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Unlike when Wen Jianyan first fell, the underground mine has completely recovered to its original appearance.

Between the arc of the well wall, the air is humid and dull, only a very dim light falls from the top of the head, barely illuminating the narrow space that can only accommodate one person in front of him, and it seems a little difficult to turn around.

The well was dead silent.

Wen Jianyan clinged tightly to the uneven, cold and sticky wall behind, curled up in a corner of the well, and stared at the rotting corpse not far away in horror.

[Integrity First] The signal in the live broadcast room finally recovered, and the current scene appeared on the re-lit screen.

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Hahahahahaha, just thinking about the elder sister Bilan, who touched the body without changing her face, but the captain of her family encountered the same scene: weak and pitiful shrinking the corner."

"Laugh at me, I would call it a prophet."

"But it's so strange, why did the corpse suddenly start to move? Yun Bilan spent a long time in the well before. Why didn't he move now? Could it be that the ghosts in the dungeon also know what it means to be bullied?" "Because Blood, there was no wound when Yun Bilan went down into the well before, but the injury on the anchor's hand was very serious. I just saw that many of them were mixed into the well water. It may be because of this that the body was awakened. "

Wen Jianji was so frightened by the suddenly moving corpse that his hair stood on end, his soul came out of his body, and reflexively prepared to open his backpack and activate the props, but at the last moment, his movements suddenly stopped and he stopped in mid-air. middle,

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"? Why is the anchor stunned?"

"Frightened stupid?"

"Come on, if you are scared, he won't be scared. Don't think I haven't seen it before. This guy runs as fast as a rabbit when he sees a ghost."

"Cuck, chuckle."

The screeching sound of bone rubbing echoed down the well.

The corpse hung with rotting flesh stood up little by little from the icy cold muddy water in a stiff posture. A faint, gloomy light fell from the wellhead, barely illuminating the narrow space below.

"Ah."

Its head drooped eerily aside, its dark eye sockets slanted, staring at him silently.

Wen Jianyan's face was pale, and her back was tightly pressed against the wall, as if she wanted to embed herself deeply into the wall.

His throat swallowed hard, but it still didn't move.

Previously, under the impetus of Meng Ai, he entered the original sale of the Xingwang Hotel, and spent a relatively short period of time in it, compared with what he experienced after being dragged in by countless ghost hands. The thrilling scene is as distant as it happened in a previous life.

However, just before the props were activated, Wen Jianyan suddenly recalled all these scenes:

The darkness, the wet mud, and the countless skeletons half-buried in the mud.

Whether it was the pale ghost hands sticking out of the well or the rotting corpses that reactivated in the mud of the well, they were all much smaller than adults. In other words, all are children.

In this small town, there is only one place where all children are.

If it was someone else, they might just be confused, but Wen Jianyan was different.

He had once entered the depths of "Box Garden", and had a very in-depth conversation with the two fruits who were about to unlock all the plots and hit the platinum achievement of the dungeon. Therefore, he knew very well what the bones of these dead children were - they were 【Material】.

It was to open the prison and send away the meals prepared by the prison guards.

And the NPC who gave these [materials] to Hugo was the woman in white hidden in the painting, who was one of the teachers in that elementary school.

In the dark, a lot of seemingly unrelated information is linked together.

Who is invisibly guiding them in this dungeon, and who is behind all of this, making the event come to an end

However, since there are still many questions that have not been answered, Wen Jianyan left the street as quickly as possible and returned to the hotel when he was in the small garden before, but he was still a little bit out of order and failed. When he arrived at the room, the banquet had already started, and as the "guest", the woman in white with the blurred face had already left, leaving him an empty room.

The rotting corpse spread its legs and walked towards the front.

"Whoa——"

The cold, muddy water swayed, and the long-deposited slag was stirred up and gradually floated up.

Looking at the situation in front of him, Wen Jianyan's body was cold.

A strong sense of fear fermented in his heart, urging him to do something

He gritted his teeth and forcibly pressed his slightly trembling fingers with willpower.

"Whoa-"

The sound of water continued.

Wen Jianyan forced herself to keep her eyes on the slowly approaching corpse in front of her, held her breath, exhausted all her willpower, and observed it carefully.

