Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 149

Chapter 149

The man's tows are behind his head, the gray eyeballs are hidden under the same color eyelashes, shining elegantly under the light, his facial features are three-dimensional and profound, polite and indifferent, like classical marble sculpture.

Ling couldn't imagine that those words just now came from his mouth.

[Integrity First] The live broadcast room also fell into a blank for a short time.

"This, this, is this the meaning of understanding?!"

"Number 04 you??? What do you want to do!!"

"Isn't it?? I've read the copy of Ping'an Sanatorium many times. I didn't realize that No. 04 still has this habit?!"

"I can't understand it, but I'm shocked..."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

His eyebrows twitched, he gritted his teeth, and showed a smile, "However, after taking a closer look just now, I found that these clothes are actually aesthetically pleasing."

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I heard the sound of the anchor grinding his teeth and died laughing!"

"You can bend and stretch, as expected of you!"

",, only one is getting excited!! Could it be that we can finally see what this paying viewer should see next! [Reward points 50]"

"Thank you No. 04! [Reward points 50]"

"Do you like it? What a pleasure."

After hearing Wen Jianyan's answer, No. 04 showed a happy expression on his face.

He stepped forward step by step.

Wen Jianyan's body tensed up instinctively, and his eyes were fixed on the approaching high-risk patients.

Hurry up, the distance between them is only a short distance away, and Wen Jianyan can almost smell the cold, slightly bitter fragrance from the other party.

The man picked up the young man's hand that was hanging at the side, and gently kissed him on the back:

"In that case, I won't bother you to change your clothes."

He raised his eyes from bottom to top, stared at the young man in front of him with those foggy gray eyes, and said with a smile:

"Waiting for you in the restaurant."

After speaking, like a male partner waiting politely for the next appointment, No. 04 let go, and turned to walk outside Shi Shi.

With a soft "da", the door was locked.

Number 04 leaves the room.

After being alone in the room, Wen Jianyan couldn't help but relax, and gradually relaxed.

He lowered his eyes, showing a thoughtful expression.

It seems that Edward is not the only high-risk patient who invaded No. 03's spiritual world, and 04 also took advantage of it, and that's why the current situation was caused.

Speaking of which... this time in the other world, the duration is a bit too long.

Wen Jianyan opened the live broadcast interface, glanced at the live broadcast room displayed on it, and frowned slightly.

After the first bell rang, the inner world lasted for about ten minutes. After the second bell rang, the existence time of the inner world was almost the same as the first time, and by the second bell rang, that is, now, more than four hours had passed. Ten minutes, and there is no sign of the end.

Could it be that, with the progress of dungeons, the maintenance time of the other world will increase?

That's really not good.

After realizing this, Wen Jianyan became more determined in her mind.

If you want to survive in this dungeon, there is no other way than trying to get through the platinum achievement.

Wen Jianyan glanced at the taskbar at the edge of his sight.

[Primary task has been issued: found? ? ? ward]

He didn't take another look at the open wardrobe, but walked straight to the closed door, tentatively stretched and twisted the doorknob.

With a creak, the door opened.

It was not locked.

Well, there is only one "possibility" here-the other party doesn't mind if he runs away.

Either because he has enough control over his spiritual world, he thinks he can't leave no matter where he goes, or the other party has other arrangements for this.

Neither is a good thing.

Wen Jianyan opened his backpack and sorted out the props he had now.

He is not the one who will be obedient, obey orders, and wait to die - the option of changing clothes and going on a "date" with the other party is actually more secure, but before making this choice, Wen Jianyan must "find out" what is next for him possible situation.

He unscrewed the door and slipped out without a sound.

The corridor in front of me is thin and bright, the floor is also covered with thick carpets, the side walls are pasted with patterned classical wallpaper, and the wall lamps are lit, extending into the distance.

Melodious music wafted in the air.

Light and ethereal.

Wen Jianyan didn't have a deep study of classical music, at most he only dabbled roughly, at most he could barely recognize it, it seemed to be a Schubert variation.

He walked cautiously down the corridor.

It looked completely irrelevant to the Ping An Nursing Home, but more like an old mansion. The doors in the corridor were closed and extended into the distance.

Wen Jianyan saw the round staircase winding downwards, and the gradually clear music came from below.

He circumvented the stairs cautiously, and after confirming that No. 04 was not on this floor, he activated [Guide]—if his previous guess was correct, then there should be a hidden item in No. 04's ward, In other words, as long as you use [Guide] to find the hidden props, then it is equivalent to finding the core area in the entire spiritual world—the patient's ward.

The familiar red arrow jumped in sight.

Wen Jianyan followed the guidance of the guide and walked forward.

Different from what he imagined, the terrain on this floor is actually quite complicated, like a spider's web, but no matter where he goes, the music always seems to hover in his ears, as if to remind him, "You're never far away".

