Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 10

chapter Ten

Wen Jianyan felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing him not moving for a long time, Su Cheng asked nervously.

Wen Jianyan collected himself, and replied in a voice that did not fluctuate as much as possible: "...it's nothing."

No matter what, you still have to get in.

He took a deep breath and pressed down on the doorknob with force, only to hear a crisp "click", the door lock was unscrewed and slid inward along the force.

It was pitch black inside the door.

Thick shadows flowed irregularly, shrouding everything in unknown darkness.

The light in the corridor poured in through the opening of the door, barely dispelling the shadows and illuminating a corner of the room.

Very close to the door, there was a dark figure standing steadily.

Wen Jianyan was startled.

He took a few steps back, away from the door.

Su Cheng let out a trembling cry from his throat, and then was pushed back violently. He stumbled back and almost tripped himself.

The door panel, which lost control, made a "creaking" sound, and slowly opened inward.

With the light in the corridor, more figures can be seen standing in the room.

Either high or low, far or near, motionless, silently standing in the shadows, as if they have already merged with the darkness, looking at it suddenly, one can't help but feel scalp numb.

Su Cheng heard his teeth chattering, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, his body tensed up, and he was ready to run away immediately.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the person beside him suddenly moving.

Su Cheng's heart touched his throat:

"Don't-"

As if the young man didn't hear it, he didn't look back, but took a step forward and walked straight forward.

His footsteps were very light, and he couldn't hear the slightest sound when he landed on the ground. His slender figure was tightly bowed, like some kind of feline animal ready to go.

He walked forward cautiously, getting closer to the room step by step.

Not far away, in the blurred boundary of light and shadow, those figures stood silently in the depths of the room, one by one silhouettes overlapped with shadows, dark, like faces peeping out, watching them silently , patiently waiting for the prey to fall into the trap.

Su Cheng's brain was so nervous that it seemed to explode, he held his breath subconsciously, and looked at the scene in front of him with trepidation.

Soon, Wen Jianyan walked to the door.

He didn't step into the room rashly, but put one side of his arm against the wall, ensuring that most of his body remained outside the room, and then stretched out a hand into the darkness, groping on the wall inside the room—

Su Cheng heard himself gasp.

"Slap".

There was a soft sound.

The lights turned on, dispelling the heavy darkness and instantly illuminating the entire room.

Under the light, everything is invisible.

There are no tables and chairs in the huge classroom, and there are several easels in a mess. The plaster statues in different poses stand in different corners of the classroom, quietly and motionless.

Su Cheng was taken aback.

It turns out... those shadows are plaster statues?

The terrifying shadows gradually approaching on the first three floors, and the fourth floor was too empty. Under the hint of such an atmosphere, he didn't think in a harmless direction at all.

The sudden impact of the facts made him a little dazed, as if his breath was hanging on his chest and he couldn't get it off.

Wen Jianyan let out a breath slowly.

His palm was wet and sticky.

Just now, at the moment when his body turned around to escape, his brain was habitually thinking rationally and clearly.

If this room is opened to kill, then this so-called "hidden object opening task" is impossible to complete. In addition, from some details in Xu Yuan's diary, it can be seen that she is an art student studying fine arts.

Wen Jianyan had a vague guess about the dark shadow in the room, so he acted decisively.

Su Cheng regained his composure.

He stepped forward, raised his hand and patted Wen Jianyan half in amazement and half with emotion:

"... a cow!"

In such a weird atmosphere just now, he was able to observe calmly and make accurate judgments. He deserves to be a trained professional.

Wen Jianyan almost staggered when he was photographed, his expression almost tensed.

Although he guessed that there should be no serious danger in the room, it doesn't mean he isn't afraid!

It's still a little weak.

Fortunately, he was still holding on to the wall, so he didn't reveal his true cowardice.

With a sullen face, Wen Jianyan said inscrutablely, "Go in and have a look."

Su Cheng nodded.

The lights in the room were turned on, and every corner was clearly visible, and the previous fear finally dissipated.

He took the lead in walking inward.

Su Cheng, who was walking forward, didn't see that behind him, a young man with a serious face just now supported the wall, turned his left foot and right foot upside down, and secretly moved his numb legs. Only then did he follow up.

"Brother Wen, what is the number of the locker you are looking for?"

Su Cheng stood in front of a row of lockers at the end of the room and asked in a raised voice.

"368."

Wen Jianyan replied.

Su Cheng quickly glanced around the locker in front of him, his eyes lit up, and he pointed to the corner of the room: "Here!"

