Chapter 48

No, no, maybe, maybe it's just that he has too many?

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

Although there are certain elements in the dungeon Antai Community of Decai Middle School, there is a big variable in it, and that is the so-called "Bodhisattva".

More importantly, apart from the hidden route, Wen Jianyan has never seen any ghosts appear until now, but apart from the similarity of individual elements on the surface, the internal differences are still very big.

And... three instances in a row bumped into the same self-inflicted ghost boss?

This chance is too small, how could it really happen!

Wen Jianyan shook her head, throwing away her ominous premonition.

However, speaking of...

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the figure standing at the door if he had something—

This doorman is a little strange.

Fang Mingming left the community under his own dissuasion, why did he come back before the Mid-Autumn Festival?

The moment he saw Fang, he had already constructed an excuse for a lie in his mind, but the guard did not mention the previous incident at all. the same.

And his face... always felt something was wrong.

At this moment, a low "cha" and "cha" sound came from behind, very subtle, barely audible in the conversation of the anchor guard.

The rest of the anchors were basically gathered at the door, and all attention was focused on Chen Mo's guard.

Except for Wen Jianyan, who stood very far back from the beginning and kept distracted, no one heard this strange sound.

Wen Jianyan was startled and turned to look in the direction from which the voice came.

In that instant, a layer of goosebumps ran up to the skin.

I don't know when it started, the four paper figures sat together on the sofa in the dark, with four pale smiling faces facing the door, the painted eyes were dark and dark, without the slightest light, and the corners of the mouth were high and upturned. , the scarlet messy "messy" lines smeared on the face, which looked particularly terrifying in the darkness that could not penetrate the light.

They stared fixedly at the humans not far away, the smiles on their faces stiff and rigid.

……Grass!

Wen Jianyan's pupils tightened, she suddenly realized something, and immediately turned to look in the direction of the door.

"It's going to be the Chinese New Year's Day soon."

Under the dim light of the hallway, the guard's facial features looked like ordinary people.

But if you look closely, you can see that his face is a little too pale, the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned when he speaks, and the lips are closed very small, which looks a bit rigid.

"Since you are not leaving now,"

The corner of the guard's mouth suddenly rose, evoking a miserable arc:

"Then you don't have to leave—"

"Pooh!"

A figure rushed out from behind without warning.

Then fly away!

The doorman took a few steps back abruptly, only to hear a crunching sound of paper, the wrist holding the doorknob was broken, and only a papery hand remained on the door.

"Grass! Let's go!"

Wen Jianyan jumped out along the gap, screaming nervously while running:

"This thing is a paper man!"

After all, the other anchors are also C-level, and they have gone through at least a few dungeons. The moment Wen Jianyan rushed out, they also reacted immediately and ran quickly behind Fang!

Their faces are not good-looking.

These anchors are different from Wen Jianyan. They have experienced many limited-time copies of this kind of acting.

After all, this kind of dungeon will issue the main quest for each anchor based on the content of the identity card in the later stage, so it is basically peaceful and peaceful until the time comes, and when the anchor is left to collect information in the early stage.

In addition, have been communicating with neighbors on the ninth and tenth floors before, inquiring about information, and the NPCs that have contacted are normal and can communicate, and have never dealt with such a strange paper figurine.

They relied too much on their own tests, so no one could get there at all. This dungeon will start to change before the time of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it will start before twelve o'clock!

This copy is also a bit dark!

The other anchors sighed in the live broadcast:

"Oh, what a pity...Is there not a single anchor who was recruited this time? I'm so disappointed."

"After all, this kind of impersonation dungeon does not mutate until it reaches the node. This dungeon of [Antai Community] is different. It began to mutate slowly before the Chinese New Year Festival. I thought I would see it this time. A few downsizing, but they didn't even get interrupted! Damn it."

"Actually, even if you are locked in a room, you will still have a chance to survive. 1304 is not really fierce. I just watched the horror expressions of the anchors when they found out that things were beyond their expectations. It is super entertaining, alas."

"Don't sigh, it's actually quite interesting now. That kick just now made me laugh to death, so I interrupted Shi directly."

"Who was that person just now? Why didn't I remember that there was such an NPC in this dungeon?"

"I haven't done it either. When I just saw him appear, I was very surprised. Could it be that the content of the system copy has been adjusted?"

"Grass, I just went next door to check it out, it's not an NPC at all, it's an anchor!"

"Good guy, it's pretty similar, what level? Why didn't I remember this one."

"Do you usually just pick up intermediate and high-level copies to watch? This is a rookie anchor who was fierce some time ago. He has only passed two copies and has just been promoted to D-level. He will guide the next door [Integrity First] Live broadcast."

"??"

"????"

