Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 369

The gentleman and his party quickly headed towards Room 103.

"strangeness, "

One of the teammates seemed a little confused: "Since the opponent has the opportunity to subdue the captain, why not just kill the captain and end the match immediately? Wouldn't it be unnecessary to ask us to get the key?"

He guessed:

"Could it be the group of people who didn't become regular employees—"

"Huh, them?" The other person sneered, with a contemptuous look on his face: "If they had the ability to find the [lock] and control the captain, they wouldn't have gotten the badge of a regular employee until now."

"really……"

The man was startled.

"Furthermore, according to the captain's temperament and methods, if he is facing an opponent who is not threatening, he can directly strike first and grab the [lock] from the opponent's hand," one of them said, "So, the opponent There must be a lot of weight, the red side has weight, only that Pinocchio and Snow White."

The gentleman listened to their conversation without speaking.

In fact, he has his own judgment in mind.

In the previous confrontation, although the red team uncharacteristically took the initiative to attack them, and even succeeded in dispersing their team just now, but under the seemingly unstoppable appearance, the gentleman was keenly aware of the hidden difference in it.

This is not the behavior of the liar who played their people around in the previous multiple instances,

Of course, it's also possible that this is a hoax he used to hide people's ears, but the gentleman has an intuition--

This time, the person sitting in the center is not the No. 08 they know well.

Of course, he was definitely not dead, he just left the team temporarily.

This dungeon is just a faction battle for the vast majority of streamers. For them, it is a secret match, and No. 08 Pinocchio and the former No. 08 Anis are competing at both ends of the ring. player.

Regardless of which of them dies, the match will directly announce the result.

However, until now, the gentleman has not received a similar message.

There is no captain on the red side, and the threat is more than half small.

According to the gentleman's observation, the Red Party did not take similar measures as they did to strictly control the number of regular employees, but instead attracted and organized a large number of anchors.

You must know that this group of people are the backup "ingredients" for the dungeon. No matter whether the competition is over or not, once the dungeon develops to the last step, they will all die.

Therefore, they trapped Anis on their side and tried to threaten them with handing over the keys.

Only in this way can they win the copy under the premise of winning over most people.

Since Pinocchio did not intervene in this incident, they were much more comfortable in their actions.

However, even so, seniors like him will not let their guard down.

The gentleman opened his palm, and a brass key emerged in his hand.

This is not the real thing, but a fake key that he re-engraved with props.

He was ready to act on the opposite side's intentions, using the fake key to relax the other side's vigilance, and finally cooperated with Anis and reaps the benefits.

"Coming."

He turned his head slightly, his eyes fell on the house number next to him, and said.

The front is 103.

However, at this moment, there was a strange and hurried footstep sound in a corridor that was inserted diagonally.

"?!"

The gentleman was startled, he subconsciously tightened his body, and instantly understood the current situation.

It's the red team!

Ambushed!

When he realized the identity of the people who came, the other party obviously also noticed them.

In the dark and narrow corridor, the two opposing sides meet.

The atmosphere was cold and tense, with a strong smell of gunpowder, and there was no warning that the confrontation would come.

"Zizi-"

The overhead lights made a weak electric sound, which exploded under the interference of various props, and the narrow corridor quickly fell into darkness that could not be seen.

It was a melee that neither side expected.

The red side is concerned that Wen Jianyan is in the opponent's hands, and the black side is also concerned about the team leader who is controlled by the opponent, so no one dares to kill.

Due to the absence of the captains of both sides and the lack of key information, the battle on both sides seemed to be constrained, and all the threatening items and talents were not dared to be displayed.

The confrontation started quickly and ended without any warning. The whole process was very short, and it was more like a trial than a battle.

In the fleeting confrontation, the two sides quickly distanced themselves.

"Get out first."

The gentleman reacted quickly.

In such a situation of being ambushed, they do not know the deployment of the opposite party, nor the intention of the other party. Therefore, as the ambushed party, the best way is to leave the battlefield as soon as possible, regroup, and

"Yes!"

The team members around him responded.

Although the number of members of the red team is much larger than them, the black team has rich combat experience after all. Whether it is props or other resource storage and allocation, they are far stronger than the red team, although due to the gap in the number of people, they cannot Win directly, but if their goal is to withdraw, then the red side is still far from being able to keep them strong.

