Chapter Eleven

After jumping to the end of the list, the number of people online in the live broadcast room increased rapidly.

【Ding! The number of people online in the live broadcast room exceeded 6000]

【Ding! The number of people online in the live broadcast room exceeded 8,000]

[Congratulations to the anchor for his achievement: I am the most beautiful boy in this copy

Wow, your unique live broadcast style and unique personality charisma shine in the live broadcast room! It successfully attracted the attention of a large audience and became the ratings champion in this copy!

Please continue to burn your life, move forward bravely, and create a higher quality live broadcast experience for the audience! 】

Wen Jianyan had a headache from being quarreled.

He turned to look at his watch.

With ten minutes to go, the new round of points settlement time is approaching.

Thinking that these popularity will soon be turned into points, the ding ding sound seems to be less annoying.

Su Cheng stepped forward from behind, his eyes fell on the canvas, and he was slightly startled: "This...this is?"

Wen Jianyan immediately came back to her senses, and instantly entered her role.

"Xu Yuan."

He paused, his voice was slightly lower, with a little hoarseness that was not easily detectable: "...my sister."

Su Cheng pursed his lips, a look of unbearable expression appeared on his face, and he was silent for a while.

Wen Jianyan seized the opportunity, while the other party was still immersed in the false emotions created by him, and before he had time to remember what happened before and questioned, he took a step forward and quickly peeled off the human skin painting from the drawing board. Pick up and stow, and give the instructions neatly:

"Let's go."

Su Cheng: "Eh...eh?"

Wen Jianyan's tone was calm, but slightly rushed: "It's not advisable to stay here for a long time."

That's true.

Su Cheng nodded, hurriedly quickened his pace, and followed Wen Jianyan out of the room in confusion.

"Then...then where do we go next?"

Su Cheng trotted a few steps, tried his best to be side by side with Wen Jianyan, and asked in a low voice.

"Go back to the dormitory." Wen Jianyan replied.

Su Cheng was startled: "Dormitory building?"

Although Wen Jianyan still looked calm, her actual mood was extremely bleak.

Seriously, no one in this world wants to go back to the dormitory more than him.

After all, the hatred of the old witch is still concentrated on him, and going back now is like a tiger's mouth.

However, to return his face to Xu Yuan, he had no choice.

Wen Jianyan sighed in her heart, and nodded bravely:

"That's right..."

He put on an unfathomable dignified expression, frowned slightly, and said in a vague way, "I still have something to confirm."

Su Cheng nodded incomprehensibly: "...This, this is it."

I don't know why, but the other party's brows are wrinkled now, as if he has his own plans, which makes him subconsciously stop asking questions, so he can only shut up obediently and keep up.

The barrage was swiped by the wicked "hahahaha".

"Sahua! The head of the Liar Victims Alliance is born! It's really eaten up, hahahahahahahaha."

"Grass, love the opposite new anchor again."

Some viewers scoffed at this:

"Come on, don't be sympathetic. Is this anchor's lie so hard to expose? Stupid people don't deserve to be sympathized with."

"Don't expose your ignorance too thoroughly, okay? In the situation in the dungeon, can you spot those subtle loopholes while running for your life? Don't make me laugh."

"Yes, who can't say hi from God's perspective, you can do it."

"No no no, this is secondary, the main reason is that the anchor is really playing with psychology... First subtly establish authority, and then pretend to be mysterious to confuse people, it is simply to cut off the doubt from the root, basically this After the set of tricks is played, anyone has to be taken and run."

With the experience of going upstairs, the two escaped the siege of the shadow and successfully left the teaching building.

They went back the same way and quickly returned to the downstairs of the dormitory.

The door of the dormitory building was open, and everything was blurred in the shadows of chaos. The surroundings were dead silent, silent, as if you could hear the sobbing of the air as the cold wind slowly passed through the doorway.

The air was thick with blood, and the strong smell of rust was almost sickening.

Wen Jianyan and Su Cheng looked at each other and saw the solemn expressions on each other's faces.

The two walked lightly and walked cautiously into the building.

After the lights were turned off, the hall was empty, as quiet as a grave.

A dim light was lit in the stairwell, illuminating the blood-stained stairs, and the traces of being dragged were shocking under the light. In the still-dry pools of blood, visceral fragments and scratched finger marks were faintly visible. It is as if you can imagine how tragic a massacre has occurred here.

Wen Jianyan looked solemn.

He turned his body slightly, avoiding a lot of splattered blood on the wall, and walked up the stairs step by step.

Su Cheng followed behind him, his eyes slowly swept across the cruel traces, and his back was chilled.

He lowered his voice and asked:

"This... what the hell happened here?"

Wen Jianyan shook her head: "I don't know."

He frowned: "However, based on these traces, it is very likely that someone has suffered misfortune."

