Chapter 43

Wen Jianyan wiped her head down dejectedly.

He pulled out a medical box from the toilet, and wrapped a bandage around his wrist a few times to cover the faint traces of the spell on his back.

This pattern is really too weird. Although Wen Jianyan has not yet figured out what it will appear on his skin, and whether it will affect his next live broadcast, but to be on the safe side, he does not I'm not going to let it just "show" out of nowhere.

"Grumbling."

At this moment, the screwed faucet made a strange hollow sound, which looked especially strange in the empty wash.

Wen Jianyan was startled, then raised her head subconsciously and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

I don't know if it was his delusion...

I always feel that the movements of my own image in the mirror seem to be slightly different from reality.

At the beginning of the bright light, it fell from the top of the head.

The blue face was reflected in the mirror, his face was slightly pale, and his eyes were bright amber. Although he was calm, his Adam's apple and shoulders were slightly tense.

The face in the mirror was so familiar, it was no different from usual, but, with the increase of eyesight, an inexplicable sense of disharmony gradually expanded.

For some reason, the people in the mirror seem to be more and more unfamiliar.

Wen Jianyan felt a layer of cold sweat rise from his back, he took out his phone as quickly as possible, and glanced at the ID card covertly.

No abnormal reduction occurred with remaining survival.

At least it means that he has not triggered any death traps now.

Wen Jianyan made up his mind and withdrew from the toilet as quickly as possible.

He left Room 1025 and came to the corridor.

The head of this apartment building is not small, it is a long straight tube structure.

In the narrow corridor, the light is dim, the walls are peeling off, and small advertisements like psoriasis are pasted on the electric box, layer by layer, scratched and pitted, and all kinds of sundries are piled up at the door of each house. Cardboard boxes, bags of sour-smelling kitchen waste, and old bicycles slanted against the wall, occupying most of the corridor.

As soon as he closed the door, he encountered a neighbor who came out of the opposite door carrying garbage.

She was a middle-aged woman of about four years old, and she was obviously stunned when she saw Wen Jianyan: "You are..."

"Hello, I'm Cai Feng's nephew."

With a friendly smile on her face, Wen Jianyan took the lead in introducing herself: "I came here to borrow for the past two days."

"Oh oh oh." The other party's face "showed" a look of surprise: "So that's how it is."

At this moment, Wen Jianyan thought of something. He took out a copper coin made of yellow paper from his pocket and stuffed it into the neighbor's: "By the way, this is you."

The neighbor was taken aback: "This is..."

"My aunt asked me to ask it from my master some time ago. It's fate to meet here, so I'll give it to you."

Wen Jianyan was nonsense without blinking.

The neighbor subconsciously squeezed the copper coin into his palm, looked at Qing, who looked inexplicably immortal, and asked, "You... your master?"

Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes and smiled at her: "just an ordinary feng shui master, nothing special."

The neighbor seemed to have thought of something, and slowly widened his eyes:

"Could it be... you are... what happened in this building?"

"Forget it." Wen Jianyan smiled harmlessly: "Although my aunt briefly described the strange things that happened recently to me before, she didn't seem to want to talk about what happened on other floors. I also don’t think it matters, but when I came here, I found that things are probably not as simple as I thought.”

"Tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Day. To be safe, she and her husband went out to live on my advice."

The tall Qing lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes were clear and sincere, and it was almost impossible to refuse any of his requests: "Excuse me... Can you answer a few of my questions briefly?"

【Integrity First】Live:

"Hey, this is the textbook level set level!"

"Hahahahahahahaha God damn Mr. Feng Shui, this liar is too skilled in metaphysics!"

"How many personal series can be fooled by a piece of oil paper, I'm dying of laughter, how many times do you use this paper money!"

Five minutes later, Wen Jianyan left the neighbor.

From this man, he did not get much information.

For some reason, the other party was vague on many key "sex" details, dodged, and seemed reluctant to talk about it, that is, Wen Jianyan asked, she would skip it by lying and so on - Wen Jianyan's sensitivity to lies Very high, the strange attitude of the other party can hardly be concealed from him.

Obviously life has been threatened, but it has to be kept tight-lipped. It seems that this dungeon is very deep.

However, Wen Jianyan was not completely without gains.

Regarding the 1304 that he is going to go to next, the other party said a lot of useful things.

A month ago, there was a massacre in 1304. It is said that poison was thrown into the dinner, and none of the four were spared, and all of them were poisoned to death. This person's mother-in-law lived opposite them, and she was the first to discover the murder scene. The death of a young man, and the tragic murder scene were very exciting, and soon he went crazy.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes covering the thoughtful look in her eyes.

As the difficulty increased, the dungeons he experienced seemed to become more and more detailed. Not only was the number of ordinary NPCs increasing, but even the map was expanding.

At the beginning, the map of Decai Middle School was not big, and the place outside the campus was shrouded in darkness, while the map of Fukang Private General Hospital was much better. Standing outside the hospital, he could almost see the entire street.

The copy of Antai Community is even more obvious at this point.

Whether it is an NPC or a map, it is the most realistic and detailed he has ever encountered so far.