Soon, taking advantage of the complicated corridor terrain, the gentleman took the team away from the right and wrong.

The red team and their crazy interim captain were left behind and couldn't catch up for a while.

After confirming safety, they stopped.

"What's going on?" The team members frowned and looked at the gentleman on the side: "Why were we ambushed by the red team just now?"

It is normal to encounter the red team, but the attack on the opposite side without hesitation is really unexpected.

There was no attempt to negotiate, and no attempt to make them hand over the keys...

It all seemed so weird.

"Could it be that... everything is a trap?"

One of the team members guessed with a gloomy expression: "Their purpose is not actually the key, but to lure us over to catch us all?"

"Speaking of which, there is something strange,"

One person covered his right arm with one hand, the sleeve fabric was torn, and the wound below was scratched by thorns dripping with blood.

He frowned and said:

"When I was just approaching the enemy, the crazy woman across from me asked me where is their captain..."

The gentleman's brow furrowed sharply.

What's the meaning?

Why does the red team feel that their captain is in their hands?

The hallway was damp, and the gloomy environment made the scalp tingle.

The gentleman frowned deeply.

The pleasant feeling of just receiving the news from Anis has cooled down, and the suspicion has congealed into cold cement, and it has fallen heavily in my heart.

He smelled an ominous breath in it.

Contradictory statements, missing information, confusing situations...

Everything seemed very familiar.

Before entering the dungeon, the gentleman once found all the anchors who had played against Pinocchio in the oracle, and used his various channels to understand and analyze this mysteriously rising rookie for a long time. After analyzing the behavior of this guy, even so, after entering the dungeon, he was played twice in a row.

The gentleman's vigilance towards Pinocchio has already been mentioned as the highest.

He was keenly aware that behind this chaos, there was a shadowy manipulator lurking.

"……Pinocchio."

The gentleman narrowed his eyes and spat out his opponent's name word by word.

"What?" Everyone around was startled.

The gentleman did not explain.

He stretched out his hand, and the replica prop took effect again, and soon, a series of brass keys appeared in his hand.

"Take one each."

Now that the mastermind behind the scenes has been identified, then the degree of vigilance must be raised to the highest level, and all the following matters must be handled with the highest vigilance, without giving that person the slightest chance to take advantage.

The gentleman narrowed his eyes, and for the first time took off his fake smiley face, looking gloomy and serious.

Suddenly, a surprised voice came from behind:

"Mr. Gentleman?!"

"?!"

Everyone was startled, turned their heads suddenly, and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

"It's Black's anchor."

A team member whispered in the gentleman's ear.

"Mr. Gentleman, Mr. Anis has been waiting for you for a long time!" The man stepped forward quickly with a look of joy on his face, "Just-"

"Catch him," said the gentleman coldly.

"Wait, wait a minute—"

The man showed a horrified expression, and in the blink of an eye, he was controlled and held firmly in place.

"Mr. gentleman, what is this for? We are on the same team!"

While he was explaining in a panic, someone had already found Black's chest badge from him and handed it to the gentleman.

The gentleman lowered his head and glanced at the red letter on a black background, which belonged to the badge of a regular employee of the Black side.

That's right.

"Where's the phone?"

he asks.

The teammate handed the phone to the gentleman.

"Untie." The gentleman looked down at the man and ordered.

The anchor shivered and opened the lock screen.

Yes, it does belong to the black camp.

Only now did the gentleman confirm his identity, and nodded to the people next to him, asking him to release them.

The man stood up tremblingly, with a startled look on his face: "What, what's going on?"

"Why don't you tell me."

The gentleman stepped forward, and there was an invisible sense of oppression on his smiling face all the year round.

Now, the man is also confused:

"Wait a minute, didn't Mr. Anis tell you to come? He caught the Red Captain who was trying to pretend to be him—"

……what?

Everyone was startled.

The strange thing is that this sentence is in line with the red team who met on a narrow road before.

According to both parties, Pinocchio was caught, and Anis was the one who had the upper hand.

"Where?" asked the gentleman.

"Yes, here."

The man turned around and hurriedly led the way.

The gentleman and his party looked at each other and followed.

