Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 219

Inside the dimly lit shop, a rotten stench floated in the air, and the oppressive silence spread.

Everyone was shocked by Wen Jianyan's suggestion.

His entire logic chain was established, and the entire deduction process was smooth and smooth. He could hardly find too many loopholes, but... In the end, he came to such a terrifying conclusion.

[Through the bronze mirror in the warehouse, reversely invaded into the world of female ghosts]

You know, all the efforts they have made so far are to trap the female corpse inside the TV and prevent it from invading the real world.

But now, they have to take the initiative to enter the world of female corpses... This is tantamount to suicide.

How crazy is this to make such a suggestion?

Thinking of the dresser with mottled red paint in the TV, the stiff and cold back of the woman in red, several people couldn't help feeling a cold behind their backs.

You can't dodge even if you try to hide, but you still have to take the initiative to contact...

No one knows what the result will be.

Thinking of this, they couldn't help but look at the commenter.

The girl in a white dress stood in front of everyone, her slender fingers crossed and her amber eyes lowered, as if waiting for everyone's answer. However, her present seemingly harmless appearance, in the eyes of other people, inexplicably gives people a shuddering feeling.

This little girl is really crazy.

In the silence, a small "chichi" sound suddenly came, and several people couldn't help but be startled. for a moment.

Everyone's heart sank.

They know, in this copy, what that means.

Under the illumination of the light, the blurred glass door in front of him was gradually becoming clearer, and a scarlet back that had walked very close gradually appeared.

Clearly, looking away doesn't do much anymore.

It began to appear not only in the TV, but in all the mirrors that were watched, it would gradually show its shape, unless all the anchors always huddled in a small area covered by oil lanterns, otherwise, even if With eyes closed, this process of invading reality cannot be stopped.

And lamp oil is limited.

An Xin and the others turned their heads to look at Qi Qian, waiting for the captain's decision.

Qi Qian gritted his teeth, his expression seemed a little struggling.

No matter how absurd and crazy the proposal itself is, if you just think rationally, Wen Wen's proposal is probably the most effective right now.

Qi Qian turned his head, and his eyes fell on the counter, which was shrouded in the light of the oil lamp, and there was a coin lying on it.

It was left by this customer just now.

Different from the previous two coins, this time the coins showed a kind of dazzling blood red. Under the words "Tian Di Bank", there was a pale face printed on it, which looked extraordinarily strange.

The different styles of Ming coins may mean that what customers buy are different. The previous ones were ordinary Ming coins, so they bought ordinary goods. Will this Ming coin appearing in front of them now? It means that the goods that the customer bought this time must use a special currency to buy them away?

If this is the case, then this matches Wen Wen's guess just now.

What the "customer" buys exists in the TV.

Qi Qian took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and seemed to make up his mind: "Okay, then let's try it out."

Although there were already faint guesses in their hearts, after hearing Qi Qian's exact answer, the rest of the people couldn't help but be shocked.

Even if he hadn't acted, he already had a hunch that his hair was standing on end.

Next, they really want to invade the ghost world.

"How is your vision recovery?" Qi Qian asked.

"I'll give it a try," Tong Yao tried her best to open her eyes, the scarlet under her eyelashes had not faded, but her eyes were already able to move. "It's still a little affected, but I can barely see things, but I'm afraid my talent still can't be used."

"It's not enough, but that's the only way." Qi Qian sighed, "Although it will be dangerous this time, you and Zhang Yu still have to come together."

In this copy, darkness is deadly.

Since the oil lamp on the second floor was welded to the table, if they wanted to enter the warehouse, they had to use the spare oil lamp brought from the first floor.

If Zhang Yu and nursery rhyme are left in front of the counter, it means that the two oil lamps will burn together, and the lamp oil will continue to be consumed at a double rate.

After several previous attacks, they were running out of lantern oil.

They don't know what they may encounter after entering the ghost world, so they must save the amount and not waste a little bit.

Therefore, although Zhang Yu and Tong Yao are in poor condition now, they still have to participate in this operation.

The two nodded, no objection.

After lighting the spare oil lamp they brought on the first floor, they quickly blew out the oil lamp on the counter. Zhang Yu reached in and took out the burnt red oil pan with only a thin layer of grease.

