Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 43

Wen Jianyan wiped her hands dejectedly.

He pulled out a medical box from the bathroom and wrapped a bandage around his wrist a few times, covering the faint traces of the spell on the back of his hand.

This pattern is really too weird and special. Although Wen Jianyan has not yet figured out why it appears on his skin, and whether it will affect his next live broadcast, for the sake of safety, he did not Not going to let it show up just like that.

"Grumbling."

At this moment, the screwed faucet made a strange hollow sound, which seemed especially strange in the empty bathroom.

Wen Jianyan was startled, raised her head subconsciously, and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

I don't know if it was his delusion...

I always feel that the movements of my own image in the mirror seem to have a subtle time difference with reality.

The lights were as bright as ever, knocking down from overhead.

The young man's face was reflected in the mirror, his face was slightly pale, and his eyes were bright amber. Although his expression was calm, the slightly tense Adam's apple and shoulders still showed a subtle tension.

The face in the mirror was so familiar, it was no different from usual, but as the time of looking at each other increased, an inexplicable sense of disharmony gradually expanded.

I don't know if it's a psychological reason, but the people in the mirror seem to be more and more unfamiliar.

Wen Jianyan felt a layer of cold sweat rise from his back, he took out his mobile phone as quickly as possible, and glanced at the ID card covertly.

No abnormal decrease in remaining survival time occurred.

At least it means that he has not triggered any death traps now.

Wen Jianyan made up his mind and withdrew from the bathroom as quickly as possible.

He left Room 1025 and came to the corridor.

This apartment building is not young, it is a long straight tube structure.

In the narrow corridor, the light is dim, the walls are peeling off, and small advertisements like psoriasis are pasted on the electric box, layer by layer, scratched and pitted, and all kinds of sundries are piled at the door of each house, flat and flat. Cardboard boxes, bags of sour-smelling kitchen waste, and old bicycles slanted against the wall, occupying most of the corridor space.

As soon as he closed the door, he encountered a neighbor who came out of the opposite door carrying garbage.

It was a middle-aged woman in her forties. She was obviously stunned when she saw Wen Jianyan: "You are..."

"Hello, I'm Cai Feng's nephew."

With a friendly smile on her face, Wen Jianyan took the lead in introducing herself: "I came here to borrow for the past two days."

"Oh oh oh." The other party's face showed a stunned expression: "So it is."

At this moment, Wen Jianyan thought of something. He took out a copper coin made of yellow paper from his pocket and stuffed it into his neighbor's hand: "By the way, this is for you."

The neighbor was taken aback: "This is..."

"My aunt asked me to ask for it from my master some time ago. It's a fate to meet here, so I'll give it to you."

Wen Jianyan was nonsense without blinking.

The neighbor subconsciously squeezed the copper coin into the palm of his hand, looked at the young man who looked inexplicably immortal, and asked cautiously, "You... your master?"

Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes and smiled at her: "just an ordinary feng shui master, nothing special."

The neighbor seemed to have thought of something, and slowly widened his eyes:

"Could it be... you're here for... what happened in this building?"

"Forget it." Wen Jianyan smiled harmlessly: "Although my aunt briefly described the strange things that happened recently to me before, she didn't seem to want to talk about what happened on other floors. I don't think it matters, but after I came here, I found that things are probably not as simple as I thought."

"Tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Day. For safety's sake, she and her husband went out to live on my advice."

The tall young man lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes were clear and sincere, and it was almost impossible to refuse any of his requests: "Excuse me... Can you briefly answer a few questions of mine?"

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"My dear, this is the level of textbook-level clichés!"

"Hahahahahahahaha God damn Mr. Feng Shui, this liar is too skilled in metaphysics!"

"How many personal series can be fooled by a piece of oil paper, I'm dying of laughter, how many times do you use this paper money!"

Fifteen minutes later, Wen Jianyan left the neighbor's house.

From this man, he did not get much information.

