Welcome to the Nightmare Live

chapter eight

After hearing the mission, everyone was dumbfounded.

After the experience just now, the hint given by this D-level copy has become clear:

"As long as you follow the rules, you won't be killed."

However, after the NPC clearly stated the rule "Don't leave the bedroom after turning off the lights at ten o'clock", the live broadcast system immediately updated a task that was completely opposite to the rule:

"Leave the dorm after lights out and explore the campus."

Isn't this a clear way to push the anchor into a death trap!

They can hardly imagine what kind of terrifying situation they will face if they are caught by the old witch after leaving the dormitory.

The sound of the clock echoed in the air.

The entire dormitory building was surrounded by darkness, and only the ceiling light at the corner of the corridor was still on, and in the suffocating darkness, a dim and faint white light flickered.

201 bedroom.

The rookie anchor Cheng Huaquan stood alone in the dark, not yet reacting from the shock of the live broadcast mission.

With shaking hands, he took out his ID card in a panic.

The initial duration was seven hours, and now there are four hours left.

Cheng Huaquan's fingertips were white, and he was holding the card tightly, as if the only way to gain a sense of security.

He stared at the numbers above and made up his mind secretly.

He is not prepared to do this main line.

Anyway, his initial survival time is the longest. Even if he doesn't do this mainline live broadcast mission, it shouldn't matter too much. Anyway, he only needs to get points that can be exchanged for three hours to clear the level. He can completely ask the audience for a reward. , before the next settlement cycle is reached, collect the points for customs clearance.

He really didn't want to face the unknown monster outside the room again.

After completing the psychological construction, Cheng Huaquan turned on the live broadcast screen.

He worked hard to please the audience, spared no effort to meet any of their increasingly outrageous requirements in the live broadcast room, licking his face and begging for more popularity and rewards.

However, what he couldn't understand was that no matter how hard he tried, the number of people online in the live broadcast room was still inexorably dropping rapidly.

Just like the sand in the palm of your hand, the harder it is, the faster it loses.

When the number of live broadcasters dropped to three digits, Cheng Huaquan finally panicked.

According to this trend, he will no longer have the possibility to continue his life.

"Don't go, don't go!"

He put his pale, sweaty face in front of the light screen, and shouted in panic: "You, what do you want from me? Just mention me, I will definitely—"

When Cheng Huaquan was sweating with anxiety, a slight "duh" sound came from behind.

Rhythmic, pounding sound.

It's light enough to be ignored with just a little focus.

Unexpectedly, in Cheng Huaquan's live broadcast room, the number of people who had been losing suddenly stopped, and even showed a trend of recovery.

The fire of hope lit up in his eyes:

"Thank you, thank you everyone, I will definitely live up to your support..."

However, Cheng Huaquan, who was immersed in ecstasy, didn't notice that although the number of people online in this live broadcast was increasing, the barrage was extremely quiet, and almost no barrage appeared.

Cheng Hua, who is a novice anchor, doesn't know that all barrages involving spoilers will be blocked.

However, in the dead silence, he gradually realized that something was wrong.

"Duh."

"Duh."

"Duh."

The rhythm of the pounding sounded to the ground, gradually becoming clearer over time, until it was completely impossible to ignore.

Cheng Huaquan froze in place.

... That voice did not come from the corridor, but echoed inside this room.

Right behind his head, to be precise.

His eyes trembled nervously, and cold sweat slid down his sunken temples.

Can't go back Can't go back Can't go back-

The light screen in front of him swayed slightly, and the faint light illuminated the glass not far away.

Like a mirror, the anchor's distorted face was clearly reflected on the glass.

as well as……

A pair of feet hanging in the air hanging behind him.

"Duh."

"Duh."

The drooping black toes slammed against the metal bedpost, making a regular sound.

Almost uncontrollably, Cheng Huaquan's eyes slowly moved upwards——

He saw a person hanging from the fan.

With long black hair hanging down, the smiling face half-submerged in the shadows stared straight at him, pale as molten wax, a pair of strange pure black eyes stared at him for a moment, and the corners of his mouth grinned silently.

"...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

A shrill scream echoed through the darkness.

On the ID card, the remaining survival time dropped rapidly at a terrifying speed, as if being swallowed by some invisible existence, and dropped to single digits in a blink of an eye.

Snapped.

In the live broadcast square of [Decai Middle School], a screen went black.

[The anchor has been disconnected]

[The 27463hud live broadcast room will close in one minute, countdown: 60, 59...]

