Chapter VII

After a chase, Wen Jianyan knew the pattern in the dormitory building like the back of the back.

He cleverly used a few blind spots to sneak back into the room where he woke up before anyone found him.

It's the same as when left a few hours ago.

Dirty walls, cramped iron beds, books piled up in a mess.

Wen Jianyan's eyes hurriedly glanced at the mirror hanging on the cabinet, daring not to stay on it too much.

When he first woke up, through this mirror, he inadvertently met the face under the bed.

Even now, he still seems to be able to feel the terrifying sight coming from the corner of the room, which makes him shiver and stand upright.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and calmed down before walking slowly towards the mirror.

He deliberately didn't look inside this time, but took it directly from the cabinet door.

In the previous hidden branch, both NPCs and Xiaojie mentioned a mirror that was critical.

This made Wen Jianyan immediately think of his own experience after entering the dungeon.

After he glanced at the person under the bed in the mirror, the initial 20-minute survival time was determined.

And if you recall carefully, every subsequent appearance of that ghost is in the mirror.

There might be some connection here.

Wen Jianyan tore off a pillow towel from the bed, covered the mirror, and then carefully looked down at the mirror in her hand.

This is a very ordinary vanity mirror, with an oval shape, the light green plastic frame is somewhat faded, and it turns white in the dark.

There is no mezzanine on the back, and nothing to hide.

Nothing special inside and out.

but……

Wen Jianyan used her fingertips to gently stroke the uneven surface under the mirror and the rough holes drilled by hand on the top of the mirror frame, showing a thoughtful look on her face.

In other words, this is supposed to be the kind of vanity mirror that sits on the table.

However, it has now been removed from the base, punched in the top, and hung on the cabinet.

Wen Jianyan raised her head and hurriedly looked around the room.

Finally, his eyes were fixed on a corner of the table.

In the messy pile of books, there was a small blank space that looked as if it had been left on purpose.

Wen Jianyan walked in and took a closer look.

There are rectangular gray marks left on the table, as if something had been placed on it for a long time.

He turned the mirror upwards to make a virtual comparison.

About the same size.

At this moment, the pillow towel on the mirror surface suddenly fell down, as if it was pulled by some unknown force and slid down!

Wen Jianyan was startled, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to fish, but only barely touched the rough edge of the fabric.

The pillow towel slipped between his fingers and fell to the ground.

"..."

The air seemed to stagnate.

Wen Jianyan maintained a half-bent state, his eyes fixed on the pillow towel, a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, as if a cold breath slowly crawled over the back of his neck, It made his scalp tingle.

The room was eerily quiet.

...here is a d-level copy, a d-level copy, a d-level copy.

It stands to reason that it is unlikely that something that has been experienced will be repeated again!

He repeated in his mind over and over again.

Wen Jianyan closed her eyes forcefully, gritted her teeth, straightened up a little, and forced herself to look into the mirror.

The mirror faces the upper bunk on the right near the door.

On the originally empty bed, a figure appeared at some point.

She was wearing an old school uniform with her back to the mirror, her long hair falling behind her, and she was sitting quietly on the bed at the moment.

However, judging from the curved breasts and the style of the school uniform, she is now... in fact, it should be the front.

Wen Jianyan's hand trembled, almost not dropping the mirror.

In the mirror, the woman's long hair moved slightly, and the head slowly turned round by frame—

"Snapped!"

Wen Jianyan snapped the mirror upside down.

He took a deep breath and slowly turned his head to look behind him.

The bed in the mirror was empty.

Unconsciously, Wen Jianyan was already in a cold sweat.

He took out his ID card and glanced at it.

There are still three hours left to survive. It seems that his actions just now did not trigger any mortal trap. Then... the "person" in the mirror just now may not be a danger, but a hint of some kind.

But...how to be sure?

Wen Jianyan thought for a few seconds, and then opened the hidden live broadcast interface.

The barrage came in like a tsunami, densely covering the screen, which was more than ten times more lively than before.

He glanced at the upper right corner, and the real-time online number displayed above was more than 5,000.

Although had a hunch for a long time, after seeing the live broadcast data growing so rapidly, the smile on Wen Jianyan's mouth couldn't help being a little sincere.

"!! The anchor has opened the barrage!"

"Ah ah ah rush! Please look familiar!"

