Welcome to the Nightmare Live

chapter Five

Bang!

Wen Jianyan turned his back to the sky and fell down extremely unsightly.

The tailbone slammed on the hard ground, and a dull dull pain came, which distorted his expression slightly, and clenched a low curse between his teeth.

But now is not the time to complain.

Wen Jianyan swallowed her complaint, raised her head with a grin, and quickly looked around her environment.

The bright incandescent lights overhead, the dirty wash basin on the edge of the front, and the rows of dark blue compartments behind them, both in terms of color tone and facilities, look much newer than the scenes in the previous dungeon.

Obviously, this is a toilet.

Ladies toilet.

...

Even people who don't watch movies often know that the scene in front of them is definitely a favorite place for all kinds of horror movies.

Suddenly being thrown into such a place by himself, Wen Jianyan was not a daring person at all, and at this moment he couldn't help but feel even more frightened.

Steady, steady, steady.

He thought over and over again in his heart.

Wen Jianyan walked to the door, stretched out her hand and pushed it hard.

Nothing moved.

The door handle was shaken and made a rattling sound, but the door panel seemed to be sealed by cement, and it didn't move under Wen Jianyan's shaking.

...

Don't panic, don't panic!

And this is a d-level copy, a d-level copy! It shouldn't be so quick to throw people into a mortal situation.

Wen Jianyan closed her eyes hard, trying to calm herself down.

He took out his ID card from his pocket.

【Identify card】

Name: Cheng Wei (Changed: Xiao Wen/Xiao Zhao)

Age: 16 (Changed: ???)

Occupation: First-year high school student of Decai Middle School (changed: first-year intern teacher of Decai Middle School / distant nephew of Director Shen)

Related Story: Not yet unlocked (Changed: ???)

Wen Jianyan found that the lines of text related to the identity of Xiao Wen were much darker than before, while the text on the side of Xiao Zhao was light gray, as if it would disappear in the next second. .

He had a thoughtful look on his face.

It seems that as the number of people who believe in it increases, this identity will gradually solidify, just like being recognized step by step.

So, as long as his identity is not exposed, maybe he can create a plot that has never been seen in this dungeon?

——It's like tampering with the script.

He calmed down and took back his thoughts of running around.

This is not something to worry about for someone whose life is in jeopardy.

Wen Jianyan turned the ID card to the back.

I saw the number on the back of the card solidified on 21:05, motionless.

Looking at the stagnant countdown, he couldn't help but startled slightly.

This means that no survival time is consumed inside the hidden branch.

It's good not to waste time.

But... it also symbolizes a dangerous tendency.

Outside, the duration of survival is a limit, but also a kind of protection to some extent.

According to the information disclosed by the senior anchor earlier, in this simple copy, as long as there is no violation or death, the time will not be deducted, and the anchor will always be given a psychological buffer.

In this hidden branch, this rule obviously does not apply.

In other words, everything that will happen next, he can't predict.

Wen Jianyan shuddered, and an ominous premonition suddenly rose in her heart.

At this moment, an inorganic mechanical sound came from Wen Jianyan's ear: Ding, it has been detected that the anchor's live broadcast has reached two hours. Do you want to start the settlement of points?

This voice called Wen Jianyan back from the trance state.

On, he replied.

In the 789326qwk of the e-level live broadcast room, the average number of viewers per hour is 2000, and the points can be exchanged for 200.

If it is detected that the host is a novice host, the points you get for this live broadcast will be doubled, and 400 points have been settled into your account for you.

There is still 4600 points left to upgrade your live broadcast room, please make persistent efforts and create greater glories!

In your live broadcast, you have received a total of 63 tips and a total of 500 tip points.

If it is detected that the host is a novice host, your live broadcast system will not deduct the share, and 500 points have been settled into your account for you.

【The remaining points in your account are: 900】

[The next point settlement time is: 24:00]

Wait... Wen Jianyan suddenly realized something: Take a cut? Will your system still take a cut?

Yes. The inorganic voice replied politely: After the end of the novice anchor period, the system's rake for the reward will gradually increase.

...

Wen Jianyan's eyes twitched and she said dryly, You guys can really make money.

He suddenly had an ominous premonition and continued to ask: What about the points for the number of viewers? Will you take a cut?

Will not.

However, before Wen Jianyan could breathe a sigh of relief, he just listened to the mechanical voice and continued:

However, as your streamer's rating improves, the conversion ratio of points will also change flexibly. All our rules will be based on the viewing experience of the audience, please rest assured.