Quick, the red arrow points to one of the closed doors.

Wen Jianyan tried to press the doorknob.

is locked.

A smile flitted across his lips.

Yes, a locked door.

This means that the Lord of the spiritual world does not want the things inside the door to be seen by others.

Wen Jianyan took out the iron wire familiarly, and turned it lightly in the keyhole. Quickly, with a "click", the door slid inward little by little.

Unexpectedly, what appeared in front of my eyes was actually a corridor.

The corridor is not counted, and there are many rooms on the side.

The door was closed behind, blocking the melodious music.

Wen Jianyan was a little uncomfortable with the sudden silence. He took a deep breath and walked forward.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Help, help, I'm so nervous!"

"Come to an experienced person to introduce! I really don't understand this number 04!"

"To tell you the truth, although I have watched so many live broadcasts of the Ping An Sanatorium, I don't know much about No. 04... This guy is usually too quiet, and he is super home. Not only have I never seen him thrown into the confinement room, I haven't even seen him apply for free activities, and this is the first time I've seen his spiritual world!”

"Fuck, was this guy so quiet before? I was shocked. I thought that such a heavyweight pervert should be active, but I didn't expect it to be the one that lives reclusively?"

Wen Jianyan pushed open the first room on the left.

The room was empty, with no cabinets, no beds, nothing.

There was only one easel, quietly placed in the middle of the room.

Wen Jianyan had a very ominous premonition in his heart.

He stepped forward, stopped in front of the easel, and looked up at the canvas.

The bright light illuminated every detail of the painting.

It is an oil painting.

Whether it is oil paint, light and shadow, or composition, there is an astonishing classical beauty, and the brushstrokes are skillful and delicate, carefully outlining a terrifying scene that makes people uncomfortable.

The slender and white limbs are like carefully cut branches, inserted high and low in a small vase, and the head of the young man with his eyes closed is like a beautiful flower, placed in the **** palm.

The blood color faded from his face, his pale lips parted slightly, his lifeless eyelashes drooped, blocking the dim amber eyes below.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

He stared at his own face inside the canvas and felt goosebumps run up his spine.

He stepped back slowly and quickly left the room.

Inside the first door.

It was still an empty room with a lonely easel in the middle.

Different from the fresh, almost still-life-like painting in the previous one, the "color" used in this painting is more intense, consisting of large swaths of black and red.

The limbs of the young man are in the air, and the limbs are crucified on the cross. In the red and black background, under the torn cloth, there is a clean and pale skin color, like the only one in the dirty world, weak Light.

He was hanging in the air like a martyr, and blood dripped down, dripping into a river of blood.

first room...

fourth room...

In each room, the contents of the canvases are all different, and some of them can even see the foundations of some famous classical art paintings and statues——From the details of poses and compositions, Wen Jianyan recognized Jie Ravaging Proserpina, Cronus the cannibal...

It was he who plundered Proserpina, and it was he who was bitten to the chest by Cronus.

On the basis of these paintings, this No. 04 successfully upgraded these paintings to a scale and bottom that made him feel uncomfortable.

Wen Jianyan stared at the painting in front of him.

On the canvas, the snake-like limbs intertwined with each other present a frightening tension.

His eyes fell on the torn skirt, and he couldn't help being slightly startled.

This dress...seems familiar.

Wen Jianyan moved closer and looked at it carefully.

He quickly realized that there was an identical dress in the wardrobe opened by No. 04.

It just hasn't been ripped apart yet.

After discovering this, Wen Jianyan felt a chill rise from behind.

...fucking, this pervert.

"Ah, here you are."

Right here, a familiar cold voice came from behind.

Wen Jianyan's body was startled, he jumped up suddenly, and turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

I saw No. 04 standing at the door, well-dressed and elegant. With his pair of gray eyes, he scanned Wen Jianyan from top to bottom, from head to toe, and then said:

"You don't look like you're wearing any clothes that are meant for you."

The corners of Wen Jianyan's lips twitched, "Let's guess, each painting corresponds to a piece of clothing, which one you wear is equivalent to choosing which way to die, right?"

No. 04 nodded frankly: "Yes."

He walked in through the door step by step, slowly closing the distance between them.

The young man's body tensed up instinctively, a pair of amber eyes flickered vigilantly and alertly in the darkness, like a cat that was always ready to escape.

No. 04 stopped in front of the easel, lifted it up, and touched the concave and convex lines on the canvas with his fingertips.

Wen Jianyan quickly glanced at the content on the canvas, and he realized that the other party's finger was resting on "my" thigh in the painting.

04 The eyes are downcast, the expression is affectionate, and the movements of the fingertips are gentle and delicate, forming a sharp contrast with the almost cruel painting on the canvas.

Wen Jianyan felt a chill down his spine, and almost had the illusion that he was really being touched.