At this moment, Wen Jianyan has completely recovered her previous expressionless and indifferent appearance.

He walked forward in the direction Su Cheng pointed, stood still in front of the cabinet, and took out the key from his pocket.

The rusted key slipped into the keyhole tightly, and with a soft "click", the cabinet door popped open.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath slowly and opened the door of the locker.

A strange smell of blood came over his face, causing him to turn his face slightly sideways, subconsciously holding his breath.

Wen Jianyan got used to the smell and looked into the cabinet.

The inside surface of the cabinet was covered with rough black and red lines, which looked eerie and weird under the light from behind.

In the cabinet, the white bone products were wound into a circle, like some kind of weird altar, and in the center of the circle lay a pile of soft and trampled furry things, with brown blood scabs on the brown fur, and the smell of rancidity The **** smell escaped from here.

It was a raw cat skin.

Wen Jianyan's scalp felt numb.

"Good guy, this is Xu Yuan's cabinet?! The things inside are too evil."

"Impossible. It must be the cabinet of the person who took over Xu Yuan's identity. Look at the cat's skin, it must have been peeled off by that person."

"Wait, didn't I remember that Xu Yuan said in that diary that she heard a ticking sound coming from the bedside? Could it be because the person who pretended to be her was holding a skinned cat, and all she heard was the sound of blood dripping?"

"...my hairs are growing and I'm starting to get irritated."

"Speaking of which, I just spent points to exchange for a plot reminder. This story line happened the earliest in the entire school, and it is also related to S-level hidden objects. It is estimated that this line may involve the core of the entire dungeon. gone."

"Fuck! He shouldn't be able to unlock 100% of the first copy!"

"Ahhhhh anchor nb!"

At this moment, Wen Jianyan's eyes were attracted by a corner deep in the cabinet.

It was a small crumpled black leather book, very thin, and the pages at the edge were rolled up, revealing the inside stained with brown blood.

Wen Jianyan reached in and took out the notebook, and began to flip through it quickly.

Su Cheng stood aside, covering his nose with one hand to block the stench.

Strong curiosity drove him to step forward, and looked into the cabinet with his head.

However, before he saw anything, there seemed to be something moving slightly in the background from the corner of his eye.

Su Cheng jumped up like a frightened bird, and turned his head to look behind him.

The room was very quiet.

Bright lights streamed from overhead, illuminating dried paint on the floor, easels covered in white cloth, and motionless plaster figures.

There is no shadow, no place to hide, everything is visible.

All I could hear was the sound of pages turning from Wen Jianyan's side.

However, inexplicably, Su Cheng felt his nerves gradually tense up, and cold sweat leaked from his palms, and his sense of crisis was no less than when he was in the corridor just now.

No, even stronger.

He forced himself to scan the empty classroom in front of him.

etc…

Those plaster statues, were they in this position just now?

Those plaster statues facing different directions, I don't know when it started...

Qi Qi faced this side.

The cold light fell from the top of the head and fell on the facial features of the plaster statue, casting a deep shadow on it. Pale faces and pairs of eye sockets without pupils silently looked in this direction.

Although they were still motionless, Su Cheng no longer dared to treat them as harmless decorations.

He swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and opened his mouth: "I, I said..."

Su Cheng was taken aback by his hoarse and outrageous voice.

Wen Jianyan lowered her head and read the little book in her hand seriously.

The more he looked, the more he frowned. He turned the page with one hand, and carefully moved the circular animal bones in the cabinet with the other hand, so focused that he didn't hear Su Cheng's call at all.

Su Cheng said in a slightly distorted voice: "Should we go?"

Wen Jianyan paused and pulled out of the state of concentration.

At this moment, there was a sudden and clear sound behind the ear - "tick."

He was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

I saw that a lot of blood began to ooze from under the cat's skin at some point, and the red and smelly blood slowly overflowed from the bone area and dripped down the edge of the cabinet—

"tick".

It appears that the altar was successfully destroyed.

Although everything is going smoothly according to his idea, but...

Looking at the blood dripping on the ground, Wen Jianyan still couldn't help feeling a little shuddering.

Whether what you did was right or wrong can only be judged later.

At this time, Su Cheng's changed voice came again: "That—"

Wen Jianyan turned his head to look.

In the next second, he almost forgot to breathe, and his back felt numb.

Looking around, plaster statues stood motionless in the room, all blocking the route leading to the outside. Pale faces looked straight in this direction, and the door was clearly close at hand. It looks so far away.

Are there so many plaster statues just now?

