Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 321

In the dilapidated house with air leaks from all sides, the sound of raindrops hitting the roof reverberated. Under the eaves, a short-statured woman stood in the center of the room, her eyes slightly rolled up, showing a strange gray-blue color. His lips moved slightly, as if he was still muttering something in a low voice.

In front of her, a blank sheet of paper was placed upright.

Her fingers held a pen in a strange posture, and seemed to be scribbling randomly on the paper—the more she drew, the faster she drew, the countless messy lines on each other. Intertwined, and soon, the picture on the paper gradually became clear and complete.

Suddenly, the anchor took a deep breath and fell back.

If it wasn't for a teammate standing behind her and quickly supporting her crooked body, she might have fallen directly to the ground.

"This feels like... a shopping street?"

Lockett picked up the paper covered with lines from the ground, looked at the picture that gradually emerged on it, frowned slightly, and said thoughtfully.

"Looks like it."

The young man beside him nodded and agreed.

"The layout of this town is actually quite complete."

Lockett snorted softly, and then handed the blank piece of paper to the female team member who was struggling to stand up.

The other party nodded with a blank face, took the paper, and carefully looked at the pattern on it that seemed to be scribbled by a child.

Obviously, she has long been accustomed to interpreting these seemingly messy lines that seem to contain countless information.

Soon, she raised her head and pointed in a certain direction:

"About that direction, not far, should be able to arrive soon."

Lockett nodded: "Okay."

After speaking, he turned his head and waved to the crowd: "Let's go."

"..."

Yun Bilan quietly slipped the phone in her hand into her pocket, and was about to step to keep up, but at this moment, the female anchor who had just smeared the picture on the paper said hesitantly:

"but……"

Lockett stopped and turned his head to look over, "What?"

The female anchor took a deep breath, turned the painting in her hand in one direction, and pointed one of the spots on the screen to Lockett and the others.

Yun Bilan took a step forward without a trace, and looked at the paper with the probe.

The white paper is full of crazy and messy black lines, as if drawn by a mental patient. The countless lines, deep or shallow, overlap, forming a roughly fuzzy picture, which is slightly farther away. You can see a very three-dimensional image.

However, in the corner of this picture, there is a place where lines are deeply dense, and countless black lines overlap each other, densely packed without leaving any gaps. It looks like a dark, airtight hole, completely invisible. Any contours and edges, inexplicably startling.

"This is……"

Lockett frowned slightly and asked.

"I don't know either." The female anchor took a deep breath, shook her head slowly, and said very seriously, "Captain, you also know that when I read and write, I don't have any consciousness, so I can only It's just a reluctance to read after everything is over, but..."

Her face didn't seem to recover from the strength just now, and she shivered involuntarily:

"This place gives me a very bad premonition... If we enter the commercial street, it is best not to approach this place, otherwise, I always feel that something terrible may happen."

"..."

Lockett showed a thoughtful look and nodded slowly:

"Okay, I see, let's go, it's time to go."

Yun Bilan followed behind the team, and the fingers hanging by her side moved slightly subconsciously, as if she wanted to do something, but held back.

Now, everyone is moving out of the room at the fastest speed, and outside the room is the familiar continuous rain.

This message is not like the "Shopping Street" just now, it can be sent out concisely.

In this case, she couldn't find a chance to send a message to Wen Jianyan at all.

Yun Bilan was facing the slanted door of the broken house.

Beneath the gray, gloomy sky, there was a continuous rain that weighed down one's breath.

The heavy rain screen blocked the line of sight, and it was impossible to see what was in the distance.

- Just follow the action.

She took a deep breath, followed everyone out of the room, and walked towards the rain.

■■In elementary school.

Wen Jianyan stood at the door of the classroom, looking down at the slightly lit phone screen in her hand, her fair face was illuminated by the dim light, and her eyes flashed with a contemplative look.

...is it a shopping street?

The clues of the "Shopping Street" from Yun Bilan could not have nothing to do with the picture in the oil painting in 329.

The more advanced the copy, the more rigorous it is, all this is not just a coincidence.

And the possibility of Lockett and the others being directly refreshed in the shopping street is very low, then, there is only one explanation now - Black is coming from, or the next destination is the shopping street, and Lockett and the others passed a certain Knowing this in some way, I'm walking in that direction.

This is the best guess.

He let out a slight sigh of relief, stuffed the phone back into his pocket, turned and walked towards the corridor outside the door, then raised his voice and said, "News coming!"

Soon, the team members scattered to other classrooms came out.

"What did Yun Bilan say?" Chen Mo asked.