In the live broadcast room that has turned black, the audience is delighted by death and is discussing contentedly in the barrage area.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a pity for the eight-hour survival time at the beginning."

"This kind of anchor who resists the main quest is useless to live, and has no viewing value at all."

"At least the few minutes before the disconnection was pretty cool to watch."

"This is too uninspired to die, friends, I vomited blood in the 789326qwk live broadcast room next door to Amway, and the 20-minute survival time was broken. Looks great!"

"Yes, that anchor is really good, bold and careful, with a very fine mouth, and it seems that he is a big boss and a trumpet."

"And he encountered this monster at the beginning of the game. It was really an extreme comeback, and it was absolutely amazing."

"Blow it? Why don't I believe it."

"Really? I'll take a look."

Over time, the number of people online in the live broadcast room gradually lost.

【5, 4, 3...】

Blood words slowly appeared before the live broadcast room closed.

[Our slogan is, entertainment to death]

In the dark corridor, Su Cheng groped in fear and walked forward step by step.

His initial survival time was too short, and even though he had been desperately trying to unlock his ID card to earn points, there was only more than an hour left.

As a newcomer to live broadcast, the number of online users and the number of rewards in the live broadcast room has always been maintained at a few hundred or so.

So, even knowing that breaking the rules is costly, Su Cheng had to bite the bullet and leave the dormitory.

If he doesn't take the main quest, he will surely die.

The corridor was dark, and only the lights in the stairwell flickered behind, giving a strange atmosphere of depression and suffocation.

In his live broadcast room, the audience sent barrages one after another.

"It's been a while since the main broadcast room, why is nothing happening?"

"Yes, I remember that this copy can't violate the rules. As long as it violates the rules, it will be targeted by ghosts. It's just a matter of time."

"I thought it was the host who was lucky, but I just went to the host next door who chose to leave the dormitory to have a look. They are all safe, what's going on?"

"Didn't the first few go to the 789326qwk live room to make up lessons?"

"?? Make up lessons? What's the situation?"

"The plot deviation of this dungeon is more than 60%, don't you know? The Specter who will target the illegal anchor is gone in the special route."

"???"

[Some of the above user remarks involve spoilers and will only be open to the audience]

At this moment, Su Cheng heard footsteps coming from the stairwell behind him.

Heavy, sluggish, and with an uncomfortably weird rubbing noise.

Something is stepping up the stairs.

He turned his head in horror and looked in the direction of the sound.

The huge shadows that don't look like humans are twisted into weird shapes, cast by dim lights on the walls of the corridor, and the edges of the outlines wriggle, as if some unstable existence is slowly changing shape.

A strong sense of danger struck.

Su Cheng turned his head and ran wildly.

He heard the woman's "hee hee" weird smile from behind: "I heard it, there are students upstairs who are still wandering in the corridor after turning off the lights..."

The hissing in the woman's voice became clearer, and the heavy malice and pleasure seemed to come through the darkness.

"It's really bad."

The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, accompanied by a low humming sound, gradually approaching like a life-threatening magic sound.

Su Cheng broke into a cold sweat and ran forward with all his strength—

Second floor, third floor...

However, I don't know if it was an illusion, no matter how fast he ran, the humming sound followed him like a shadow, approaching step by step unstoppable.

As if an invisible rope was strangling his neck, it tightened mercilessly.

Just when Su Cheng was almost in despair, suddenly, in the darkness on the side, a hand stretched out without warning and yanked him towards him!

Varied……? !

Su Cheng was shocked.

An icy palm covered his mouth, forcibly blocking all the voices back.

In the darkness, his eyes were as bright as stars.

The handsome young man came close, raised a finger to his lips, and made a "shush" gesture.

This... this person seems a little familiar?

Su Cheng leaned against the wall in shock, nodding slightly, indicating that he would not make a sound.

Wen Jianyan let go of her hand and quietly approached the door.

He carefully pushed open a gap with his fingertips and looked out cautiously.

The hallway was pitch black.

A faint light source flickered in the distance, barely reflecting a large shadow that was slowly moving forward.

The old witch's figure nearly doubled from before.

Her head was pressed against the ceiling, and the wet blue-gray skin seemed to be swollen, stretched to the extreme, as if it would burst open in the next second, and some places that were not covered by the fabric had already cracked several times, and the water The beads fell ticking, leaving a long string of wet marks on the ground.

The dark eyes looked out from the slits in the skin, rolling maliciously.

Before one of the eyes looked over, Wen Jianyan quickly sewed the door shut, blocking the other's sight.

