Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 300

Wen Jianyan said this was a last resort.

You know, in less than 20 minutes, the [Xingwang Hotel] will turn off the lights again. After the lights are turned off, the road leading to the rainy town will be opened again, and the anchors can enter it again, for the [Xingwang Hotel] Invite guests.

Before he was on the fourth floor, everything was natural.

But the problem is, he is now on the first floor, and this is Black's territory.

And this time the lights are turned off, and the hotel is no longer as safe and empty as it was last time.

As a result, the risk factors for instability are greatly increased.

Wen Jianyan didn't know what would happen to the copy after the second round of lights out, and it was even more unclear what the oil paintings would look like if he entered a guest room with a black square as a red party...

Everything is unknown and completely impossible to judge.

Therefore, in front of Wen Jianyan, there is only one last way left:

Mixed into the black team.

When the lights were turned off the last time, Wen Jianyan had personally experienced that which oil painting would end up in the guest room was determined based on the identity of the anchor team in the guest room when the lights were turned off, and it will not change after that - even if the anchor team has left the room.

It is precisely because of this that Zhong Shan entered the same painting with them.

The Black team has now entered this room, which means that the oil painting in this door has probably changed with them.

Even if Wen Jianyan joins later, it will not lead to a significant change in the content of the oil painting.

In this way, many uncertainties can be eliminated.

At least it can be guaranteed that, even if they go into the painting next, there will be no danger that is too far beyond their disposal.

There was dead silence in the corridor.

There was no movement in the guest room. If Wen Jianyan wasn't very sure of his observation ability, he might really think that this was just an ordinary empty room.

He waited patiently, leaving plenty of time for the other side.

After all, the two teams had suspected and confronted each other at the gate of 408 just now, and the suspicion that they were from the enemy camp was not completely ruled out, so when they heard this kind of request that was almost a team, the opposite party would definitely hesitate. , it is impossible to agree without some internal discussion.

At this moment, Wen Jianyan suddenly thought of something.

He turned his head and glanced at the empty place next to him, lowered his voice, and called out softly, "Bai Xue."

"Come out."

Although as a member of the top ten, Bai Xue's stealth props are of higher level and will last longer than other anchors' props, but it is not the way to keep using them like this. Staying on the first floor for a longer time, even if Bai Xue's props are of a higher level, he will definitely not be able to make it through.

Wen Jianyan's voice just fell, and in the open space in front of him, the figure of the white-haired boy appeared.

Bai Xue raised those strangely pitch-black eyes and stared at each other steadily, as if asking something silently.

Wen Jianyan looked at the other party's overly conspicuous hair color, and frowned in distress: "Can you change the color of your hair?"

Bai Xue didn't speak, just lowered her head in silence, raised her hand and nodded in the void.

Soon, his hair color was dark brown.

As long as he doesn't raise his eyes to reveal those black penetrating eyes, Bai Xue looks like a normal boy with a delicate face but a taciturn expression.

Wen Jianyan is clear that the other party's change of hair color is the same as the principle of changing his face. He spends a lot of points to use the appearance in the copy. However, if the other party only changes the hair color, the points used are far more than his full set. Modifications are much less.

"..."

Thinking of this, Wen Jianyan couldn't help but feel bitter in his mouth.

His current anchor level is too high, and the points spent using appearances in this dungeon are almost five times that of the previous dungeon...

End it now, really.

Otherwise, he is really worried that he will be insolvent in this copy! !

Not only did you not make money, but you had to post it backwards, which is too miserable!

Yun Bilan frowned: "Although the hair color doesn't look so conspicuous, there is one more person among us out of thin air..."

You can't figure it out anyway, right?

"It's okay," Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, forcing herself to stop thinking about sad topics.

He shrugged and said, "With me there, nothing will happen."

Yun Bilan: "."

Too.

If it was someone else, she would definitely be uneasy no matter what, but...

Wen Jianyan's eloquent mouth can turn the dead into the living and the black into the white with just one touch. For him, it might not be a difficult task.

Under Wen Jianyan's instructions, Huang Mao stared closely at the deep corridor in front of him, always paying attention to the movements of the residents in 408.