Wen Jianyan showed them the phone screen.

Huang Mao's eyes fell on the screen, and he couldn't help but startled:

"Wait a minute, does the shopping street say...?"

Wen Jianyan took back the phone, nodded, and confirmed his guess: "It should be right."

Chen Mo: "That's not right, we can solve the requirements of customers in 408 this time, killing two birds with one stone."

Huang Mao nodded vigorously.

Wen Jianyan didn't answer.

He lowered his eyes to hide the inexplicable unease in his heart.

Although they did not enter the oil paintings in Room 329 after the lights were turned off this time, after going around, they finally...

On the original path.

However, no matter what worries Wen Jianyan has in his heart now, they must go to the shopping street next. Otherwise, they will miss this great opportunity. At that time, if they want to keep up with the progress of the Black side, I am afraid it will be difficult. More difficult.

He raised his eyes and concluded: "Even so, we may not be able to act for the time being. After all, we don't have any props that allow us to walk long distances in the rain, and we don't have a map of this town. I don't even know where the shopping street is, so all we can do next is to wait."

Wait for the moment when Yun Bilan arrives at the shopping street.

Wen Jianyan is not only Yun Bilan's squad leader, but also the president of her guild. With this double bond, Yun Bilan can share her position with Wen Jianyan in the dungeon, while they It should still be moving over there, so Yun Bilan didn't have any news. When the other side reached the destination, it was time for Wen Jianyan and the others to set off.

"During this period of time, we will continue to look for clues in this elementary school." Wen Jianyan raised her eyes and looked at everyone:

"So, what have you achieved so far?"

Several people looked at each other and shook their heads.

Huang Mao shrugged in embarrassment, "It's basically filled with sundries, tables and chairs, lecture desks, books, all of them are ordinary, and there are no particularly important clues.

"Chen Mo nodded:

"Yes, I am the same here."

"Wait a minute," Wen Jianyan seemed to realize something, "None of the classrooms you entered has oil paintings, right?" Huang Mao and Chen Mo were both startled and nodded.

Wen Jianyan turned to look at Bai Xue and the member who was forced to change from Zhongshan Squad to their team: "What about you? Is that the case?"

"..."

Bai Xue was silent and nodded slightly.

The shoulders of the members of Zhongshan Squad shivered, and they replied with sincerity, "Yes, yes, I didn't find it here either."

There are five people on their side, and there are only six classrooms in the entire primary school, that is to say, there is only one classroom, and one teacher's office has not been entered.

"Come on, let's take a look at the remaining two rooms."

Wen Jianyan made a decisive decision and said.

The last classroom was dark and filled with a damp and cold smell. The pale beam of light slowly swept through the classroom, passing over the messy low desks, the bare, mottled and peeling walls, and the stickers on them. There are several crooked sketches.

Still no paintings.

Not only did he not, he didn't even see the human skin umbrella.

According to the rules they have summed up before, if there is no oil painting in a building and no human skin umbrella, then at the moment when the "accident" begins, there is a high probability that there will be no one here, but the problem is, whether it is in the classroom The messy appearance was what I saw in the painting just before entering the painting. The shadowy figures of children in the doors and windows were obviously pointing in the opposite direction - there are "people" here.

So, are their symbols...

Wen Jianyan's eyes fell deep in the room, on the crooked stick figures on the wall, and narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a thoughtful look.

He turned his head to look at the others and asked, "Are all the classrooms you entered with these stick figures?"

The crowd nodded.

That's right.

Although there are no oil paintings in this elementary school, there are many stick figures. It seems that these are the mediums that the children here rely on.

However, this cannot fully explain why there is no corresponding number of human skin umbrellas.

Wen Jianyan's thoughts changed, "Let's go, let's take a look at the teacher's office."

The group walked to the last room.

The door made a creaking sound and was slowly pushed open in front of Wen Jianyan, revealing the dark room in front of his eyes.

It is exactly the same as the location in the whole town.

It looks very ordinary, messy, and old. Except for no one, it is full of the breath of human life.

Wen Jianyan glanced to the side and stopped at the base of the wall.

There, a small umbrella stand was placed. Among the old and rotten umbrella stand, three umbrellas are inserted obliquely.

Familiar human leather feel.

It seems that, unlike the students, the teachers here are no exception.

Wen Jianyan took out the umbrella from the umbrella stand, distributed it to the people behind her, and then inserted the almost eroded umbrella in her hand, with the full Giri handprint on the handle, into the empty umbrella. Within the frame - this umbrella will become dangerous again in a few minutes. Now that there is a way to replace it, they don't need to take the risk of dealing with Specter and enter with this umbrella. It's raining.

