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Chapter 324 Prosperity Hotel

Bai Xue's slightly hoarse voice echoed in the empty shop.

His tone was still calm, without the slightest fluctuation, but the meaning contained in his words was terrifying.

Wen Jianyan turned back suddenly.

Behind him, the few human leather clothes on the shelf were stirred up by the invisible wind, and the outline of a human face appeared in the clothes. The mouth was wide open, and the eye sockets were sunken, as if they were screaming silently.

The clothes seemed to be soaked, and water dripped down gradually.

Tick, tick, tick.

There was a sticky smell in the air, different from the rain.

Wen Jianyan's eyes moved down and stopped for a while on the ground under the clothes. His eyes narrowed.

is blood.

"Crap, fuck it, get out of here!!!"

After seeing the pool of blood on the ground, the anchor of the Zhongshan Squad turned pale, slowly took a few steps back, and then ran towards the door in a panic.

Obviously, he also knew what the blood that appeared out of thin air on the ground symbolized in this copy.

"Wait a moment--"

Wen Jianyan hurriedly stopped.

If this is just an ordinary crisis originating from the dungeon, it must be the most correct choice to leave here as quickly as possible.

After all, whether it is rain or blood, it is extremely dangerous in this dungeon.

As time goes on, more and more blood, and what happens next will become more and more terrifying.

But the problem is that the danger they are now encountering is unusual.

However, before Wen Jianyan's words were finished, the man turned around and ran towards the door like a frightened rabbit.

One second before he was about to rush out of the store, an invisible gloomy wind blew up, and one of the human leather jackets rolled up suddenly, like a living creature, wrapping the man in it without warning. It was firmly wrapped in the human skin that showed the outline of the human face.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh-"

A scream that broke through the throat was wrapped in the human leather jacket and turned into a muddy groan.

The man frantically scratched the stench-smelling clothes wrapped around him, and scratched his fingernails on the human skin, but it was useless, leaving only some fleeting white marks.

The ticking blood fell faster, and soon merged into a pool of blood under his feet.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the screaming stopped.

Like a puppet that lost its string, the man's high-raised arm fell down, swayed slightly, and stopped moving.

"..."

Wen Jianyan's expression was solemn, staring at the "person" who still had his back turned to him.

really.

Generally speaking, after entering the rainy town after the hotel lights out, unless they are going to bring the portrait of the guest back to the hotel, in most cases, they will rarely be affected by this copy. The monsters attacked actively, but this time it was different.

They just walked into this shop, and didn't have time to do anything... They encountered this kind of thing, so there is a high probability that it has something to do with the Black team.

This is not part of the copy mechanism, but an artificial frame with vicious and malicious intent.

Therefore, the situation they are facing now cannot be solved by rushing out of the store as soon as possible. Doing so may be in the other's arms, and it will speed up their own death.

And the death of this Zhongshan team member made Wen Jianyan realize more clearly...

Whatever the source, the crisis they are now encountering is definitely not as simple as it seems.

Even if this person's ability is not outstanding, but after all, he can be regarded as a senior anchor. Even if he makes a mistake in judgment, he will never be "captured" or even die so easily.

To be precise, there is simply "no chance to resist".

This made Wen Jianyan involuntarily recall his experience when the lights were turned off last time.

In the rain, he faced the attack from the guest and the curse from the umbrella at the same time. This was a theoretically feasible result, but what he didn't expect was that at the last moment, he was in the cold and tearless. He lost his ability to move under the attack, even though Wen Jianyan knew that as long as he activated the remains of the Holy Infant, he could escape, but he [couldn't].

Under Wen Jianyan's gaze, the "player" with his back turned to him suddenly moved slowly.

"Guji-"

The sound of sticky blood being squeezed by the soles of the shoes sounded, which was very harsh in the dead room.

Everyone held their breath involuntarily.

In front of everyone's eyes, the player turned around slowly, little by little, with a very stiff movement.

His head was tilted, drooping as if it had lost its support,

In the dim light, his face looked particularly eerie.

The pale, bloodless skin showed a stiff and rough texture like a dead person. The corners of the mouth on both sides were pulled up high, revealing a shocking huge smile.

I don't know when it started, the man's leather coat has been properly worn on his body, as if it was tailor-made for him, and it fits perfectly.

In the dim light, the human skin showed a blue-grey color, as if it had just been peeled from a dead body.