——In other words, if the present is one to ten, the future is not certain, right?

Wen Jianyan: ...

I don't worry!

The viewing experience of those audiences will cost him his life!

Damn capitalist!

Before he could continue to question, there was the sound of footsteps approaching from outside the door of the bathroom, and then, the low laughter and slaps of the two girls came through the door panel.

!

Wen Jianyan was startled, and reflexively retreated into one of the compartments.

The next second he ducked in, he only heard a squeak, and the door of the toilet, which was shaken by an adult man just now, was easily pushed open.

Da da da.

With brisk footsteps, a conversation between two strange girls came from outside the door.

...Speaking of which, have you heard of that?

There was an eerie excitement in the girl's lowered voice.

what?

That's right, it's that legend!

Wen Jianyan stood in the toilet cubicle, listening to the conversation outside, her expression became a little complicated.

As a grown man, secretly hiding in the school girls' toilet and eavesdropping...

It's really changed a bit.

The conversation between the two girls outside continued.

Ah! Did you say...

right!

Unconsciously, the girl's footsteps stopped in front of the door of the toilet cubicle where Wen Jianyan was, the figure swayed slightly under the door, and the voice came clearly through the cubicle door:

There is a mirror in 408 of the dormitory building. As long as you can find it, it can fulfill one of your wishes.

Another girl's voice was a little hesitant: Do we have 408 on the fourth floor?

It is said that there are, but 408 was later sealed with cement.

The girl said mysteriously: You need to look for it after zero o'clock to find it, and after you open the door...

Ah, stop talking!

Another girl raised her voice in panic and interrupted the other party's narration: If Teacher Yang hears it, you must be punished and locked up!

That old witch?

The girl's voice became gloomy: She not only slapped me a few days ago, but also punished me for not having dinner. This kind of ugly, cheap and disgusting woman should die early to contribute to the world.

You, keep your voice down...

I won't. She giggled twice: Anyway, that old witch better pray that I don't find the mirror, otherwise I won't let her go.

The faucet was turned on and off, the two girls were talking and laughing while washing their hands, and the sound of footsteps gradually moved away.

As the footsteps left, all the sound in the toilet seemed to be sucked up by a sponge, leaving only a heart-pounding silence.

Wen Jianyan slowly exhaled a turbid breath, and looked down at the gap below the compartment.

The shadow that was still shaking just now disappeared.

……have they gone?

He raised his fingertips and was about to open the door and walk out.

Tick.

There was the sound of water droplets outside the door, and Wen Jianyan's movements involuntarily paused slightly.

Tick, tick.

The sound of dripping water approached, and it rang close to the door.

Tick.

A drop of scarlet viscous liquid fell from the ceiling and dripped onto the back of the young man's white hand.

Wen Jianyan froze in place, a shudder slowly climbed up his spine, an unspeakable sense of terror made him chill.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a little itchy on the back of his neck.

It was like... long hair hanging from the ceiling, swaying, gently brushing against his sweaty skin.

At this moment, a girl's laughter sounded from above Wen Jianyan's head:

Hee hee, eavesdrop, caught it.

Before the sound of the word la came to the ground, Wen Jianyan suddenly raised her foot and kicked the toilet door in front of her viciously.

Half of the door hinges fell off, and the entire door fell to the ground with a bang, bringing up a puff of dust.

In the next second, as if his buttocks were on fire, the young man's figure swish out and rushed out of the toilet door without looking back.

...

It seemed that some did not react for a while, the hair hanging from the ceiling stopped for a while, and then seemed to be provoked, and rushed towards the direction where the young man disappeared——

The audience in the live broadcast room did not react.

?

???

I'm still waiting to raise my head to kill!! Why did I just run away!

I'm so mad! Look up! What are we looking at if we don't look up!

Grass, this anchor is running faster than a rabbit. I think he has an afterimage when he runs.

Hahahahahahaha shit, the anchor's desire to survive almost overflowed the screen, and the family members burst into laughter.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

There's something behind it! ! ! !

Wen Jianyan screamed and ran wildly in her heart.

nonsense! What are you waiting for! Wait for the opposite to politely ask Can I kill you?

Thirty-six strategies are the best!

Whatever it is, run away first!

After flushing out of the toilet, there was a very familiar corridor in front of him, and it was pitch-black extending into the distance, with almost no end in sight.

Obviously, he is now back in the dormitory building.

It's just that the scene in front of him is much newer than before, and most of the stains on the walls and floor have disappeared, which should not be the same timeline as him.