"Crack..."

There was a slight cracking sound of stones.

The face of the plaster statue was cracked with thin lines, as if something was trying to break free from below.

"Crack..."

The snow-white plaster debris fell down, and the arm of the plaster statue was raised little by little, the cracks at the joints were getting bigger and bigger, and it stretched out its hand towards the two people—

Su Cheng's face was pale, and he raised his legs and was about to rush out with his head buried.

A strong force came from behind, pulling him back: "Wait!"

Su Cheng was stunned, and subconsciously looked towards the place where he was just about to land—the ground turned soft gray-white at some point, and there was something faintly agitating beneath it.

Like melted plaster.

Seeing Su Cheng retreating, the face of the plaster statue showed a look of disappointment for some reason.

Su Cheng felt cold all over.

He now knows what is sealed in the plaster statue.

Once stepped on, he will be dragged in and become a member of this group of casts.

The plaster statue moved more and more, and the finely divided plaster powder fell, and as soon as it hit the ground, it would immediately dye that small area into a soft and strange off-white.

The ground deformed and squirmed, and more plaster statues crawled out from under the ground.

More and more, more and more.

There was a sigh in the bullet screen, and the atmosphere of enthusiasm and frenzy before suddenly changed, leaving only the voice of shouting.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's over."

"This wave is going to be wiped out."

"Oh, it's a pity, although there were players who came to this classroom before, he was the first one to get the S-level item mission of this dungeon.

"Isn't it? When the next anchor who finds clues appears, I don't know what year and month it will be."

"Come on, don't feel sorry for the front, if it wasn't for the fact that the anchor spent too long checking the cabinets just now, this group of casts has grown so much that there is almost nowhere to set foot on the ground, otherwise how could the group be wiped out? "

"That's right, this anchor passed the first few levels by luck, so he really thinks he is some awesome character? I have already seen that this kind of flamboyant anchor always wants to go out of the ordinary way. Basically, they don't live very long.”

Wen Jianyan was ignorant of the change in the barrage's attitude.

He stared at the gray swamp that was about to spread on the ground, with a thoughtful look on his face.

Without warning, he moved, but not in the direction of the front door that was about to be blocked.

The young man stretched his long legs, turned around and rushed towards the back door of the classroom—

One of the plaster statues noticed his movement, and raised its arm more agilely than before. More lines were cracked on its joints, and its pale five fingers suddenly stretched out towards Wen Jianyan's back!

Before it touches Wen Jianyan—

"Snapped!"

The lights in the room suddenly went out.

The light source disappeared, leaving only a thick darkness in front of my eyes.

Su Cheng stood helplessly in the darkness, he couldn't hear or see anything, he had nothing to defend himself, and he had no way to escape. He could only pant in despair and helplessly, waiting for death quietly. Advent.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

The darkness is as thick as a liquid, like a black cloth covering the eyes, only the sound of his own chaotic heartbeat can be heard in the ears, other than that, there is a dead silence.

Su Cheng noticed something was wrong.

The "click" sound that the group of plaster statues made when they were moving also disappeared, as if they lost power the moment the light was lost.

Thinking of this, Su Cheng boldly raised his voice a little:

"Little brother Wen? Are you over there?"

In the distance, a muffled "hmm" came from the other end of the classroom.

"The plaster statue moves, relying on the light source?"

Su Cheng guessed.

"...It looks like it should be." Wen Jianyan leaned against the back door and let out a breath slowly.

The barrage that was predicting Wen Jianyan's death just now fell silent.

After a few seconds, several puzzled barrages slowly drifted past:

"...I don't understand, how did the anchor find out?"

"Do you need to turn on the light when you enter the door? Are there too few clues?"

"Did he use some props just now? I don't believe that a human being can deduce this through normal means!"

Wen Jianyan opened his anchor panel.

Uncommonly, he didn't go directly to look at the barrage this time, but opened his backpack.

Just at the critical moment of life and death, a voice rang in Wen Jianyan's ear: "The function of the novice gift package has taken effect."

The moment the voice fell, his vision suddenly lit up for a moment.

In the next second, a line of translucent small characters appeared above the head of the nearest plaster statue in front of him: [A plaster statue made of corpses and resentment, activation method: light]

On the semi-transparent virtual screen, the apple seedling had already shot up high at some point.

The moment it appeared, a pure white apple blossom fell from the top and disappeared completely before landing.

[The first stage of growth has been achieved]

[Flower of Destroying Illusion - 1 Remaining Quantity: 0]

Sorry, live broadcast room, I blamed you wrongly.