For some reason, the other party was vague on many key details, dodged, and seemed reluctant to talk more. Even if Wen Jianyan pressed on, she would skip it by lying and other means-Wen Jianyan is very sensitive to lies , the strange attitude of the other party could hardly be concealed from him.

Obviously life has been threatened, but it has to be kept tight-lipped. It seems that this dungeon is very deep.

However, Wen Jianyan was not completely without gains.

Regarding the 1304 that he is going to go to next, the other party said a lot of useful things.

A month ago, there was a massacre of a family in 1304. It is said that poison was thrown into the dinner, and all four of the family were spared, and all of them were poisoned to death. The mother-in-law of this family lived opposite them, and she was the first to discover the scene of the murder. The death of the family and the tragic murder scene greatly stimulated the old man, and he went crazy soon after.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes covering the thoughtful look in her eyes.

As the difficulty increased, the dungeons he experienced seemed to become more and more specific and detailed. Not only was the number of ordinary NPCs increasing, but even the map was expanding.

At the beginning, the map of Decai Middle School was not big, and the place outside the campus was shrouded in darkness, while the map of Fukang Private General Hospital was much better. Standing outside the hospital, he could almost see the entire street.

The copy of Antai Community is even more obvious at this point.

Whether it's an NPC or a map, it's the most realistic and detailed he has ever encountered so far.

This made him think of what Ji Guan said to him after the last dungeon ended.

——"Fukang Hospital in Reality".

However, Wen Jianyan still has too little information and clues, too many things are shrouded in fog, and every guess in his heart is vague and incomplete, without any evidence to support it.

Wen Jianyan sighed, pulled himself out of his messy thoughts, and walked into the elevator.

Like this apartment building, the elevator is also very old.

Mottled and full of rust, there are small advertisements the size of a palm in the elevator, the paper has even slightly yellowed due to the age, there are dirty water stains on the ground, the smell in the air is complex, and the smoke is a headache.

Wen Jianyan pressed the button on the 13th floor, the elevator vibrated twice and slowly went up.

"Ding."

Arrived on the 13th floor.

The elevator door froze twice, then slowly opened to the sides.

Cold air blows in.

Quiet, too quiet.

The strange light of light yellow was sprinkled from overhead, the deep and dead corridor extended into the darkness, the smell of incense ash was floating in the air, near the corner of the elevator, there was a bowl of white rice on the ground, and three unlit incense sticks were stuck on the rice. .

Wen Jianyan stood in the elevator, staring at the dark corridor with no edge in front of her, she couldn't help feeling her scalp tingle.

The difference between here and the 10th floor is really too big. The bright fireworks have completely disappeared, leaving only a pure quiet and terrifying atmosphere spreading in front of the eyes, which makes people have an urge to run away.

"..."

I really don't want to go! !

Wen Jianyan closed her eyes hard, took a deep breath slowly, and stepped out of the elevator.

He turned on his phone and confirmed his main mission:

[Main Mission 2: Go to Room 1304 for shooting, the shooting time should not be less than ten minutes]

[Completion: 0%]

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Hahahahahahahaha, the first mission is on the 13th floor, the anchor is really miserable!"

"I remember that the person who got the identity card of the spirit-hunting anchor has basically never survived this task, right?"

"Woooooo, come on, wife!"

Wen Jianyan moved forward carefully step by step. The doors of the residents on both sides of the corridor were all locked, and the walls were either stuck with talismans in red on a yellow background, or hung with gossip mirrors to exorcise evil spirits.

His gaze swept across the house number on the door, and finally—

1304 has arrived.

Wen Jianyan didn't go in immediately, but took two steps forward.

As the distance shortened, the thick darkness was slightly dispelled, and a door at the end of the corridor jumped into view.

The iron chain sealed the door, and the talisman paper was densely pasted on it, which looked particularly terrifying in the dim light.

The rusted house number is a little crooked, and the number on it can barely be seen: 1316.

