Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 212

Almost only in an instant, the darkness that could not penetrate a trace of light shrouded the world outside the glass door, and the miserable cold air escaped from the door to the door.

Inside the blackened lampshade, a faint flame flickered, barely illuminating the store.

Although it was not the first time, everyone still couldn't help but feel their heart skip a beat.

"it's dark."

Qi Qian's eyes sank: "Everyone is ready."

Due to the previous experience on the first floor, after a few people squeezed into the narrow counter at the fastest speed, they stood within the range covered by the lights.

The next thing to do is to wait.

The atmosphere became depressed.

Outside the blurred glass door is the darkness that can't be seen, like water stained with ink, and the store is dead silent. This small area that is barely illuminated has become the only safe place in danger.

Several people stared at the door, subconsciously holding their breath slightly, waiting quietly.

"Ring Ling."

In the distance, the crisp bell rang, which seemed particularly abrupt in the black water-like silence, as if it was a symbol of the opening of the killing.

Everyone was heartbroken.

It seems that "customers" are starting to patronize.

After what happened on the first floor before, they now know the whole process like the back of their hand.

The oil lamp is a symbol of the opening of the store. Customers enter the store to "buy" goods. During this period, although the lamp oil will be burnt and consumed, the anchors who are store clerks are not in danger.

The real danger begins after the customer leaves the store.

But... according to Nightmare's conventions, as time goes by, the difficulty of the floor will increase with it.

Therefore, although they are still fully prepared this time, and even activate the host's psychic talent, and select products that may have problems in advance, even if they have done this, no one can guarantee that in the process What new mistakes will appear.

"Ring Ling."

The new bell rang from the other direction.

Several people's eyes flashed and they looked at each other.

It seems that the visiting pattern of "customers" on the first floor was broken, or...the number of "customers" in the store on the second floor increased?

In any case, this proved their previous guess was correct.

It is not necessarily that the later the number drawn, the safer.

In the dungeon of [Prosperity Building], luck is not the decisive factor. To be precise, as the floor rises, everyone is equally dangerous.

In the dead silent shop, everyone held their breaths.

"Da da da."

Familiar footsteps approached from the darkness.

--coming!

Everyone's mind was condensed, and all their attention was instantly raised, staring at the darkness outside the door, waiting for the customer to come to the door.

The stiff, steady, rigid footsteps got closer and closer, and the thick darkness approached.

"Ring Ling."

The glass door was pushed open, and the small copper bell hanging on the door shook, which shocked everyone.

A cold, stench of wind swept through the door.

Among the oil lamps that were welded to death on the stage, the weak flame jumped violently, and several people could almost hear the crackling sound of its frantic burning, but the area shrouded in light was gradually suppressed by darkness.

The "customer" walked in.

"Da da da."

The "customer" walked into the store step by step. The moment it passed in front of the counter, the temperature in the air dropped sharply, and everyone could clearly feel that the hairs on their arms were standing up.

Even if he knew that he was probably safe now, that creepy physiological reaction could not be suppressed.

Wait, keep waiting.

As a rule of thumb, "customers" should stop at the shelves they've purposely emptied to pick up what they need.

The footsteps gradually moved away from the counter.

One click, two clicks, three clicks, and gradually crossed the frontmost shelf, and seemed to be walking towards the depths of the store step by step.

How could this be? !

Several other people suffocated, and at the same time showed a look of astonishment.

Wen Jianyan couldn't help but sank.

In fact, before the darkness came, he had already noticed something a little wrong... He didn't think that the second floor could easily let the anchors pass the level based on the previous experience, but what he didn't expect was that their arrangement Totally useless?

And the nursery rhyme standing behind the counter had her pupils constricted and she could hardly believe her ears.

That is to say... none of the radios she chose by activating her talent before were the real target of the customer? !

how is this possible? !

The footsteps stopped suddenly.

The sudden silence of death made everyone's heart tremble.

"Da da da."

The footsteps sounded again, but this time, they were walking straight towards the counter.

The intervals between each stroke were exactly the same, as if they had been calculated accurately, stepping on the crowd's gradually violent heartbeat, and soon, the footsteps stopped in front of the counter.