That's right, it was completely different from the corpse of a child he had seen before, and it was indeed in the form of an adult.

On the skeleton covered with mud and decaying tissue, there are still some scattered pieces of cloth. Although it is almost impossible to recognize the original appearance, there are still some residual colors. Like a white dress.

""

Wen Jianyan heard her heart beating rapidly, pounding against her ribs, her breathing became unstable, and the blood in her body seemed to boil and congeal with fear.

That's right.

In the small garden before, the woman in the painting that he had worked so hard to find, although far from being "living", actually stood in front of him.

The time to think is fleeting.

Wen Jianyan was only fascinated for a few seconds, exuding a rancid smell, and the terrifying corpse beyond recognition was close at hand.

Although he had enough psychological preparation, his physical fear could not be completely overcome. A chill ran down Wen Jianyan's back, and his stomach felt like a heavy stone was falling, which made him panic. ,

Without warning, the female corpse stopped and stopped moving.

It stood upright in place, its cervical vertebrae slanted to the side at a strange angle, its head fell to one side, and its hollow eye sockets were lifeless. It stood there, as still as a marionette.

The fear that seemed to be able to swallow people gradually calmed down, and was finally replaced by the doubts that gradually rose in my heart.

Why don't you move?

Wen Jianyan cleared her throat: "that"

The female corpse remained motionless, like a pillar in the middle of the bottom of the well.

He added, tremblingly, "Hello?"

The female corpse remained motionless, showing no sign of being touched by his words at all. The half-rotted, bare-boned head looked even more terrifying in the dim light.

Sure enough, like the other ghosts in this dungeon, this corpse is no exception, a ghost who only acts according to rules and instinctual desires, not an NPC who can communicate and communicate like a hotel manager.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan was startled, as if he suddenly realized something.

He raised his hand and touched the mask covering his face.

Cold and pale, it looks like hard porcelain, but to the touch, it is a soft material like human skin.

A guess slowly came to mind.

In this instance, the role of the mask is to disguise humans as ghosts so that ghosts cannot recognize them.

If we speculate in this direction

The corpse stopped moving, in fact, because it was impossible to identify, was the person in front of him or a ghost?

Thinking of this, Wen Jianyan hesitated for a while, then slowly raised her hand and pressed it on the mask on her face.

He took off the mask little by little.

"Ah."

The corpse seemed to sense something and turned its head in Wen Jianyan's direction.

As it took another step forward, the sound of "crashing" resounded again, staring at the corpse that was getting closer and closer to him, Wen Jianyan's heartbeat had soared to 200 miles. Although he was standing in place now, he moved It didn't move, but in fact, Wen Jianyan was already ready to activate the props at any time to create a chance for him to run away.

As the distance shortened, Wen Jianyan noticed that there were very obvious crush marks on its spine, as if it had been forcibly broken in the middle.

The corpse slowly lifted its rotting arm, then passed it over.

The flesh and blood on the fingers had completely disappeared, leaving only the phalanges of Bai Sensen.

Wen Jianyan's heart lifted high.

He stared at the corpse's half-clawed fist, as if realizing something. He swallowed hard, plucked up his courage, and stretched out his hand.

The corpse's fingers fell, and something cold was placed in his palm.

The next second, like a puppet with a rope cut off, the corpse that had just stood upright in front of Wen Jianyan collapsed. Wen Jianyan was startled, and subconsciously reached out to pick it up.

A disgusting, pungent, rancid stench poured into the nostrils.

Wen Jianyan stood there dumbfounded, with a pale face, and looked down into his arms blankly.

The broken corpse was pinned between his arms, and the long, smooth black hair stained with blood and mud was wrapped around the skull in disgust, drooping over his arm, and the dark eye sockets seemed to be still watching him.

"!!!"

Wen Jianyan took a breath.

With a desperate look on his face, he almost had a premonition that he would inevitably experience many days of nightmares after leaving this dungeon.

Wen Jianyan crawled out of the well like a wandering soul.

His face was blue, his body was wet, and the feeling of holding a corpse in his arms seemed to remain firmly on his body, which caused him a great psychological blow.