Under the curse of the palm prints on the first floor, his palms had already taken on a deadly bluish-white color, and his skin had become extremely cold.

Zhang Yu knew that his state was already known to everyone, so he gave up the plan to continue to hide it.

Soon, the lamp oil solidifies at low temperatures.

Zhang Yu covered the lamp oil pan plug and stuffed it into his pocket.

After making all preparations, the group took steps and walked towards the depths of the store with the fastest speed.

"Crack."

The rusted copper key was inserted into the lock hole, twisted slightly, and made a subtle metal collision sound.

The lock on the warehouse door was opened again.

The door opened slowly, revealing a pitch-black room, and a smell of sweet and rotten smelt hit the air, making it almost disgusting.

The flickering light slowly spread, and a dim yellow light penetrated into the darkness like a finger.

Across Qi Qian's shoulder, Wen Jianyan looked inward.

Not far away, you can faintly see the red dresser that exudes an ominous aura.

Although they couldn't see clearly, Wen Jianyan knew that there was a small bronze mirror on the dressing table. Through the bronze mirror, they could enter another world that was more dangerous and strange.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and suppressed the heartbeat that was frantically clamoring for anxiety.

Although this suggestion was made by himself, it is impossible to say that he is not afraid.

What's more, he knew more than anyone else how dangerous it was.

It couldn't be a coincidence that the dead hand smeared with Crimson Kodan gave them the key to their warehouse, which happened to have a red dresser identical to the one in the TV, and a bronze mirror that communicated between the two worlds.

All connected.

A faint guess appeared in Wen Jianyan's heart.

The crisis they are facing now may have been "chosen" by themselves unconsciously.

In the first wave of attacks, he proved that he has the ability to figure out the rules. Therefore, the dead man with red nails gave them the "key" to accept the severe challenge. If you enter the warehouse and wake up the female corpse in the bronze mirror, then go down After a "customer" visit, the difficulty of the attack will naturally increase.

No, not only.

You know, according to the experience of the previous floor, the female corpse should also have a coin in her hand.

In a sense, the coin itself is linked to the difficulty.

If their operation this time is successful, they will have two coins on hand, one for this customer and one for the female corpse, which means...

They will also face double the danger this time around.

Not double, but triple!

Although Wen Jianyan didn't say it, he knew that although they were on the second floor now, the level of danger they faced this time was definitely not the average difficulty of the second floor.

As for the success rate of this operation, Wen Jianyan had no idea in his heart.

It seems that we can only take one step at a time.

Wen Jianyan retracted his scattered thoughts, followed Qi Qian and the others forward, approaching the dressing table.

The dresser is getting closer.

The red paint on it was mottled and looked like bloodstains that had not dried up. On the dresser, there was a small bronze mirror.

The mirror surface is blurry, and even if you get close, you can't see your own shadow.

The corpse of the woman in red, who had been retreating before, was gone.

Obviously, this is a good thing.

Since under the gaze of several people, the figure of the female corpse did not emerge, it means that its invasion channel has changed, so what is the use of this mirror in the warehouse now? The answer speaks for itself.

Qi Qian turned to look at Wen Jianyan:

"How are we going to get in?"

Wen Jianyan shook her head: "Unfortunately, I don't know the answer to this question."

Although the suggestion was made by him, it was only a reasonable inference based on the summarization of all clues, and it was the most likely guess.

Qi Qian was not surprised by Wen Jianyan's answer, he nodded: "Understood, it seems that we can only have trial and error next."

Zhang Yu on the side said, "I'll come first."

Qi Qian gave him a deep look and nodded: "Be careful."

"I will." Zhang Yu stepped forward first, reached out his hand cautiously, and touched the mirror with his fingers.

Whether successful or not, this move is very dangerous.

Not to mention whether it is possible to be infected with some unknown curse, if it is really successful, then Zhang Yu will be the first person to enter the mirror.

The rules and risks inside are unknown, and the oil lamp is not in his own hands. If entering the mirror will cut off the light source, then, without the blessing of the light, Zhang Yu is likely to be the first person to die.

However, this behavior is necessary.

Senior anchors have some epic props at the bottom of the box, and most of them can only be used according to the moment of life and death. If anyone tries for his own safety with an oil lamp, once he succeeds, he will enter the mirror world alone. Inside, then the teammates outside the mirror will be left in the dark and will die.