"What? Class D?! Are you kidding?!"

Wen Jianyan rushed forward with all her might, completely unaware that Zizi had unknowingly attracted a new wave of audience.

The lights in the corridor flickered, and the faint light flowed into 1304 along the open door, illuminating the four smiling paper figures on the sofa.

They snuggled together, motionless, as if they were dead, but as if they were alive.

"Zizi..."

The sound of electric current came from the chanting machine, intermittently, and the singing voice changed in pitch in the empty room.

Next to the shrine, the electronic candle lights up at two scarlet o'clock.

The faint light shone on the Bodhisattva's face, making his seemingly loving and serene face become extraordinarily treacherous.

The doorman lifted his face slowly, his face faded from the human skin color, and under the light showed the rough texture of a paper plate.

He walked towards the door step by step, took off the paper palm hanging on the door handle and refitted it, then lifted it up, and used those dark eyes to close the backs of the anchors not far away, the corners of his mouth curved stiffly upward.

He smiled, and slowly, word by word, completed what he had just said:

"—No need to leave."

The light outside the window has completely disappeared, and the heavy and thick darkness is like ink that cannot be melted, as if it has an entity that surrounds the entire building, as if it wants to penetrate through the window.

The sound of messy footsteps and the sound of rapid gasping reverberated in the corridor. The anchors quickly ran towards the road they came from. The overhead lights were dim and scattered in the narrow and deep space.

Every once in a while, you can always see rice tributes placed on the ground, the incense sticking on it has not been lit since when, the faint blue smoke is like a straight line, slowly floating.

Finally, the old, rusted elevator doors came into view.

Wen Jianyan stood still, her chest heaving up and down in a hurry.

He paused and turned to look behind him.

In the bottomless dark tunnel, the paper man did not catch up.

Although there was no such thing as a ghost fight this time, Wen Jianyan could clearly feel that the return journey had undergone subtle changes.

The path is longer and takes at least three times as long as it takes to go.

The most important thing is that this building was supposed to be a straight-tube structure, but as Wen Jianyan ran over, several dark corners clearly appeared in his corner!

More passages are connected to the corridors, like deep black holes, waiting for the arrival of the victims.

A trace of solemnity flashed across Wen Jianyan's eyes.

This shows that the map in his impression will soon be useless.

So many changes have taken place before twelve o'clock now, and after twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, after the arrival of the Mid-Autumn Festival...

What else will happen is really unknown.

Soon, several other anchors who were left behind also caught up panting.

Although their physical fitness is not bad, they are still far worse than Wen Jianyan, who runs like a rabbit. This NPC runs like a top performer. They can't catch up with their lives, and don't know where they came from. practiced.

As soon as they stood still, only the young man turned to look over. His face was pale, his expression panicked, and in a trembling tone, he asked slowly, half in panic, half in disbelief:

"Just now, what the hell was that?!"

He worked hard to catch up with his anchors: "..."

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast:

"Hahahahahahahahaha, laugh at me, hahahahahahahaha, hahahaha, play, hahahahahahahahaha!"

"You act, you act!"

"Hahahahahaha, isn't this just an innocent NPC involved in a strange incident!"

"Bah! Why didn't you get up and pretend to be innocent when you just kicked the NPC and ran faster than anyone else with oil on the soles of your feet!"

Finally, Chen Mo came forward and briefly explained the current situation to the "poor NPC after being petrified".

They are obviously very proficient in this aspect, and have summed up a set of the most efficient words in multiple dungeons - to hide the existence of Nightmare Live, continue to maintain the identity on the self-identity card, and at the same time describe the current level of danger, so that Let npc continue to cooperate.

"As for your mother, there should be no need to worry."

Chen Mo added: "As long as she stays in the room well, there should be no problem in terms of safety, and you'd better let us act together now to see if there is a way to solve all this."

Several anchors stood in front of the elevator and whispered something, and Su listened briefly and found that they were discussing the next course of action.

It probably means that it is not a good choice to go to 1306 now. You should retreat temporarily and go to other floors to see if you can get any new clues.

Su turned around and walked towards Wen Jianyan's direction.

Wen Jianyan's conversation with Chen Mozhi has ended. He is standing away from the elevator at the moment, staring at the dark and deep corridor not far away, not knowing what to test.

He carefully looked around to confirm that no one around noticed him, and then lowered his voice:

"Hey."

Wen Jianyan retracted her gaze and turned to look at Su who was beside her:

"I remember……"

He paused, as if something had happened: "Wang Runzhi, right?"

The young man's eyes drooped slightly, and his amber eyes were calm and calm, as if he was facing a stranger he didn't know at all.

Su: "..."

cattle.

If it wasn't for the three books together, he would have thought that this was the first time they met.

