Chapter one hundred and fifty

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"!"

"!!!"

"Daily, this is too gullible!!"

"I'm willing, I'm willing, I'm willing!!! Woohoo, come and be my muse, please! [Reward Points 50]"

"Ah ah ah, although I know that the main purpose of the anchor must be to delay time, but I don't believe that anyone in this world will refuse this request ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! [Reward points 50]"

"The anchor really has nb on him. I even suspect that he is psychological. This is a fucking direct attack on the weak and precise attack!"

"That's right, for No. 04, this is a deal that is completely legal to refuse!"

The youthful amber eyes were close at hand.

No. 04's chest suddenly rose and fell violently, and he suddenly stretched out his hand, raising his hand to grab the opponent's wrist without warning.

Beneath the thin skin is a hard and fine wrist bone.

Wen Jianyan stared at him without blinking, her eyes were alert, and she waited quietly.

"how?"

He seemed to be so at ease, and he couldn't see the fear and trembling hidden beneath the surface of calm.

"..."

The man lowered his eyes, his gray eyelashes covered his pupils, he leaned down, put his lips on the back of Wen Jianyan's hand, and his guttural voice trembled: "Deal."

Looking at the empty ward in front of him, Su Cheng's face became extremely serious.

"This, this... what's going on here? I remember he was still here just now?"

Huang "Mao" looked around, with a surprised expression.

The ward in front of him is small and rudimentary, and even people with poor eyesight can easily see the entire room.

However, Wen Jianyan, who was still in the same ward as them just now, suddenly disappeared without knowing when it started - just like evaporating in the air, leaving no trace.

Su Cheng was startled, and seemed to suddenly understand something:

"...Number 04."

"What?" Huang "Mao" was stunned, unable to react for a while.

"Did you forget? When the meal was just delivered!" Su Cheng looked at Huang "Mao" with an excited expression, "That painting!"

The meticulously depicted and extremely uncomfortable sketch appeared in his mind, and Huang "Mao" slowly opened his eyes: "You mean... No. 04 took him away?"

"I guess so."

Su became a head.

Wen Jianyan was strongly targeted by various NPCs in this dungeon, and the hostility of those high-risk patients was almost all focused on him. When he just passed by to deliver meals to No. 04, the painting the other party drew was even more directed towards Wen Jianyan. Jian Yan's interest was blatantly placed on the table.

Huang "Mao" quickly followed his train of thought.

His face turned pale: "Then, what can we do?"

If what Su Cheng guessed is true, then Wen Jianyan should have been taken to another spiritual realm of high-risk mental patients, and that is another inner world touched by the fundamental law alone...

Across the mental barrier of this shape, even the props are not sure whether they can be used or not.

This is really bad, do they really have to wait quietly for the next time the bell rings, and the inner world will end automatically?

Su Cheng gritted his teeth: "Actually... there is another way."

Huang "Mao" was startled: "What?"

In Su Cheng's live broadcast room:

"Wait...I suddenly have an ominous premonition..."

"I also!!!"

"Didn't that guy just say it? 01 and 03 are dog-biting dogs,"

Under the dispute between No. 01 and No. 03, don't know when it started, the whole corridor has been very close to the real world, it looks very chaotic, and it has the characteristics of two different high-risk patients.

Su Cheng looked around, took a deep breath, and said with some uncertainty:

"If the purpose of the fight between 01 and 03 is to rob people, then shouldn't they think that fisherman No. 04 will benefit?"

Huang "Mao" widened his eyes slightly: "Wait... You shouldn't be thinking..."

"right,"

Su Cheng head.

"Continue looking in this ward to see if there are any clues," he raised his hand and wiped his face, with a lovable expression on his face, and said slowly, "I... I'll be back later. "

If you can come back later.

In Su Cheng's live broadcast room:

"!! The ominous premonition is fulfilled!"

"Woo, my little cute prophet is gradually being brought bad..."

"Hahahahahaha, is this the true story of Wen Jianyan's conquest? He actually went down the wicked path of being deceived!"

"I'm dying of laughter, the dog liar next door is a lot of harm!"

"Speaking of which, how far has the next door developed? Is there anyone from there to talk about it? I'm so curious!"