At this moment, a rustling sound came from behind him, as if something was rubbing against the walls and floor.

As Wen Jianyan ran forward, she took time to turn her head to take a look.

The sight made his whole scalp go numb.

The jet-black hair was like a wriggling snake, clinging and extending from the toilet door. In the depths of the black pressure wave, faintly pale limbs were surrounded by it, and they rushed in his direction.

Thin, intermittent humming came from the hair.

The mechanically flat voice sounded extremely unexpectedly:

[Congratulations to the anchor for triggering the scene: chase battle

Scene countdown: 10:00]

Immediately afterwards, Wen Jianyan saw two blood bars appear above his line of sight.

One is health and the other is sanity.

[If the health value returns to zero, the anchor dies and the live broadcast ends.

If the sanity value returns to zero, the anchor will become part of the copy, and the live broadcast will end]

[In order to bring a better viewing experience to the audience, please ensure that the live broadcast is smooth and do not disconnect! 】

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Damn, you are trying to squeeze the last drop of blood from the working people.

Wen Jianyan's expression was slightly distorted, and she ran forward with all her strength.

The long hair on the back followed him like a shadow.

In all fairness, Wen Jianyan's physique is not bad, and his physique is even good.

After all, having a well-proportioned body is a basic professional requirement. As a professional liar with a life pursuit, Wen Jianyan can be considered to be thin in clothes and fleshy in undressing. In short, running wildly in the corridor for ten minutes It's okay not to be caught up.

But Wen Jianyan always felt that this chase was not that simple.

whee.

The girl's innocent laughter sounded from all directions, and she couldn't tell where it came from for a while:

You don't follow the rules, child, you will be punished.

Tick, tick-

Under the dim light, the blood-red viscous liquid slowly dripped and hit the floor, and the sound of water droplets echoing in the empty corridor.

Wen Jianyan saw sharply that the small piece of ground where the blood dripped began to slowly change.

The cold and hard floor became dark and soft, as if living creatures were squirming under the ground.

!

Wen Jianyan jumped to the side abruptly, narrowly avoiding the strands of hair hitting him from under the ground.

Tick.

A drop of blood fell, hitting his shoulder.

Wen Jianyan felt that the right half of his body suddenly became cold, and a creepy feeling climbed up. In the fright, he seemed to vaguely see a small pale face pressed against his right shoulder, open A pair of pitch-black eyes with no whites were looking at him with a smile.

Hold!

His scalp went numb and he stopped subconsciously.

However, before Wen Jianyan could look intently, the pale face disappeared in the next second, leaving only a small pit that had been corroded on the clothes on his right shoulder.

Wen Jianyan looked back, and found that a piece of the blood bar marked with sanity was gnawed off the top of his head.

...

Good guy, that's what Sanity meant.

Taking this opportunity, the long dark hair on the corridor behind him had already chased over, and it was spreading over the ground little by little, as if one small hand was reaching out to catch him.

whee.

The pale limbs turned the corner.

Little red comb, comb through the mirror, comb to the end, smart and beautiful, comb to the end with the second comb, happiness is not far away...

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeering, the intermittent nursery rhymes came from the hair, and the innocent voice echoed in the empty corridor.

The hallway lights flickered, dimly illuminating the grotesque limbs twisting and crawling through their hair.

Wen Jianyan's hair stood on end, he turned his head and pulled out his legs and ran wildly.

This time, instead of rushing forward, he was a little more cautious and careful, nimbly avoiding the blood dripping from the top of his head and the long hair curling towards him from under the ground.

The further you go, the faster the blood drips and the more difficult it becomes to dodge.

Finally, under Wen Jianyan's wild run, the stairway was finally in sight.

A number printed in blood red on the wall: 2

One side of the stairs went up and the other was down, and the two ends were plunged into the darkness, as if it were some kind of ominous omen.

Wen Jianyan rushed upstairs without thinking.

However, before he could run a few steps, he suddenly stopped and stood abruptly in place.

The young man stood at the entrance of the stairs and turned his head to look at the jet-black hair chasing in the distance. Under the semi-bright light, his face showed a rare look of hesitation.

There was a lively chat in the 789326qwk live room.

Come on, buy it and leave, is the anchor going to go upstairs or go downstairs?

It's definitely going upstairs. You can't get out of the dormitory building. You can't run away from such a big place downstairs. There are still six minutes left in the chase. If you go downstairs now, it will definitely be cold.

Come on, you can't get out of the dormitory building, you know the anchor but don't know, I bet he will go downstairs!

