Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 16

Chapter Sixteen

Su Cheng looked dull.

He stood there unable to move, and could only stare stupidly at the young man in front of him who claimed to be a "newcomer anchor".

Wen Jianyan supported the wall with one hand and stood up, bent down to pat the dust off her body, and sighed to herself:

"Ah... this situation is a bit troublesome now."

He really didn't want to go back to the fourth floor at all.

Not only was that mirror staring at his soul, but the two senior anchors whom he had ruthlessly cheated on were still on the fourth floor, not to mention the "Godfather" who made his hair stand on end. Gathering together all the people he least wanted to meet.

In addition, when the plot modification rate was 62%, Wen Jianyan already had a headache, but now it has reached 83% without knowing it! Whether there will be any unexpected things will happen next, no one knows. 33 Novel Network

Originally, the points in his hand were enough to sit back and relax.

However, due to the self-assertion of the apple seedling, all the points in Wen Jianyan's hand were emptied, so he had to reach a deal with Xu Yuan, who worked for the mirror, to complete the task issued by the other party.

And it's still the kind that will die directly if it is not completed.

...so sad!

Wen Jianyan turned to look at Su Cheng who was like a clay puppet, and shook his hand in front of him: "Hey, are you still there?"

Su Cheng was in a trance.

The overworked brain stagnates and becomes a mess, and the whole person is caught in repeated self-doubt.

ah?

What?

what happened?

Could it be that…

Wait, it shouldn't be, or...

While he was wandering, Wen Jianyan leaned over and asked with concern:

"are you OK?"

The handsome face of the young man suddenly magnified in front of his eyes, and the strong visual impact made Su Cheng lean back suddenly.

The sudden weightlessness brought him back to his senses.

After two seconds of blank expression, Su Cheng slowly widened his eyes belatedly:

"you…"

He pointed at the young man in front of him with slightly trembling fingers, and he couldn't form a fluent language for a long time:

"you you you…"

Wen Jianyan put one hand in his pocket, blinked: "Me?"

He seemed to have no self-knowledge, and asked back with 100% sincerity and doubts: "What's wrong with me?"

But Su Cheng won't be fooled this time, he screamed in an out-of-tune voice:

"You... you are the anchor?!"

Wen Jianyan nodded naturally, without any trace of guilt on his face: "That's right, didn't I just say that?"

His attitude was so taken for granted that Su Cheng was tongue-tied and stared blankly at the other party, unable to say anything for a while.

How could there be such shameless people in this world!

"Speaking of which, there should be more items unlocked in the store, right?"

The shameless liar lowered his head and fiddled with his live broadcast interface, sighing from time to time:

"Ah, really, but unfortunately the price is too high."

Su Cheng held down his swollen temple, stumbled, and concluded with some difficulty:

"So...then, that Xu Wen..."

Hearing the other party's voice, Wen Jianyan closed the live broadcast interface, raised his head, and said as a matter of course:

"Yeah, I made it up, and the story line too."

He thought for a while: "However, if you find it troublesome, you can continue to call me Brother Wen."

"By the way, what's your name?"

"...Su Cheng."

"How old are you?"

Su Cheng couldn't keep up with the other party's train of thought, so he replied blankly: "Twenty-five..."

"Oh, it seems that you are older than me." Wen Jianyan approached with a smile:

"It seems that I should call you brother."

His face was already extremely handsome, but now he looked even more cordial and lovable. His voice was intimate, with a magnetic ending that rose slightly, and he called his brother clearly, making it impossible to be wary of him at all.

"Is that so, Brother Su?"

Su Cheng's mind was in chaos.

The other party's previous cold and ruthless, business-like and reliable appearance is still deeply imprinted in his mind, but now he reveals a completely different appearance from before, half evil and half naive and loose, this huge gap in the opposite direction Su Cheng was at a loss, speechless, and completely unsure how to respond.

"You, don't get close to me...!"

Su Cheng tried his best to maintain his bottom line, stammering and trying to bring the topic back on track:

"Then...then your sister...and those stories..."

Wen Jianyan patiently repeated her answer: "Of course it was also made up to suit the character."

