Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 166

Chapter 166

The corridors are narrow and the atmosphere is oppressive and dead.

A group of people groped forward against the wall, their footsteps were very low, and they could only vaguely hear the rustling of clothes.

It was so quiet, it was almost scary.

Like a dark lake, there is endless darkness in all directions, and the fear brought by the unknown is boundless, making people feel like they can't breathe.

The faint light of the flashlight was like a thin strip of light, and everyone's heart was suspended on it.

Wen Jianyan moved forward step by step carefully.

As he walked, he drew a map of this floor in his mind.

So far, they've gone almost 50 percent of the way, but... haven't encountered any high-risk patients so far.

Wen Jianyan glanced to the side indiscriminately.

The metal railing reflected faint light under the light of the flashlight, and there was a dark, fuzzy shadow inside.

"Still no one?"

He lowered his voice and asked Huang Mao who was walking beside him.

Huang Mao nodded, and also replied in a low voice: "No."

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, looked away, and continued to walk slowly.

Along the way, the iron doors of all the wards were wide open, but so far no one has been seen.

This doesn't make him feel safe, on the contrary, it brings an unprecedented sense of crisis.

The corridor in front of me seemed endless.

Time passed by every minute, and the groping in the dark was so long that people gradually blurred the meaning of time and distance, like crawling in a tunnel for a whole century.

Wen Jianyan suddenly stopped.

Su Cheng, who followed closely behind, was caught off guard and almost bumped into his back, triggering a series of chain reactions in the team, and a suppressed question came from behind: "What's wrong?"

Wen Jianyan raised her eyes silently and looked around slowly.

strangeness…

Logically speaking, it should have gone □□10% by now.

However, the corridor in front of him still couldn't see the end.

Although darkness and silence can blur human senses, Wen Jianyan has been counting down the seconds in his mind since the beginning, calculating his steps, even if there may be deviations, there will not be much difference.

Under the faint beam of light from the flashlight, the corridor extended into the depths, with the same iron railings and prison cells on one side, a cold wall on the other, and bottomless darkness in the distance.

It's like they're always standing still.

...not quite right.

Wen Jianyan moved his fingers slowly, sticky sweat oozed out of his palm, and the cold shaft of the flashlight was covered with heat.

"A ghost hitting the wall?" Su Cheng asked in a low voice behind him.

"I am not sure-"

Wen Jianyan shook his head subconsciously, but in the next second, his answering voice was stuck in his throat, not up and down.

"It doesn't matter,"

The yellow hair on the side looked at the direction illuminated by the flashlight, and spoke in a low voice, breaking the dead silence:

"I see the exit, we should be there soon."

Wen Jianyan's eyes flickered, and she said, "Okay, then let's go on."

Soon, as Huang Mao said, after passing through the last two iron gates, the staircase extending upwards appeared in front of everyone.

There didn't seem to be any danger around, and a faint light came through from above the stairs, dispelling the thick and sticky darkness in the corridor just passed.

Like a spider's silk protruding into the bottom of the abyss, or like a driftwood that appeared in front of you before drowning, with a magical power that makes you want to breathe a sigh of relief.

Wen Jianyan stopped at the stairs and listened with bated breath.

There was no sticky sound on the top of the head, as if something was wriggling, there was no footsteps under the stairs, and there was no sign of the patients on the second floor.

"Go up and have a look, is there a nest?"

He looked at Huang Mao and asked.

Huangmao nodded, took a few steps up the stairs, and stood at the junction of the stairs. Haun, slightly raised his toes and looked into the distance, then shook his head and said affirmatively:

"Don't worry, no."

He turned his head, looked at the people below the stairs, and waved: "There should be no danger up there, come quickly."

The rest of the people followed immediately.

Only Wen Jianyan didn't move. He stood there, holding the flashlight in his hand, and watched his companion quietly walking forward.

The light at the stairway was weak, but in the endless darkness behind, it was like a firefly that brought peace, silently shining not far above the head.

Su Cheng passed by, he stood on the stairs in front of Wen Jianyan, turned his head and looked over:

"What's wrong?"

Wen Jianyan raised his eyes, his amber eyes shone slightly under the light of the flashlight, the bottom of his eyes was dark, almost melting into the darkness behind him, he said abruptly:

"Ghost hits the wall."

"What?" Su Cheng was startled.

"You just asked me if I encountered a ghost hitting the wall."

Wen Jianyan stared at his teammate in front of him, and said lightly, "Why do you think so?"

Su Cheng doesn't know how to memorize maps, let alone count time and steps by counting heartbeats.

In other words, he probably doesn't know how long it takes to walk to this floor and how long this road is.

He didn't even know why he stopped just now.

However, the moment Wen Jianyan stopped, the other party didn't ask why—he didn't ask if he saw or heard anything strange, but asked directly.

"Is it a ghost hitting the wall?"

Wen Jianyan shifted his gaze to the other three.

They turned their backs to him and didn't turn around even when he was talking to Su-sung.

Since entering this corridor, they haven't made a sound, or even showed their faces.