"Don't 'lick' it, it's a fart to be familiar with this newcomer, the anchor may not even survive tonight."

"Don't open your eyes and talk nonsense. How many newcomers can pull the entire dungeon rating by themselves? It is estimated that they are the big guys who came to the novice village to play two games."

"So who's the anchor's vest ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! The decoded barrage can tell me, okay! I want to know!"

"I beg you, the anchor will "reveal" it, let's pay attention to your tuba [50 reward points]"

"Seek decoding + 1 [reward points 80]"

good! Well rolled!

Roll it up for me!

Wen Jianyan's face remained calm, turning a blind eye to all the barrages asking about the vest, and said hello with a smile: "I didn't expect to see you for a few hours, and suddenly there are so many new friends in the live broadcast room, hello everyone. ."

He swiped through the rapidly refreshing barrage, picked a few fans with high rewards and thanked them, and then the conversation changed:

"Have you all seen the person in the mirror just now?"

The young man glanced at the iron bunk not far away, and raised his brows with sincerity: "This is too scary, I really... don't want to approach that place at all."

There was an embarrassed look on his face:

"However, it always feels like there will be clues... Should I go up and take a look?"

A simple question is so natural that people don't think much about it at all, but it leads the topic to the direction where more information can be obtained without a trace.

The barrage suddenly became lively, and the audience watching the live broadcast cheered:

"Go! Of course!"

"Hurry up, don't be shy, the anchor, rush! [100 reward points]"

"Exciting, I've seen this dungeon a few times, but this is the first time I've seen the ghost in the mirror, so I moved to the small bench and waited for [100 reward points]"

Seeing for the first time?

That's stable.

According to the information "revealed" in the previous barrage, it is estimated that they have already seen many anchors to clear the copy called [Decai Middle School]. Since they have not seen the reverse person in the mirror, it means that she is very old. Probability has not actively attacked the anchor.

Then it is more likely to be a clue.

Although his heart is clear, the struggle on Wen Jianyan's face is getting stronger, and he seems to be very hesitant.

Finally, after the atmosphere of the barrage was heated to the highest level, he sighed and let out a sigh of relief:

"Since that's all said, then for everyone's viewing experience, I'll climb up and take a look."

And with the buffering of the barrage just now, that creepy feeling has been diluted a lot.

After hiding the panel, Wen Jianyan climbed onto the bed neatly.

Under the weight of an adult man, the iron frame creaked overwhelmed.

The bed was covered with a thin cotton mattress that was compacted to the point of losing its elasticity. There were a few faded stickers on the wall, and the edges of the sheets were neatly tucked under the mattress.

Wen Jianyan stopped when she "groped" to the head of the bed.

There is something wrong with the touch under the palm.

He lifted the mattress and "feeled" a thin notebook from below.

On the title page of the notebook were two beautiful words: Xu Yuan.

Most of the content inside has been blurred, and only two or three short diaries are left to read clearly.

"x year x month x day, sunny

This girl is really scary. I always feel that she has a gloomy and infiltrating temperament. I feel uncomfortable every time I stay in the same bedroom with her. In the water room this afternoon, A Xin said some mocking things, although a little bit Excessive, but I also agreed with a smile, and as soon as I went out, I saw her leaving, and I don't know if she heard it...

disturbed. "

"x year x month x day, overcast

I wanted to apologize several times, but every time I saw her back, I was afraid to go forward.

After the sketching class today, I secretly followed behind her. I wanted to find a chance to say something to her, but I never found the opportunity.

I followed her all the way to the woods, and saw her breaking the ham sausage and feeding it to the stray cat. The cat is called Xiaoju. I want to go up and talk to her, and then...

I heard Tachibana scream.

I saw her grab Tachibana and grab it by the throat.

Xiaoju's claws grabbed a long bloody ditch in her hand, but she didn't move, as if she didn't feel it, pinched Xiaoju tightly, and then stabbed it with an art knife. neck.

The little orange quickly stopped moving.

I was trembling all over, standing still and didn't dare to move.

I should have gone up to stop it, so Xiaoju might not die, but... I'm really cowardly, if only I were half as brave as A Xin.

After I realized my body was moving, I ran back without looking back, lying under the quilt and shivering.

I heard the sound of her opening the door and coming back, I heard her standing beside my bed for a long time and didn't leave, I also heard the sound of water dripping on the ground, but I didn't dare to move or speak.