He paused, as if he suddenly remembered something:

"Oh, but Xu Yuan is real."

Su Cheng: "Huh?"

I only heard the young man say in an understatement:

"You've seen it just now, the one with disheveled hair and a terrible smile."

Su Cheng: "..."

Grass!

Is that Xu Yuan actually the boss!

Wen Jianyan touched the bridge of his nose and laughed dryly:

"Speaking of it, she seems to be very upset at me pretending to be her brother. I'm afraid I will be hated. I hope that the difficulty of our task will not be increased because of this incident."

Su Cheng: "..."

Are you pretending to be her brother in front of the boss?

You are a true warrior.

Speaking of this, Wen Jianyan thought of something, turned to look at Su Cheng: "By the way, do you still remember our mission?"

-us?

Su Cheng was taken aback.

In the next second, the memory that was selectively forgotten under the strong shock came back to my mind.

"Trigger the ultimate main task of the copy of Decai Middle School."

"The time limit for completion is two hours."

"If the task fails, all survival time and points will be deducted, and the live broadcast room of the anchor will be closed immediately."

The simple translation is: complete the task within two hours, or die.

Su Cheng cracked open.

According to his experience in playing games for so many years, the difficulty of this task is equivalent to asking a brave man who has just left Novice Village to take the initial equipment to single-handedly challenge the devil... This is no longer a cross-level challenge, it is courting death!

Su Chengru was struck by lightning, and he froze in place.

Wen Jianyan studied the other party's expression.

Hmm, looks like I remembered.

He raised his hand and patted Su Cheng's shoulder, and comforted him softly: "It's okay, we are grasshoppers on the same rope now, no matter what, I'll be with you anyway, right?"

Su Cheng's expression cracked again: "..."

Bah, you were the one who dragged me into this **** place!

However, he has suffered so much today that he has no energy to react to this sentence at all.

In the 789326qwk live broadcast room.

"Hahahahahahahaha self-destruct truck, no one survived!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha haha ​​haha ​​haha ​​can't laugh, the expression on the face of the anchor opposite is really rich, after this copy, I will see it a hundred times!"

"The opposite anchor is probably going to leave a psychological shadow hahahahaha, the NPC I have been with for so long is actually another anchor. If it were me, I would doubt the whole world."

"I really hate that iron can't be made into steel. The opposite anchor can obviously take the initiative. After all, he was cheated all the way, and he can always make this liar pay a price. In the end, he was led by the nose again by this liar. I hatred."

"Hey, I also want the anchor to call me brother affectionately, I'd rather be cheated!"

"Honey! Act like a baby and come at me!"

As a result, the topic in the live broadcast room shifted in a strange direction again, as if a wild horse had run away and never returned.

Wen Jianyan didn't notice the strange trend of topics in the live broadcast room.

He opened his backpack and took out the epic hidden item that had just been put into it.

The moment the item appeared, the familiar system sound rang in my ears.

"Congratulations to the host for getting the hidden item (epic) in the dungeon!"

【Collection degree 3/3】

Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes and looked into his palm. It was still a red cloth bag, tied tightly, and it took him several seconds to open it.

Surprisingly, this time the item wasn't some kind of sacrificial human tissue, but...

A fragment of a mirror.

It is bright and transparent, with a hard and smooth surface, and the irregular edges slightly reflect a cold luster.

Compared with the "teeth", "hair" and "broken finger", this hidden object looks extraordinarily normal, but for some reason, such a small and thin piece seems heavy in the palm of the hand, with a bit of icy chill It spread from the contact point and penetrated into the heart little by little.

Wen Jianyan shivered involuntarily.

At this moment, the system's notification sounded again: [Ding! It has been detected that all the hidden props of the anchor have been collected, and the core reminder of the hidden line is now released: Return things to their original places, the beginning is the end. 】

The content of this sentence is very easy to understand, that is to say, as long as the fragment of this mirror is put back where it should be, all this can be ended.

According to the conventional thinking, it is time to go back to the fourth floor.

But the problem is...