Even if he is still alive, it is equivalent to the group extinction.

One person cannot penetrate the entire team.

That is to say...

All the team can do now is trial and error with human life.

As for whether or not to survive, it all depends on the anchor's own means.

As the first host to come forward and come into contact with the horror, Zhang Yu already has a sense of death in his heart.

Everyone held their breath slightly and stared at Zhang Yu's movements.

Zhang Yu carefully touched the cold and smooth surface of the bronze mirror with his fingertips, but nothing happened.

It seems that touching the mirror cannot enter the mirror surface.

The good news, though, is that direct contact poses little threat to streamers.

After trying this out, Zhang Yu's actions were a lot bolder.

He first tried to lift the mirror off the table, but failed, it seemed to be welded to the table and couldn't be moved at all.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yu tried to pull the drawer on the dresser, but the drawer did not move at all, as if it was just a decoration.

Zhang Yu's attempt failed.

He shook his head and stepped back.

Qi Qian didn't say anything, just patted his shoulder to comfort him.

"Walking backwards? Is it possible?" An Xin thought of something and said.

After all, the previous female corpse walked backwards and out of the mirror, so if they walked backwards outside the mirror, would it be possible to walk into the mirror?

"Then give it a try." Zhang Yu took out the small plate of lamp oil from his pocket: "Next."

This plate of lamp oil has almost been consumed, but if An Xin really successfully enters the mirror, at least this small plate of lamp oil can temporarily protect him. If he has tried the rules correctly, then other teammates will catch up with the fastest speed. To, and he entered the mirror to meet, then, he will be safe.

"Thanks."

An Xin did not refuse.

He took the lamp oil, squeezed it in his palm, and took a few steps away from the dresser.

After getting ready, An Xin took a deep breath, turned his back to the past, stepped forward, and slowly retreated in the direction of the mirror.

Watching An Xin's movements, everyone's hearts were raised to their throats.

One step, two steps, three steps.

An Xin continued to retreat without being able to see anything.

Hearing a "bang", his calf hit the wooden bench in front of the dressing table. An Xin's stature was short and he almost fell down. He hurriedly straightened his body and stepped over the wooden bench with his back facing him, but, Before taking another two steps, his lower back touched the edge of the dresser, so that he couldn't go back no matter what.

"How is it, is it useful?" An Xin looked at Qi Qian expectantly, "Is there any change in the mirror?"

Qi Qian shook his head.

"..." An Xin sighed and left in front of the dresser: "Okay, I admit defeat, it seems that this kind of work is really not suitable for me."

"Let me come next."

Wen Jianyan said suddenly.

Several people turned to look at him.

In the dimly lit room, the girl in a white dress seemed out of place, but now, no one dared to look down on her.

She had only come in to assist the Prophet, but as time passed, she seemed to faintly reveal some kind of edge and potential that even surpassed the Prophet. With her slender and beautiful appearance, it even reached the level of infiltration.

"Okay." Qi Qian nodded.

An Xin took out the lamp oil tray from his pocket and threw it to Wen Jianyan.

Wen Jianyan did not refuse, and held the lamp oil tray in his hand.

He took a deep breath and walked towards the dressing table.

Compared with others, Wen Jianyan is much more familiar with the medium of mirrors. After all, in the past dungeons, he has dealt with this thing too many times.

When Zhang Yu'an and Xin were trying, Wen Jianyan always carefully observed the image in the mirror.

He found that whether Zhang Yu touched the mirror surface or An Xin walked backwards, during the whole process, no image was reflected in the bronze mirror.

except...

That brief moment.

When An Xin tripped over the chair behind him and almost fell down, it was always blurry, and a shadow could not be reflected in the bronze mirror, and suddenly An Xin's clear back appeared.

However, after An Xin got up, the bronze mirror returned to its original state.

Everything happened so quickly that it was almost fleeting. Only Wen Jianyan, who was closest to the bronze mirror, noticed this short-lived scene.

That is to say...

Wen Jianyan exhaled slowly, raised her legs and stepped over the bench smeared with scarlet wood paint, and sat down gracefully on the bench.

almost at the same time.

In the blurred bronze mirror, Wen Jianyan's face was clearly reflected.