Wen Jianyan took shaky steps and walked towards the house in front of her that could temporarily block the rain with a white face.

There was no one in the house.

Obviously, after he was dragged into the little garden, his teammates also left. However, they obviously didn't feel that the captain was dead and gave up waiting, but took the initiative to leave in order to achieve a certain purpose. Wen Jianyan raised her eyes, bent down, and picked up a wet piece of paper from the ground.

Obviously, this was a piece of paper carried by the streamer who had a talent for reading and writing. It was folded into small squares and clamped to the secret door at the back of the room. Only when the door is pushed in from the direction of the well will the piece of paper fall naturally. Otherwise, it will be caught in the door shaft and hidden tightly.

On the paper is written a line:

"We know how to win, and we will contact you immediately."

It is Chen Mo's handwriting.

Wen Jianyan paused, and instead of immediately following what was said on the paper, he folded it and stuffed it into his pocket. He lowered his head and looked at what he had just obtained from the corpse in the well.

It was a small, black box.

It was covered in filthy mud, but, just so, there was still a glimpse of the eerie and familiar metal surface below.

Wait a moment.

this material

Wen Jianyan was slightly startled.

He hurriedly wiped the mud off the surface of the box with his sleeve, held it up to the light, and examined it carefully.

Can't go wrong.

Wen Jianyan stared straight at the box in front of him.

The last time he saw something similar was in the copy of [Safe Sanatorium].

Wentongji Manchu City 3 wins, in the "Ping'an Fang Nursing Home" country, among the very similar masters, the epic songs in the country are decorated as much as the epic songs in the country are concealed by Guochi Qian, which can clarify Guochi's new strategy. After that, he got the skin spot. "One day, Natu also had an old thief prop, and it was the clue given on the kraft paper that led the gentleman to this copy and told them to enter the painting. The path of the store, and the way to leave a picture of yourself,

It's like going the same way.

In the dark, it seems that everything is vaguely connected.

Invisible dark lines are deeply hidden in the seemingly complicated and chaotic copy, as if there is some invisible huge force that is secretly controlling.

Wen Jianyan's breathing involuntarily sped up slightly, as if she saw some kind of strange thing in front of her.

He turned the box over skillfully, but, to his disappointment, this time, the keyhole on the black box did not have the depression of the Ouroboros, but a very clear keyhole.

Wen Jianyan sighed, but he didn't find it unexpected.

Well, that's right.

[Dream Amusement Park] and [Ping An Sanatorium] are closely related. The key prop in the Dream Amusement Park, the Ouroboros, is a product of the Ping An Sanatorium. The two are closely related and have a very clear time sequence. Therefore, the black box in [Peace Sanatorium] can only be opened by the Ouroboros prop in [Dream Amusement Park].

However, there seems to be no such connection between [Xingwang Hotel] and [Peace Sanatorium].

Now, it seems that the two sub-bodies have been influenced by the Moon One power system for thousands of years, but there is no causal relationship between them. [Xingwang Hotel] This dungeon is closer to the [Prosperous Daxia] dungeon.

Then, it is quite normal for the Ouroboros from the Fantasy Amusement Park copy to be unable to open the box.

Wen Jianyan was not discouraged, and put the box back in his pocket with his backhand.

These scattered clues are scattered in different sub-body. He is not even completely sure. If the one who can open this box is in the copy of Xingwang Hotel, it doesn't matter even if it can't be opened now, there will always be opportunities in the future. .

but

Wen Jianyan paused, took out the note from his pocket, glanced at the content on it, and paused for a moment on the word "contact immediately".

He hesitated for a while, but finally did not take out his mobile phone and sent a message to his companion.

If it was before seeing the black box, he would definitely have done it.

However, the unexpected prop obtained from the corpse made Wen Jianyan change his mind.

That one is usually tired, and when I don't know my son, when I am with someone unknown, the better it is to say, she once came to worship in person, he once gave her in person, the light path Shili's fingers "swipe", and this whether it is time, she At the same time, small towns other than Fang Yangyuan's Gao Wu inexplicably explained this to her, which made Wen Jianyan feel particularly uneasy.