As a person who had already had close contact with the mirror, Wen Jianyan remembered very clearly that there was no half gap in the mirror except for the last crack.

Taking another 10,000 steps back, if this fragment is really on the mirror on the fourth floor, why would it end all of this after repairing it? Wouldn't it increase its power instead?

Wen Jianyan was a little puzzled.

He frowned, looking over and over at the shards of the mirror in his hand, trying to find some clues that he had overlooked.

Su Cheng noticed that Wen Jianyan hadn't moved for a long time. Although he was still a little awkward, he still couldn't control his curiosity, so he poked his head over and asked:

"What's wrong?"

The two were now completely bound together, and Wen Jianyan had no need to hide it from him, so he happily told the other party what he had learned.

After listening, Su Cheng's thought was exactly the same as his first:

"That is to say, as long as this fragment is put back into the mirror, our task will be completed?"

A look of excitement finally appeared on his face: "Then why are we hesitating? Let's go to the fourth floor!"

Knowing the way to get out of the predicament, the awkwardness just now disappeared, and even the liar in front of him looked kinder.

But Wen Jianyan didn't answer, but just looked at the shards of the mirror in his palm without saying a word.

Seeing that the other party didn't respond, Su Cheng couldn't help but get closer again, shaking in front of the other party:

"Are you still listening?"

The flashlight swayed slightly with his movements, and the beams of light scattered on the wall, spreading a cool white light.

Wen Jianyan seemed to realize something, and was slightly taken aback:

"this…"

Su Cheng: "Huh?"

Wen Jian said, "Don't move."

His order was short and precise, with an unquestionable meaning, Su Cheng couldn't help forgetting that the other party was a liar, followed his instructions habitually, and subconsciously stood still.

Dozens of seconds later.

"…I see."

The young man in front of him suddenly opened his mouth, and he raised his eyes, his eyes were clear and bright, the excitement was hidden in front of the calm surface, and it was particularly touching in the darkness.

Su Cheng subconsciously held his breath.

Wen Jianyan took a step forward and handed the mirror in his palm to Su Cheng:

"Look inside, what do you see?"

Su Cheng looked into the mirror full of doubts.

Under the light of the flashlight, the small fragment of the mirror surface looked extraordinarily bright, like an irregular ice crystal, shining with a cold luster.

"... nothing."

Su Cheng looked at it hard for a while, and said in a daze.

"right."

Wen Jianyan smiled: "It's just nothing."

Su Cheng was a little confused: "Wait, I don't understand, what do you mean?"

Wen Jianyan: "Didn't you notice? Even in the presence of light, it can't reflect people's faces."

Su Cheng was startled, and looked down into the lens.

The light of the flashlight is still on steadily, but the inside of the lens is foggy, with floating light and shadows, but people's faces cannot be reflected:

"This...really."

Su Cheng's eyes widened slightly.

Wen Jianyan withdrew his hand, nodded contentedly, and said, "So, it's not a lens, and the return to its original place in the reminder doesn't refer to the fourth floor."

"Where else could it be?"

Su Cheng felt that his mind was in a mess, and his thinking was completely unable to keep up with the opponent's footsteps.

Wen Jianyan was also lost in thought.

These hidden objects should be related to each other.

The normal hidden item is a severed finger. And when he entered 408, the "self" in the mirror was trying to make him cut off his little finger. The hidden objects in the difficulty level were teeth and hair, which were the medium that Xiaojie and the old hag used to trade with the mirror. , according to this logic, the legendary hidden item should be related to Xu Yuan or the "fake Xu Yuan" who tried to seize Xu Yuan's identity, so its position on the timeline is also higher, and its status is also the most critical.

"When things return to their original places, the beginning is the end."

According to the logic hidden in this reminder, then, this fragment is likely to be related to the initial call for sacrifice.

Thinking of this, Wen Jianyan took out the booklet he found in the altar from his pocket.

He took the flashlight from Su Cheng's hand, and began to browse through the light for the second time.

The handwriting in this booklet is scrawled and scattered, and the logic in many places is disordered, almost without sentences. Most of the blank spaces are filled with weird symbols on random drawings, and it is difficult to extract clear and complete information from it.