"The development next door...how to say, it's hard to describe..."

"?? What do you mean?"

"It means that it's obviously the home court of 04! But inexplicably, it was controlled by that dog liar! Good guy, I've never had such an anti-guest anchor!"

"???"

"Wait... If Wen Jianyan next door has already controlled the scene at 04, then Su Cheng is now looking for 01 and 03, doesn't it turn into a wolf into the room instead?"

"...It seems reasonable."

"Hee hee, I'm looking forward to it anyway. I've never seen so many high-risk patients scuffle in Ping An Nursing Home!!"

"Asura Field! Asura Field!"

"Fight! Fight!"

Melodious music flows in the air.

On the long table, there was a golden candlestick, and the candlelight flickered, illuminating the snow-white table and the plates placed on it.

The ripe grapes almost burst open, full and full, filling the golden plate with a toot, and the sweet fragrance wafts away.

The wine glass was filled with dark red wine "liquid", and the light waved lightly.

The drawing paper was scattered, with charcoal sketches of terrifying and terrifying pictures on it. They were sketched out with an almost crazy enthusiasm, but they were stopped due to some force majeure. on the face.

Empty and peaceful, but filled with a suffocating terrifying force, like a pressure box that inflates to the extreme, it will suddenly explode if touched a little.

Before the "deal" was reached, the equivalent exchange between the two had been going on for some time.

Wen Jianyan has always been very cautious.

The questions he threw are controlled to the extent that they are related to the "dungeon" and the "live broadcast room", trying to explore the hidden truth of this copy in a roundabout way that does not "expose" his own killing intent.

Every time the other person answers one of his own questions, he will naturally reciprocate.

Wen Jianyan has basically mastered the other party's so-called "artistic preference" based on what the other party has shown so far about his taste in paintings and music.

As a professional fraudster who swindles rich people in the upper class, Wen Jianyan has a lot of reserves in this area. He doesn't need to know much about classical beauty, or how much he appreciates this type of art, he just needs to know It's enough to do what he likes, and he can respond fluently to whoever the other party throws out, and he will push the topic down in the direction that the other party likes.

Based on classical art, Wen Jianyan gave full play to his imagination in the taste of the other party, and the constructed picture was even better than the one before 04.

However, he also left inadequacies in many details, so that when the other party is really interested in the idea, he will overthrow the idea.

He tried his best to prolong the process of "providing spirit" for the other party to obtain more information.

During this exchange of you and me, Wen Jianyan completed the deeds of the NPC No. 04 in her mind.

His real name is Mars, and he has been involved in dozens of A-level murders. Each murder is based on a world-famous painting.

Strangely, according to the other party, the experience between entering the prison and entering the Ping An Nursing Home seemed to be blank. Wen Jian temporarily determined whether this blank was due to the intervention of the live broadcast room or the possibility of the Peace and Peace Nursing Home. Conducted human experiments.

Although the other party can still answer his own life experience and crimes fluently, but when describing this experience, Wen Jianyan is keenly aware of a strange sign.

I always feel... how weird.

When describing these crimes, the attitude of the other party is really too cold, even with a strange alienation.

Although Wen Jianyan has only a superficial understanding of criminal psychology, he is very clear that this type of anti-social high-risk patients has a strong Narcissus plot, that is, extreme narcissism - this narcissism is not only for One's own intelligence and strength are more specific to the works he has completed. No. 04, a lunatic who was imprisoned in a sanatorium for turning humans into bloody works of art, it is even more impossible for him not to care about his own works.

When describing this part of the content, 04 is like telling someone else's story, not only seldom describes the details, but also appears to be very interested.

Only when the topic goes to "art creation with Wen Jianyan as the main body" will it become full of passion again.

"In order to provide me with more spirits, are you willing to wear the clothes I prepared for you before?"

After answering another question from Wen Jianyan, No. 04 took out what, then looked at the young man in front of him and asked politely.

Wen Jianyan was pulled out of his thoughts by No. 04's voice.

"..."

He blinked, his eyes fell on the object in the other's hand, and then fell silent.

Skirt again.

Oh shit.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"..."

