Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter One

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the huge spotlight suddenly lit up, and the dazzling light as white as day dispelled the darkness, and everything was instantly visible.

Wen Jianyan shrank back subconsciously and raised her hand to block the sudden strong light.

[The next live broadcast will start in five minutes]

An emotionless female voice sounded, and the harsh sound rolled and echoed in the narrow space.

Wen Jianyan blinked in hindsight.

Although the ear was still buzzing, the messy light spots on the edge of the horizon gradually dissipated.

……what's the situation?

After a few seconds, his eyes finally got used to the harsh light.

This is a room with a maximum size of no more than five square meters.

He was standing in the middle of the room now, with nothing beside him, the walls on all four sides were completely transparent, the bright red countdown timer flashed on the glass, and it was slowly rotating and moving around him at the moment.

【04:25】

Four minutes and twenty-five seconds.

The numbers dwindled evenly, giving a sense of looming unease.

"..."

Wen Jianyan stared thoughtfully at the camera in the room for two seconds.

Immediately afterwards, he retracted his gaze, took a step forward slowly, and looked out through the gap between the numbers.

Outside is a boundless pure white space, with hundreds of identical small rooms floating, each with a person closed, and a bright red countdown displayed on the wall.

Outside the small room, there are large and small cameras in all directions. Some are as tall as buildings, some need to be hugged by several people, and some are only the size of a palm. Countless icy metal circles flash with a strange luster under the light, silently facing each other. The prisoners held in each room are allowed to give the impression that they are being watched by aliens.

Simply creepy.

The prisoners in the small grid have different expressions.

Wen Jianyan found that all the trapped people in the nearest circle were pale, dazed and frightened, curled up in the corner of the room, and even collapsed in fear, screaming hysterically under the weird camera, beating the transparent wall.

Glass blocks sound.

It's like watching an absurd pantomime.

The people in the distance were basically expressionless, waiting calmly for the countdown to end.

At this moment, a lively voice sounded, interrupting Wen Jianyan's contemplation.

"Hello, new anchor, I am your personal assistant and will serve you from today."

Wen Jianyan was startled and turned to look in the direction from which the voice came.

I saw a light screen the size of a slap rose, with his own resume printed on it.

Photos, names, and even...

resume.

It is detailed and comprehensive, covering almost all of his entire life, even including the experience that does not belong to the name "Wen Jianyan", but which he has actually experienced and no one knows except himself.

Wen Jianyan pursed her lips subconsciously, looked down at ten lines, and paused for a few seconds on the last sentence of her resume.

——“Sign a soul contract with the Nightmare Live Room and become an active rookie anchor.”

The voice sounded again:

"I'm opening an e-level live broadcast room for you..."

"The exclusive live room 789326qwk has been opened!"

The empty live broadcast background appears on the light screen, and the number of online viewers is displayed in the lower right corner: 0

"Then... can I ask a question?"

Wen Jianyan has a good voice.

It is shallow, magnetic, and soft. It can become low and ambiguous with a little pressure. It skillfully controls the comfortable rhythm of articulation, and can easily gain the favor and trust of almost anyone.

"certainly."

The young man raised his eyes.

His eyes are a gentle amber color with a little clear floating light, which appears light in the strong light, with a deceptively harmless feeling. distress:

"Can the live broadcast room be renamed?"

He looked a little embarrassed and added shyly:

"The name is so ugly now."

"..."

A question that should never have arisen in this context.

After a brief pause of a few seconds, the assistant replied:

"Not for now."

"However, after reaching a certain number of points in the account, the system points mall will be opened for you, and you can spend the points to buy a name change card."

As if the other party did not have the slightest malice, he continued lively:

"Hopefully I can serve you again."

"thanks."

Wen Jianyan raised her eyes, looked at the camera overhead, and smiled briefly and happily.

The thin and light red lips evoked a small arc, revealing a smile from the heart, and the dark pupils shrank in the strong light, which seemed sincere and not fake.

"I hope to see you again soon, too."

The scarlet countdown on the glass wall finally reached zero.