However, relying on guesswork, Wen Jianyan already had a vague idea of ​​the context and outline of this dungeon, so the efficiency of his interpretation this time was much faster than that of the previous teaching building.

On one of the pages he found a few lines of essays scribbled on.

"I overheard their conversation, but I wasn't hurt.

I have heard these words countless times since I was a child, and now, these evaluations have little impact on me.

She just doesn't have anyone else's opinion to refute.

I don't hate her. "

Wen Jianyan raised his eyebrows in surprise, obviously, the "she" in this passage refers to Xu Yuan.

He turned another page.

"Mr. Mirror reassures me that it's not my fault."

"I just don't have a good family like her, a pair of parents, a good-looking face, an understanding personality, and a natural good relationship."

"I don't hate her.

I'm just really envious of her, I'm going crazy with envy, every day I see her in the dormitory, I think..."

The following words were blacked out, and Wen Jianyan carefully discerned what those words were.

— "It would be nice if I were her."

"Tonight, Mr. Mirror whispered to me that it has a way to help me."

"I can have it all."

Wen Jianyan was thoughtful.

No wonder.

He found it very strange at the beginning, killing cats, skinning them, and summoning evil things. In this series of actions, the most difficult thing is not execution, but "knowledge".

How does an ordinary middle school student know how to summon evil things?

Now, this question has been answered.

—It was the Mirror himself who told her.

Wen Jianyan continued to turn the page backwards, and soon, he found some clues on a page full of graffiti.

He had turned to this page before, but at that time he didn't know the meaning of the lines - Wen Jianyan stroked the rough paper with his fingertips, and a familiar shape was drawn on it with random strokes.

He took out the fragment of the mirror he got and put it on the paper.

The irregular edges tap together perfectly.

In the smoky lens, a line of crooked small characters slowly emerged.

"Today, I picked up a shard of a talking mirror in the old place. I call it Mr. Mirror."

old place?

While Wen Jianyan was contemplating, a little wetness came from his fingertips. He was slightly startled, and picked up the mirror fragments.

On the page, the crooked line of small characters was soaked by water from nowhere, and the unclear outline of the wet marks slowly spread, making the surrounding handwriting blurred with ink.

Wen Jianyan: "!"

He suddenly remembered something.

Every ghost in this dungeon, whether it is Xiaojie, Xu Yuan, or even the alienated old woman, is constantly dripping water from their bodies.

Even the perpetrators are no exception.

It was mentioned in Xu Yuan's diary - after returning to the dormitory, the other party stood by her bed and did not leave, and the sound of water drops falling on the ground could be heard from her body.

At first, he thought the sound came from blood dripping from the cat's fur.

However, a cat's blood volume is limited, and it is impossible to keep dripping overnight, nor can it disappear without a trace the next day.

Well, the sound doesn't come from the blood.

but from ordinary water.

Wen Jianyan conveniently stuffed the lenses and the booklet back into his pocket, then rushed to the window beside him, and looked out—

The night was dark, and everything was shrouded in unsettling darkness.

With the blurred light, the general outline of the entire campus can be barely discerned.

Teaching building, dormitory building, playground, artificial lake, canteen.

Wen Jianyan drew a map of the school in his mind.

Soon, he realized that the cafeteria and the playground were all far away from the central axis, and only the teaching building and the dormitory building were facing each other, separated by a small artificial lake.

They are all four layers.

The most critical room numbers are 408, but one is the second room on the right, and the other is the second room on the left.

All the clues were connected together, causing Wen Jianyan to hold his breath slightly.

In other words, the two buildings are mirrored around the artificial lake.

The lake is also the largest mirror in the entire campus.

At this moment, the familiar system prompt sounded again: [Ding, it was detected that the plot deviation has reached the threshold, and the dungeon is undergoing uncontrollable changes...]

[New story is opening...]

Damn, come again?

Wen Jianyan took a breath.

The moment the system sound fell, Wen Jianyan saw that the closed door of the opposite teaching building suddenly opened.