The young man paused, lowered his head slightly and looked over:

"Remember the room I pulled you into?"

The dim light shone down from the top of his head, gilding his beautiful and profound features with a layer of gold, and in the borderline between shadow and light, he seemed so worried and upright.

Su Cheng was a little stunned for a moment, and he nodded before he was stunned.

Wen Jianyan: "my phone is hidden there."

He paused and sighed heavily: "When things have developed to this point, I can't continue to sit back and watch no matter what, I have to ask for support."

Su Cheng was startled: "Then your sister..."

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth slightly:

"...No more innocent people can be killed."

Su Cheng reacted for a second, and then couldn't help but be in awe.

The other party concealed his identity and sneaked in against the order. If he contacted his superiors for support, his actions would also be revealed.

So...he was trying to save people and gave up the chance to find his own sister!

So moving!

A piece of "..." floated through the barrage

"he-tui!"

"...He found a fart sister, contacted a fart superior, this guy finally found a legitimate excuse to go back to the dormitory!"

"A dog liar who deceives the feelings of innocent anchors! [Reward Points 50]"

"Shameless! [Reward Points 50]"

"...If the first few people were not scolding and rewarding, your indignation would be more credible."

After easily deceiving Su Cheng's trust again, a smile flashed across Wen Jianyan's lips, he withdrew his gaze, turned and continued to walk upstairs.

The psychological stress of walking through the stairwell was much greater than the last time left.

The ground was slippery, the still-dry blood stains were covered with messy footprints, and the air was filled with a strong smell of rust, which became more pungent as it went up.

Even Wen Jianyan, who had memorized the map of the entire dormitory building by heart, was full of energy and walked forward cautiously.

But fortunately, from the first floor to the third floor, they did not encounter any danger along the way.

The old witch that Wen Jianyan was most worried about meeting didn't even have a shadow.

Soon, the two came to the third floor without any risk.

Compared with when they left, the third floor became more eerie and dead. Some bedroom doors were open crookedly, and there were long trailing marks on the ground. Although some bedroom doors were closed, there were splashes on the windows. The blood looked extremely tragic, and it seemed that something as terrifying as in the corridor had happened inside.

Looking at the silent bedrooms, Su Cheng felt a little bit of joy in his heart, in addition to being terrified.

It seems that his previous choice to leave the dormitory to explore the school was the right choice.

Obviously, hiding in the bedroom is no safer than going out to complete a mission.

I just don't know how many anchors are still alive in this copy.

Wen Jianyan walked straight to his room.

The bedroom door was tightly closed, and it was pitch-black inside, as quiet as a tomb.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, raised her hand, pressed it on the door handle, and slowly opened the door.

As soon as he entered the room, the bedroom door seemed to be dominated by some kind of force, and it slammed shut with a bang!

The deafening sound echoed in the empty corridor, making people tremble.

Su Cheng was shocked, took a step forward in a hurry, and shook the door handle forcefully: "Brother Wen, what's going on?"

Through the thin door panel, the young man's somewhat ambiguous voice came over:

"The door lock is stuck, you wait."

The moment he heard the voice of the other party, Su Cheng couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

As a novice anchor who entered the dungeon for the first time, the sense of security brought by the other party is really precious.

I don't know since when, he began to trust this NPC more and more, and even unknowingly regarded him as the backbone.

"Do you need me to look outside for the keys too?"

Su Cheng asked.

"...Okay, sorry to bother you."

Wen Jianyan's back was leaning against the door, his Adam's apple rolled, trying to answer in the calmest voice.

His eyes were fixed on the corner of the bedroom.

There, a girl in an old-fashioned student uniform was standing there quietly. She was facing Wen Jianyan, but her head was turned 180° behind her, her long black hair was hanging on her chest, and her whole body was It looks weird and scary.

Wen Jianyan heard the blood pounding in her ears, and her head fainted a little under the excessive pressure.

Although it is not the first time to experience this kind of thing, but the instinctive physiological response to fear has not eased in the slightest.

The female student with her head turned back slowly raised her hand and opened her palm, as if asking for something from him.

"Have you found my face?"

calm.

That's what you came back here for.

Wen Jianyan warned himself in his heart.

He took a deep breath and said:

"Yes."

As he walked forward, he reached into his pocket and touched the folded human skin painting with his fingertips.

"give me back."

The female student took a step forward slowly, and there was a trace of abnormal urgency in her voice.

Her head was still twisted 180° back, and Wen Jianyan couldn't see her expression clearly, she could only see the long black hair 'swaying' in front of her chest with the movements.

……and many more.

chest?

Wen Jianyan was startled.

In his mind, a thought flashed across like lightning, tearing apart the pitch-black sky in an instant, illuminating everything clearly and vividly.