The others were waiting at the door with him.

However, as time passed by, there was no sound inside the door for a long time.

This is also understandable.

After all, in a nightmare, trust is a luxury.

They may have come from the opposite camp, and the opposite side would be forgiven for not wanting to team up with them.

There was a damp dampness in the air.

As if reminding them:

Danger is not far away.

Chen Mo frowned, turned to look at Wen Jianyan, lowered his voice and asked, "It seems that the other party won't open the door, or we—"

"Need not."

Wen Jianyan shook her head and replied softly, very calmly, "Wait."

because……

He was very sure that the other party would agree to his request.

It's not just because the situation is critical now, one more person means more strength, more teammates means less chance of one's death, easier to figure out the laws of ghosts and killing methods before being targeted, more important The reason is... The importance of Wen Jianyan's team is irreplaceable.

Because, just now, he reminded everyone in front of him very clearly:

There are ghosts in 408.

What happened next also proved that he did not lie.

This not only greatly reduces the suspicion that he is from the enemy camp, but more importantly, it also proves that Wen Jianyan's team has indeed had formal contact with the "guests" in 408.

All of them are now trapped on the first floor and cannot escape. In this case, [Intelligence] must be the most precious thing, and now it seems...

Only by cooperating with Wen Jianyan and the others can they most likely break the game.

As if to confirm what he said, almost at the moment when Wen Jianyan's voice fell, the door creaked and slowly opened from the inside.

Almost in the next second, Wen Jianyan's face was immediately put on a mask skillfully.

The calm and decisiveness just now disappeared without a trace, replaced by a pale face, panicked eyes, slightly trembling lips, and a weak person who was terrified at the juncture of life and death.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Grass, are you doing magic!"

"Good guy, I've seen what it means to turn a face faster than a book!"

"...Awesome belongs to yes."

A deliberately lowered cautious voice came from the door:

"come in."

"Thank you, thank you."

The girl sniffed, showed a grateful expression, and whispered.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"..."

"My eyes! Help! My eyes!"

Soon, a group of people entered the room.

The other side immediately realized something was wrong.

The leading black team member narrowed his eyes, and his vigilant gaze fell on Bai Xue who appeared suddenly: "Wait, I have no impression of him, how come you have one more person?"

"Have you forgotten?"

Wen Jianyan was not flustered, and seemed to have expected this question a long time ago.

He raised his eyes timidly, looked at the other party and said, "I said before that after we entered 408, one of the team members was left inside forever..."

Yun Bilan and the others were stunned for a moment, then looked at Wen Jianyan's back subconsciously.

Of course they remembered the lie Wen Jianyan told back then.

I thought this lie was just to prove that the ghosts in 408 were very vicious, so that other people could dispel the idea of ​​entering it, but they really didn't expect that this lie actually has this use!

Could it be that when he lied at that time... he had already thought about it, and then he wanted to make a good speech for Bai Xue's sudden appearance?

"Wait, then he's—"

One of the black players on the opposite side was startled, his eyes suddenly fell on Bai Xue, showing an unbelievable look.

Wen Jianyan: "Yes, he is the player who was left in 408."

"The door of 408 just opened, and the inside..."

The girl seemed to be frightened by her own words, her slender shoulders trembled a little, she stabilized her mind, and finally continued: "...Not long after the ghost inside came out, he stumbled out."

"!"

Hearing this, everyone in the black side was instantly refreshed.

Obviously, Wen Jianyan's words hit on their needs.

In the current situation, there is nothing more precious than the information in the hands of someone who has just survived the hands of Specter.

They turned their heads to look at Bai Xue, and the question smashed past like a barrage of cannons:

"How on earth did the ghosts in 408 kill people?"

"So, what happened after you entered?"

"How did you end up surviving?"

"..."

Bai Xue lowered her head and said nothing.

He is the kind of person who is extremely taciturn. Even if he is not, there are not many people who can lie without blinking like Wen Jianyan.

Therefore, Bai Xue, who was particularly autistic, became even more autistic under the questioning of everyone.

Suddenly, the girl standing by the side choked suddenly, raised her hand and hugged Bai Xue without warning.

"?!"