However, he also understood that Wen Jianyan's caution was justified, so he nodded, coughed unnaturally, and continued with Fang's words:

"Yes, that's right."

Su followed his line of sight to the depths of the corridor, and asked casually:

"What's next for you? What? Let's move on together, or...?"

"Not necessarily." Wen Jianyan sank for a few seconds and said:

"In this situation, it's hard to take action, but I can't follow you all the time. After all, my mother is still here..."

He glanced at the other anchors not far behind, and said meaningfully:

"Me, they shouldn't need me any time soon."

In the end, the anchors decided on the final plan and pressed the elevator button.

"Ding"

The elevator doors are open.

Chen Mo looked at Wang Hanyu, Wang Hanyu nodded, closed his eyes, and seemed to be feeling something.

After dozens of seconds, he opened his eyes: "Safe."

Wen Jianyan "exposed" with a certain look.

It seems... the talent of this anchor may be related to inspiration, similar to the existence of yin and yang eyes.

Season view is a bit similar.

After each streamer enters Nightmare, they will get "talent", which is the so-called novice gift package. However, the novice gift package is not immediately available from the beginning, but has different starting conditions. Most of the streamers are in He died before he was born.

However, most of the anchors are often able to activate their talents after two or three dungeons, and a few like Wen Jianyan do in the first dungeon.

The specific content of the talent has a lot to do with the "soul quality" of the host himself, and it will increase with the level up, get better effects, and even get new skills.

For example, Ji Guan, perhaps because he had been a ghost in Fukang Hospital when he was a child, his talent is spiritual vision, and he can sense the existence of nearby spiritual bodies.

However, his talent level is not high, and he is not active at all times. At this stage, he has not taken the initiative to use it, otherwise he will not be entangled by ghost babies in Fukang Hospital.

And this C-rank anchor is obviously of a higher level of talent, so he can also choose whether to activate it or not.

The anchor and his party entered the elevator.

"What's next? Where are we going?" an anchor asked.

Wang Hanyu: "Go to the notice board in the lobby on the first floor, maybe you can find more clues."

Saying that, he pressed the button on the first floor.

The elevator was humming smoothly, and soon, a "ding" sounded again, and the elevator doors slowly opened to both sides.

However, it was not the lobby on the first floor that appeared outside the elevator door.

It was the familiar, dark corridor.

The lights were flickering, the rice on the ground was placed in the corner, and the peeling wall was covered with vaguely written advertising spells, and a strong yin attacked.

Still on the 13th floor.

"..."

The expressions of all the anchors remained the same.

In the depths of the corridor not far away, there seemed to be vague figures.

Grass.

Wang Hanyu pressed the door close button of the elevator at the fastest speed, and then pressed all the elevator buttons from the 12th floor to the 2nd floor.

The elevator started humming again.

Soon, a "ding" sounded.

The elevator door slammed again.

The lights on the 13th floor were dim, and the sound of electric current was not smooth. The figure in the distance was closer. His pale face was hidden in the darkness, and the uniform of the doorman could be vaguely seen.

Behind the "Guardian", there seemed to be several blurred shadows.

"Crack" "Crack" "Crack".

The sound of footsteps rubbing against the ground echoed in the depths of the corridor, almost tingling.

Now, as long as anyone with eyes can see it, they probably didn't leave the 13th floor.

"Go, get out of the elevator."

Chen Mo made a decisive decision and left the elevator.

Compared with ten minutes ago, the changes on the 13th floor are even greater.

A strange smell floated in the icy air, like the smell of rotten corpses mixed with incense ashes, giving people an extraordinarily ominous feeling.

Several new corridors have been extended on both sides of the straight passage they had been walking on, and each corridor is exactly the same as that of ordinary residents' floors.

The top lights seemed to be tinted with layers of dim red light.

There seemed to be a murmur like singing in the distance.

"Do you want to use props?" an anchor said in a low voice.

At their current level, they also have a certain amount of points reserves for fixed audiences, and the spending on props purchases is no longer the same as that of novice anchors. It's not a mortal monster, and there is no problem in fighting it.

"After all, it's a paper figurine." Another anchor added: "That n... didn't that young man still do it? It shouldn't be difficult."

"no."

Chen Mo shook.

"It's only been three hours since I came in, and I have to use the points. What if I encounter any other crisis after that?" He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "We don't know much about the rules here, so we can't blindly fight."

Deep in the corridor in the distance, the doorman's seemingly ordinary voice came:

"It looks like you are all residents here, right?"

"Crack."

The sound of paper rubbing echoed in the depths of the corridor.

"It's so late, why are you still wandering in the corridor?" As the distance shortened, the pale face had been revealed under the light, and the previous face that was at least nine percent human had completely changed. look.