The voice sounded again, echoing in the empty white world, as if it was being surrounded by layers from all directions, deafening and terrifying:

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

The already extremely dazzling spotlight suddenly became brighter, and it was operating frantically. It was like the brilliance of countless suns being condensed in a narrow room. living creatures.

Wen Jianyan had to close his eyes, and across the bright red thin eyelids that were illuminated, the light that made his eyes hurt could not be completely blocked, causing a fine needle-like pain.

At first the mechanical female voice became emotional:

【Our aim is to entertain to death! 】

The live broadcast has started.

There are countless channels connected to the huge live broadcast square. Each channel leads to a different live broadcast hall. Each hall is densely packed with countless small screens. Spectator's choice.

[There are so many new anchors this time, so excited]

[This is the largest number of new people introduced to the live broadcast room, right? I have never seen so many live broadcast halls below Grade D appear in the square at one time.]

[There are so many newcomers, so it is estimated that there should not be many squares above Grade A open this time? 】

[I'm so disappointed, what's so good about the newcomers, screaming and running away and not believing in the old three tricks, I'll just squat and squat on the old anchor to start the broadcast]

[Of course, the old anchor is very entertaining, but after all, they are all familiar faces, and they are tired of watching them]

[Also, those newcomers' expressions of despair and collapse after realizing their current situation... I really can't see enough of it.]

[Hahahahahaha is right, screams and blood also have their charms]

Among them, a live broadcast hall named [Decai Middle School] was opened.

The blood-red logo flickered under the dungeon's name.

Lobby Difficulty Level: D

The highest unlock progress in history: 72

Watch value: e

At the bottom, is a small sign with several lines of text written in gilded words:

For the viewing experience of you and others, please abide by the rules in the live broadcast room and prohibit spoilers.

After a brief dizziness, Wen Jianyan opened her eyes.

The fan overhead squeaked and hummed like exhaustion, and staring straight at it for too long would make you dizzy.

The young man had broad shoulders and long legs, lying flat on a narrow bed, squeezed a little restrained.

He stood up and looked around silently.

This is an old-fashioned student dormitory.

The walls were crooked and filthy, covered with unrecognizable wallpaper, wrinkled, filthy dark brown and dirty yellow water oozing from below,

The cramped room contained four bunk beds, the rusty red peeling from the iron handrails.

A mirror with a missing corner was attached to the cabinet on the opposite bed.

The surface of the mirror was dirty and had greasy handprints, and in the dim light, only a vague figure could be printed.

A mess of books was piled on the table next to it, covered with dust.

Wen Jianyan was lying on the bottom bunk of one of the beds.

There was an indescribably strange smell in the air that made it hard to breathe.

In the lower right corner of the line of sight is a translucent light screen.

【Live room 789326qwk】

[Status: Started]

【Online audience: 3】

The number of online viewers fluctuated between 0 and 3.

No one posted a barrage, as if they were just clicking in to watch a lively boring audience.

There was no one else in the room besides him.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, her long and straight eyelashes cast a shadow on her white face. There was no emotion on her face, and she seemed to be extremely calm.

He rolled over and got out of bed.

Then--

He started retching while leaning on the table next to him.

The back under the youth's shirt trembled slightly with the sound of vomiting, and he held the arm on the edge of the table to exert force, and the blue veins burst out on the well-defined forearm.

After a long time, he finally stopped.

The mask that was easy and calm at the beginning was shattered, collapsed and disappeared like melting snow, the corners of the youth’s eyes were wet and red, and the previously calm facial features instantly became vivid and vivid, and in the dirty mirror, they appeared extraordinarily fragile and innocent. help.

That's right.

What calm, what calm...

It's all dressed up!

Wen Jianyan's own inner activities are completely incompatible with the above adjectives.

Any normal person will be frightened when they see the previous scene!

Red countdowns, malicious broadcast sounds, and weird cameras big and small.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a scene that only appears in a horror novel!

Not to mention scary!

Not to mention that he is the kind of person who cherishes his life the most!

However, over the years in his career, Wen Jianyan has developed the habit of being absolutely impeccable no matter how scared he is in his heart and how much pressure from the outside world.

It is even said that the more desperate it is, the more calm it is.

Otherwise, he is estimated to have been put into a cement bucket and drowned in the sea as early as 800 years ago.