Something is wrong.

It's so wrong.

More importantly, it wasn't just this corridor that was wrong, but also the team members around him.

…every teammate.

As if the color had faded from the canvas, Su Cheng and Huang Mao lost expression on their faces. They stared at him in a daze, their four eyes were fixed, and their eyes without any emotion fell on Wen. Jian Yan's body almost made the hair stand on end.

Wen Jianyan subconsciously tightened her fingers, and took a step back indistinctly.

"Kaka." "Kaka."

There was a slight sound of bones rubbing against each other, which was particularly ear-piercing in the dead corridor.

The other three teammates, who had never shown their faces, turned their heads little by little, one by one, and under the light of the faint light at the end of the stairs not far away, Wen Jianyan saw their faces clearly —

Those were three blank faces without facial features.

My day! !

Wen Jianyan jumped up, turned around and ran like desperately.

He ran wildly along the way he came, and the messy footsteps behind him followed like a shadow, almost as if they were clinging to the back of his head.

Even if he doesn't need to look back, he knows that those five "teammates" are now closely following him, chasing him as if chasing after his soul.

My day my day my day!

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth, cursing inwardly, her heart was beating wildly beside her ears, and the hot blood was hitting the eardrums, making irregular pulsating sounds.

Really! !

As he ran, his brain was spinning rapidly, thinking about his current situation.

what happened?

How did all this happen?

Have your teammates been replaced? Where are his real teammates now?

When was it replaced?

Why were they trying to lure him up the stairs? What's on it?

First, timing is important.

If you can find out the time point when your teammate was replaced, then you will be able to deduce the reason for your attack, the purpose of the opponent, and even a series of other information with a high probability.

While running, Wen Jianyan sorted out every moment after leaving the elevator in his mind, looking for clues frame by frame like a movie rewinding.

He failed.

There is no opportunity.

Since they entered the negative floor, they have always acted together.

Wen Jianyan has always been leading the way.

As a senior anchor, everyone is very cautious, and no one will do things such as "actively touching suspicious objects" or "actively entering a suspicious area".

Wen Jianyan did not find any opportunity for his teammates to be replaced.

This is too strange.

Wen Jianyan showed a dazed expression.

In all dungeons, most crises have specific triggers, and there are very few unsolvable, completely unreasonable killings.

No streamer will survive this mortal condition.

The sound of footsteps behind him followed like a shadow.

Wen Jianyan could almost hear the whistling sound of the wind when the other party took a step. The weird feeling that he would be caught in the next second made his muscles tense, and he couldn't help speeding up.

No no no no, keep thinking!

He gritted his teeth.

There must be some clue that was overlooked.

If you encounter a dead end, start over!

Frame by frame flashed through his mind, every second was carefully analyzed, Wen Jianyan felt his brain began to ache.

corridor…

Still extending.

There is no end to the general extension.

Even though he had been running with all his strength for more than five minutes, the scene around him still seemed to have not changed at all.

Logically speaking, now that they are presenting the world, the buildings and the environment will not change with the spiritual world of the mentally ill. It is precisely because of this that Wen Jianyan guessed at the beginning whether he might have encountered a mental patient. ghost hit the wall...

..."Ghost hits the wall"?

Wen Jianyan's eyes widened slightly, as if suddenly realizing something.

When Su Cheng asked the question of "ghost hitting the wall", at that moment, it was Wen Jianyan's true thoughts.

He was thinking about whether he had encountered a ghost hitting the wall, when Su Chengcheng asked the same question in a timely manner.

Next, Huangmao also successfully answered his "question" as if he possessed mind-reading skills, and after just a few minutes, the stairs that he thought should have appeared did appear in front of his eyes .

A strange guess slowly emerged in Wen Jianyan's mind.

Why did the three of Luce not speak the whole time?

Perhaps it was because the opponent and himself were temporary teammates, and he didn't pay much attention to the safety of these three people, so he seldom thought about them during the whole process.

Why did "Su Cheng" and "Yellow Hair" suddenly chase after them—if they were really "replaced" by some creature, then their purpose should be to lure, not capture.

unless…

Either lure or capture.

It's all his own guesswork.

Wen Jianyan thought carefully about everything that happened just now.

That's right.

Everything is going in the direction he "imagined".

Su Cheng's question, Huang Mao's wayfinding.

And when he had doubts and vigilance about the identity of his "teammates", those three people also turned around just right, showing faces without facial features, which just confirmed his guess.

Wen Jianyan stopped abruptly.

He stood where he was, his heart was beating wildly, hot sweat was seeping from his back, and his whole body was trembling slightly under the intense tension.

There was a dead silence around my ears.

A dark, bottomless silence.

There were no footsteps behind.

Nothing at all.

He turned his head slowly, frame by frame, and looked behind him.

In the dim light of the flashlight, it was clear that there was no one there.

No one was after them.

No one followed.

unaccompanied.

Both ends of the corridor were submerged in the darkness like the deep sea, like an isolated island, only Wen Jianyan stood alone in it, panting quickly.

Chapter end