Soon, after turning a corner, the members of Black's team led them to the door of a room. The other members of his team were waiting at the door. After seeing the gentleman and his party, they were all very happy: "You finally came. It's gone!"

"Check the identities of each of them."

said the gentleman.

He'd heard of Pinocchio's "great exploits," so he would never travel in such a place.

The teammates immediately stepped forward and confirmed the camp on everyone's mobile phone.

It's all black.

"Mr. Gentleman, what are you doing?" Doubts filled everyone's faces, and one of them said, "Didn't Mr. Anis tell you to come here? We caught the captain of the Red Team—"

"..."

The gentleman stared at the house number without saying a word, his face uncertain.

\u0026

Not 103.

It is different from what is said in the information.

"So, Captain Red Fang is inside?" The gentleman asked, looking at the person who spoke.

"That's right."

The man nodded hurriedly, reached out and pushed open the door.

The room was dark, and there was a damp smell.

An empty chair was placed in the center of the room, and Anis with a gloomy face stood beside him. His face was pale, and he held his injured palm with one hand. .

He was the only one in the room.

"You are too late," he said.

"That guy ran away." Anis said, clenching his fists through gritted teeth.

"What happened?" the gentleman asked quietly.

"That guy pretended to be me and tied me up with this group of people with no brains," said Anis' gloomy gaze swept over the members of the black party who were standing not far from the door, " He said he needed the keys, so I sent you a message, but before you came, I had recovered and took the opportunity to escape."

As if being poked in a sore foot, Anis's face was even more ugly: "I didn't expect to run away for him."

"However, it's not without good news."

He raised his hand, tossed and caught the black cube in his hand, and giggled: "At least I got the [lock] before he escaped."

After finishing speaking, Anis turned to look at the gentleman: "Where's the key, is it still with you?"

"..."

The gentleman's eyes narrowed sharply.

The moment he heard the word "key", an alarm bell rang in his mind.

"certainly."

he answered.

"Give it to me." Anis held out his hand.

"Yes, yes," said the gentleman with a sly smile, "but, before that, I still need you to prove my identity."

The current situation is too chaotic, every information they get is misplaced, according to the words of the black team and the red team they met on the road, they have caught the real red team leader, but according to the information in the room According to "Anis", the person who was caught was actually him, and it was the captain of the red team who organized all this.

I can't even believe the message that Anis sent before...

The address given to them in the message is 103, but his real location is indeed 121 in another corridor.

And the current "Anis" deity also said that his mobile phone was stolen, not only could he not be able to prove his identity, but even the original message might not have been sent by him.

Each piece of information completely denies the conclusion given by the previous piece of information, and each piece of information is fighting each other, pulling them in two completely different directions.

Someone is lying.

More than one person is lying.

Everyone has suspicions, and no one's words are credible.

Apparently everyone else, except the gentleman, thought the same thing.

Behind him, all the team members were tense, and they seemed to be extra vigilant and cautious, as if they might attack at any time.

"you do not believe me?"

Anis' face sank.

"No," the gentleman shook his head, still with that impeccable smile on his face, "just to make sure that he wouldn't be tricked again."

"..."

Anis touched his pocket, suddenly silent for a moment, and gritted his teeth viciously: "That guy took my phone."

"I see," said the gentleman's smile, which became more elusive.

Those who knew him well knew that such an expression meant that his defenses were higher at this moment.

"you drive."

Anis frowned irritably. He raised his hand and threw the square black box away.

The gentleman was startled for a moment, but he reacted quickly and raised his hand to catch the black box that was thrown to him.

Under the dim light, the black box glowed with a strange color. It felt cold and hard to the touch, and it was heavy in the palm of your hand.

"..."

The gentleman raised his eyes, glanced at Anis, and stretched out his hand to the person beside him.

The man quickly understood, took out the real brass key from his personal pocket, and handed it to the gentleman.

The gentleman took the key and inserted it into the keyhole.

does not match.

The key was inserted halfway and was stuck in the center of the half.

"It's fake." The gentleman raised the corner of his mouth, showed a smile that was not unexpected, and handed back the key.

"what?!"

Anis, who was not far away, was startled, with a shocked expression on his face.

Soon, he reacted, and his expression quickly became gloomy: "That bitch..."

At this moment, a black anchor pushed the door in a panic and rushed in: "Yes, it is the red! They have caught up!"