Please, go away.

I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything. "

"x year x month x day, rain

Something has changed, but I can't tell.

I seem to have changed in the mirror, but no matter how I clean the mirror, it is blurry and I can't see anything clearly. "

"x year x month x day, rain

Today, the monitor sent out the wrong test paper again and sent me her transcript. More and more people called me wrong. What happened? "

"x year x month x day, overcast

I went to talk to Ah Xin after class, but Ah Xin looked at me with very unfamiliar eyes, and left after a few perfunctory words.

Why? Am I doing something wrong? "

"x year x month x day, rain

It's the weekend, but I didn't wait for my parents to pick me up. I went to ask the teacher at the security office, but the teacher told me in surprise that Xu Yuan's parents had already picked Xu Yuan home.

...

But I am Xu Yuan. "

"x year x month x day, rain

The mirror is no longer blurry.

But that face inside is not mine. "

Wen Jianyan turned back page by page, looking at the gradually messy handwriting on it, the goose bumps on his back came out layer by layer.

He couldn't help thinking of the monster in the mirror in the duty room downstairs.

As it gradually "approached" him, the pale face with simple facial features that only had lines changed little by little, until it became more and more like him.

Wen Jianyan shivered.

He calmed down and continued to turn back.

On the next page of the notebook were only a few messy characters: "Where's my face?"

In the dead bedroom, only the sound of turning pages could be heard.

Next page.

The shocking five red letters are so powerful that they almost pierce the paper:

"Have you seen it?"

next second.

"Ah, ah, ah"

As if the neck bones were twisting one by one from the back, there was a sour gurgling sound.

- "Have you seen it?"

A female voice sounded faintly behind his ear, and the cold tone seemed to be filled with deep malice.

The sweat on the back of Wen Jianyan's neck exploded.

It was too close, the voice seemed to sound from the back of his head, and he could almost draw a picture in his mind - the head that was completely twisted behind his back slowly turned around, looking at himself in front of him little by little.

Slowly "reveal" that one...

Faces that have lost their faces.

The temperature in the air dropped to freezing point, as if it could freeze a person's muscles and bones in an instant.

He didn't have time to think about it, and told a lie decisively:

"have!"

The "cluck" sound stopped.

The bedroom fell into deadly silence again.

However, Wen Jianyan could clearly feel that he was not alone, there was something... at this moment, he was quietly staying behind him, watching and waiting.

"I know where your face is."

The young man sat upright and did not look back. He just faced the air and asked, "Do you want to take it back?"

"I can help you."

His voice was calm, as if with a very strong confidence, a certainty that was hard to refuse.

However, no one could see the warm sweat sliding down his forehead, leaving a cold wet mark on his cheek.

"..."

Time passed by minute by minute, and the standards of calculation seemed to be out of balance.

Wen Jianyan stared at a small dot in front of her eyes, and her eyes were a little flowery.

The heart was beating wildly in the chest cavity, the blood "blood" hit the eardrum, and the sharp white noise was pulled away from the ear.

He counted down in his heart.

9, 8, 7...

When the time reaches zero, he will open the store as quickly as possible and buy life-saving props.

However, before that, Wen Jianyan wanted to gamble.

Bet you got it right.

5, 4, 3...

Suddenly, a familiar mechanical sound rang:

"Ding! Congratulations to the anchor for triggering the Hidden Object (Epic) mission: Please find her lost face for Xu Yuan.

After the task is completed, you will be eligible to unlock hidden items (epic)! "

At the moment when the voice fell, the temperature around him began to slowly rise, and the feeling of being stabbed in the back, as if being stared at by someone, disappeared.

"..."

Wen Jianyan turned her stiff neck and carefully glanced behind her.

empty.

As if a big stone in his heart fell to the ground in an instant, the excessive pressure suddenly disappeared, causing Wen Jianyan's limbs to go numb.

Good, it's over.

According to the information he got from the audience, this Xu Yuan has never appeared in the previous live broadcasts, plus the contents of the diary, she herself is more like a victim, even if there is residual resentment, It is far less dangerous than the female ghost in the mirror before, and the appeal in her diary is also very clear.

Therefore, Wen Jianyan has never changed his initial judgment.

Like clues, not like danger.

It seems he made the right bet.

