Chapter 42

Wen Jianyan returned to the live broadcast waiting room full of cameras and transparent booths.

Before the start of the next instance, he took the time to check his backpack.

The [Xiaojie's tooth] obtained in the copy of German Middle School has been used up, and [Mr. Mirror] Wen Jianyan has not yet figured out the purpose, so he can only leave it in the backpack for the time being.

The two props obtained at Fukang Private General Hospital were also put into the backpack.

[Lin Qing's doctor's certificate (difficult-level item in the copy of Fukang Private General Hospital) Utility: Resist a fatal injury

Note: The anchor gets *Lin Qing's blessing props to improve the utility: after using it, you will get a one-minute golden body effect]

The number under the doctor's certificate is *1, which means that this is a consumable item that can only be used once.

[Remains of the Holy Infant * Sleeping (epic props in the copy of Fukang Private General Hospital) Utility: Awaken the Holy Infant and obtain the status of the mother of the world for 30s]

【lv 1】

[Permanently bound to the anchor: Wen Jianyan]

There is no quantity mark below the Holy Infant, only a very long cold time bar.

This is an extremely rare long-shaped item in Nightmare, and the remains of the Holy Infant he got are even rarer among the rarities. Not only will they not be consumed, but they are also permanently bound to the streamer and cannot be dropped or robbed.

At least, Wen Jianyan has not heard of the existence of a second similar prop so far.

He touched the Holy Infant in the void with his fingertips, and an inadvertent soft "color" flashed across his eyes.

[Apple seedlings: lv2]

(Breaking the Flower of Falsehood: Developing)

(Fruit of Lies: Developing)

Thirty seconds remain in the countdown of the blood-red "color" in the void.

He heard Xiaosuke's lively voice:

"The amount of points that a D-level anchor can bring into the copy is: 5000 points, please save the cost and try to survive!"

This is much stronger than the E-level, which can only carry 1000 points. At least one can buy a life-saving item or exchange for 50 minutes of survival time. The fault tolerance rate is much higher than before.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and closed the backpack interface.

During this time, he dressed in various appearances, and inquired among the various low-level and middle-level guilds, and learned a lot of valuable information.

However, the specific information and plot within the copy will remain a secret.

Obviously, there is a very strict set of "anti-spoiler" rules in the Nightmare live broadcast room. Not only will the host not be able to watch the live broadcast, but also will not enter the same copy. The system will also "leak" the story or content of the copy. Severe punishment, so no anchor can know the content of the next copy in advance.

However, the dungeon mode below C-level is basically fixed. The anchor only needs to avoid various death rules, maintain the live broadcast, and pass the customs by exchanging the survival time for a long time. Don't think about collecting hidden objects or changing the plot, basically It's not that difficult to survive.

However, copies of c+ and above are different.

The mode of the dungeon will become more flexible and demanding, and there are various kinds. For example, the team hunting battle started in the last dungeon, which is one of the unique modes. In this dungeon, although the survival time is still important, if the task is not completed, even if If you survive long enough, you will also encounter a death crisis.

Due to the level restrictions, and in order not to be targeted by the dark fire crew, the anchors Wen Jianyan contacts are basically D-level similar to him, and the highest is C-, so he does not know much about the copies above C+ level.

But it doesn't matter.

The D-level anchor can only enter the C-level copy at the highest.

After having a full understanding of the rules, Wen Jianyan is very confident about entering the dungeon this time.

The experience he summed up is briefly summarized in three words:

Don't kill yourself.

As long as you don't be bored and blindly increase the degree of plot deviation, with Wen Jianyan's current popularity in the live broadcast room, it is appropriate to pass a D-level or even a C-level.

No need to worry at all!

However, before waiting for Wen Jianyan to relax, she only heard the mechanical girl's voice ringing in her ears:

"Ding! Due to the wonderful performance of the host in the last dungeon, a B-level dungeon will be opened for you!"