The palm of his hand was silently attached to the cold door, and he could almost feel the heavy vibration caused by the footsteps outside.

Really are……

It has nothing to do with "human likeness" at all.

As the target of the opponent's hatred, Wen Jianyan's eyelids jumped up unknowingly.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the sound of footsteps hovering at the door gradually moved away until it disappeared.

Wen Jianyan breathed a sigh of relief.

After the biggest threat temporarily left, his mind quickly turned.

The most important thing next is to complete the task of finding the face. If Xu Yuan's face is not found before the specified time limit, he doesn't know what will happen, and he doesn't want to bet on this possibility.

However, the current situation is not good for him.

Whether it was the alienated NPC who concentrated his hatred entirely on him, or the group of senior streamers who wanted to find him, get props from him, and then sell him to NPCs to save his life, they all pushed him to the top of the storm. Make the wrong move and you will be doomed.

It is very unwise to act alone at this time.

Wen Jianyan turned to look at the anchor behind him who had just been rescued by him, and narrowed her eyes thoughtfully.

He had watched the episode that happened in the cafeteria before. At that time, the anchor attracted his attention.

is a newcomer.

No experience, but certain observational and analytical skills.

Be calm and don't yell.

What's more, since he's wandering the hallways now, he must be trying to complete the newly released main quest.

——Either there is an ambition and desire to seize greater interests, or it is forced by the situation and has to take risks.

Either way, there are opportunities.

A smile swept across Wen Jianyan's lips, as if a breeze was blowing, causing a fleeting ripple.

For some reason, Su Cheng suddenly shivered.

?

what happened?

Obviously the NPC outside should have left.

He rubbed his nose in confusion.

At this moment, the young man standing by the door turned around and walked over step by step.

As the distance got closer, Su Cheng couldn't help but slightly widened his eyes.

The other party's glasses had already been taken off, and the soft and green bookish air was swept away, losing the blocking of the lenses, and a pair of light-colored eyes appeared sharp and clear.

At this moment, those eyes were looking over in an instant, giving a sense of frank sincerity inexplicably.

Su Cheng stammered:

"You, you are..."

The young man in front of him had a pine-like back and looked straight at him seriously and solemnly.

He took out a wallet the size of a palm from his jacket pocket, and shook it open in front of the other party's eyes to show it, with a calm sense of authority in his voice:

"Xu Wen, police number 598405."

"...?!"

Su Cheng was stunned.

In the darkness, the certificate in the young man's hand flashed by.

After being stunned for two seconds, Su Chengzai finally recovered.

The other party didn't seem to notice his reaction, and was frowning and stuffing the wallet back into his pocket, and continued:

"In the past five years, the number of deaths and disappearances in Decai Middle School has been abnormally high, but all the investigations related to this have finally come to nothing, as if something is obstructing the investigation, but this time I am not bringing The mission is here, I..."

The young man paused and took a deep breath:

"I'm here to find my sister."

"Sister...?" Su Cheng's eyes widened slightly.

"Xu Yuan, she disappeared at Decai Middle School three months ago."

The young man lowered his eyes, covering up the pain that flashed in his eyes: "All my efforts were in vain, so I had to hide my identity and sneak into the school to find out, and the result—"

He glanced at the closed door and said with a lingering fear:

"Just now... what was that just now?"

——A perverted live broadcast room made a nasty and interesting product to torture them.

But of course Su Cheng wouldn't say that to the NPC in front of him.

He just shook his head: "I... I don't know either."

However, since the old witch was mentioned, Su Cheng naturally remembered something, he pondered for a while, and asked euphemistically: "By the way, Teacher Yang said downstairs before that she seemed to have lost something? Could it be... "

Originally, he was already prepared that the other party was not going to tell anything, but what he didn't expect was that Wen Jianyan nodded calmly and answered frankly, "Yes, it's me."

He took an old key out of his pocket:

"That's the only clue I have now."

Su Cheng: "!!!"

Judging from his years of experience in deciphering games, whether it is the background story displayed by the opponent or the special props he holds in his hands, it is definitely a key NPC talent!

"I'll help you!" he volunteered.

The young man was surprised: "No."

He frowned and categorically refused: "This kind of thing is too dangerous. It's not something you middle school students can touch. I can't bring you into danger."

"You saw the monster just now. Do you think this kind of thing would happen in the normal world? If you were alone, you would never find your sister."

Su Cheng said seriously.

The young man who called himself Xu Wen's eyes flashed slightly, and there was a hint of hesitation on his face.