He panted, "They, they asked us to hand over their captain—"

At the moment when his voice fell, the people from the red side had come quietly.

The icy thorns penetrated through the gaps in the walls, and the corridor was blocked by chains. With a few bangs, the light bulbs above exploded, and darkness came instantly.

The gentleman suddenly realized:

"Be careful, shrink the camp!"

The chaos of the situation and the unknown authenticity of his teammates raised his vigilance to the highest level, and he was even more reluctant to have a conflict with the opponent in this situation, otherwise, it would be them who would be attacked both internally and externally.

Messy footsteps echoed in the darkness, props being activated, and shouts from far and near.

The melee started.

Whether it is a corridor or a room, the area is very narrow, people are shoulder to shoulder, their bodies are colliding, and their sight is blinded.

In the nerve-wracking, inescapable darkness, no one heard, a thin "click" sounded in the corner.

*

In an empty hallway.

With the removal of the invisibility prop, a person's figure was revealed.

Wen Jianyan walked slowly in the corridor, he looked down at the black box that had been opened in his hand, and whistled happily.

Great.

That's it.

[Integrity First] The live broadcast room fell into a strange silence,

"..."

"..."

"...Nothing to say friends."

"I really didn't expect that after being cheated 800 times, the other side will still be cheated once in the eighth white zero. I really doubt that there is a script in it!!!!"

"However, I have to be fair, you didn't realize that the reason Black let the anchor succeed this time was because he was too vigilant?"

In fact, this is the basic principle of Wen Jianyan's action.

After being deceived too many times, the Black team is no longer easy to deceive. In addition, this time there is a gentleman who is familiar with his style. Those tricks he used to play in the past, as long as they are taken out, they will face A crisis that must be seen through.

So Wen Jianyan decided to do the opposite.

Since Black is very vigilant towards him, it is better to be vigilant.

He gave the wrong room number, arranged the "encounter" between Black and Red, and even blatantly made the other party aware of [himself]'s existence, just to tell them that every step you encounter next, There may be my involvement.

The information of the black side, the information of the red side, the information from his own teammates, the information from Anis who does not know the truth or the fake, each one deviates from the previous one, each one hides lies, they conflict with each other, fight each other, All these messages are projected into the eyes of the Black team whose vigilance has been raised to the extreme, and a result is bound to be obtained:

No one can be trusted.

They don't believe in anyone they meet, they don't believe in every word they hear, their nerves are so tense that any hint of trouble will make them suspicious, thinking that there are hidden traps and conspiracies.

In this case, the more information they receive and the more people they encounter, the more they can't deal with it, and the more they can't resist. Because every piece of information has to be carefully explored for true and false, they will be too entangled in every detail, so Exhausted, he ignored the elephant in the room.

——Wen Jianyan didn't need to "get the key" from the beginning, he just needed to borrow it and use it.

So, he only needs to do two things.

First, confirm the authenticity of the key.

This may seem like the easiest thing to do, but it's actually the hardest.

When the gentleman realizes that he is involved in the whole thing, he will inevitably lock all his attention and precautions on the [key] itself.

Since there is this premise, then the two methods of "taking the initiative to negotiate with Black as the kidnapper, and exchanging Anis' life for the key" and "disguising as Anis himself and touching the key when the other party relaxes their vigilance" are two methods. Absolutely unreliable, if he uses the first method, then the gentleman will never hand over the real key.

Wen Jianyan was alone in the Dragon Pool and Tiger's Den. The anchor of the black team only followed him by mistakenly believing that he was Anis. Once this lie was exposed, he would definitely be eaten to the death without turning over at all. Chance.

The second method is even less likely to succeed.

As the vice-chairman of the oracle, the gentleman probably already knows his behavior very well. Once he asks for the [key], the vigilance of the other party will increase immediately.

Therefore, Wen Jianyan adopted the third method.

After getting Anis' mobile phone, he gave Anis a chance to get out of trouble.

And, in the process, he left behind a replica.

As the only person left in the room, Anis will definitely bear all the suspicions of his teammates. By then, there will be no quickest means of proving his identity. No matter what he says or how he says it, it will look suspicious. , even saying something secret that only both parties know can be mistaken for a deliberate cliché.