The confrontation with No. 04 was within his expectation, and all the props had been secretly prepared—he still had several trump card props that he hadn't used. Given the premise that he had already anticipated the situation at hand, it shouldn't be too much for him to take off. what is the problem.

However, he forced himself not to react.

First of all, the machine has not arrived.

Secondly...

As a liar, Wen Jianyan has a keen sense of smell.

Compared with several other high-risk patients who can't communicate at all, this No. 04 is also twisted and crazy, but judging from his actions so far...

This guy has residual value that hasn't been tapped.

"Actually, hesitating."

No. 04 drove slowly, breaking the dead silence.

Wen Jianyan watched him closely, kept a safe distance from the man in front of him vigilantly, and slowly repeated the last word: "Hesitate?"

"die."

No. 04 said suddenly.

"It is the rest that pushes everything to the peak and suddenly falls, and the cruel end that all roads must lead to. It pushes beauty to greatness and eternity, and is the ultimate theme that all philosophies cannot avoid."

"The body of most classes is vulgar, boring, and the same."

He raised his eyes, and in those gray eyes, there seemed to be something dark burning:

"The beauty of humans should be stripped from the same bones and flesh and blood. Only in this way can they become art, free from imprisonment, and be sublimated into an eternal and grand existence that transcends the ordinary."

Number 04's voice vibrated with passion.

He stared at Wen Jianyan, with a bit of confusion in his gray eyes, he changed the subject:

"However, you are different."

Wen Jianyan: "Different?"

"Yes, you are different.

You are suitable for more beautiful, cruel and magnificent paintings, but that is the realm that the best brushes cannot reach. "

No. 04 tightened his fingers, tore the canvas off the easel, and threw it at his feet, showing a disappointed expression.

"Tried many paintings, but none really satisfied me."

Wen Jianyan sensibly did not speak.

"So, I hope to let you choose, so as to end the hesitation."

No. 04 stared at the young man in front of him.

In other words... the reason why the other party let him choose the clothes for the "date" is because he didn't think about how to die and be preserved as a "work of art".

Wen Jianyan squinted her eyes, feeling that she finally got a clue in the chaos.

From the perspective of psychoanalysis, like other patients, this guy is also sadistic, anti-social, and has a strong Narcissus plot, but unlike Edward who killed indiscriminately, No. 04's murder was selective.

"But you didn't make a choice."

No. 04 glanced over Wen Jianyan little by little, as if trying to peel off the clothes on him and penetrate his skin with his eyes, "You didn't wear any clothes selected for you."

The man raised his gray, inorganic eyes:

"In that case, it's time for you to choose another option."

"Since it is only a semi-finished product, it was not included in the first consideration," he said.

No. 04 took out the folded sketch paper from the inside pocket of his clothes, and unhurriedly unfolded it.

Although it was impossible to see what was on the paper from this angle, Wen Jianyan's mind naturally sketched the picture on the paper.

Sharp weapons, vines that feed on blood, white flowers, fierce and violent passion.

"I believe that with your participation, it will be truly complete."

No. 04 raised his eyes and spoke sincerely:

"You must be beautiful when you don't wear anything."

Wen Jianyan's heart subconsciously tensed up, beating violently in his chest.

The fingertips hanging on the side twitched under the extreme tension, but they were firmly held down by a strong will.

stop.

Can't escape yet.

have weaknesses.

Have the opportunity.

Staring at the crazy patient hidden under the elegant skin not far away, Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, and said slowly and carefully:

"But don't you think that your direction is wrong?"

No. 04 raised his eyes, and stared at the young man in front of him inquisitively.

"According to the details observed now, you shouldn't be in such a hurry."

The young man with amber eyes said in a young voice, the corners of his lips raised slightly, his words were sweet and soft, with a little sincere understanding and approval:

"True art can't be compromised, can it?"

"..." Number 04 narrowed his eyes.

The liar took a step forward and took the initiative to walk in the direction of the other party.

Step by step.

The range of security is reduced, intrusive.

It seems that the prey is actively poking its neck into the snare, as if the perfectly camouflaged hunter is approaching his prey.

"I agree with your point of view, death and killing are both art."

"The result of perfunctory and compromise will only be shoddy and inferior finished products, wasting time and energy."

He lifted up, pressed his fingertips on the drawing paper, and slid along the rough edges, with a tender gesture, as tame and soft as the silk wrapped around his fingers:

"All art needs inspiration."

"Remember our agreement?"

"quid proquo"

"You can help me,"

The young man raised his eyes, and under the dense eyelashes, the amber eyes were warm and bold, enveloping the warmth and fragrance of passion.

He leaned slightly closer, and his fingertips had already landed on the paper unconsciously, tracing the entangled limbs gently.

Wen Jianyan's laughing voice is low, with a slightly hoarse ending, rising like a hook:

"In return, to be your muse."

Chapter end