Wen Jianyan, a professional fraudster.

On the night of completing the biggest order in his life, after a transnational smuggling group successfully knocked out a huge sum of 2 billion and successfully absconded, he became a new anchor in the horror live broadcast room without warning.

"..."

How could anyone in the world be more unlucky than him?

Wen Jianyan's facial features crumpled into a ball, suppressing the frustration surging in his heart.

He wiped the corners of his mouth and straightened up.

At this moment, the emotionless voice sounded again:

[In order to improve your live broadcast experience, the live broadcast room will customize a unique novice gift for you according to the quality of the anchor's soul! ! 】

Under such an infiltrating environment, the mechanical sound this time seemed even more bizarre.

However, the keywords of "soul quality" and "personal customization" in this passage immediately made Wen Jianyan feel the extraordinary.

He subconsciously let out a slight breath.

Based on years of professional experience, this so-called "novice gift" is likely to play a crucial role in his destiny.

【Ding! The novice gift package has been delivered, does the host sign for it? 】

Wen Jianyan calmed down and said, "Sign for it."

He saw a flash of light on the screen in front of him, and a colorful gift box popped open automatically.

In the lively sound effect, the gorgeous long silk was automatically torn off, the gift box bounced open with a "bang", the animation interface disappeared, revealing a—

flowerpot.

The earth-grey flowerpot, the brown-black soil, is unremarkable and featureless.

Other than that it was empty and nothing.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

What?

He poked at the flowerpot on his screen incredulously, hoping to find something else.

A line of text popped up.

【Product Name: Apple Seedlings】

Wen Jianyan: "..."

So, what is this tall gift package that is customized according to the attributes of the soul, and it is very intimidating to hear, is it an apple seedling that has not yet germinated?

What rubbish!

Newbie gift for this?

Get sick!

Wen Jianyan closed the light screen expressionlessly.

He raised his head, subconsciously swept the place where he had just lay with his peripheral vision, and his gaze couldn't help but pause slightly.

A card lay quietly on the pillow.

The card is thin, about the size of a palm, with straight edges, not paper, but more like metal.

Wen Jianyan hesitated for two seconds, then stepped forward and carefully picked up the piece of paper.

【Identify card】

Name: Cheng Wei

Age: 16

Occupation: First-year high school student of Decai Middle School

Related Story: Not yet unlocked

Wen Jianyan turned the card over to the back.

There is also a line on the back: Initial survival time allocation...

Wen Jianyan: ?

He turned the card over and over a few times, but never saw any more information.

That's it?

Wen Jianyan frowned and raised her head suspiciously.

The moment he looked up, his heart jumped.

The cabinet door on the opposite bed seemed to slide open slightly more than before, and the mirror hanging on it happened to be facing him directly.

Wen Jianyan could clearly see the reflection of his face.

as well as……

Under the bed he was lying on, a smiling, pale face.

The pure black eyes stared straight at him, and the corners of the lips that curved upward like a mask gradually widened——

At that moment, Wen Jianyan felt a layer of cold sweat on her back.

My heart was pounding like it was going to pop out of my throat.

--Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! ! !

However, in the next second, the blurred face disappeared in the darkness, just like his illusion, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The screen, which had been silent for a long time, finally made some noise.

Several barrages drifted by.

"I didn't even call, the anchor's psychological quality is good."

"I was taken aback."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

No, I'm just calm on my face.

In fact, my legs were already shaking.

He took a deep breath slowly and glanced down at the card in his hand again.

I don't know since when, the line on the back of the card has changed.

【Allocation of survival time completed】

Below is the blood-red 20-minute countdown.

The number of people watching the live broadcast unknowingly reached double digits.

"No, isn't it? I read it right? The survival time of a new anchor is twenty minutes?"

"Laughing, what kind of luck is this hahahahahaha"

"Is it the only one in this batch of newcomers? It's too miserable for less than an hour."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha haha ​​can't laugh, is this the real hell start?"

"I haven't seen the anchor being entangled by ghosts as soon as he wakes up. I've learned a lot."

"..."

Wen Jianyan stared at the words for twenty minutes, and fell into a brief silence.

Really, bad luck.