Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 208

In the small shop, only a dim yellow oil lamp was lit.

The light flickered weakly, and it could barely cover a few people. Outside the light, it was an endless darkness.

The girl in a white dress stood on the spot with a calm expression, with lights printed on her fair side face. Although she never spoke again, it was inexplicably impossible to underestimate.

Several people in the dark fire team looked solemn, Qi Qian frowned, and seemed to be thinking about something.

The air was dead silent, and the atmosphere was suppressed to the point of being breathless.

After a few seconds, he gritted his teeth and seemed to finally make up his mind. He looked up at Wen Jianyan and said slowly, "Okay, I believe you."

Since at the beginning, he chose to hire the prophet on the 34th side to enter the dungeon, which means that Qi Qian has already figured out the possible risks.

In the team book, all of them have been firmly bound together and become a community of destiny, even if it is too late to go back.

If you still have doubts about each other in your heart, even if you barely survive to the later stage, you will end up with a group destruction.

Instead of dawdling, give it a go.

"team leader?!"

Tong Yao looked at Qi Qian in astonishment, as if he didn't understand why he made such a judgment, and hurriedly said: "But..."

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Qi Qian:

"I've made up my mind."

He shook his head resolutely, preventing the nursery rhyme from saying the next words.

"..."

Now that the captain has made up his mind, the nursery rhyme has no choice but to keep silent, swallowing all the doubts and unease in his stomach.

Qi Qian stared at Wen Jianyan, took a deep breath, and asked solemnly:

"What are we going to do?"

Wen Jianyan's gaze stayed on Qi Qian's body for a moment, then narrowed her eyes.

As expected of someone who can become the vice president of Nightmare's second largest guild, he has two brushes to some extent.

People are all greedy for comfort, and they are often reluctant to face danger until they are not threatened by an urgent life. Especially Su Cheng's suggestion is still so dangerous. According to previous experience, it is almost the same as death.

Without knowing that the lamp oil will run out sooner or later, Qi Qian was able to make such a decision, which can be said to be very courageous.

Wen Jianyan turned to look at Zhang Yu: "Where did you get the oil lamp when you came in?"

Zhang Yu's face was as pale as a dead man now, and it was slightly blue, but he still answered Wen Jianyan's question fluently: "Beside the counter, there is a small copper lamp stand."

Following Zhang Yu's guidance, Wen Jianyan walked to the counter and quickly found the light stand he mentioned.

It is the same material as the oil lamp, the old and simple copper base is firmly welded on the counter.

Wen Jianyan took the oil lamp from Qi Qian and placed it on the lamp stand.

Through the blackened lampshade, you can see the candles that are swaying slightly and burning steadily.

After doing all this, Wen Jianyan turned her head and pointed to the dummy she had just watched.

"The dummy," he said. "Move it to the front, as close to the glass door as possible, but not over the counter and be careful."

Zhang Yu did not participate as the wounded. Qi Qian and An Xin lifted the dummy together and moved it to the position designated by Wen Jianyan.

After finishing, Qi Qian let go of his hand, took a step back, and looked at the dummy in front of him.

It looked the same as before, stiff, cold, and motionless.

"and then?"

Qi Qian turned to look at Wen Jianyan and asked.

Wen Jianyan pointed to the clothes that were blocking the glass door and said, "Take it off."

This command came without warning, and everyone couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Wait, so that's all we have to do to prepare?"

The nursery rhyme couldn't help but ask.

You must know that they only did two things from start to finish: put oil lamps and move dummies.

These two things don't seem to be related to each other, and don't seem to have a big deterrent function...is that enough?

Wen Jianyan: "Yes."

Even Qi Qian, who made the decision at the beginning, couldn't help but feel a little drum in his heart.

"Get back behind the counter as soon as possible after removing it."

The girl stood behind the counter, her soft-line face illuminated by the light, and her long black hair was pulled behind her ear, revealing a small white ear.

Her expression was so calm, there was hardly much emotion, the previous weakness and fear had faded away, and only a deep sea-like calm remained.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Is it my illusion? The anchor seems to be in control of the situation at once..."

"It's really aura..."

"The anchor is really too clear about what kind of personality to show under what circumstances. Now it is equivalent to everyone walking forward blindfolded. No one knows whether the next step will be an abyss, so you can see the anchor now. The way of speaking has changed, it is short, powerful, unquestionable, all imperative sentences one by one, completely unacceptable for refutation."

"Under this circumstance, I don't believe that anyone can walk without being led by his nose?"

Although there are still doubts in their hearts, things have already progressed to this point, and the anchors of the Dark Fire team can only bite the bullet and catch the ducks on the shelves.