The flame in the oil lamp pulsated with a "beep", making a violent burning sound. The seemingly bright flame was extremely weak in the excessively thick darkness around it, and it could only barely shroud the few people behind the counter. .

Evil darkness eroded.

As the footsteps approached, the smell of the putrid corpse gradually became stronger, to the point of almost disgusting.

Under the horrified gaze of everyone, a pale hand stretched out from the darkness.

It was the hand of a dead man who knew just by looking at it.

The skin is blue and white and loose, the nails are terrifying blue-black, and the backs of the hands are full of rotting corpse spots, exuding a strong rotten smell.

The hand slowly pressed on the table.

Everyone almost forgot to breathe, and could only stare at the dead man's palm. After just a few seconds, the hand slowly retracted.

"Da da da."

The footsteps sounded again.

This time, it didn't stop and walked straight towards the door.

The glass door was pulled open, the cold wind poured in, and the copper bell hanging on the door made a crisp sound.

The "customer" leaves.

With the disappearance of "it", the darkness and rancid smell gradually faded away, the burning rate of the oil lamp gradually became stable, and the faint yellow light filled the entire storefront.

On the table illuminated by the light, there is a blue-black palm print, and in the center of the palm print is a flat coin.

The customer left the money and took the goods.

However, no one dared to relax.

They know that the real danger is just beginning.

At the moment when the darkness was dissipated, several people immediately turned their heads and hurriedly looked towards the shelves that had just been arranged-what happened next made everyone take a deep breath.

The shelves... are empty.

All the radios they had chosen had disappeared, leaving only an empty shelf that stood out in the huge store.

Not a single one remains.

"Isn't it? All were bought?!" An Xin said in astonishment.

Wen Jianyan shook her head and pointed to the desktop:

"There is only one coin."

"Then..." An Xin scratched his head: "Maybe the prices in their ghost world are different from ours?"

"No, Wen Wen is right."

Qi Qian interrupted An Xin's words.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the darkness not far away, his expression solemn and gloomy, "The footsteps of the 'customer' just now did not stop in front of the shelf we chose, but walked towards the back of the store. Go, that is, the item it looks at is at the back, not the front.”

"Quick, act separately," Qi Qian said. "We must find all the radios that have disappeared and the locations of the radios bought by customers as quickly as possible."

Although he commanded so on his mouth, he was also unsure in his heart.

It seems that the experience of going up a floor is almost completely ineffective on this floor.

Clothes were bought, so the dummies started killing people, but... any goods in this layer do not need to be relied on. If they are bought, they are bought, so how do they kill people?

Plus……

Their previous attempts to nip danger in its cradle failed.

Although nursery rhyme used talent, her efforts did not get what she deserved, the goods selected by the "customer" were not in these radios, and all these selected radios disappeared when the customer left!

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes.

I always feel that... there seems to be some secret that he hasn't discovered yet.

While he was contemplating, several people had already begun to rush into the store, shuttling between the shelves, looking for clues that they had ignored.

Wen Jianyan did the same.

According to his own memory, he walked towards the place where the sound finally disappeared, and his eyes hurriedly glanced at the countless radios of different sizes and colors in front of him, trying to find some clues.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan's eyes were drawn to the corner of the shelf.

A square brown radio, lying quietly among a pile of radios, looks so familiar...

Wen Jianyan frowned.

Is this... the radio in his hand when the nursery rhyme finally came out?

He walked in the direction of the radio, reached out carefully, and pulled it out of it.

At this moment, the sound of the machine running suddenly sounded from behind.

It was very clear, as if it sounded behind the ear.

"Shasha...Dear audience friends, good evening, I'm your old friend...Shasha..."

It was a deep male voice, using a very standard broadcasting tone, "...The weather is good tonight, tomorrow will be... rustling... It's a sunny day..."

The voice sounded abruptly in the dead silence, almost tingling the scalp.

Wen Jianyan's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly looked behind her.

A pitch-black radio was placed on the second floor, and the small red light above was flickering, and it suddenly started to operate for some unknown reason.

"I believe everyone should be waiting by the radio by now, . 

"Zizi..."

At this moment, a slight electric current sounded from Wen Jianyan's hand.

An eerie whisper sounded in the brown radio, as if it was close to his ear:

"You will all die here."