Wen Jianyan backed back in shock, turning her head to look at 1304 where she should have entered.

It was dark, dirty, deserted, and there was no mess of paper or anything.

"..."

I don't know why, but this door immediately became inexplicably pleasing to the eye.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, reached out and tried to push the door.

"Squeak-"

The door was unlocked, making a harsh rubbing sound, and slowly opened into the darkness.

At the same time, a strong rancid smell poured out from the door, causing Wen Jianyan to cough twice, covering her mouth and nose with her sleeves.

He walked cautiously towards the door.

It was obviously not yet sunset time, but the light in the room was so dim that it was almost impossible to see clearly. Wen Jianyan turned on the flashlight of her mobile phone and swept into the room with the faint light.

Water stains remained on the walls, and the room was full of undulating dark outlines of furniture.

The light of the flashlight stayed on the window for a moment.

The outside of the window was blocked by bricks, and no light could penetrate. There were family portraits at the entrance of the entrance. The photos were covered in dust, and the figures inside could not be seen clearly.

The strong rancid odor in the air intensified.

Wen Jianyan turned on the camera and started recording.

Accompanied by the slightly shaking light source, the picture in the dark slowly swept across the screen, and the bright red REC in the upper right corner flashed.

【Countdown starts: 10:00】

In the living room near the dining room, a particularly eerie looking shrine was recorded in the video.

Wen Jianyan's eyes paused. After confirming that his survival time had not decreased, he approached cautiously and looked at the shrine with the dim light of the flashlight.

The shrine is not big. The red electronic candles are placed on both sides, but they are not powered on. The singing machine is placed next to the shrine, and a thin layer of ash has fallen on it.

Three dishes were placed outside the shrine, and the fruit inside had turned black and deteriorated, giving off a strong rotten smell.

Inside the shrine is a small statue of a Bodhisattva.

The Bodhisattva sits cross-legged on the lotus, with three faces facing three different directions, with kind eyebrows and a smile on his face. He holds a tin staff and jewels in his hands, but he holds a strangely shaped staff and half-closed eyes. skull.

It raised its eyes and stared fixedly into the darkness, which made this seemingly compassionate smile look extra weird.

Wen Jianyan frowned slightly.

Although he never prayed to gods and worshipped Buddhas, he still had some understanding of metaphysics, gods and Buddhas. In his impression, no matter whether it was Mahayana, Theravada or Tantra, there was absolutely no such devious Bodhisattva.

There was a chill on Wen Jianyan's fingertips, the phone in her palm was a little unstable, and the light of the flashlight swayed towards the restaurant unconsciously.

The light passed by, and before the dining table, three dark figures were revealed in the light. They sat quietly at the table and seemed to be waiting there early in the morning.

"!!!"

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank, she took a half step back in fright, and almost turned her head and ran away.

Reason restrained his pace, Wen Jianyan glanced at the countdown on the phone screen.

【06:26】

Oh shit.

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth, cursed inwardly, and looked at the dining table again with the courage.

The three figures remained motionless.

He confirmed his remaining survival time—it didn't decrease.

Shouldn't be much of a problem.

Wen Jianyan took a step forward in trepidation, held her breath slightly, and pointed her flashlight at the dining table.

The table is full of plates and plates, with all kinds of rotten food, pig heads, whole chickens, fish, and white maggots wriggling on the skeleton of the soup, exuding a foul smell.

And sitting at the table...

three paper figures.

The paper figurines were made extremely finely, with lifelike eyebrows and eyes, and on the pale paper face, the scarlet cheeks and lips were smeared, which looked particularly terrifying in the impenetrable darkness.

A family of three smiles and sits at the dining table as if they are having dinner.

Wen Jianyan's face was also a little pale, and she subconsciously grasped the phone in her hand.

This copy is full of weirdness.

How scary! ! !

Less than five minutes after entering the room, he felt a layer of cold sweat on his back, his heart was beating wildly, and he felt a little weak.