The corners of its mouth were greatly raised, and a smile appeared. The white paper-like cheeks were painted with two dazzling scarlet, and the paper figures were almost indistinguishable: "July and a half, hell."

The doorman smiled and asked with concern:

"Aren't you afraid of bumping into something dirty?"

"..."

Wen Jianyan, who was pretending to be low-key at the end of the team, twitched the corners of her eyes.

You have the nerve to call other ghosts dirty?

Chen Mo gritted his teeth and said, "Let's run separately."

The goal of gathering together is large, and it is easy to be set on fire. Now the layout of the entire floor has become more complicated, and running separately can at least ensure the probability of more people surviving.

"After this crisis passes, exchange props to contact."

The dark shadow gradually "approached", and the pale, smiling face was looming in the darkness.

There was no time for hesitation now, the anchors quickly divided into two groups, and each ran to the corridor in different directions.

Wen Jianyan Su took a quick glance and chose the same path.

The hallway was dark and depressing, with a dizzying scent of burning in the air, and the copper coins wrapped in red paper were pressed against the jacaranda. In the darkness, there were like red eyes, and small flashes flashed from time to time in the corners. The tribute plate, every incense on the white rice was lit, and wisps of blue smoke rose straight up, as if being swallowed by unknown ghosts.

Wen Jianyan ran forward while scanning the closed door on both sides with the corner of her eye.

Although all the corridors on both sides appeared out of thin air, the layout of the other floors of this building was still the same. There were debris piled up in the narrow passage, the doors on both sides were closed, and there was a deep and thick darkness outside the window.

In the dim light, the figures on the bronze medal can be vaguely seen.

1101, 1102, 1103...

In other words, this is the eleventh floor?

Wen Jianyan was startled.

He suddenly understood that this was not a ghost hitting the wall in the traditional sense, nor was the elevator malfunctioning, but that all the floors were concentrated on the thirteenth floor!

Those corridors extending from the thirteenth floor are the other floors of this entire building!

He seemed to have reached something, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and glanced at the screen.

11:42.

There are 18 minutes left until midnight.

At that time, it was the time of the ghost gate.

Behind him, Wang Hanyu was panting while running. He looked gentle, with a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose. Before entering the live broadcast, he should be doing clerical work.

Although his physique is not bad compared to ordinary people, he is relatively poor among this group of C-rank anchors, and his speed has gradually slowed down due to the long chase.

Wang Hanyu found the right time to turn to look behind him, his face turned pale.

He subconsciously quickened his pace, let out a rude curse, and shouted in confusion and collapse: "Grass, why the hell are these paper figurines just following us?!"

It was obvious that the anchors were divided into two groups, but these paper figures were not as scattered as they seemed.

On the contrary, they seemed to have found the right person, chasing in this direction in unison, without any hesitation at all.

Wen Jianyan also glanced at it.

Under the flickering red light, he saw the guard whose wrist was broken by himself. It smiled, one hand supported the broken wrist, and a pair of dark dull eyes stared at him.

And behind the doorman.

The familiar paper figurines were holding the two dolls, and their eyes were all focused on Wen Jianyan.

"Dad, Daddy, come and play with us." Paper children laughed from the corridor.

However, Zhou Xiuqing, who was inexplicably assumed his identity and his wife and children were taken away, also looked at Wen Jianyan with a stern smile on his painted face.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

I can't afford it.

I seem to know why.

Su, who was running beside Wen Jianyan, noticed his small movements and turned to look over.

"..."

The young man coughed dryly, his eyes dodging away from him.

Su: "………………"

Linked to the scene where they are now being chased and blocked by all the paper figurines, a guess with great possibility slowly emerged from the bottom of his heart, causing him to collapse immediately.

isn't it?

Are you fucking offended again? !

This is, what happened to Wen Jianyan suddenly.

He was slightly startled.

wait, this scene...

It seems that it can turn waste into treasure!

Wen Jianyan slowed down a little, took out his mobile phone from his pocket again, turned on the video recording function, and ran forward while aiming the camera of his mobile phone at the paper people who were following behind him.

The scarlet rec appeared in the upper right corner of the screen, recording the horror scene behind it.

【Countdown starts: 10:00】

Wen Jianyan raised the corners of her lips.

There is no fixed shooting location for his main mission this time, so according to his identity card as a supernatural anchor, there should be no problem as long as it is a supernatural scene.

Simply perfect!

【Integrity First】Live:

"..."

"……Grass."

"Hahahahahaha grass! Kill two birds with one stone!"

"Hahahahahahahahahaha, I am afraid that I am not going to die. How can this dog scammers get bugs?"

"I can't laugh anymore, the paper man who was forced to participate in the main quest: are you polite?"