"!!"

A sigh of relief came from behind.

Wen Jianyan didn't care.

He just stared fixedly at his face in the mirror.

In the old, slightly worn mirror surface, his facial features and skin were trapped in a layer of brass light, slightly distorted by the arc of the mirror surface, making him look familiar and unfamiliar.

"..."

Wen Jianyan looked at himself in the mirror, and at that moment, like a blessing to his heart, he recalled the actions of the woman on the TV just now in his mind.

What else is missing?

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes and naturally reached out to the drawer of the dresser.

Hearing the sound of "Clap", the drawer that Zhang Yu had just pulled with all his strength but did not move at all. At this moment, he was pulled open with little effort.

In the drawer, lay a scarlet wooden comb.

Wen Jianyan stretched out her hand and twisted the wooden comb.

A clear system announcement sounded in my ears.

【Ding! Congratulations to the anchor for getting the hidden item (normal) in the dungeon! 】

【Collection degree 1/? 】

The guiding hand that has just been activated twice in a row should be pointing in the direction of the comb.

However, this wooden comb is just a normal level.

That is to say, it is not the source of the spreading curse.

Wen Jianyan raised her eyes and stared at her reflection in the mirror.

He sat quietly on the red stool in front of the dressing table, everyone behind him could not be reflected in the mirror, and he held the red comb in his hand.

The only thing left to do next is the last step.

Wen Jianyan raised his hand, his pale and slender fingertips twisted the scarlet comb, and the strong color contrast was particularly dazzling. Then, his fingers fell and he used the comb to slowly comb his dark hair.

A moment, a moment, a moment.

The wooden teeth slid through the hair, making a subtle "rustle" sound, which was particularly clear in the dead silence.

The few people standing behind Wen Jianyan were silent, staring at the strange scene in front of them, and there was silence in their ears, but this scene made people unable to bear the hair behind them, and a sense of fear of the unknown rose from the bottom of my heart. .

At this moment, Qi Qian's eyes fell on the door behind him, and he seemed to have suddenly discovered something, and his brows furrowed sharply.

"Wait, who of you closed the door?"

As a senior anchor, he will never close the door behind him, always guarding against possible dangers and leaving enough room for himself to escape.

The others looked at each other and shook their heads.

They also have the same habit, and it is impossible to do such self-defeating things.

And... no one heard the sound of the door closing just now.

Qi Qian's brows furrowed even deeper.

At this moment, Wen Jianyan, who was sitting in front of the mirror, suddenly moved, and her pupils shrank suddenly!

he sees...

His reflection in the mirror suddenly opened the corners of his mouth and smiled.

Inside the mirror, Wen Jianyan's pale face was like melted wax, the corners of his mouth raised, and he slowly showed a weird smile at him outside the mirror.

"!!"

Wen Jianyan's hair stood on end, and the cold sweat dripped from his back. With perseverance, he forced a scream into his throat.

At this moment, the voice of a nursery rhyme came from behind:

"Not right."

Her voice was extremely serious.

Even if the talent cannot be activated temporarily, the sensitivity of being a psychic is still there.

Everyone was immediately alert.

The door that closed without warning, the reminder from the medium... All the clues together gave them an extremely ominous foreboding.

Could it be that……

"Da da da."

Stiff footsteps sounded from the darkness, and inside the lampshade, the oil lamp flickered wildly and jumped, faintly illuminating the figure not far away.

"Oops! That female corpse has already invaded the real world!" An Xin's pupils shrank, and he said anxiously, "Quick, prepare to fight—"

"Do not."

Wen Jianyan's face was white, she stood up from the red stool, turned her head to look in the direction of the footsteps, and said slowly, "We came in."

The door to the real world is open because they have to open it to get in from the outside.

The mirror world is closed, because the female corpse is locked in the warehouse, and no one tells it to be released.

as well as--

"Da da da."

With the sound of footsteps, they saw helplessly that a stiff female corpse in red came out of the darkness, walking slowly forward with the exact same steps as they remembered.

It looks so weird and terrifying, with a feeling of oppression that makes the soul tremble, making the hair stand on end immediately.

Darkness shrouded its face, and it couldn't be seen, but, from the hands on its side, it could be seen...

The female corpse was facing them.