"I hope the anchor will continue to improve the viewing experience of the audience!"

Wen Jianyan: "………………"

ah?

[Welcome to the Nightmare live broadcast room, the next live broadcast will start immediately. 】

【Our aim is to entertain to death! 】

Wen Jianyan's eyelids trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Noisy, very life-like voices came into the ears, and the crowd was constantly flowing. The old people, children, men, women, laughter, shouts, conversations, and countless voices mixed together, like a loud and huge sound. , take him all over.

The ear suddenly changed from extremely quiet to extremely noisy, and the excessive contrast made Wen Jianyan unable to recover for a while.

He blinked, and after a brief dazed and blank, his eyes slowly focused.

He realized that he was standing in the middle of a vegetable market.

under the sunset.

The reddish afterglow shone on the old-fashioned market, with simple pavements on both sides, vegetables, meat, cooked food... Crowds were constantly flowing around, students after school, office workers who just got off work, gray-haired old people , they stop and go, shopping for what they need for dinner, and everything is full of fireworks.

Wen Jianyan was in a trance, and even temporarily doubted whether he was in the real world.

The mechanical sound that sounded in his ears pulled him back from his daze:

"Welcome to the B-level dungeon [Antai Community], this dungeon is a role-playing limited-time dungeon with a duration of 12 hours. Please check the ID card in time and complete the main task.

Note: The main task in this dungeon must be completed, otherwise it will be judged that the live broadcast has failed, and the live broadcast room will be closed. "

...b-class.

Wen Jianyan's eyes twitched slightly.

He was about to change his mind and become an anchor who spent a lot of time in turbulent waters, but he was thrown directly into this "playing-type limited-time copy" that he had never been in contact with...

So he must have been targeted!

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, the dog scam is broadcast!"

"I got me!"

"Guy, b-level dungeon, this difficulty is rising too fast!"

"However, [Antai Community] is also still, and the dungeon at this level is considered a low difficulty."

"Yes, this book is quite friendly to the anchors who have just upgraded, and the initial survival time of each anchor is fixed, as long as you don't "touch" those difficult ID cards, generally speaking, it will not be directly It's fucked up."

"Hahahaha, yes, I remember that this dungeon has an identity card with a high mortality rate. Basically, no anchor has survived the first few missions after obtaining this identity."

"Yes, yes, I remember that it was like a spirit detective anchor, right? I died laughing, this identity card is really amazing, supernatural events will kill you, and that main quest is really killing people."

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, gritted her back molars bitterly, and took out the machine from her pocket.

This time, the machine is much earlier than the one distributed by the system at Fukang Hospital. The props distributed to the anchors in the Nightmare Live Room will obviously vary according to the age of the dungeon.

However, the prompts that pop up on the screen are exactly the same.

[Due to the large number of NPCs in this copy, in order to ensure the quality of your live broadcast, the Nightmare background app service will be opened for you]

【Please continue your efforts to create a more exciting and novel viewing experience for the audience! 】

Wen Jianyan skillfully turned on the Nightmare icon on the phone.

【Identify card】

"Sex" Life: Wu Qinghe

Age: 22

Occupation: Detective anchor

Related story: Unlocking

[The initial survival time has been allocated: 5:00:00]

[Integrity First] A piece of "..." floated through the live broadcast room

"..."

"...Sure enough, no surprise."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, it's actually you!"

"Because there is no difference in the initial duration, I overturned on the ID card. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I really shouldn't have the slightest expectation for the luck of the anchor!"

Wen Jianyan, who was unaware of this, was refreshed.

Five hours!

yeah!

This is the first time he has survived to such a high level! Could it be that the goddess of luck finally favored him!

Wen Jianyan's confidence suddenly rose, and his whole body was full of energy.

His eyes fell on the "Related Plot" column.

This time, the relevant story on the ID card is not [Unlocked], but changed to [Unlocking]. Is this the difference between a role-playing limited-time dungeon and a normal limited-time dungeon?

