered his head and looked down at the priest in front of him with his half-broken face. He opened his mouth, but the vocal cords of this body did not seem to exist, and the incomplete lips slowly and slowly opened and closed, as if thinking to say something.

"..."

Realizing he couldn't speak, he quickly stopped trying.

No. 05 took Wen Jianyan's hand in silence.

The young man's fingers trembled slightly, and he seemed to instinctively want to withdraw, but he forcibly held back, letting the other party pull his hand and writing in his palm with his cold fingertips:

【MINE】

He thought about it and continued to write:

【EAT】

He seemed to feel the strong resistance and almost hostile vigilance and resistance of the opponent's body under the palm of his hand. No. 05 paused and wiped Wen Jianyan's palm with his fingers, as if he wanted to erase what he had left unintentionally just now. dangerous speech.

He rewrote:

【MARRY】

"???"

Wen Jianyan blinked slowly, looking at the half-crippled face of the person in front of him, showing a rare dull look.

and many more?

WTF? ?

What did this guy write?

The next second, the deafening bell rang!

"When - when - when -"

The bell seemed to have a strong inhibitory effect on 05, his expressionless face showing a look of pain.

The human figure, which was already full of fragments, spread out slightly under the vibration of the sound waves, and it was almost difficult to maintain the human form. The scarlet neurons spread from his body and spread slightly around him.

The sound of the bell seems to have rapidly diminished 05's grip on the church.

Wen Jianyan had already completed the task, and should have been sent away from the scene after the task was completed, but due to the half-truth on No. 05, he was forced to stay.

The flesh membrane covering the confessional chamber struggled, wriggled, and trembled, loosening its grip on it.

Along with the change in the power ratio, a familiar system sound came from his ears.

【Reconnecting】

【The scene is ending, please wait patiently】

【10, 9, 8...】

This is a great opportunity!

With the sound of the bell, 05's body stepped back, pulling a little distance from him.

Wen Jianyan found the opportunity, activated the prop, and the slender metal claws slammed into one direction, grabbed one of the humans who bowed their heads and prayed, and lifted the other party back in his hand.

The human body of 05 lost its original form and changed back to the original scarlet tentacles made of neurons. It seemed to want to leave the human in front of him, and tightly wrapped around the opponent's arm.

Cold and slippery, it slowly wrapped around his wrist, palm, and fingers, like the tongue of some kind of creature, licking the lines in the palm and the thin skin between the fingers.

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank.

Oops!

He suddenly remembered what effects these neurons might have on humans after being touched... This could make mental illness a reality!

【3, 2, 1】

*

Time flies by in wait, as does faith and hope.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes.

The closed confessional remains unchanged.

Soon, five minutes came to an end. According to their agreement with Wen Jianyan, this was the signal that they parted ways.

Su Cheng's eyes were fixed on the closed door in front of him, and he didn't say a word.

If the door really slid open as Shaoyao said, it would be fine, he would definitely fulfill his promise without saying a word, but... Now this situation gives people an inexplicable hope.

"Wait," Su Cheng said with some difficulty, "three minutes."

"..."

Shaoyao took a deep breath and nodded.

She understands Su Cheng's current mood. If her teammates are trapped inside, she can't let go.

Suddenly, without warning, a heavy bell rang from overhead.

"When - when - when -"

The sound was extremely penetrating, and it came from the ceiling, and the ground seemed to vibrate slightly because of it.

Everyone was shocked and looked up subconsciously.

Oops, here we go again!

Although Wen Jianyan had reminded them that the rhythm of the dungeon would be faster and faster, they did not expect that the bell would come so quickly this time!

Just when their expressions were tense, as if they were facing a big enemy, something even more unexpected happened!

Hearing a loud "Bang!", the door of the confessional room was shoved open from the inside.

The next second, the youth stumbled out of it.

His face was pale, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, his silver-white hair was stuck to his cheeks, his chest was heaving up and down rapidly, and he looked particularly embarrassed. living people.

Several people waiting outside the confessional room were shocked.

"!!" Su Cheng's eyes burst into light, and he seemed incoherent and confused because of his excitement, "I knew it, I knew it..."

"quick……"

Wen Jianyan let go of her hand and let the body fall beside her feet with a "pop".

He raised his pale face, his brows were wrinkled, his pupils were slightly dilated, as if he was enduring something, constantly resisting some unknown enemy, his voice was hoarse, his language was sluggish, and it seemed that he had to think for a long time every word he said. Like, "My pocket...so..."

- The antidote!