Some questions that have never been answered before come to mind, and even become impossible to ignore.

Now may not be the time.

Countless thoughts whirled through my mind,—emerged, and—disappeared.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, put the note back into her pocket, and walked out of the house.

Although Wen Jianyan has made up his mind to act alone for the time being and not inform his teammates about his current situation, one thing is still certain.

That is, he must return to the Xingwang Hotel in the only time left.

The dinner is about to start.

If he does not return to the hotel within the stipulated time and obtains the admission qualification for the third day's banquet from the hotel manager, then he may no longer be able to participate in the last and most critical part of the country.

Therefore, Wen Jianyan's top priority is to find a painting as quickly as possible and leave the town through it.

The rain fell one after another.

Wen Jianyan was wearing a mask and was moving quickly in the rain.

This mask was purchased by him in the original dungeon with ghost coins, so there would not be any possible murder risk. Because of this, Wen Jianyan walked longer in the rain without dying.

Over time, the mirror copy appears to be gradually moving closer to the original.

Compared with the first day, the sky is now as dark as ink, and countless looming shadows are wandering stiffly in the rain, like a ghost town.

Soon, Wen Jianyan successfully found a double painting in a low-rise bungalow.

After obtaining this painting, the road back to the Xingwang Hotel will be opened again. By welcoming the "guest" in the painting into the hotel, he can also successfully return to the hotel.

Although he has only one person this time, the difficulty of the action is much higher than that of the entire team, but Wen Jianyan has already figured out the rules, and has successfully completed it many times with his own team, so, although There is only one person, this kind of thing is still difficult for him

Wen Jianyan glanced at the time.

There is still left.

He took a deep breath and grabbed the edge of the frame with one hand, ready to remove it. However, at this moment, there was a "squeak" sound of the door being pushed open from behind.

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

Due to the loud rain outside the house, he did not hear the approaching footsteps at all, and it was not until the door was pushed open that he realized that another team was walking towards here. The floor made a "crunch, crunch" sound, and it seemed that more than one person was walking towards the depths of the room.

Wen Jianyan suddenly dodged and hid behind the cabinet. He took a deep breath and thought quickly in his mind.

In fact, encountering an anchor is not entirely a bad thing. If it is a person from the red side, then it is a very rare help for Wen Jianyan, who acts alone, and can greatly improve his operational efficiency-

Through the narrow gap, Wen Jian secretly looked out without a trace. Soon, within the narrow line of sight, a four-person team approached from far to near.

""

Wen Jianyan's eyes swept across the faces of those people, and her heart sank suddenly.

Not the red side.

This is really a leak in the house every night rain.

It seems that he can only wait for them to leave, and then look for the next one——

Well, wait a minute.

Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes, and there was a stream of light in her light-colored eyes.

Doesn't this work?

"Captain, found it!"

The black team members looked at the oil painting not far away, showing excited expressions.

"It's a double portrait"

"Great, the last one, let's hurry up, or we'll be too late-"

A few people walked forward quickly, just as they were about to obtain the portrait, there was a "crunch" sound from the floor behind without warning, and then, the sound of steady, unhurried footsteps sounded, walking in this direction Come,

"?!"

A few people were startled, and hurriedly turned their heads and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

I saw a figure slowly emerge from the darkness.

The faint light fell on the pale and blurry face that was like a ghost, which made people feel terrified.

Everyone was terrified, took a step back suddenly, their muscles were tense, and they were instantly ready to meet the enemy, ready to fight at any time.

However, the figure stopped.

He raised a pale hand, spread his fingers over his face, and removed the mask.

Beneath the mask is a very familiar face.

Extremely pale, almost the same color as the mask, slightly protruding eyeballs, sullen and cold, looking frightening look, and the iconic, slender, insect-like limbs. The man turned his head slowly, his icy eyes slowly swept across the few people in front of him, and in a cold tone with a slight hiss, he asked unhurriedly:

"What are you doing?"

How many people turned pale in shock, "Ah, Mr. Anis?"

The man turned his head to look at the person who spoke first, and sneered in a way that made goosebumps goosebumps. "if not?"