Under his gaze, the relevant plot on the ID card slowly emerged:

[Your name is Wu Qinghe, and you are a spirit-hunting anchor who signed a contract with a platform. Recently, you heard that there were many supernatural incidents in Antai Community, so on July 14th, you arrived here with your equipment, ready to Shooting material for my new video "Zhongyuan Festival". 】

The main quest has been refreshed.

[Main Mission 1: Check in in Antai Community within two hours]

【Completion: 0%】

[Main Mission 2: Go to Room 1304 to shoot, the shooting time should not be less than ten minutes]

【Completion: 0%】

Wen Jianyan stared at the screen of the machine and sank.

The word "occupancy" is critical.

Not in, but in.

That is to say, he must live in this community, not just enter it.

This is probably a bit difficult for Wu Qinghe, a spirit-hunting anchor.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"I took a look at the live broadcast rooms of several other anchors next door. Most of their ID cards are residents of the Antai community. Now they have basically started to explore the map. Only our poor dog liar is miserable. The ground is locked outside the map, and I have to find a way to live, which makes me laugh."

"Hahahahahahahahaha is really too bad."

"However, it's okay. The first task will not be too difficult. I remember the advertisement for rent posted at the entrance of the Antai community, right? As long as the anchor exchanges the points for some cash, and then asks the apartment administrator, there should be no problem. ."

While the chat in the live broadcast room was lively, Wen Jianyan made an unexpected move.

I saw him raise his eyes, quickly swept across the vegetable market in front of him, and then walked in one direction with a strong sense of purpose.

The proprietress of the pork shop was chopping the pork bones on the chopping board with a sharp kitchen knife, and the scarlet blood dripped down the chopping board full of knife marks.

"you."

At this moment, a young man's voice sounded from the top: "Excuse me... can I have a piece of paper?"

The other party really has a voice, clear, soft, and polite. Even in the "chaotic" market, it is as eye-catching as a clear spring.

The proprietress raised her subconsciously.

I saw a young man standing in front of the shop, with his hands spread out awkwardly, his slender and fair palms stained with blood from the shop: "No, I just accidentally rubbed a little..."

The other party's appearance is really outstanding, the facial features are handsome, the body is slender, the clothes he wears are also clean and decent, and the dirt on it is more and more dazzling.

His amber eyes drooped shyly, and there was a little soft light in the setting sun. When he was stared at by such eyes, it was almost impossible to feel the slightest rejection.

The lady boss's face flushed slightly.

"No problem, boy, wait a minute."

She wiped her palm on the apron, twisted and searched the shop, and found that the toilet paper roll that had just been placed on the counter disappeared at some point.

The proprietress hesitated for a moment, then pointed to the light yellow "color" oil paper wrapped around the pork beside her:

"I don't know if this will work?"

"certainly."

Wen Jianyan pursed her lips and smiled, and took the oiled paper from the other party cleanly: "Thank you."

Before he turned to leave the pork shop, he took out the toilet paper from the other side's shop from his pocket, tore out a piece, carefully wiped off the blood on it, and threw it into the trash can.

Immediately afterwards, the young man folded and tore the light yellow oiled paper, slender and fair fingers flipped over skillfully, and folded the paper easily into the shape he wanted.

He folded three times in a row, then put the folded east in his pocket, turned around and walked towards the door of Antai Community.

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom".

The doorman's window was knocked softly from the outside.

"...Who is who?"

The doorman was a middle-aged man in his fifties. He pushed open the greasy window and stuck it out. His eyes were blue and black with lack of sleep, and he looked irritable and restless:

"What are you doing? Visit registration?"

"No, I'm not visiting."

Wen Jianyan withdrew her gaze into the community, and looked fixedly at the guard in front of her.

The young man in front of him looked extraordinarily young, and he was very decent in both his clothes and face. When he answered, he was polite and polite.