Wen Jianyan seemed to suddenly realize something.

He turned his head to look at Huang Mao and said hurriedly, "Look at the pool of blood on the bottom of his feet, how many people are there?"

The light here is too dim, and the location where the person was attacked is so close to the door that it is almost impossible to see clearly with normal eyesight. However, it is different for yellow hairs whose vision has been enhanced by talent.

"……it is good."

Huang Mao moved his footsteps a little and looked intently at the feet of the four people who were wearing human skins.

However, he didn't expect that his face turned white as soon as he saw the picture in the pool of blood.

"see it?"

Wen Jianyan asked from the side.

Huang Mao's face was white, his shoulders trembled involuntarily, and then he said in a weak voice, "Yes, it's two people."

In the distance, on the ground near the door of the store, a shallow pool of blood was expanding.

On the scarlet surface, the shadow of a corpse standing upright was reflected. The corpse lowered his head, his face was blue and black, and the corners of his mouth were raised. On his shoulders, a pair of blue-gray arms were tightly wrapped around him. .

The second "person".

Its face was pale and its facial features were blurred. It seemed to be wearing a mask like the other residents. The corners of its stiff mouth were raised, and a smile appeared in the slightly swaying pool of blood.

Although they were already mentally prepared, after hearing what Huang Mao said, the rest of the people couldn't help being shocked.

But Wen Jianyan seems to have already had psychological expectations:

"...So that's how it is."

"What's the meaning?"

Huang Mao showed a dazed look.

"Those pieces of human leather jackets, like the human leather umbrellas we got before, are all media."

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, looked at the "corpse" walking in this direction with stiff steps, and said slowly.

Whether it is clothes or umbrellas, it can block the rain, but if it is used for too long or too many times, the "ghost" connected by the medium will wake up, but the spell will be transferred to the user until the use of The people killed by the medium are not like other people who died in this town, the body is pulled below the water surface, and only appears when the living people are ready to take the painting out of the town , but it will be as it is now...

The corpse stood upright on the spot, draped in human skins.

Although there is only one person above the water, there are two shadows standing under the water.

Under this theory, a hair-raising idea can be derived.

Chen Mo was stunned and looked at the corpse that was walking forward step by step with stiff steps: "Wait a minute, isn't that..."

Wen Jianyan nodded:

"That's right."

That is to say... if someone dies under an umbrella, or in their clothes, then their bodies will stay on the surface of the water and become a stable passage.

And the ghost attached to it can move freely on the ground through this corpse.

If any of them died under the umbrella, they would become the walking dead and the props manipulated by the ghosts in the water, just like the members of this Zhongshan team.

"These people's leather jackets should have been used to the limit before this happened," Wen Jianyan said slowly, "but the problem is that no one of us used it this time."

Chen Mo quickly reacted:

"Did Black do it?"

Wen Jianyan: "It's possible."

Although they figured out the cause of the crisis, the situation also reached a deadlock.

You can't get close to the human fur coat, or you will get entangled and fall into the same situation as the man just now, but you can't stay in place all the time, otherwise, the corpse confession controlled by the ghost will come over and use the clothes to drip down. The pool of blood created by the incoming blood begins to kill.

What's even worse is that they haven't figured out where Yun Bilan is and why these people are comatose here, and they can't just leave them alone.

Wen Jianyan stood where she was, her eyes flicking across the shop in front of her.

Now there are three pieces of clothes, one of which has been worn on the body of the corpse, and the other two are still stirring in the gloomy wind. Peeking in this direction.

His thin lips were pursed tightly, and his brain was running fast.

Not without a solution.

But...it would be dangerous.

However, in this case, you can only take the risk.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, raised her hand, and threw one of the umbrellas to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo raised his hand subconsciously and took the umbrella that was thrown over.

The pale umbrella surface shone with a faint, human-skin-like light in the dark, and there was a deep blue-black palm print at the handle of the umbrella, as if someone had held it tightly on the handle.

"...?!"

Chen Mo was stunned for a second, and seemed to realize something. He raised his head suddenly and looked at Wen Jianyan:

"what do you mean?"

"That's right." Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and said, "Do you remember, just like last time?"

The last time he turned off the lights and entered the rainy town, Wen Jianyan had already used his name to verify the possibility of conflict between the two media.

The theory is simple though.

However, the potential for error is high.

In any case, for them now, it is the only way out.