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Chapter 355 Prosperity Hotel

Chapter 353

at the same time.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room, on the huge screen, a few words continued to flash:

[Signal has been lost]

Staring at the blackened screen, a commotion grew:

"Why is the anchor offline?"

"died?"

"Impossible, if you die, the live broadcast will be cut off directly, not like it is now."

"What do you mean the signal is recovering! How come Nightmare has been in such a situation recently!! I'm mad at me!!"

"I'm really going to scold my mother, hurry up and restore the signal! I was having a good time watching it, but suddenly the screen goes black. Nightmare really doesn't work, dare you to fix your server!"

"Complain, I want to complain!"

It seemed to sense the impatience of the audience, and soon, the text on the screen changed:

[Signal reconnection, please wait...]

In the narrow corridor, a group of anchors stood at one end, watching vigilantly at the white-skirted girl who suddenly appeared not far away.

She was wet all over, her long black hair hung down in strands, clinging to her pale, bloodless cheeks, her thin skirt outlined her beautiful figure, and the wet and cold water dripped from the corners of her skirt and the ends of her hair. It fell, and soon left a small, dark stain of smearing on the carpet.

She slightly widened her dark eyes and looked in the direction of the others in a panic, looking particularly pitiful, weak and lovable.

However, the anchors not far away did not seem to relax their vigilance because of this.

They frowned and looked over:

"Are you the host?"

The girl nodded vigorously.

As if afraid of other people's suspicion, he hurriedly said: "I, I can show you my anchor interface..."

She was interrupted halfway through her words.

One of the anchors glanced at the empty corridor behind Wen Jianyan and asked:

"What about your other teammates?"

As if not responding, the girl was startled.

It was an empty and bewildered look, as if the calm water surface was suddenly broken by a stone, and became overwhelmed. The silt swelled up little by little.

"them……"

She gritted her teeth: "They were left on that street."

that street.

These three words seemed to trigger some keywords, and the anchors in front of them looked at each other and exchanged glances.

"Did you find that street?"

"……right."

The girl folded her hands and nodded with difficulty.

"I, I was the only one who escaped."

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, her eyes fell on a small carpet not far away, her wet eyelashes covered her eyes.

Pretending to be harmless is his specialty.

However, no one knows better than Wen Jianyan that in nightmares, "poor", "innocent" and "beautiful" are all useless, at most they are just a factor that may interfere with other people's subconscious judgments, but they cannot be controlled , and even determine the development direction of the event, no one will be sympathetic to a certain anchor because of his adorable appearance.

Only value is the hard currency here.

Showing harmlessness is just painless. It may be successful, but it will be the first step to fail with a high probability. Showing your usefulness is the first card that Wen Jianyan really plays.

The easiest and most direct way is to reveal some... key information.

It cannot be leaked, otherwise it will lose its use value, covering half of it and revealing half of it is the most beneficial word for liars. As long as the key words are identified, the imagination of others will always be the best partner.

But the question is, what kind of keywords to choose?

After all, according to Wen Jianyan's guess, his current location is in the real Xingwang Hotel.

But for the time being, he has no way to make an immediate judgment. Is the place where he is now really going back to the past... The reason can still operate with logic and give feedback according to the actions of the intruder.

To determine which type it is, more information must be obtained.

There was a big difference between the former thriving hotel and the current thriving hotel.

The former Xingwang Hotel dungeon was not just an ordinary A-level dungeon, but also did not have elements such as confrontation and faction battles - of course, it was precisely because of this thought that Wen Jianyan would act decisively. Leave the room, enter the corridor, and face the strange anchor.

The level of the hosts who can enter the A-level dungeons will not be too high. At the same time, strictly speaking, there is not such a strong confrontation and competition between them. Therefore, the wariness between the hosts will not be so strong, and it is possible to cooperate. Sex will also be higher.

But the problem also exists.

Due to differences in copy, keywords that show value should be chosen carefully.

"Well" and "Woman in White"?

This idea was quickly rejected by Wen Jianyan.

It's not an appropriate option.

In particular, Wen Jianyan's initial suspicions have not been dispelled.

If "Well" and "Woman in White" are all clues that nightmares were deliberately created in the fake Prosperity Hotel copy to guide him into the real hotel, then, in the real copy, this The status of the two may not be as important as imagined.

What, then, is equally important in true and false copies?

There is only one answer.

The street that leads to nothingness.

It is the only area that Nightmare cannot fully control. Otherwise, the corpses of the streamers who once died here will not appear in such a grand manner. In this area, the boundaries between mirror images and mirror images are blurred because of this. It can even be broken at will, not to mention that a certain evil god's fragment is still in it.

Therefore, that street became the foundation of the lie that Wen Jianyan chose.

Obviously, based on the reactions of the anchors in front of him, it can be seen that he made the right choice.

"How did you get out of that street alive by yourself?" one of the anchors asked, frowning even tighter, looking at the slender, weak girl in front of her.

"This……"

Wen Jianyan seemed to hesitate for a moment.

He took a deep breath, as if making up his mind: "If I tell you, can I act with you next?"

The anchors looked at each other again.

Surprisingly, they replied:

"We can't decide this matter."

"However," the person who just asked the question spoke again, looking at Wen Jianyan: "If your answer is valuable, I can take you to see our captain. Whether you can act with us or not is up to him. ."

Although it was not exactly what Wen Jianyan expected at the beginning, it was enough.

"I used my talent to discover some of the secrets of that street."

Wen Jian said.

talent?

The anchors not far away were all refreshed.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Jianyan took out a crumpled piece of paper and unfolded it to the people in front of him.

