Chapter 165

The corridor is narrow and the atmosphere is depressing and quiet.

The group was clinging to the wall, groping forward, the sound of footsteps was very low, and only a faint sound of the rubbing of clothes could be heard.

It was so quiet, so quiet that it was scary.

Like a pool of dark and deep lake water, there is boundless darkness in all directions, and the fear of the unknown is boundless, creating an illusion of breathlessness.

The faint light of the flashlight was like a thin band of light, over which the hearts of all were suspended.

Wen Jianyan moved forward step by step.

As he walked, he sketched a picture of this layer in his mind.

So far, they have traveled almost fifty percent of the way, but... so far, they have not encountered any high-risk patients.

Wen Jianyan glanced aside without a trace.

The metal railing reflected a faint light under the light of the flashlight, and the surface was a dull, fuzzy shadow.

"Is there still no one?"

He lowered his voice and asked Huang "Mao" who was walking beside him.

Huang "Mao" nodded, and also answered in a low voice, "No."

"..."

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, looked away, and slowly continued to walk forward.

Along the way, the iron doors of all the wards were wide open, but so far no one has been seen.

This does not make him feel safe, on the contrary, the sense of crisis it brings is unprecedented.

The corridor in front of me seemed to have no end.

Time passed by one by one, and the "groping" in the darkness was so long that it gradually blurred the meaning of time and distance, like crawling in a tunnel for an entire century.

Wen Jianyan suddenly stopped.

Su Cheng, who followed closely behind, was caught off guard and almost hit his back, triggering a series of chain reactions in the team, and a low-key question came from behind: "What's wrong?"

Wen Jianyan raised her eyes silently and looked around slowly.

strangeness……

Logically speaking, it should have already gone 100% of the time.

However, the corridor in front of him still had no end in sight.

Although darkness and silence can blur human senses, Wen Jianyan has counted down the seconds in her heart from the very beginning, calculating her pace, even if it may deviate, it will not be much worse.

Under the faint beam of light that flickered from the flashlight, the corridor extended into the depths, with iron railings and prison cells that were no different from the previous one, icy walls on the other, and bottomless darkness in the distance.

It's as if they were always on the same footing.

...not quite right.

Wen Jianyan moved her fingers slowly, sticky sweat oozing out of her palm, and the cold body of the flashlight was covered with heat.

"Did the ghost hit the wall?" Su Cheng, who was behind him, asked in a low voice.

"I'm not sure"

Wen Jianyan shook his head subconsciously, but in the next second, the voice of his answer stuck in his throat and couldn't go up or down.

"It doesn't matter,"

Yellow "Mao" on the side looked at the direction illuminated by the flashlight, and spoke in a low voice, breaking the silence:

"I'm at the exit, we should be there soon."

"..."

Wen Jianyan's eyes flashed and she said, "Okay, then let's go on."

Soon, as Huang "Mao" said, after passing through the last two iron gates, the stairway extending upwards came out in front of everyone's eyes.

There didn't seem to be any danger around, and a faint light came in above the stairs, dispelling the thick darkness in the corridor just passed.

It was like the spider silk plunging into the abyss, like the driftwood that came out in front of you before drowning, with an uncontrollable magic that made you want to breathe a sigh of relief.

Wen Jianyan stopped at the stairs and listened with bated breath.

There was no stickiness on the top of the head, as if something was squirming, there was no footsteps under the stairs, and the patients on the second floor showed no signs of coming out.

"You go up, is there a nest 'hole'?"

He asked Huang "Mao".

Huang "Mao" nodded, walked towards the top of the stairs, stood at the junction of the stairs, haun, slightly tiptoed up and looked into the distance, then shook his head, affirmed:

"Don't worry, no."

He turned his head and beckoned to the person below the stairs: "There shouldn't be any danger up there, come quickly."

The rest immediately followed.

Only Wen Jianyan didn't move. He stood in Yuan, holding the flashlight in his hand, quietly watching his companion take steps, walking forward.

The light at the entrance of the stairs was weak, but in the endless darkness behind it, it was like a firefly that brought peace, shining silently not far above the head.

Su Cheng passed by, he stood on the stairs in front of Wen Jianyan, and turned his head:

"What's wrong?"

Wen Jianyan raised his eyes, the amber eyes shone slightly under the light of the flashlight, the look in the bottom of his eyes was gloomy and almost melted into the darkness behind him, he said abruptly:

"Ghost hitting the wall."

"What?" Su Cheng was startled.

"You just asked me if I encountered a ghost hitting the wall."

Wen Jianyan stared at the teammate in front of her and said lightly, "Why do you think so?"

Su Cheng didn't memorize pictures, let alone count his heartbeats to calculate the time and steps.

In other words, he probably didn't know how long it would take to walk this floor and how long the road would be.

He didn't even know why he stopped just now.

However, the moment Wen Jianyan stopped, the other party didn't ask the reason-he didn't ask himself if he had come to or something strange, but asked directly.

"Is it a ghost hitting the wall?"

Wen Jianyan's gaze shifted to the other three.