"I sincerely doubt that the real purpose of letting the anchor wear a skirt at the beginning of No. 04 is to satisfy his own XP."

"It's a complete waste of money!!"

"Don't hide it, you pervert!! You're just a womanizer!!!"

Wen Jianyan pulled the corner of her mouth, gritted her teeth and replied, "Of course."

"thank you."

04 said politely.

He put down the paintbrush and paper in his hand, and stood up: "I will leave you room to change, just call me at the end."

Before the other party left the restaurant, Wen Jianyan changed her clothes as quickly as possible.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"... Help, this scale is not big, can't we let us see more!!"

"Everyone is a valuable paying audience, don't move the camera every time you encounter this exciting plot, okay!!"

"Wow, I really don't want to look at the chandelier. Help."

Having had an experience before, Wen Jianyan is quite familiar with the change this time.

As he stared at the thinnest piece of fabric, he narrowed his eyes slightly and fell into silence.

He suddenly realized where the strangeness he had just noticed came from.

The opponent's modus operandi has changed.

Among all the murders in the past, "world famous paintings" are the absolute blueprints, and the degree of innovation is relatively low.

Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes and glanced at the scattered paper balls without a trace—the pictures that were either created independently by the other party, or conceived by him, came to life again in his mind.

In fact, among all the paintings that are related to him, classical sculptures and famous classical paintings have become supplementary elements and supporting roles. It seems that the other party's interest is no longer in restoring those famous paintings with human bodies, but has been transferred to The subject of the screen-

That is, Wen Jianyan himself.

Humans were originally supposed to be the material for creating a certain picture of the opponent's fantasy, but now they have become the protagonists who absorb all the highlights.

The modus operandi of a perverted murderer...why did it change so strongly?

It seems that the difference is not big, but its internal logic has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Why is this so?

Wen Jianyan leaned down and picked up the thin garter, which was warm and soft like running water, wrapping around his fingertips as if alive.

He suddenly smiled: "Come in."

With a "crunch" sound, the shaft turned, and No. 04 walked in unhurriedly.

He stared at the young man in front of him with those cold, fog-like gray eyes, and a strange dark light burned at the bottom of his eyes:

"Thank you, my muse."

Wen Jianyan watched the other person walk in with cold eyes, suddenly raised her hand, and threw the thin fabric in her palm.

04 was startled, and subconsciously raised his hand to catch it.

The flowing cloth slid down and wrapped around the fingers, bringing a soft touch that was almost gentle.

"Equivalent exchange, isn't it?"

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes, his eyes flashed with a cold and cunning cold light, and he sat down gracefully:

"Come and dress me."

"..."

In the huge hall, the music flowed softly.

No. 04 knelt on one knee in front of the chair, his face was calm and his eyes were lowered, and he used his fingers to spread out the soft and thin fabric and straighten it out.

The young man stepped on his knees and waited for the other party to serve.

This action made the heavy and complicated fabric pull up naturally, "exposing" an adult male "sex", slender legs, straight bones, covered with a thin layer of tight muscles, and finally retracted at the protruding ankle bone. bundle.

His arches are high, and the soles of his feet are not slender, but they are too white.

Beneath the pale skin, you can see meandering blue blood vessels and undulating bone lines like mountains.

The soft cloth was pulled upwards from the toes, spreading like a soft snake, and when the thin wrinkled cloth was stretched, it stretched out a pearly luster.

The pale, sunless skin was slowly swallowed by the soft socks.

From the hard ankle bone, to the soft and fleshy calf that can be grasped with one hand, to the graceful knee.

To get the sock above the knee, 04 had to stand up and lean his upper body down slightly.

As the distance drew in, his fingers seemed to be very stiff, and the icy fingertips touched the young man's warm, jade-like skin from time to time.

The other side matched his movements, so that the buckles went around his thighs.

"..."

Wen Jianyan squinted and looked at the man who was close at hand.

The gray eyelashes trembled slightly, the breathing became disordered and rapid, and a morbid blush stained the other's towering cheekbones, breaking the appearance of restraint that was almost rational. , he looked frenzied and out of order.

Yes, the last question has been answered.

The inner logic of committing crimes has changed, because the subject of desire has changed.