Seeing that the other party was shaking, Su Cheng hurriedly stepped forward, racked his brains, and tried his best to promote himself:

"Since I have reached this point, there is no need for me to hide anything. In fact, I am not a student in this school. I have channels to get all kinds of supernatural props. If it is really a last resort, please believe I, I... I will be very useful to you."

He knew that with emotion and reason, and tried to convince the other party:

"You must have violated your superior's order by coming here this time, right? Your relationship must be very good. You must hope she finds it safely, right?"

The air fell silent.

Su Cheng waited timidly.

Finally, I don't know how long it took, the young man seemed to have finally compromised, he slowly let out a sigh of relief, and said reluctantly:

"...Wait, no matter what happens, be sure to follow my instructions."

"!"

Su Cheng's eyes lit up, fearing that the other party would go back and say, "No problem!"

In the live broadcast room No. 789326qwk.

"...I haven't seen such a rush to sell themselves for a long time (."

"Didn't you find out, the anchor has been using words to guide the anchor on the opposite side from the very beginning, whether it's about his identity or anything else, it's all about hiding three points and seven points, even the props he got from the old witch. They were all prevaricated by him, and they were even led to the next place without leaving a trace... cow."

"That's right, in order to form a team with this fake NPC, the anchor not only has to obey his instructions unconditionally, but also prepares to repost the props of the system store.

"Grass, have mercy."

"It's so miserable that the anchor is in a trance."

"Hahahahahaha I can't live to laugh, the victim +1"

Wen Jianyan smiled briefly.

Placing the victim in a precarious state of mind and manipulating it through outside danger and coercion is a common formula for fraud.

The live broadcast room itself has helped him complete the most difficult step.

It uses the countdown to death and the threat of ghosts to create a dangerous slaughterhouse that makes everyone in it nervous and nervous.

All people who are under such unstable emotions, theoretically speaking, will become easily credulous to authority and become the easiest target to conquer.

Just like just now.

The dimly lit environment, the once-recognized NPC identity, and the other party's inertial thinking about "game clues", as long as they make a little use, they can easily make the other party follow their own script.

Su Cheng: "Then... where are we going next?"

Wen Jianyan: "Go to the teaching building."

The locker number on Xu Yuan's note must be an important clue.

He raised his eyes, patted the other person's shoulder lightly, and said slowly, "I'll go to the corridor to check the situation."

——Increase physical contact and guide a subconscious trust.

——Proactively provide help, so that the other party is accustomed to relying on himself as the stronger party.

These small tricks have long been familiar to Wen Jianyan, and they have become an instinctive habit.

Su Cheng's expression relaxed obviously, he nodded: "Okay."

Wen Jianyan opened the door and walked out of the corridor lightly.

The figure of the other party disappeared into the darkness, Su Cheng let out a sigh of relief and leaned against the wall.

He opened his own live room.

Su Cheng's eyes widened slightly when he saw the number of people online.

There were only a few hundred figures just now. I don’t know when it started to skyrocket, and now it’s approaching one thousand!

"This, so many people? Thank you for your support." He said somewhat flattered.

Unexpectedly, although the number of online users has doubled, but the barrage is sporadic, and only some content that is not related to the plot flutters on the homepage.

Su Cheng didn't notice this.

He took a deep breath and solemnly analyzed: "I think, I may now have access to the deep world view in this dungeon. The story line of that brother just now is very important..."

The barrage is full of gloating "hahaha".

"Hahahaha, please, stop analyzing, I can't bear to watch it anymore..."

"It's really important to hear it. If you ignore this story line, it will be made up from the opposite side... Hahahahaha!"

There are also people who hate that iron is not steel:

"Grass, there's a liar on the other side! Anchor, please stay awake, don't make you lame!"

[Some of the above user remarks involve the anchors in the same hall and will only be open to the audience]

Su Cheng didn't know anything about these barrages.

After earnestly analyzing a wave of possible plot trends now, I found that my live broadcast room was more popular, I couldn't help being more flattered, and I was more convinced that my guess was correct.

At this moment, Wen Jianyan leaned back quietly and made a gesture to him:

"It's safe outside, let's go."

The young man's figure is slender and tall, his eyes are clear, and his expression is calm and cautious, giving him a strong sense of security.

Su Cheng looked at the other party's back, turned his head to face his own live broadcast room, and said with true emotion:

"This NPC is such a nice guy."

Barrage:"………………"

This is not just flickering lame, you have been sold and paid back to the number of people!