Wen Jianyan took a step and walked into the office.

The light in the office is very dark, the air is damp and moldy, and the sound of raindrops falling on the top of the head outside makes the atmosphere change to depression.

Soon, Wen Jianyan found what he was looking for.

Near the wall, there are three oil paintings, still the same frame, the same canvas, and the same rigid portrait with a blurred figure and an extremely pale face.

One man, two women.

The portraits in these frames should be the teachers who used to teach in this elementary school.

Chen Mo was keenly aware of the anomaly: "Wait a minute, since they were all in the same room when the "accident" happened, why would there be three oil paintings instead of three people in one painting like we did before? ? "

Wen Jianyan slowly narrowed her eyes and replied:

"I guess... maybe it's because of blood."

Every house they entered before was basically an ordinary residential house, where the whole family lived, and they were connected by blood ties, but here is different, here is the school, where the teachers and It is unlikely that the principal is related by blood, so they are divided into different oil paintings.

"What about the husband and wife?" Chen Mo asked.

If there is a child between a husband and wife, then they and their child are naturally related by blood, but there is no blood relationship between the two of them. Logically speaking, the two of them should not appear in the same painting. ,But……

Wen Jianyan answered almost without thinking:

"body fluid."

Chen Mo didn't expect Wen Jianyan to answer so quickly, and couldn't help but startled.

really.

Although there is no blood relationship between husband and wife, but there will always be married life, there is a long-term body-fluid interaction, and if measured by this rule, they should indeed appear in the same painting, but

Chen Mo turned to look at Wen Jianyan.

The other party raised his head and stared thoughtfully at the oil painting in front of him. Bai Oao's profile face was hidden in the darkness, obscuring Yan Gendi's expression.

Chen Mo opened his mouth and swallowed the words back into his throat.

He always felt that the other party did not draw this conclusion by logical inference, but knew some information that none of them were clear, so he jumped to the last step so quickly, and was extremely sure that his conclusion was correct.

In fact, it does

blood.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes.

The reason why he is so sure is precisely because this copy is inseparable from Wu Zhu.

And in all the practices related to him, blood and is the key medium among them.

A strange, almost rust-like bloody smell still seemed to linger on the tip of his tongue. He still remembered that the sticky, hot golden liquid slid down the throat, as if to fuse his internal organs together. Ignite in general.

his blood.

God's blood.

The two were closely integrated within his body, as if they were no longer separate from each other.

Wen Jianyan pursed her lower lip subconsciously, her Adam's apple trembled slightly and rolled involuntarily.

At this moment, Huang Mao's voice came from behind: "Captain! There is something here that I think you should take a look at!"

Wen Jianyan retracted his thoughts: "...here.

"He turned around and walked in the direction of the yellow hair.

The other party is standing near the window of the office. On the wall there is a large wooden frame with some forms of teaching tasks posted on it. All the key information such as the name of the primary school and the specific date on it is raining. Wet, blurred, completely indistinguishable—just like everything else in this town,

However, what Huang Mao wanted to show Wen Jianyan was not these things.

Holding a flashlight in one hand, he pointed with a solemn face to a photo slanted on the edge of the wooden frame: "Captain, look at this."

The edges of the photo are yellowed and rolled up, and there are faint water stains on it, making the picture blurry.

However, even so, it can still be clearly seen that this should be the picture taken in front of the school gate.

And above...

There are four people.

Wen Jianyan's expression froze, and her eyes fell on the place pointed by Huang Mao.

At the edge of the frame, there is a woman in a black dress with a blurred face.

Although she couldn't see her face clearly, her intuition told Wen Jianyan that this "person" should be the only portrait in the dilapidated house, that is, what the resident of 408 looked like when she was alive.

In other words, she was actually a teacher at the middle school in this small town?

Wen Jianyan stood there, staring closely at the scene in front of her.

So, here comes the question...

Why did she appear in the dilapidated hut on the edge of the town when the "accident" happened?

And, is the strangeness of the "students" in this school related to her?

*

The rain fell with a clatter.

Yun Bilan ran forward embarrassedly in the rain, and the rain on her body had completely wet her clothes. From the front came Lockett's voice:

"Hold on, it's almost there!"

She wiped her face and looked up.

Not far away, thirty or forty meters away, you can vaguely see a long, crooked street, and every low-rise house inside is dark with lights, looking dead and unknown.

Yun Bilan's heart sank slightly.

she knows……

The shopping street has arrived.