I bet to think in a different position, and I also bet that the anchor will go downstairs! Have you forgotten? The old lady in the cafeteria gave the anchor the advice 'stay away from the fourth floor'. If I were him, it would be absolutely impossible to run upstairs!

This suggestion is actually correct, but in this hidden mission, the Shengmen is on the fourth floor instead, tsk tsk, it's a pity.

Don't look like a prophet in front of you, okay? The two NPCs in the toilet have given reminders before, but they have been mentioned several times on the fourth floor. According to the previous operation of this anchor, I don't believe he will miss such obvious ones. Clearance hint!

[The above user remarks involve spoilers and are only open to the audience]

The strands of hair are getting closer.

The expression on Wen Jianyan's face also became more and more shaky, as if he was oscillating between the two options.

Finally, he seemed to have finally made up his mind.

The young man took back his steps, then turned around, and rushed downstairs without looking back.

In the live broadcast room, some people are happy and some are sad.

Hahahahaha won, I said he would definitely run downstairs! Ordinary people would definitely want to run straight when encountering such a thing!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this anchor was so clever just now how could he be so stupid at this juncture?

Ah, it's really boring... I thought this anchor could last a little longer, but I didn't expect it to be cold again.

Silence is dead, can I get the money back from the reward just now? The assistant in the management of the live broadcast room

Seeing that Wen Jianyan went straight to the exit after going downstairs, the barrage became even more impatient.

What's the use of rushing to the exit now, just follow it in the hall! Six minutes is a bit of a limit, but it's not impossible!

What's the hurry upstairs? Why are you so genuine just watching a live broadcast? Anyway, it's a big deal to watch it in another live broadcast room.

And to be honest, I've always wanted to see this anchor roll over.

Yes, yes, isn't it cool to watch the novice live broadcast? If I really want to see the high-IQ big guy pass the test, why don't I just go to the senior anchor?

Although that is said, the number of people who had been at the peak in the live broadcast room began to decline, from more than 2,000 to 1,000.

Wen Jianyan quickened her pace and headed straight for the exit—

The duty room next to him rushed over.

He didn't prepare any tools to pick the lock this time, but raised his long legs and kicked it violently.

???

??? What does he want?

No? He is addicted to running in the duty room? This time is different from the last time. Why did he go to the duty room again?

Tsk tsk tsk, these low-level anchors are like this. They all like to dig into their comfort zone. It's stupid, and it's not interesting.

Wen Jianyan rushed in with her head sullen, went straight to the wardrobe, opened the door with amazing skill, opened the hidden compartment, and grabbed something from it.

He turned around.

At this moment, that tidal wave of hair had already rushed to the front of the duty room, and the jet-black strands of hair climbed up the wall, crossed the threshold and the window, and probed towards the prey that had been staring at it for a long time—

The lights in the hall began to flicker under the influence of some strange force.

The pale limbs were twisted and deformed, crawling in the pile of hair.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath slowly, her forehead and neck were covered in cold sweat, her fingers twitched slightly under the extreme pressure, and her palms were wet and cold.

He shivered steadily and began to hum:

Little red comb, comb through the mirror, comb to the end, smart and beautiful, comb to the end with the second comb, not far from happiness, comb to the end with the third comb, it is in harmony with the heart and the heart.

The barrage, which was still sneering and sneering just now, was suddenly startled:

Wait, this tone?

This lyrics?!

Is the one in front amnesia? Isn't that what this boss hummed just now?

No no no, this boss never sang the last sentence!

!! I got it! Crap! The tune that the old witch hummed has always been incomplete, and what this boss sings is actually incomplete now, but now it's put together!

Wen Jianyan slowly raised his hand and opened his palm.

In the center of his fair and slender palm, lay a comb.

Like the whole building, the time on this comb seems to have gone backwards. Although it is gray in color, it can vaguely see the once bright red, and even the broken comb teeth have become complete again.

The swimming hair stopped moving and became quiet.

Behind the young man, the drawer that was pulled open with great force did not close.

A few yellowed photos lay among the rummaged clutter.

The dust has not had time to fall, and two figures, one big and one small, can be seen above.

A tall woman was standing in the amusement park, next to a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old girl, her black hair was tied into a big braid and hung down on her shoulders. But you can still see the happy smiles on the two faces, frozen in the narrow photo.

Below is a few words written in pen:

Happy birthday to Xiaojie.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and slowly stepped forward:

Xiaojie, mom... Mom misses you so much...

The barrage was dead silent.

...

...

...? What is it?