Wen Jianyan gave a low laugh, raised her hand, patted No. 04's cold cheek, and said:

"No, I should thank you."

-Gives me a chance to get close.

The next second, the props are activated.

Shaped chains emerged from the sky, tying the man in front of him tightly, unable to move from head to toe.

This is an item in the B-level shop.

Basically, the higher the level of dungeons, the higher the level of NPCs and ghosts, and the more difficult it is to be restrained by the props in the store. The props that Wen Jianyan used in the previous dungeons are almost here. All methods come in handy-because the item level is too low, it will be freed almost in the blink of an eye.

Only some of the solution items sold in B-level stores and above, with harsh conditions, can be applied to all ghost NPCs, and there is no possibility of breaking free.

As long as you maintain close contact before using it, you can use it for as long as you like - this item is difficult to use in most situations. After all, if you maintain that close distance with a ghost, it may be lost in just a few seconds. Will be killed, there is no chance of being used at all.

The youth pushed 04 to one.

The other party's stiff body naturally fell to the side of the chair.

Wen Jianyan, like a swimming fish, got out of the narrow space and said with a smile:

"It was a pleasure doing business with you."

"..."

No. 04 was fixed to the chair by a shaped rope, and a terrible dark light rolled in his gray eyes. He stared at Wen Jianyan, who was quickly pulling away from him, as if he was forced to wear a mouthpiece. The flail, while the law tightens the teeth of the beast.

Wen Jianyan turned around and took a step forward, rushing upstairs at the fastest speed.

He ran up to the second floor according to his memory, changing his original clothes while running, stepping on those complicated and soft expensive fabrics under his feet.

Soon, he found the locked one, and rushed in without slowing down.

Wen Jianyan had searched the first few rooms inside, and only the last room had not been entered.

At the moment of rushing into the last room, the familiar system prompt sounded in his ears.

【Ding! Congratulations to the anchor for completing the task: found? ? ? the ward

Bonus points: 200]

The pattern in front of you is very familiar, the narrow space, the cold iron bed, and the paintings on the walls. The only difference is that in the Ping An Sanatorium in the world, these paintings are reversed, but here they are all based on Showing people on the front - these paintings should be from the past 04. In these paintings, human beings are not the subject, but the material.

Wen Jianyan opened the cabinet.

A paintbrush lay quietly at the bottom of the cabinet.

He leaned down and picked up the paintbrush.

At the moment when the fingertip touched the brush, the sound of the system sounded again in my ear:

"Congratulations to the anchor for getting the hidden item (difficult) in the copy!"

【Collection degree 2/10】

It seemed that his guess was correct. The hidden props related to the patient were hidden in the room of the other side's inner world.

Wen Jianyan quickly put the pen in his pocket.

Well, all his purposes in this world have been achieved.

The next thing you need to do is to find a way to properly hide your breath and traces before the shackles of No. 04 are released, and then wait for the bell to ring——

Suddenly, at this moment, there was a violent crashing sound from under the face.

Wen Jianyan's eyes widened in astonishment, one of them didn't stand firm, and almost fell on the iron bed.

"???"

What, what's going on?

first floor.

The face trembled, the bricks shattered, and the dust fell rustling.

"boom!!!"

With a loud noise, a corner of the gorgeous hall was forcibly cut open, and outside the hole, a few familiar figures with savage faces appeared.

Tall, like a beast-like Edward, and No. 03 with a black and white rabbit in his arms.

Under the kind reminder, the three finally realized that their fight had caused the prey they got to be snatched away by others.

The original hostility was replaced by cooperation.

Soon, the barriers between the inner worlds were smashed together.

Everything changed again.

Pale, dark and bloody chaos, like a flood that opened the gate, spread into the delicate and orderly world, three different spiritual worlds collided together, and the order of the cause was messed up.

Edward held the axe in one hand, his strong muscles bulged, his pale blue eyes flashed with violent killing intent, he bared his teeth and said, "Sneakly grab people while we're fighting... 04, you don't want to live anymore. ?"

With an angelic smile on his face, the white-haired Neil slowly took two steps forward and whispered:

"Where's my little rabbit? Where did you hide him?"