They took a deep breath, raised their hands, and ripped off the clothes they had just glued on.

The glass is exposed.

Then, according to Wen Jianyan's instructions, several people hurriedly retreated to the back of the counter.

A dead silence.

The light in the oil lamp was still burning, and it continued to emit a faint light.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but stare at the glass door.

Behind the door was a bottomless darkness.

As the thin layer of fabric was torn off, the only means of defense against danger was to be destroyed by their own hands, and a strong sense of insecurity struck instantly, causing the heart to suddenly start beating wildly.

They know, at this moment, how conspicuous and conspicuous their storefront is to the "thing" lingering in the hall.

Like the only light that shines in the dark.

A steady stream of terrifying attraction is released outward, allowing those terrifying existences beyond human imagination to approach this direction step by step.

Waiting has become extremely torturous at this moment.

Every minute and every second is like dancing on the tip of a knife.

"Da da da……"

Stiff, rigid footsteps sounded in the dead silence, slowly walking towards this direction.

In an instant, everyone gasped for breath.

coming!

The sound of the footsteps was exactly the same as the one I remembered, and the interval between each step seemed to have been measured.

However, it is different from last time.

Although they knew how to stop the approaching footsteps, they couldn't do anything about it, and could only wait for the last moment.

"Da da da."

The footsteps are getting closer and closer...

Suddenly, the sound stopped in front of the glass door.

next second.

"Ring Ling."

The small copper bell hanging on the door shook, making a crisp and pleasant sound, but it sounded like a death knell.

The door was pushed open.

"call--"

A gust of cold wind swept in, and a stench of carrion poured in.

The flames on the copper candlestick jumped and began to shake violently.

The space behind the counter is not large, and everyone can only squeeze into it awkwardly, arms to arms, body to body, the chaotic heartbeats are mixed together, and it is almost impossible to tell who is from whom.

They could only stare at the direction from which the voice came from.

"Da da da."

The footsteps sounded again.

Something came in, but they saw nothing.

What followed was a darkness that suddenly poured into his shop from outside the door.

"Chichi!"

The light of the oil lamp jumped more violently, as if it was burning to the extreme under some kind of strange force, but the bright jump was completely unable to dispel the deepening blackness. On the contrary, although it was dim just now, it was still able to Filling the room with light, the area that could have been illuminated was forced to become less and less, and the closer it got.

Da da da.

In the boundless darkness, the only thing that can be heard is the constant, slowly approaching footsteps.

Clearer and louder.

In the end, it almost sounded as if it was close to my ear.

The footsteps stopped.

Park at the front of the store, closest to the counter.

The rancid smell was too heavy to breathe.

too dark.

Like sticky ink falling into the water, even though the oil lamp is still burning, the vision seems to be useless.

Even if they couldn't see anything, they were still very clear... "It" was standing in front of the counter, just a few steps away from themselves.

"..."

Heart beats faster, pupils dilate, sweat glands secrete.

Primal fear spreads in the air.

Swish, swish.

A thin rubbing sound rang in his ears.

The human brain is stimulated to the extreme at this moment, and countless strange and terrifying pictures are imagined.

Swish, swish.

For the anchors, there has never been a more tormented moment than now. All the senses have lost the meaning of existence, as if they are experiencing an endless fall.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded again, and everyone was shocked!

The alarm bell rang in the ear, but the body was rigidly bound by reason, and the current situation could only be judged by hearing——

The footsteps...seem...going out.

Stiff, rigid, slow, step by step toward the door.

"Ring Ling."

The crisp copper bell rang again.

It seemed that the glass door had been opened again.

The frantically jumping light of the oil lamp gradually stabilized, the ink-like darkness gradually dissipated from the shop, and the stench lingering on the nose gradually faded...

Soon, dim oil lights filled the room, and everyone regained their vision again.

The glass door was closed, and the copper bell on the door was still shaking slightly.

The huge shop was empty.

No one died.

At this moment, the tense breathing was finally released, and several people stood there, panting violently, almost feeling like the rest of their lives.

……ended?

Qi Qian's forehead was full of cold sweat.

He raised his eyes and looked around slowly.

There seems to be no difference between the shop in front of him and the one just now. The only difference is... Qi Qian was slightly startled, and his eyes fell on the dummy who had just been moved to the front of the shop.

The dummy is empty.

The clothes were taken away by someone unknown, leaving only the pale and hard plastic body.

On the ground in front of the dummy, there were a series of pitch-black footprints, like rotting corpse water, extending in from outside the door, exuding a faint, stench.

"Captain, look!"

The exclamation of a nursery rhyme came from the side.

Qi Qian turned his head to look.

In between, the nursery rhyme reached out, picked up something from the counter, and handed it to Qi Qian.