After all, this is a world with countless strange props, and no one knows what Wen Jianyan's talent is.

As long as an anchor, especially a senior anchor who has experienced multiple instances, becomes suspicious, it is impossible to dispel his doubts so easily.

The gentleman could never hand over the key, so, in turn, it was Anis' turn to hand over the box.

After all, he is the only one here who knows that he is real, and the other party is also real.

The moment when the box is in his hand and the key is in his hand, this is the only time for a gentleman to relax his attention, and it is also the only chance for Wen Jianyan to achieve his goal.

If he tries to open the box...

Wen Jianyan succeeded.

If he doesn't do this, but chooses to leave the house, then Wen Jianyan has failed.

Everything he had done before would be in vain.

However, according to Wen Jianyan's prediction, there is a high probability that the gentleman will open it up.

Because in this false and true, true and false information, as a person who is already suspicious, and at this moment is even more vigilant and suspicious, he needs something tangible to hold in his hands.

Intense curiosity and unease tormented him, so it was difficult for him to give up this opportunity presented to him.

Sure enough, he did.

And the gentleman's move is equivalent to actively exposing Wen Jianyan's most wanted information:

Whose hands is the real key, and where is it placed in the end?

He doesn't need to think about how many fake keys the gentleman has made, how many tricks he has placed in it, and how many tricks and tricks he has played, because the one he took out for testing at the last minute must be the real key.

So, things came to the second step.

Touch the real key.

After giving Anis a chance to escape, Wen Jianyan never really left the room, but created the illusion of leaving the room.

In fact, he activated the prop to hide his figure and stayed in the room from beginning to end.

This is not a very clever method.

Just use a very simple large-scale prop to clearly map where he is.

But the problem is that when things have developed to this point, the players of the Black team have been forced to deal with too much complicated information, and now, an unknown "Anis" is standing in front of them, so, Their full attention would be forced to focus on him.

At this moment, the biggest problem bothering them is only one:

Is Anis true or false?

Too bright a light source will make people ignore obvious clues.

This is the principle of black under lights.

When everyone's suspicion, everyone's attention, and everyone's eyes were all focused on Anis, then, once the red side appeared and disrupted the current situation, it was time for Wen Jianyan to take action.

In short, the entire first floor is a huge crucible, a pool of muddy water that has been deliberately scrambled, lies, and all kinds of information, interweaving a strange world that no one can understand the real situation, and everyone's eyes are full of Covered, there is no possibility of any exposure to the real situation.

And in this chaos, Wen Jianyan fished in troubled waters.

He didn't even need to take the key, just using it to open the box was enough.

Then, take advantage of the darkness to get away in time.

Wen Jianyan lowered her head, held her breath slightly, and opened the box in her hand.

The box is not big, and in the narrow space, there is a small bead lying quietly.

The bead was pitch black, and there seemed to be some kind of brilliance that could not be seen through it, like eyeballs, and it seemed to be something deeper...

"..."

Wen Jianyan's attention was attracted, and she couldn't help looking in deeply.

The next second, without warning, there was a sudden feeling of restraint under my feet.

"?!"

Wen Jianyan was startled and hurriedly raised her head.

The vigor at the ankle suddenly increased, and in the next second, countless chains flew from all directions, locking him firmly in place.

Following a burst of dizziness, Wen Jianyan fell to the ground in an embarrassment, and was tied up and down tightly, unable to move.

He was lying on the ground, panicked for a while.

No, won't it?

He finally managed to complete a big show, but when he retreated, he capsized in the gutter? !

But he was obviously running in the opposite direction of Black!

Wen Jianyan's face turned pale.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have thought that I was done so quickly, and I should have hurried away—

At this moment, a familiar voice came from not far away:

"Where is our captain?"

"...?!"

Wen Jianyan was stunned and looked up.

I saw Yun Bilan walking out from the corner of the corridor, and the thorn pattern had wrapped around half of her face, and it was even growing crazily under her neck, her eyes showing strange red drooping slightly, watching condescendingly. He looked extremely cold:

"Now tell me the answer, you may die a little more happily."

"???!!!"

Only then did Wen Jianyan react.

He forgot to lift the appearance.

The whole process before was so tense and thrilling that he actually forgot that he still had such a gold-devouring beast hanging on his body, and it has not been lifted until now.