This made him think of what Ji Guan said to him at the end of the last dungeon.

——"Fukang Hospital in Reality".

However, Wen Jianyan still has too little information and clues. Too many things are shrouded in the fog of "mystery". Every guess in the book is vague and incomplete, and there is no evidence to support it.

Wen Jianyan sighed, pulled himself out of his messy thoughts, and walked into the elevator.

Like this apartment building, the elevator is also old.

Mottled and full of rust, there are small advertisements the size of a slap in the elevator, the paper is even slightly yellowed due to the age, there are dirty water stains on the ground, the smell in the air is complex, and the smoke is a headache.

Wen Jianyan pressed the button on the 13th floor, the elevator vibrated twice and slowly went up.

"Ding."

Arrived on the 13th floor.

The elevator door froze twice, then slowly opened to both sides.

Cold air blows in.

Quiet, too quiet.

The strange light of pale yellow "color" sprinkled from overhead, the deep and dead corridor extended into the darkness, the smell of incense ash floated in the air, near the corner of the elevator, there was a bowl of rice on the ground, with three sticks of rice "plugged" into the rice. Lighted incense.

Wen Jianyan was standing in the elevator, staring at the dark corridor in front of her, and she couldn't help feeling her scalp tingle.

The difference between here and the 10th floor is really too big. The bright fireworks have completely disappeared, leaving only a pure quiet and terrifying atmosphere spreading in front of us, which makes people feel an urge to run away.

"..."

I really don't want to go! !

Wen Jianyan closed her eyes hard, took a deep breath slowly, and stepped out of the elevator.

He turned on the machine and confirmed his main mission:

[Main Mission 2: Go to Room 1304 for shooting, the shooting time should not be less than a minute]

[Completion: 0%]

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast:

"Hahahahahahahaha, the first mission is on the 13th floor, the anchor is really miserable!"

"I remember that those who got the identity card of the anchor, basically never lived through this task, right?"

"Woooooo, come on, mother!"

Wen Jianyan moved forward step by step. The doors of the residents on both sides of the corridor were all locked, and the walls were either stuck with talismans in red on a yellow background, or hung with gossip mirrors to exorcise evil spirits.

His gaze swept across the house number on the door, and finally—

1304 has arrived.

Wen Jianyan didn't go in first, but took two steps forward.

As the distance shortened, the thick darkness was slightly dispelled, and a door at the end of the corridor jumped into view.

The iron chain sealed the door, and the rune paper was densely pasted on it, which looked particularly terrifying in the dim light.

The rusted house number is crooked, and the number on it can barely be seen: 1328.

Wen Jianyan stepped back in shock and turned to look at 1304 where he should have entered.

It was pitch-black, dirty, deserted, and there was no such thing as a "chaotic" mess on the paper.

"..."

I don't know what, this door immediately became inexplicably pleasing to the eye.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

"Squeak-"

The door was unlocked, making a harsh rubbing sound, and slowly opened into the darkness.

At the same time, a strong rancid smell poured out from the door, causing Wen Jianyan to cough twice, covering her mouth and nose with her sleeves.

He slowly walked towards the door.

It was obviously not yet sunset time, but the light in the room was so dim that it was almost impossible to see things clearly. Wen Jianyan turned on the flashlight and swept into the room with the faint light.

Water stains remained on the walls, and the room was full of undulating dark outlines.

The light of the torch lingered on the window for a moment.

The outside of the window was blocked by bricks, and no light could penetrate. Quanfu was placed at the entrance of the entrance. The photos were covered with dust, and the figures inside were not real.

The strong rancid odor in the air intensified.

Wen Jianyan turned on the camera and started recording.

Accompanied by the slightly shaking light source, the picture in the dark slowly swept across the screen, and the bright red rec in the upper right corner flashed.

【Countdown starts: 10:00】

In the living room near the dining room, a particularly eerie looking shrine was recorded in the video.

Wen Jianyan's eyes paused for a while, and after confirming that his survival time had not decreased, he approached wingedly and looked at the shrine with the dim light of the flashlight.

The shrine is not big, red electronic candles are placed on both sides, and they are not powered on. The singing machine is placed next to the shrine, and a thin layer of ash has fallen on it.

Three dishes were placed outside the shrine, and the fruit inside had turned black and deteriorated, giving off a strong rotten smell.

Inside the shrine is a small statue of a Bodhisattva.

The Bodhisattva sits cross-legged on the lotus flower, with three faces facing three different directions, with kind eyebrows and a smile on his face. He holds a tin cane and jewels in the middle, but he holds a strangely shaped staff and half-closed eyes. skull.

It raised its eyes and stared fixedly into the darkness, which made this seemingly compassionate smile look extra weird.

Wen Jianyan frowned slightly.

Although he never prayed to gods and worshipped Buddhas, he still had some understanding of metaphysics, gods and Buddhas. In his impression, no matter whether it was Mahayana, Theravada or Tantra, there was absolutely no such wicked Bodhisattva.

There was a cool feeling on Wen Jianyan's fingertips, the machine in her palm was unstable, and the light of the flashlight swayed towards the restaurant unconsciously.