It was a piece of paper money that was burned for the dead, exactly the same as the coin that was obtained from another corpse earlier, and there was still rancid black water on it.

Wen Jianyan, who was on the side, breathed out slowly and without a trace. The fingers hanging by his side relaxed slightly, and the palm of his hand was cold and wet.

His guess was right.

The simpler the mechanism, the easier it is to be overlooked.

This is a department store full of shops, and according to the security guard, all their anchors are new employees, so as an employee, it is natural to run the store.

Lighting the oil lamp means opening the door to do business. Then, "customers" will come to the door, leave the coins, and take away the goods.

If you refuse, you will die.

Live by the rules.

Blocking the light just delays what really needs to be done.

The moment he saw the coin, Qi Qian was startled, his eyes widened slightly.

At that moment, he linked the clues and figured out the context.

……I see.

As anchors, they are too accustomed to dealing with wave after wave of attacking ghosts. Whether it is using props or talents, they can survive as long as they repel the attack.

This kind of experience orientation makes them fall into a state of darkness under the lights.

Qi Qian's eyes flickered strangely, and he turned to look at Su Cheng and Wen Jianyan, who were beside him.

Fortunately, someone woke them up so quickly from this obscure state, otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"..."

After experiencing it once in person, Qi Qian seemed to realize why the No. 34 called his teammates "the strongest prophet".

Wen Jianyan felt Qi Qian's gaze, but he didn't look back.

Although there are few hints given by NPC, there is a lot of information given through the mechanism in the entire [Prosperity Building] dungeon.

Whether it is the key that can open the door of the store, the oil lamp placed on the counter, or the human leather clothes hidden in countless ordinary clothes, they are all giving the same information.

When darkness comes, there is no doubt about death. However, the only lamp oil that can dispel the darkness is limited and cannot be replenished. In fact, the copy tells them in another language:

Doing nothing is just waiting to die, there is no way to live.

The logic chain is simple and clear, and, to be honest, it's not hard to guess.

On the contrary, the habitual awareness of senior anchors will prevent them from thinking in this direction.

However, even so, Wen Jianyan believes that it should not be long before other anchor teams will also react to this——

Of course, it may be after sacrificing a few teams or spending a few streamers' talent usage times.

Taking advantage of the fact that the Dark Fire team had no time to think about it, Wen Jianyan came to such an inference in advance, and one step ahead of everyone, skipping all the steps in the middle without explaining it, but killing it and the so-called "prophecy" tied together.

In this way, after all is over, the inertia of people's thinking will lead them to believe--

All this is due to prophecy.

After the crisis dissipated, except for Su Cheng and Wen Jianyan, several people left the excessively narrow counter one after another.

Wen Jianyan turned her head and hooked at Su Cheng.

Su Cheng's face turned pale. Although he remained calm, he had not recovered from the depressed state just now.

"What, what?"

Wen Jianyan leaned into his ear and muttered a few words in a low voice.

"what?"

Su Cheng was stunned for a moment: "Why?"

"Just in case." Wen Jianyan raised her hand and patted Su Cheng on the shoulder, "Anyway, just do as I say."

Su Cheng: "..."

Alas, forget it, my teammates are also old riddlers, just get used to it.

The two walked out of the counter one after the other.

"It's really possible..."

The nursery rhyme glanced out of the door with some shock, and there was still a look of shock on her face.

She turned her head to look at Su Cheng and said sincerely, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have questioned your prediction just now."

At this moment, An Xin came to Wen Jianyan's side again and said exaggeratedly:

"Speaking of which, Wen Wen, you are amazing."

The head of the girl in white drooped slightly, and the momentum that had just been calm enough to shock the audience seemed to have vanished in an instant. She pursed her lips a little embarrassedly, and said in a weak voice:

"No la……"

"No no, don't be humble."

An Xin's eyes flickered.

He always thought that the other party was just an extraordinarily beautiful, pity-worthy beauty. Even with what Zhang Yu said to him before, An Xin didn't care. After all, as a powerful and rare offensive talent, An Xin is somewhat arrogant.

No matter how strong can it be?

However, just when he saw that the other party really activated his talent and controlled everything, An Xin had a bright feeling for the first time.

Refine that feeling, probably...

Wow, so spicy! !

So, after all the dust settled, An Xin began to secretly flirt with girls again.

On the side, when a few people said something to me, Zhang Yu stood in the counter, looking down at the oil lamp in front of him.

I don't know if it's an illusion...

Compared with the beginning, the light always feels a lot darker.

He lowered his head, carefully opened the oil lamp shade, and looked in.

The next second, Zhang Yu's breath choked.