"Wait, it's me, it's me!!"

Seeing Yun Bilan approaching step by step, Wen Jianyan was pupa on the ground like a caterpillar, and hurriedly shouted in her own voice.

"..."

Hearing the familiar voice, Yun Bilan paused, with a stunned expression on her face.

Standing in the corner, Chen Mo couldn't help but be taken aback.

"Chains, loosen the chains a little—"

Wen Jianyan shouted.

Chen Mo paused and hesitated for a while, but loosened the chain that trapped Wen Jianyan's hand.

Wen Jianyan struggled to cancel the appearance with difficulty.

In the next second, he completely returned to his original appearance.

The slender young man with messy hair was lying on the ground in embarrassment, with chains firmly tied to his body, and a pair of light-colored, wet eyes looked over from under the mask:

"It's really me!!"

He blinked: "The phone is in your pocket, you can confirm it if you don't believe me!"

After confirming that his identity was correct, Chen Mo finally released his talent and loosened the chains.

Wen Jianyan breathed a sigh of relief and got up from the ground.

He turned his wrist and was about to say something, but Yun Bilan, who was suddenly vigilant, grabbed his wrist, pulled him, turned and hid deep in one of the corridors, and then activated the props that shielded his breath. .

Messy footsteps sounded.

The gentleman Anis and his party chased forward with ugly expressions. Obviously, they had already recognized each other and understood Wen Jianyan's intentions.

"hiss……"

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath.

For these old-fashioned senior anchors, it is still not to be taken lightly.

He thought that if he put the key back after use, he would be able to cut off their follow-up tracking, but he didn't expect that it took them such a short time to figure out his trick and chase him as fast as possible— —

Fortunately, he just met his teammates first, otherwise, it is estimated that there is really no way to escape smoothly.

Several people took a breath and waited quietly.

Soon, the footsteps disappeared.

Wen Jianyan breathed a sigh of relief, and finally put on a smile on his always serious face. He turned his head to look at Yun Bilan: "Oh, I really didn't expect it, actually—"

Before he could finish speaking, a hand was placed lightly on his shoulder.

It is cloud blue.

Compared with the broad shoulders of adult men, her palms are extraordinarily soft and slender, but the strength under her fingers cannot be ignored, like cold steel, tightly hugging each other's shoulders and arms.

"It hurts..."

Wen Jianyan's facial features were wrinkled.

Yun Bilan leaned down and asked in a very soft tone, "Remember what I said before?"

Wen Jianyan looked terrified: "...what, what?"

"No, want, tell, lie."

Yun Bilan leaned into his ear and said word by word.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

There is an ominous premonition.

The next second, he was punched in the stomach.

"Well!"

Wen Jianyan let out a muffled groan, and curled up like a shrimp, unable to straighten her waist for a long time.

On the side, several other people watched this scene with schadenfreude, showing no sympathy for Wen Jianyan, who was asking for trouble, and had no intention to stop it at all.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"it is good!!!"

"Good fight!!!!"

"Go on! Left hook! Right hook!!"

"Hahahahahaha wanted to beat him for a long time, Sister Bilan continues!! We like to watch!!!"

After Wen Jianyan's pitiful begging and apology, Yun Bilan's face was finally not as cold as before.

She looked down at Wen Jianyan condescendingly:

"Next time—"

"There's no next time! Really!" Wen Jianyan replied reflexively, shaking her head.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Bah! Don't believe him! Impossible!"

"The next time he should lie, he will still do it, this guy will never change his life!"

"That's right, don't forgive him, keep fighting!"

"..."

"It's a bit dazed, am I really in the host's live broadcast room? Why does everyone seem to want to see him get beaten?"

"Because he owes a fight."

"Because he owes a fight."

Finally, seeing that Wen Jianyan has been taught a lesson, several other talents finally came forward to mediate.

Yun Bilan's anger disappeared, and the matter finally came to an end.

Wen Jianyan grimaced, rubbed her stomach, and asked, "By the way, the message you left earlier said that you know the way to victory? What is it?"

Yun Bilan took out the small notebook found from the corpse from his pocket and handed it over.

"Look at this."

Wen Jianyan opened the book, flipped a few pages at random, and the expression on her face suddenly became serious.