It was a painting that seemed to have been made by a child, with messy, crooked lines covering the entire sheet of paper, and only some vague patterns on it could be discerned.

Like a shopping street.

In one corner of the painting, the messy lines suddenly increased, superimposed in circles, forming a dark, bottomless black hole.

This is what he got from Rui Rui.

In the corridor before, after he borrowed it to look at it, he kept forgetting to return it.

Of course, they quickly left the corridor next, and naturally the blueprint was no longer needed, so it was kept by Wen Jianyan until now.

Even the picture of reading and writing that Rui Rui drew by the well later was still in his pocket.

"Your talent is..."

"Read and write."

Wen Jianyan "borrowed" Rui Rui's talent without any guilt, and explained without changing her face:

"I can spy on the secret by reading and writing, and the clues on this painting, only I can answer."

Next, Wen Jianyan skipped some key information, briefly summarized his escape process, and told it in a painless way:

"...Later, I used props to disguise myself as a dead person, and then I managed to leave that street."

Lies, of course, have to be half-truths to be effective.

Not only will there be no possibility of being dismantled, but it will be more effective to use,

"..."

Hearing this, the expressions of several anchors not far away were shaken.

They looked at each other and talked in low voices for a while, then seemed to finally make up their minds.

One of them raised his head, and the expression on his face has obviously eased.

He waved to Wen Jianyan:

"Okay, come with us."

Look, that's not it.

Wen Jianyan chuckled in his heart.

But on the face, he looked surprised and happy, and looked grateful, stumbled, and followed him at a trot: "Really, really? Thank you!"

"Don't rush to thank you, the captain hasn't agreed yet."

said the man.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room.

The huge screen flickered, and among the countless snowflakes, the live broadcast finally reluctantly resumed.

"Damn, it's finally connected. I'm really convinced. I've never been so angry after watching the live broadcast for so long."

"This picture quality... Forget it, just look at some."

sizzle... sizzle.

In a burst of noise, the picture on the screen, although blurred, gradually became recognizable.

"Ah? How did it become the inside of the hotel? What's the situation?"

"And why did the anchor suddenly use the appearance?? Nightmare, can your system work? If you can't do it, don't do it. It's just too cheap."

"It's only been disconnected for ten minutes... Why does it seem like I skipped a century??"

"And who is the person in front of the anchor, why don't I remember..."

"I feel a little familiar, strange, is it the anchor who appeared before? Which camp?"

Just when the barrage was in chaos, trying to figure out what was going on, at this moment, in the slightly flickering, floating picture due to signal interference, the girl raised her wet eyes slightly and looked at the person in front of her. .

The blush of joy on her face didn't fade away, and she whispered, "No... still, thank you anyway."

The man's eyes flickered a little, and he said in a low voice, "It's okay."

"..."

[Integrity First] The live broadcast room was silent for a few seconds after a long absence.

"As soon as the signal was restored, I saw that the anchor was lying."

"As soon as the signal is restored, I see that the anchor is deceiving people's feelings."

"As soon as the signal is restored, I see the anchor pretending to be innocent while deceiving people!!!"

"So when are you going to lie to me!!!"

Under the leadership of these anchors, Wen Jianyan walked forward.

As he walked, he quietly surveyed his surroundings.

Although everything was very similar to the Xingwang Hotel where he was, it was as if it was carved out of a mold, but as someone who had the map firmly in his mind, Wen Jianyan still found clues.

The layout is different.

He turned his head and listened intently to the conversations of the anchors, trying to absorb the information, while occasionally chatting with the anchors next to him who were clearly showing signs of softening, and slipping information from their mouths without a trace.

Because Wen Jianyan knows too little about the current "Xingwang Hotel", and this copy has been advanced to the later stage, most of the questions cannot be asked clearly. More clues.

However, even so, it is limited.

"By the way, there's something I'm curious about."

The anchor turned his head, his eyes fell on Wen Jianyan's body, and asked a little inadvertently:

"Why are you wet?"

"?!"

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank, almost showing a look of astonishment.

He habitually controlled his reaction, and his eyes quickly turned around the few people in front of him - each of them was dry and clean, and there was no trace of rain.

Even after changing out of wet clothes, the hair should not be able to dry immediately.

That is to say...

A very unexpected conclusion emerged.

——In the real thriving hotel copy, there is no rain.

Wen Jianyan raised her hand, pulled her wet hair behind her ear, and said softly:

"This is a side effect of the props I activated. Covering the whole body with a water film can cover up the smell of living people, so I can walk out of that street alive."

"Oh." The anchor nodded, apparently accepting the answer and not asking any further.

At this time, the group had arrived at the elevator entrance.

One of them raised his hand and pressed the elevator's up button, and they began to wait for the elevator to arrive.

Wen Jianyan stood at the end of the line and lowered her eyes slightly to hide the complicated look in her eyes.

So far, Wen Jianyan has only understood two pieces of information:

First, to be able to advance the dungeon unlocking degree to "100", there is only one so-called "ceremony", and the ceremony is obviously related to the street leading to another world, otherwise, these anchors will not be in his proposal. information time. give such an exact response.

second……

The "rain" that exists as a key element in the false [Xingwang Hotel] did not exist in the initial A-level dungeon...

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Fuck, I seem to know why I think these people are familiar..."

"Um?"

"I'm grass, I'm grass, I'm grass!"

"Uh-huh?"

"But that's not right...they should have died long ago..."

"If you have something to say, don't be a riddleman!"

Soon, only with a "ding" sound, the elevator arrived.

The elevator door opened in front of several people.

However, unexpectedly, the elevator is not empty.