In the small container in the center of the oil lamp, there was only a very small part of the bottom of the lamp oil left.

Thinking of the excessively violent burning of the oil lamp when the "customer" entered just now...

Zhang Yu's heart suddenly tightened.

Does receiving customers also consume lamp oil? !

Just as he was thinking about it, the fire in front of him suddenly jumped up again! ! !

The flames exploded, shaking violently in front of Zhang Yu, almost exactly the same as the previous two times, that is to say...

Crunch, crunch.

A strange sound rang out in the silence.

Zhang Yu seemed to suddenly realize something, he raised his head suddenly, and looked in front of him in horror—

Crunch, crunch.

The pale dummy slowly turned its head, and the sunken eye sockets "looked" at Qi Qian, who was closest to him.

Losing the cover of the clothes, for it, it seems to have lost its restraint.

The dummy "lived" without warning.

Crunch, crunch.

It slowly reached out to Qi Qian, who knew nothing about it—

"Captain, be careful!!" Zhang Yu exclaimed in shock.

At this time, Qi Qian was looking down at the coin in his hand, as if he was thinking about something. Hearing Zhang Yu's words, he was startled and raised his head subconsciously.

"?"

In the next second, a sudden change will occur!

Su Cheng didn't know when he came to the glass door, and quickly opened the door: "Now!"

The whirring wind suddenly poured into it.

From behind, came the girl's soft but neat voice:

"Step aside!"

With the activation of the instinct trained by this copy, Qi Qian subconsciously turned to his side—

The next second, the plastic doll wiped his side and was kicked out!

Su Cheng quickly closed the door again.

The wind disappeared.

Under everyone's stunned gaze, the girl gently retracted a thin white leg, and even adjusted the hem of her skirt, regaining her weak and harmless appearance.

[Integrity First] The live broadcast room was also stunned by this series of operations:

"..."

"???"

"I'll go, so that's why the anchor asked these people to carry the dummy to the door!"

"No wonder, I just said why do you need to do this, and let the customer come in and take the goods directly, isn't it almost..."

"Damn it, this guy definitely found out that there was something wrong with the dummy. He guessed that something might happen after the human fur coat was taken away. It turned out that he was waiting for it here."

"I laughed so hard, the anchor even had time to activate a prop just now, didn't you find that he kicked this thing extraordinarily far?"

"Shit! I also used props... what a loss!"

outside the door.

The plastic doll twisted its body, stood up slowly, turned its head in the creaking sound, and faced the people inside the door with its blank face.

The darkness outside didn't seem to hold it in any way.

It took its stiff legs and slammed into the door.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The glass door was knocked open and slid inward. Su Cheng almost didn't block it and was almost knocked down: "Help!!"

"Quick! Use props! Block the door!" Qi Qian responded quickly.

For "customers" who want to enter the store, the rules of [Changsheng Building] make them unstoppable, but dummies are different! It can be completely blocked by props and manpower!

Soon, the glass door was tightly sealed with various props.

Although the sound of banging the door still sounded, it was unable to break through the defense of the glass door.

A dull crash sounded from outside.

But at least this wave is over.

Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, only to hear Zhang Yu's particularly stiff voice from behind: "Hey..."

Several people turned their heads and looked behind them.

Zhang Yu was holding the oil lamp in one hand, and his face was particularly ugly:

"Look at..."

He showed everyone the inside of the oil lamp.

After the "customer" patronized, the little lamp oil left was drastically reduced at this moment, and now only a thin layer remains.

That is, at most, it will only burn for a few more minutes before the lights go out.

And darkness also means that there are no preconditions and cannot be changed...

die.

Everyone's faces became equally ugly.

How could this be?

The entire [Prosperity Building] is facing an absolute mortal situation!

When everyone's hearts are sinking to the bottom.

Suddenly, a crisp phone ring cut through the dead silence.

"Ring bell bell!"

The voice was particularly abrupt in the darkness, and everyone trembled in their hearts and looked at it subconsciously.

That is……

The desk phone on the counter looked so old and dusty that no one thought it would actually ring.

but. Now is not the time to hesitate.

Qi Qian strode forward, raised his hand and answered the phone.

"Sha... Shasha..."

A strange electric sound came from the microphone.

A stiff and eerie human voice sounded, distorted by the current, and said word by word:

"Congratulations on your achievement."

Performance...?

Wen Jianyan was slightly startled.

A picture suddenly flashed in my mind.

The gray lobby and patio, the real height can not be clearly seen overhead, as if the high-rise floors extend infinitely upwards

He suddenly realized... All the anchor teams, the keys drawn are the first floor.

But the Prosperity Building has more than one floor.

The stiff voice continued:

"Do you want to open the way to the second floor?"