The light passed by, and in front of the dining table, three dark figures "revealed" under the light. They sat quietly at the table, as if they had been waiting there early in the morning.

"!!!"

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank, she took a half step back in fright, and almost turned her head and ran away.

Reason restrained his pace, Wen Jianyan glanced at the countdown on the screen of the machine.

【06:26】

Oh shit.

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth, cursed inwardly, and looked at the dining table again with the courage.

The three figures remained motionless.

He confirmed his remaining survival time—it didn't decrease.

Shouldn't be much of a problem.

Wen Jianyan took a step forward in fear, held her breath slightly, and shone a torch at the dining table.

The table is full of plates and plates, and the plates are filled with rotten food of various colors, pig heads, whole chickens, fish, and flowery maggots wriggling on the skeleton of the soup, exuding a foul smell.

And sitting at the table...

three paper figures.

The paper figurines were made extremely finely, with lifelike eyebrows and eyes, and the scarlet cheeks and lips were smeared on the miserable paper face, which looked particularly terrifying in the impenetrable darkness.

A group of three smiled and sat at the dining table, as if they were having dinner.

Wen Jianyan's face was also a little "colored", subconsciously grasping the opportunity.

This copy is full of weirdness.

How scary! ! !

Within five minutes of entering the room, he felt that his back was wet with cold sweat, his body was pounding, and his whole body was a little weak.

"Zizzi."

A slight electric current sounded.

Wen Jianyan was so frightened that she almost jumped up and turned her head in a panic to look in the direction from which the voice came.

I saw that on his back, the electronic candles on both sides of the shrine slowly lit up, and the two blood-red "colors" were distinct in the darkness, like two slowly opening eyes.

"Zizzi."

With the sound of electric current, the chanting machine began to play slowly.

The chanting of the scriptures and incantations was destroyed by the sound of the electric current, which appeared distorted and distant, and merged into a strange tone, which echoed in the dark room that was empty.

...I will not record your uncle's!

Wen Jianyan jumped three feet high and rushed towards the door like a rabbit.

"boom!"

Before he was about to rush into the corridor, the door slammed shut in front of him, and a thick darkness descended.

"..."

It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid.

The big deal is that there are props, right!

Lin Qing's doctor's certificate can help him block a fatal attack, and can also provide a golden body, no problem at all!

Wen Jian said with a face, and kept thinking about it.

He bit his head, closed his eyes forcefully, then slowly turned around and looked towards him——

Scarlet electric candles flickered in the dark, barely illuminating the way to the dining room.

The room was pitch black.

The three paper figurines turned their heads at some point, three smiling, miserable faces, and the paper looked straight in the direction of Wen Jianyan.

and many more……

three?

Wen Jianyan was slightly startled.

In retrospect, according to the clues provided by the neighbors of the building, there should have been a family of four living in No. 1304.

That is to say...

Judging from the number of people, there is still one person short of the table.

Could it be that……

... Who cares, bet it!

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down, then walked to the dining table with her already weak legs.

The faces of the three paper figures stared at him with a smile.

I don't know if it's my own illusion, but I always feel that their eyes seem to be slowly turning following his steps.

Wen Jianyan felt a chill down her spine, and her ears swayed with her own thumping sound, and she couldn't even hear the voice of Buddha singing.

He gritted his teeth, slammed hard, and sat down on the vacant stool by the dining table.

The moment he sat on the chair, a familiar mechanical sound rang in his ears.

"Ding! It is detected that the conditions are met, and the hidden branch is being opened"

In the next second, Wen Jianyan only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the familiar feeling of dizziness came, as if the whole person was being dragged down, and the scene around him suddenly changed, making him almost unable to recover.

"Duh duh."

The sound of the kitchen knife hitting the chopping board came, Wen Jianyan frowned and slowly opened her eyes.

It was bright all around.

He was sitting at the dining table with fragrant meals on the table, and beside him were two laughing children, the elder was seven or eight years old, and the youngest was only three or two years old. Falling all over the house.

Everything seemed so peaceful and harmonious, full of the fireworks of everyday life.

Not far away, a slender figure was busy in the kitchen, and the air was filled with a strong smell of food.

This...is this?

Wen Jianyan was slightly startled, and a guess slowly emerged in his mind.

Replay the scene?

Soon, the sound of chopping vegetables in the kitchen stopped, the sliding door was opened, and a woman came out with the last plate of vegetables.

The moment he saw the other's face, Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank slightly involuntarily.

The woman has a miserable, paper-like face, with two dazzling blushes on her cheeks, her eyes are dull, as if they were painted on, her lips are raised, and she has a stiff and bright smile:

"Let's eat, Xiuqing."

Saying that, the woman put the plate in front of Wen Jianyan.

The two children on the side also stopped fighting and looked at them in unison, with miserable faces, dull eyes, and bright and dazzling blushes on their faces.

They smiled and said in unison:

"Dad, let's eat."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Under the gaze of the three eyeing paper figurines, he lowered his head and stared at the plate of green vegetables that had been discolored by the poison before him, and fell silent.

... Poisoning is okay.

That's obviously a bit too much, isn't it?!