Under the dim light of the street lamps, one can see people moving around in classrooms, dark or shallow shadows moving silently in the dark windows, slowly pouring out towards the gate——

Wen Jianyan felt a chill on the back of her neck.

If he guessed correctly, the mirror in his hand was the original "Mr. Mirror".

It was picked up by a student by the lake, and after gaining insight into the other party's weaknesses and desires, it tricked the other party into summoning itself out little by little until it became what it is now.

Then, the solution to this copy is very simple.

"Return things to their original places."

Throwing the original Mr. Mirror back into the lake should end this.

—However, looking at the ghostly shadows outside, there is not much time left for them.

He turned to look at Su Cheng: "Quick, we have to leave the dormitory building quickly."

Su Cheng opened his mouth as if he wanted to ask something, but his voice was quickly stuck in his throat.

Because both of them heard a familiar voice at the same time.

The humming sound was intermittent, echoing like a ghost in the dark corridor, cold and eerie, making one's scalp tingle.

It's the old hag!

Damn, she really knows how to choose the right time!

Wen Jianyan, who was the object of the opponent's hatred, jumped up, like a frightened rabbit, dragging Su Cheng to run in the opposite direction of the voice: "Let's go!"

The sound of the two's messy footsteps echoed in the corridor.

The humming behind him stopped.

"Huh? It's so late," the old hag's rough voice sounded particularly weird, like some kind of sticky snake: "Let me see who is still running around in the corridor?"

Su Cheng subconsciously turned his head and glanced behind him.

In the dim light, a huge, tumor-like thing could be vaguely seen moving slowly in the darkness, the gaps cracked on it flickered slightly, like countless vicious eyeballs peeking out.

Su Cheng's hair stood on end in an instant.

Damn! What the hell!

At this moment, a dull bell rang from downstairs.

"When-when-"

The clock struck twice, signaling the arrival of two o'clock in the morning.

Not far away, the stairwell was already in sight, and a beam of light could be faintly seen falling from above.

Wen Jianyan gasped, dragged Su Cheng to a sudden turn, and rushed towards a room next to him.

Su Cheng looked at the young man in front of him out of breath, and asked in bewilderment:

"Didn't you just say that we are going out of the dormitory building, what are you dragging me in for?"

The old hag's movement speed is very slow. Although entering the dormitory can temporarily avoid it for a while, it cannot solve the problem from the root cause, and may even block the escape route.

"I see."

Wen Jianyan's chest heaved rapidly, and he lowered his voice and said nervously:

"But it's the hour now, and those anchors are probably going downstairs."

Su Cheng: "Are you worried that they will continue to harm you?"

Wen Jianyan touched the bridge of his nose and laughed dryly: "Haha, there is something about the senior anchors on the fourth floor that I may not have mentioned to you..."

Twenty seconds later.

After listening to everything, Su Cheng looked at the obviously guilty young man in front of him expressionlessly, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

After a brief silence, he asked in half despair and half collapse:

"Well, friend, I want to ask you, is there anyone else in this dungeon that you haven't offended?"

From players to NPCs to ghosts, almost none of them survived, and they were all tricked by this guy in front of them! !

What kind of Plague God is he bound to? !

The barrage in the 789326qwk live broadcast room has gone crazy from laughter.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

"Hahahahahahahahahaha thank you to the opposite anchor, you finally asked the questions in the minds of all our viewers!"

"Other live broadcasts are precisely controlling the boundary between overturning and non-overturning, but this liar is frantically probing on the verge of overturning every day, Dapeng spreads his wings!"

"Hahahahahahahahaha laughed so hard I wanted to die."

Wen Jianyan's eyes wandered for a moment, and he whispered unnaturally:

"Cough, um, actually there are still some."

—For example, didn't he never offend that phantom lying in the mirror all the time!

After hearing Wen Jianyan's defense, Su Cheng's eyelids twitched ominously.

I don't know why, but he always has a strong feeling... With this guy's style, it should only be a matter of time before he offends all the existences in the entire dungeon.

Even the only one who has not been tricked, probably will not be spared sooner or later.

This is the intuition of a victim.

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