They turned their backs to themselves and didn't turn around even while he was talking to Su-sung.

Since entering this corridor, they haven't made a sound, or even "showed" one side.

Not right.

So wrong.

What's more, it's not just this corridor that is wrong, but also the players around him.

...every teammate.

As if the color had faded from the canvas, Su Cheng and Huang "Mao" lost their expressions on their faces. They were stunned, staring at him, their four eyes were straight, without any emotion. On Wen Jianyan's body, it was chilling and "hairs" stood on end.

Wen Jianyan tightened her fingers subconsciously and took a step back without a trace.

"Kakaka."

"Kakaka."

The slight, bone-rubbing sound sounded harsh in the silent corridor.

The other three teammates who had never "showed" their faces turned their heads a little bit, slowly, one frame at a time. Under the dim light at the end of the stairs not far away, Wen Jianyan cleared their faces—

Those were three blank faces without facial features.

"..."

my day! ! !

Wen Jianyan jumped up, turned around and ran away.

He ran wildly along the way he came, and the messy footsteps behind him followed him, as if clinging to the back of his head.

Even if he didn't need to look back, he knew that the five "teammates" were following him closely, chasing after him as if they were chasing their souls.

My day, my day, my day!

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth and cursed inwardly. Her heart was beating wildly beside her ears, and the hot blood flowed against her eardrums, making irregular pulsating sounds.

It really is! ! !

As he ran, his brain was spinning rapidly, thinking about the situation he was in.

how?

How did all this happen?

Have your teammates been replaced? Where are his real teammates?

When was it replaced?

Why did they induce him to go up the stairs? What's on it?

First, timing is critical.

If you can find the time node at which your teammates were replaced, you can probably calculate the reason for your attack, the purpose of the opponent, and even a series of other information.

While running, Wen Jianyan combed through every moment after leaving the elevator in her mind, searching for clues frame by frame like a movie rewinding.

He failed.

There is no chance.

Since they entered the negative layer, they have always acted together.

It has always been Wen Jianyan leading the way.

As a senior anchor, everyone is very cautious, and no one will make "actively touch" suspicious objects" or "actively enter a suspicious area".

Wen Jianyan did not find any opportunity for his teammates to be replaced.

It's too weird.

Wen Jianyan "showed" a blank expression.

In all dungeons, most of the crises have specific triggering reasons, and there are very few unsolved killings without any reason at all.

No anchor will survive under such necessary conditions.

The sound of footsteps behind him followed.

Wen Jianyan could almost hear the whirring sound of the other party's steps, the strange feeling that he would be caught in the next second made his muscles tense, and he couldn't help speeding up.

No, no, no, keep thinking!

He gritted his teeth.

Some clue must be overlooked.

Start all over again when you encounter an alley!

Frame by frame passed through his mind, and every second was carefully analyzed. Wen Jianyan felt that his brain was starting to hurt.

corridor……

still extending.

There is no end to the general extension.

Even though he has been running with all his strength for more than five minutes, the scene around him still seems to have not changed at all.

It stands to reason that when they are in the external world, the buildings and environment will not change with the mental world of the mentally ill. It is precisely because of this that Wen Jianyan guessed at the beginning whether he might have encountered it himself. The ghost hit the wall...

... "Ghost hitting the wall"?

Wen Jianyan's eyes widened slightly, as if suddenly realizing something.

When Su Cheng asked the question of "ghost hitting the wall", at that moment, it was Wen Jianyan's true thoughts.

He was thinking about whether he had encountered a ghost hitting the wall, and Su Chengcheng asked the same question at the right time.

Next, Huang "Mao" also seemed to have the ability to read minds and successfully answered his "question", and, after just a few minutes, he felt that the stairs that he should have walked out did appear in front of his eyes. .

"..."

A strange guess slowly emerged in Wen Jianyan's mind.

Why did the three of Luce not speak the whole time?

Perhaps it was because the other party and himself were temporary teammates. He didn't pay much attention to the safety of these three people, so he seldom thought about them during the whole process.

Why did "Su Cheng" and "Yellow "Mao" suddenly chase after them? If they were really "replaced" by some kind of creature, then their purpose should be to lure, not capture.

unless……

Whether to lure or capture.

It's all his own speculation.

Wen Jianyan carefully recalled everything that had just happened.

That's right.

Each one develops in the direction he "imagined".

Su Cheng's question, Huang "Mao"'s way.

And when he was suspicious and vigilant about the identity of his "teammates", the three of them turned around just right, revealing faces without facial features, which just confirmed his guess.

"..."

Wen Jianyan stopped abruptly.

He stood in the original, his heart beating wildly, and the hot sweat oozes from the back, and the whole person trembled slightly under the intense tension.

There was silence in the ears.

Dark, bottomless silence.

There were no footsteps behind.

Nothing at all.

Slowly, he turned his head one by one, and went behind him.

In the dim light of the flashlight, it was clear that there was no one there.

No one pursued.

No one follows.

Unaccompanied.

Both ends of the corridor were immersed in the deep sea-like darkness, like an isolated island, with only Wen Jianyan standing alone, panting for breath.