However, his eyes flickered with an unusually quiet gleam, and he was looking at it for a moment, which made the guard inexplicably feel a little 'hairy': "Then what are you doing?"

Wen Jianyan took a step forward, took out a folded, pale yellow copper coin from his pocket, and placed it lightly on the windowsill.

The guard's face was a little unsightly: "What do you mean?"

"Before 12 o'clock tonight, burn it at the corner of the corridor on the thirteenth floor where the lights disappear, and drink it with alcohol."

The young man lowered his voice and instructed word by word:

"But this is not a way to break it. Remember, this can't be left for a long time. The farther you go, the better it will be. Don't come back."

After speaking, he took a step back: "See you, wish."

Wen Jianyan turned around and walked away from the community without reluctance.

He was counting the seconds in his heart.

"10, 9, 8..."

Soon, a whirring gasping sound came from behind: "Wait, wait!"

The guard's voice panicked and rushed, and pressed it on Wen Jianyan's shoulder: "Little brother, wait!"

The corners of Wen Jianyan's lips curled slightly without a trace.

He turned around, pretending to be "confused" and asked, "What's wrong?"

"You... how did you..."

The guard stood firm, his eyes moved a little uncomfortably, and he lowered his voice subconsciously: "What do you know?"

"I was just passing by."

Wen Jianyan shook his head with a calm expression:

He took a deep breath, glanced at the Antai community unconsciously, and quickly retracted it as if he was very afraid:

"I'm just a gang, you don't have to worry about it."

"but……"

He paused.

The doorman held his breath subconsciously: "But what?"

"It's nothing." Wen Jian sighed and looked up at the gradually darkening sky, with a heavy look in his eyes: "Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I'm leaving."

He stopped talking and turned to leave.

"Don't go, don't go!" The guard grabbed Wen Jianyan's arm anxiously, his attitude had already turned 180 degrees, and his attitude was sincere and sincere: "Little brother, you, you look like an expert. , Recently, recently this community really..."

He looked around secretly, made sure that no one was listening nearby, and said cautiously:

"Something weird happened."

"It's a little inconvenient to talk here, I wonder if you would like to... chat?" the guard asked nervously.

A smile flashed across Wen Jianyan's eyes.

Very, hooked.

In just a few minutes, he has quickly looked at the entire concierge.

The five emperors' money is hung by the window. The position of the hanging is awkward and incorrect. It should be hung up soon, and the person who hangs it is estimated to have only a limited understanding of metaphysics.

The doorman wears a string of Buddhas, a cross around his neck, and a small Guanyin statue on the table.

With such a complex combination, at first glance, it seems that they are urgently ill and "chaotic" to go to the doctor. No matter whether it is a god, a ghost or a ghost, as long as it can be used, will believe it.

In extreme fear, people will lose judgment and grab any spider silk that stretches out in front of them.

—Whether or not this spider silk is folded with pork-wrapped paper.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"..."

"Grass! As expected of you, dog liar! [50 reward points]"

"Grass! As expected of you, dog liar! [100 reward points]"

Room 1025.

The narrow room was filled with a stale smell, and there were clutter everywhere, and there was almost nowhere to go.

The slender and upright young man sat on the sofa. He lowered his eyes and fell on the steaming old teacup on the table, which seemed out of tune with the surroundings.

"How many times have I told you, don't bring this rambunctious man home."

In the kitchen, the guard's wife sternly scolded her husband: "These people are both liars, why don't you remember 'sex' for a long time?"

She grabbed the Buddha beads on the guard's wrist, her brows standing on end in anger: "Look at what you bought for thousands of dollars, is it useful!"

"No, wife, listen to me, I'm afraid this one is really a bit sloppy."

The doorman gave her a general overview of what happened at the gate of the community: "...he said the thirteenth floor directly, and he didn't ask me for money at all..."

Cai Feng snorted coldly: "Maybe it's someone who heard about the incident and ran past and blinded you."

She twisted and walked out:

"You stay here, I'll talk to him."