"Epic-level hidden items! Ah, ah, ah! Strong!"

"Is the epic hidden item really going to let him find it?! Absolutely, this one really has a bit of nb on him."

"Why are you so excited? Other more difficult live broadcasts haven't unlocked epic hidden items, as for?"

"The one in front doesn't have to be a "random" show of superiority. I think you watch the live broadcast less, right? Most of the anchors are in the novice stage, let alone legends, even ordinary-level hidden objects are difficult to find, even if they are Starting with a new account, you can not only get difficult hidden items, but also unlock legendary item quests... I really saw it for the first time."

Wen Jianyan's upper body swayed, and he slowly reached out to "touch" the railing on the side, and then leaned out with a sullen face—

"vomit!"

The barrage was lively again:

"I laughed so hard, it can be seen that the anchor is really scared."

"Deceiving ghosts while being afraid of ghosts is very professional."

"Bah! Pretend it!"

"Although I haven't picked out the anchor's big name yet, there's no need to pretend to be new so simply and rudely, it's over!"

"Isn't it? No? You really think the anchor is pretending? Is there any need to pretend? Please, food is food, don't make excuses."

"Don't you know before, it's because of this host, [Decai Middle School] that the difficulty and viewing rating of the live broadcast hall have all been mentioned. How can this be a real chicken, I don't believe it!"

When the two waves of people were arguing, the old viewers who had been in this live broadcast room from the beginning were stunned:

"???"

"!!!???"

"What? What were you talking about earlier?"

The barrage of the new audience is covered:

"Ah? You don't know?"

"I also came in because of this point, otherwise how could I come to see this D-level square."

"+1"

"+1"

...

"+10086, if you don't believe me, go out and have a look. The rating of the entrance won't lie."

The number of barrages fluctuated sharply, first decreased sharply, and then increased again.

The audience who came back were all in a trance:

"...Crap, really, the rating has really changed."

"Even the trumpet of the big guy can reach this level with such limited resources, it's really too strong..."

"Damn, no matter if he is a rookie or a boss, I announce that I will live in this live broadcast room from now on!"

"Invest in shares in advance, and you won't lose money!"

Wen Jianyan's face was white, and she climbed down from the bed with some prostration.

The twitching caused by the tension in the stomach finally disappeared, but the physical discomfort caused by it has not completely disappeared.

The mirror that was upside down on the table disappeared at some point, replaced by a small key with a faded nameplate hanging on it, which seemed to be the key to a locker.

Under the key was a crumpled note, with the words scrawled on it:

"Classroom 408 on the fourth floor, locker 368, rental period: before 1 am."

It seems that this is the time limit for him to complete this so-called "mission".

But... Classroom 408?

Wen Jianyan remembered the words he overheard in the women's toilet before.

The room where the mirror is located is dormitory 408.

Is there any connection between these two rooms? Or is it just a coincidence?

Wen Jianyan read the note over and over several times, but found no other clues.

He put the note and the key in his pocket.

At this moment, the bell rang from downstairs: "When - when - when -"

The bell struck ten.

Clear and loud, as if amplified by some unknown force for everyone in the dormitory to hear.

"Snapped!"

The lights in the hallway suddenly went out.

"It's time to turn off the lights—"

In the distance, the voice of the old witch came from downstairs.

Her voice became extremely strange. The original thick voice was mixed with a hissing sound, which seemed strange, and in the boundless darkness, it seemed extraordinarily strange, giving people goosebumps for no reason.

"You bastards, don't let me find out that you are still outside the bedroom...hehe."

"Ding!"

The familiar mechanical sound rang in the ears of every anchor:

[The live mission has been updated]

As if to push everyone into the depths of nightmares and fears, the emotionless voice continued:

[Release task: leave the dormitory after turning off the lights and explore the campus]

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

At the same time, Wen Jianyan heard a "ding" in her ear.

Immediately afterwards, a few lines appeared in front of me:

[NPC teacher Yang alienation countdown: 00:00:01]

[NPC alienation completed]

[The target of hatred value: Xiao Wen]

[Under the anchor's unremitting killing and persevering provocation, you have finally become the target of NPC hatred!Congrats to the presenter for this honor!Celebrating the whole world, congratulations!】

Wen Jianyan: "..."

...I have a dirty word that I don't know if I should say it or not.