"Zizzi."

A slight electric current sounded.

Wen Jianyan was so frightened that she almost jumped up and turned her head in a panic to look in the direction from which the voice came.

I saw that behind him, the electronic candles on both sides of the shrine slowly lit up, and the two blood-red dots were very distinct in the darkness, like two slowly opening eyes.

"Zizzi."

With the sound of electric current, the chanting machine began to play slowly.

The chanting of scriptures and incantations was disrupted by the sound of electric currents, appearing distorted and distant, melding into an eerie tone that reverberated in the empty, dark room.

...I will not record your uncle's!

Wen Jianyan jumped three feet high and rushed towards the door like a rabbit.

--"boom!"

Before he was about to rush into the corridor, the door slammed shut in front of him, and a thick darkness descended.

"..."

It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid.

The big deal is that there are props, right!

Lin Qing's doctor's certificate can help him block a fatal attack, and can also provide a golden body, no problem at all!

Wen Jianyan's face was white, and she kept thinking about it in her heart.

He bit his head, closed his eyes forcefully, then turned around slowly and looked behind him——

Scarlet electric candles flickered in the dark, barely illuminating the way to the dining room.

The room was pitch black.

The three paper figurines turned their heads at some point, three smiling, pale faces, and the paper looked straight in the direction of Wen Jianyan.

and many more……

three?

Wen Jianyan was slightly startled.

In retrospect, according to the clues provided by the neighbors on the tenth floor, there should be a family of four living in No. 1304.

That is to say...

Judging from the number of people, there is still one person short of the table.

Could it be that……

... Who cares, bet it!

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and walked to the dining table step by step with her already weak legs.

The faces of the three paper figures stared at him with a smile.

I don't know if it's my own illusion, but I always feel that their eyes seem to be slowly turning following his steps.

Wen Jianyan felt a chill on the back of her spine, her heart pounding echoed in her ears, and she couldn't even hear the voice of Buddha singing.

He gritted his teeth, ruthless, and sat down on the vacant stool by the dining table.

The moment he sat on the chair, a familiar mechanical sound rang in his ears.

"Ding! It is detected that the conditions are met, and the hidden branch is being opened--"

In the next second, Wen Jianyan only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the familiar feeling of dizziness came, as if the whole person was being dragged down, and the scene around him changed suddenly, which made him almost unable to recover.

"Duh duh."

The sound of the kitchen knife hitting the chopping board came, Wen Jianyan frowned and slowly opened her eyes.

It was bright all around.

He was sitting at the dining table with fragrant meals on the table, and beside him were two laughing children, the elder was seven or eight years old, and the youngest was only three or two years old. Falling all over the house.

Everything seemed so peaceful and harmonious, full of the fireworks of everyday life.

Not far away, a slender figure was busy in the kitchen, and the air was filled with a strong smell of food.

This...is this?

Wen Jianyan was slightly startled, and a guess slowly emerged in his mind.

Replay the scene?

Soon, the sound of chopping vegetables in the kitchen stopped, the sliding door was pulled open, and a woman came out with the last dish in her hand.

The moment he saw the other's face, Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank slightly involuntarily.

The woman has a pale, paper-like face, with two dazzling blushes on her cheeks, her eyes are dull, as if they were painted on, her lips are raised, and she has a stiff and bright smile:

"Let's eat, Xiuqing."

Saying that, the woman placed the dinner plate in front of Wen Jianyan.

The two children on the side also stopped playing, and looked at them in unison, their pale faces, dull eyes, and bright blushes on their faces.

They smiled and said in unison:

"Dad, let's eat."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Under the gaze of the three eyeing paper figurines, he lowered his head and stared at the plate of green vegetables that had been discolored by the poison before him, and fell silent.

... Poisoning is okay.

That's obviously a bit too much, isn't it? !

The author has something to say: Dalang, take medicine (bushi

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The child is wrong.

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