Hearing the footsteps, the young man raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound. Half of his face was immersed in the sinking twilight outside the window, and his eyebrows became more and more picturesque.

"you."

He greeted politely.

For some reason, the anger accumulated in Cai Feng's heart subsided a little. Although the words he said were still hard, they were not as aggressive as they thought:

"You said, can you solve the strange thing in this building?"

Unexpectedly, the young man slowly frowned and shook his head: "No, I'm ignorant, I'm afraid it won't be of much use."

Cai Feng was taken aback: "...what?"

Wen Jianyan stood up and looked around the whole room: "The location of the building is very strange, it is easy to accumulate yin and qi when it is located in the south and north, and the main line of the rooms in the building faces east again. The East is a symbol of evil and calamity.”

He frowned and pointed out the window: "Look at this, the tip goes straight to the front door, it's the evil spirit piercing the heart."

Wen Jianyan looked at Cai Feng:

"How have you been sleeping lately?"

Cai Feng's eyes dodged a little: "...Alright, alright."

"Didn't you hear any strange noises?" Wen Jianyan asked, her light-colored eyes staring straight at the other party, and her clear and calm gaze seemed to penetrate everything: "Or... something strange?"

Cai Feng: "..."

She was a little afraid to answer for a while.

Wen Jianyan sighed lightly: "The whole building was originally suffocating, and it is hitting the Mid-Autumn Festival this year. The combination of weather and geography has created such a feng shui overall situation. I alone can't do anything."

He shook his head with a heavy expression:

"I suggest that you move out of this place as soon as possible, at least...don't stop here during the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Under the words of the other party, Cai Feng couldn't help shaking his head, and his back was hairy.

She was not completely without any doubts about the strange time that happened in Antai Community recently, but now she was frightened by this liar, and she believed it even more.

She trotted back to the kitchen and began to discuss with her husband.

Finally, ten minutes later, the two finally made up their minds.

It is better to believe that there is, than to believe that it is not.

Compared with the job of janitor, life is more important.

They simply packed their bags, hurriedly called to ask for leave and handed over work, and were going to spend two days in a hotel outside.

After thanking Wen Jianyan, they didn't return and escaped from Antai Community as quickly as possible.

Listening to the sound of vehicles running away, Wen Jianyan turned around and went back to the building. He took out a pin from his sleeve and opened the door with two eases.

[Main Mission 1: Check in in Antai Community within two hours]

[Completion: 100% Reward Points: 5000]

The liar looked around at the empty room in front of him, with a satisfied look on his face.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room.

"..."

"...No! It's all right?!"

"Grass, dog liar, it's really something you can do! What a shame!"

"It's not enough that the anchor didn't lie in a certain sense... If the couple stayed on the Mid-Autumn Festival, it's probably not far from death."

"Hahahahaha, but it's still a cow, I'm a jerk. He was really fooled by him. It's absolutely amazing!"

Next, it's time to finish the second task.

Wen Jianyan took out the camera from his pocket and was about to check the video recording function of the camera. He made a sudden movement and his eyes stayed on his back.

On the fair skin, light black "color" lines appeared from unknown time, strange, tortuous, as if oozing from under the skin.

Looks like... a spell.

And the texture of this spell, Wen Jianyan can be considered very familiar.

Exactly the same as... that "Father".

And the one with the lines is precisely the one that stabbed the scalpel into the other's heart in the Fukang Private General Hospital.

"..."

Wen Jianyan's pupils trembled, and an ominous premonition slowly surged in her heart.

He hurriedly rushed to the bathroom and wiped the weird lines on his back with damp paper, but the lines seemed to grow deep in the skin, and there was no trace of being wiped off at all.

Wen Jianyan stood there with a blank face: "..."

His fingers were wet, still dripping with water, and the sticky touch of blood seemed to linger on the skin for a long time, and it could not be eliminated no matter what.

...isn't it? Lady Luck?

Do you only care for people for a second!