In that human skin painting, Xu Yuan's hair... obviously only reaches shoulder length.

Is it an omission of copy? still is……

Little by little, he pulled his fingers out of his pockets, took half a step back slowly, and narrowed his eyes:

"You... it's Xu Yuan."

"give me back!!"

The attitude of the female student in front of her became even more frantic, and her voice suddenly became sharp, as if scratching glass fingernails with high frequency, and the hysteria in it could almost pierce a person's eardrums.

"...Or do you want to be Xu Yuan?"

Wen Jianyan took a light breath, stared at the other party, and slowly completed the remaining half of the sentence.

The opponent suddenly stopped moving.

The air seemed to be stagnant in an instant, squeezed heavily, and breathing became difficult and laborious. The cold and gloomy air was sucked into the lung cavity, causing the body temperature to drop.

The female student lowered her hand slowly.

"Chuck... cluck..."

The sound of twisting the neck bones sounded, and her head slowly turned forward.

Under extreme pressure, Wen Jianyan could feel his fingertips trembling slightly. He held his breath and forced himself to fix his eyes on the other person's face.

A pale and gloomy face turned around.

It was a face that did not resemble the person in the painting.

She stared at the young man in front of her with pitch-black eyes for a split second, and the corners of her mouth rose greatly, revealing a terrifying smile that could be described as bizarre.

Her face, the one Wen Jianyan saw under the bed, was 30% similar, but the details were richer.

To be precise... the mask-like face of the female ghost looks like a poor and rough replica.

And the authentic face of that terrifying face is in front of Wen Jianyan at the moment.

"Kakaka-"

A sharp metallic rubbing sound resounded in the narrow bedroom, monotonous and infiltrating.

A utility knife was slowly pushed out of the plastic casing, flashing a cold light in the dim bedroom, and the icy surface reflected the gradually clear sinister smile.

"Hehe, hehe."

Her head was crooked as if it was broken, nervous laughter overflowed from her throat, and she walked towards Wen Jianyan step by step.

Wen Jianyan stepped back, cold sweat seeping from the forehead.

His fingers were hanging by his side, and he had already tightly grasped the life-saving tool he had just taken out of his backpack—the robe of concealment, which could provide a minute to prevent him from being found.

From the beginning, he had already thought of a way out.

However, the duration provided by the Concealment Robe is too short, and it is still very difficult to open the door to escape in such a short time, so Wen Jianyan must hold on to the last moment before using it.

At this moment

"Meow."

A thin cat meow rang in his ears.

Wen Jianyan was startled.

...Little orange?

In the next second, all the light disappeared, and saw a bloody mass jumping out of the darkness at a speed that the naked eye couldn't catch, and dashed straight towards the female ghost's face——

"Ah ah ah ah ah"

A shrill scream rang out.

With this emptiness, Wen Jianyan quickly seized the opportunity, turned around suddenly and rushed towards the bedroom door!

The door that was closed just now seemed to have lost its strength and was easily pulled open.

Su Cheng, who was squatting at the door, raised his head in astonishment and met Wen Jianyan, who rushed out of the door.

Wen Jianyan didn't care about the indifference and integrity at the moment, raised his hand and grabbed Su Cheng's collar, and pulled him up:

"Go!"

Su Cheng stumbled and was dragged out in confusion.

After a pause, he heard the "click" sound of the utility knife being pushed behind him.

The voice gradually "approached", as if something was chasing after him.

Su Cheng's body suddenly became "hairy", and he didn't dare to turn his head. He could only keep up with Wen Jianyan as fast as he could.

Wen Jianyan also collapsed and shouted back: "Go downstairs!"

He doesn't want to stay in this ghost place for a moment! ! !

However, the two of them had just arrived in the stairwell, and before they could go down, they only heard an all-too-familiar humming sound coming from downstairs.

The lights at the top of the stairwell flickered dimly, and along with the sound of heavy footsteps, the gloomy and intermittent humming gradually 'approached'—

Grass!

It's an old witch!

As the target of the opponent's hatred, Wen Jianyan's hair stood upright, and screamed in a tone-shifting voice:

"Let's go! Go upstairs!"

Under the attack of the utility knife and the humming sound, Wen Jianyan and Su Cheng stumbled to the fourth floor of the dormitory.

The bright red number "4" is imprinted on the mottled wall, illuminated by flickering lights.

Not far away, the stairs extend into the darkness.

In the blink of an eye, several broken memories flashed across Wen Jianyan's mind.

in the toilet.

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

"Do we have 408 on the fourth floor?"

"It is said that there is, but 408 was later sealed with cement. You need to find it after midnight to find it, and after you open the door..."

Under dusk.

The old woman opened her turbid eyes, her bark-like wrinkled face trembled slightly, and said in a very low voice:

——“Stay away from the fourth floor of the dormitory.”