The novice gift bag you sent is still useful, I swear, I will never call it a junk thing again.

Wen Jianyan thought very sincerely.

But... Although the plaster statue is temporarily unable to move, it does not mean that the crisis is over.

He'd tried it just now, and the back door wouldn't open from the inside, the only way out was the front door.

Avoiding plaster statues and swamps on the ground is already extremely difficult in the light, and it is almost impossible to do in the dark.

Obviously, Su Cheng also thought of this.

He raised his voice tremblingly: "That... Brother Wen, what shall we do next?"

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Well, that's a good question, and I'd love to know the answer to it too.

At this moment, he suddenly felt something wet rubbing against his ankle, cold and sticky, which made Wen Jianyan's skin goosebumps instantly.

He shivered and stiffened.

"…Meow."

A thin cat meow came from under my feet.

Wen Jianyan was stunned.

"...Xiaoju?" He tentatively opened his mouth and called.

The wet, bloody, furless little thing rubbed more enthusiastically:

"Meow meow!"

It bit Wen Jianyan's trousers and dragged him in a certain direction.

Wen Jianyan instantly blesses her heart.

In front of his eyes was the darkness that could not be seen, as if he was struggling to stick his head out in a suffocating swamp.

He moved his steps cautiously, following the tiny force at his feet, step by step, moving forward cautiously.

His toe hit something hard and there was a soft "bang".

It doesn't look like plaster, but it looks like some kind of wooden frame.

"Meow meow."

The little things at the feet urged.

Wen Jianyan paused, then slowly raised her hand, reaching into the darkness in front of her.

Fingertips touched the rough, soft cloth.

Appears to be... an easel?

Wen Jianyan had a premonition in his heart.

He grabbed a corner of the canvas.

The next second, there was a ferocious and ear-piercing scream from behind. The intense venom and evil caused the temperature of the air to plummet, like invisible thorns piercing his back—

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth, exerted force with her hands, and slammed the white cloth covering the easel off!

The sharp screams, as if scratching the glass with fingernails, soared again, accompanied by the explosion of hard objects and the fierce sound of stones falling to the ground!

I don't know how long it has been.

Hearing only two sounds of "Zi Zi", the lights above his head flickered twice, and then slowly recovered.

This time, it was no longer bright and dazzling at first, but like the third floor downstairs, dim and pale, flickering due to unstable current.

The room was empty, all the plaster statues had exploded into pieces all over the floor, and white dust with a **** smell was floating in the air.

Wen Jianyan lowered her head and looked at the canvas in front of her.

There is a young girl painted on the canvas, delicate and fair, with dark shoulder-length hair and clear eyes, smiling shyly with her lips pursed at the moment.

He reached out and touched the canvas.

Soft, delicate, with a kind of uncomfortable strange touch.

Like human skin.

【Ding! Congratulations to the anchor for finding Xu Yuan's face! Bonus points: 5000! 】

[Hidden Object (Epic) Mission Update: Return Xu Yuan's face to its original owner. 】

[Main task: Leave the dormitory after lights out and explore the campus.

Completion: 100% Bonus points: 5000]

[Dungeon Exploration Degree: 71% Bonus Points: 5000]

The second after this number appeared, a burst of elegant and melodious music rang in Wen Jianyan's ears, pulling him out of his thoughts abruptly.

He raised his head blankly: "?"

what's the situation?

Why did the piano music suddenly start playing?

"Congratulations to the anchor of 789326qwk! You will soon be able to break the exploration record of the dungeon [Decai Middle School]!"

The mechanical voice changed from normal and announced beamingly:

"You are about to make history!"

At this moment, outside the square, in the dungeon hall of [Decai Middle School], one of the live broadcast rooms suddenly popped up, jumped from the spot in the hall, and jumped directly to the end of the special recommended single list.

This position seems inconspicuous, but it made the audience who have been paying attention to this list stunned at the same time.

In this special list, dungeons are never recommended, and only the anchors with the most outstanding performance in the dungeon, and even the most likely to break the internal record of the dungeon, are selected, and they are removed from the dungeon hall and placed on the entire live broadcast plaza.

The audience became interested and stepped forward to watch, but they were dumbfounded when they saw the name of the live broadcast room.

...789326qwk?

What kind of bad name is this?

Or…

The gathered audience thought of a possibility at the same time, and were immediately dumbfounded.

Wait, is this host who was selected by the system and is likely to break the record, or a newcomer who hasn't had time to change the name of the live broadcast room? !

Chapter end