Feeling the other party's sudden embrace, Bai Xue's body shivered violently, and that expressionless face became even more rigid.

The whole figure seemed to stay in place, motionless.

Feeling the resistance of the person in his arms, Wen Jianyan tightened his arms without a trace, and his voice with a slight whimper was still flawless:

"He, he has been like this since he just came back..."

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, every strand of Baixue's hair is full of resistance!"

"Hahahahahaha Baixue: You let me go!"

"So you mean," the member of the opposing Black team frowned, "he's so provoked that he can't clearly describe what he's been through, can he?"

Wen Jianyan buried her head on Bai Xue's stiff shoulders and nodded vigorously.

"Then you should remember?"

The other party seemed a little impatient: "What exactly is in 408? How did you escape in the first place? How did it kill people? How should we deal with it?"

Wen Jianyan turned her head, and was about to combine herself with the real situation in 408, and at the same time mix it with a bit of falsehood—suddenly, a sudden change occurred.

Across the closed guest room door, there was a soft sound of "pop" in the corridor.

The sound of lights out.

"!"

Wen Jianyan frowned and turned to look in the direction of the door.

His eyes fell on the gap under the door.

Total darkness.

A dignified look flashed across Wen Jianyan's eyes.

Sure enough, he guessed right. In any case, he will spend this round of "lights out" on the first floor.

"Is the lights out?"

The black anchor next to him also realized this.

"The passage for the oil painting should also be opened, or let's go inside..."

"No, wouldn't it be more dangerous inside than outside?"

"And after entering? Do we have to invite another guest in? Our way out has been blocked, and the first floor is now very dangerous. In case..."

While several people were arguing, suddenly, across the thin wall, Wen Jianyan heard a subtle voice.

"Tick, tick, tick..."

Like the sound of water droplets falling to the ground.

"Quiet!"

Wen Jianyan suddenly said with a sharp voice.

His timbre has changed too strongly. Just now, his voice was weak and crying, but now it has become sharp and decisive, with a strong sense of oppression that cannot be ignored.

Everyone in the room was taken aback and subconsciously silenced their voices.

The room was dead silent.

This time, everyone heard the vague sound coming from the wall.

"Da da da."

The sound of heavy and stiff footsteps came from outside the door. Under the cushioning of the thick carpet on the ground, the sound was particularly dull. It seemed that the faint sound of water could be heard faintly, accompanied by every step of the footsteps. It fell and became clearer, as if it were dripping wet water from top to bottom.

The rotten stench in the air seemed to intensify.

That is to say...

The residents in 408 have already dealt with the team on the other side, so have they started to attack them!

The room was dead silent.

Everyone's faces were pale, and they stared in the direction of the door in horror.

Soon, the footsteps stopped.

Under the dark crack of the door, two dark shadows can be seen.

It was as if someone was facing the door, standing motionless.

"..."

The air seemed to stop flowing.

The intense oppressive atmosphere is almost breathless, the smell of fear spreads in the air, making the heart beat faster and the palms sweaty.

"Anyway," the members of the black team stared at the door, their bodies taut like a bowstring, and whispered: "Get ready to fight—"

However, before he could finish speaking, a strange voice sounded from next door.

"Squeak."

The sound was so familiar, it was like... the doorknob was slowly pressed down, and the rusty metal made a difficult sound.

"?!"

Everyone was shocked and looked at the doorknob of their own room.

not moving at all.

The shadow outside the door was also silent, it was...

Just as everyone was in shock, the second voice appeared again.

"crunch-"

As if the door was opened from the inside, it slowly slid outward.

Now, everyone realized... the sound came from across the wall, not from them, but from the second room on the same side, very close to them.

"...!"

At that moment, Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank, she suddenly realized something, and took a deep breath. .

You know, they just met two Black teams, one from the rear, and the other...

It was through a door ahead.

And that door...

in the direction from which the sound came.

According to memory, it was only three or four doors away from their door.

They were soaked all over, and they should have just entered the painting. If they completed the task in the painting and really invited a "customer" in...

That also means that there are not only 408 ghosts in this corridor.

Instead there are two.

And after the lights went out... the event also started.