[On xx, xx, I slept longer and longer, no matter how much I slept, and I asked for more and more leave. I really hope I won't be fired for this.

The strange thing is that when I take a break, I can always vaguely see some scenes that should not exist]

[In the dream, I saw a strange building named Xingwang Hotel appeared in the town.

However, our town is so small that no hotels have ever been built here. 】

The moment he saw this sentence, a chill suddenly climbed up his back.

He paused and turned to the next page.

[XX year x month x day,

I went to the place in the dream hotel to take a look, it was empty, there was nothing, I was really dreaming]

[On xx, xx, the school rewarded my full attendance and awarded me the award for the best teacher.

But it's weird...

I have no memory of that time]

[On xx, xx, there seems to be something at home that does not belong to me]

[On the xx day of the xx year, the me in the mirror was smiling at me.

Are my eyes a little too big? 】

These few simple words made Wen Jianyan's hair stand on end.

"Wait a minute, this is..." Wen Jianyan raised her head and looked at Yun Bilan with surprise.

"The diary of the woman in white."

Yun Bilan said calmly.

Although he was already mentally prepared, the moment he got a positive answer, Wen Jianyan couldn't help but tightened his fingers, and tightly squeezed the sticky cover of the book in his hand.

"In short, she was replaced by something in her own body."

Yun Bilan glanced at the book and said, "I don't think it's a dual personality, because that "she" obviously knows a lot of things that normal humans shouldn't know."

She lowered her head, checked the time, and then looked at Wen Jianyan:

"Anyway, long story short."

"That terrifying version of 'herself' killed all the children in the entire school just to make them a tribute to the unsealing of the seal."

Wen Jianyan was startled.

In the mind flashed before in the original copy, the dialogue between him and Hugo, and the rotten female corpse I just saw in the well...

It put the black box in his hand and disappeared.

So, what's in that box, could it be...

"There is no soul of those children, so the 'ingredients' at the banquet on the third day must be anchors who have not become regular employees,"

Yun Bilan's voice interrupted Wen Jianyan's thoughts:

"Unfortunately, Black has obviously discovered this. They have controlled the number of regular Black employees very viciously. According to the current situation, we may not be able to catch up with Black in terms of tips. Therefore, we It's just the opposite, trying to unite as many people as possible on this day—"

"The child's soul you mentioned earlier...is that this?"

Wen Jianyan said, took out the black box from his pocket, and opened the lid.

The pitch-black bead that looked like an eyeball appeared in front of everyone.

"..."

In an instant, the room fell into dead silence.

Yun Bilan's pupils shrank first, snatching the book from Wen Jianyan's hand, and rushing to the last page, in the corner of that page, a very similar pattern was drawn in very scribbled handwriting.

She raised her head suddenly: "Where did you get it from?!"

Wen Jianyan touched the back of his head: "Under the well..."

"what--!"

Yun Bilan's voice subconsciously increased.

"ZiZi...ZiZi."

The overhead light suddenly flickered twice.

The next second, without warning, the lights went out.

Everyone was startled, raised their heads subconsciously, and looked over their heads.

In the corridor in front of them, the lights went out one by one, extending into the distance.

The gloomy darkness began to spread, making the whole body feel cold.

It was completely dark in the corridor.

The damp and dilapidated corridor has been completely shrouded in darkness as thick as ink, and no trace of light can be seen at all.

Wen Jianyan lowered her head and glanced at her pocket watch.

The pocket watch, which could have been adjusted by itself, was now frozen in a dark corner and could no longer be moved.

The time is stuck at 00:00.

"Da da da"

Footsteps came from the darkness, approaching slowly.

Everyone's heart was in their throats.

A tiny little light dispels the darkness and illuminates a person's figure.

Is the hotel manager.

A man with a weird smile walked over from a distance, holding a copper lamp with a faint glow in his hand. The faint light barely illuminated the surrounding corner, making his figure even more rigid and stiff, and his already pale face. Even more like a dead person.

It ignored the props Yun Bilan activated and stood outside the corridor where they were.

With a constant smile on his face, the hotel manager said to the crowd:

"I believe that everyone should be ready to attend the banquet."

"Please come with me to the staff rest area to rest for a while--

The banquet is about to start. "