Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 187

Chapter 186

Hearing this, Huang Mao couldn't help but cheer up, and then said:

"Ah! I remember you said before, whether you want to destroy the safe sanatorium built by the 05 fine world, or help the sanatorium control other critical patients, you can complete the task! So we have to continue with the next plan, no?"

Luce was taken aback for a moment, then fell into deep thought.

A few seconds later, a sudden praise appeared on his face, he raised his head and said: "So, I understand your thinking, as long as the dynamic balance of the two forces in the dungeon is destroyed, the If the personal creation plan cannot be realized, the main task can be completed, right?"

"Yes, the previous plan is indeed the same."

Wen Jianyan nodded approvingly.

Wait, before?

After keenly capturing the key words in Fang's words, Su Cheng couldn't help being stunned for two seconds. As the one who understood Wen Jianyan's behavior best, an ominous premonition suddenly crossed his mind.

I always feel that the guy is playing something wrong...

"Don't worry, if my idea doesn't work out, I will still go back to the original plan." Wen Jianyan noticed Su Cheng's sudden change of expression, and comforted him in a soft voice.

Su Cheng: "..."

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Laughing to death, I don't feel comforted at all."

"Hahahahahaha Su Xiaocheng: There is nothing to love in life, I knew you were going to make trouble."

"Teammate, danger!"

"Huh? You changed your mind, what are you going to do?"

Luce asked suspiciously.

From his point of view, although the two options just proposed are not low in difficulty, they are very feasible and very much in line with the logic chain of the entire dungeon.

Besides, are there other options?

He couldn't figure it out.

Luce couldn't help asking: "Then what are you thinking now?"

Wen Jianyan didn't answer a question directly, he just changed the subject lightly:

"After the ultimate main mission is completed, you will get a platinum trophy, and the dungeon will be completely closed and cannot be opened again, right?"

The rest of the people nodded.

Indeed.

It is common sense in the Nightmare studio, even newcomers who have only downloaded a few copies know a little bit.

Wen Jianyan: "Have you ever thought that this logic is actually reversed?"

Several people were taken aback for a moment, not understanding the meaning contained in Wen Jianyan's words.

Su Cheng frowned: "What do you mean?"

"It means that the dungeon was not shut down because a host played a platinum reward, but because it had to be closed, so the host was awarded a platinum trophy."

For a moment, the air was silent.

Everyone showed astonishment, obviously, they had never thought about it before.

As contracted anchors of the Nightmare Live Studio, their main purpose of entering the dungeon is to complete tasks, earn points, and leave the dungeon so that they can live longer. Maybe one day they will be able to accumulate enough points to redeem their soul cancellation coupons.

There are even many senior streamers who have never made a platinum achievement after so many dungeons.

Oita anchors always seek advantages and avoid disadvantages when downloading dungeons, not to mention actively activating some ultimate mainline tasks-you know, it is not only more difficult, but once it fails, even if the conditions for leaving the dungeon are met, it will die directly.

Therefore, in fact, Oita anchors have not tried to think about what "platinum achievement" means.

Wen Jianyan was the exact opposite of them, he had probably achieved more platinum achievements than many senior anchors combined.

It is precisely because he has experienced more, so this feeling is clearer, and it becomes stronger with each copy.

In the instance of [Ducai Middle School], returning the mirror fragments to the original place means that the campus curse cannot be activated, and the instance is completely closed. In the instance of [Fukang Hospital], the most important remains of the Holy Infant were taken away, the dean Death, the copy is completely closed, and the first copy of [Fantasy Amusement Park] ends with the disappearance of energy and the fire in the park.

Let Wen Jianyan confirm that his guess was in the instance of [Antai District], even though he had never tried to start the ultimate mainline mission from the beginning to the end, he still won the platinum trophy in the end—the reason given by Nightmare was that he explored The most progress, so get the platinum trophy.

But the actual situation is that Granny Wen died, and the suppressed evil spirit fragments recovered, and the dungeon could not be opened again.

Therefore, Nightmare's attitude is very ambiguous.

It has a deterrent setting that the anchor will die if he does not complete the "Ultimate Mainline Mission". Sometimes, after the anchor has played the platinum trophy, the difficulty of the next copy of the anchor will be adjusted, so that the anchor who played the platinum trophy can continue survival becomes more difficult.

But in the same way, it will give the amount of rewards given to the anchor of the platinum trophy.

Naturally, all of these can be explained by "improving the program effect" or "enhancing the audience's viewing experience".

But...Wen Jianyan always feels that "Nightmare" is actually not happy to see it come true.

One thing he realized in the copy of [Fantasy Amusement Park].

Bad luck is naturally metaphysics, but, in the game of luck in the amusement park, the worst option is drawn every time... It's a bit strange.

It's almost as if the drop rate has been secretly adjusted in the background.

Perhaps... his misfortune is not some kind of metaphysics, but the real one, which originated from the malice of the Nightmare live room system.

"If we think in this direction, we should be able to understand why the prompt for completing the main task in this dungeon is so vague." Wen Jianyan said.

Obviously, in a dungeon, there are many ways to make it impossible to reopen.

Therefore, the reminder of the dungeon only tells the anchors the real structure of the dungeon, that is to say, it is up to them how to use the information.

Now that the ultimate mainline mission is equal to the permanently closed dungeon, their minds can be relaxed a lot.

"Then what do you mean... let's not think about how to restore the balance, or break the balance, but how to destroy the entire copy?"

Luce's mouth slowly opened wide, and there were almost no more adjectives to describe the expression on his face other than dull.

He is a senior anchor, and he has not completed many dungeons, but at least one has come. Although it is indeed dangerous to complete the ultimate main mission, but...

When things were tantamount to destroying the entire copy, it was still a little... too much for him.

It is simply an unimaginable path!

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Pinch mom... I knew it!"

"I'll go, I'll go, things are really getting interesting!"

"! I really haven't seen a streamer who diverges in one direction, and is ready to destroy the entire dungeon when he comes up!! Awesome!"

"bingo!"

Wen Jianyan snapped her fingers.

It's a pity that his relaxed and playful attitude did not make the atmosphere on the court show any signs of easing up.

"Cough," he straightened up, "In short, although our progress has advanced to the present, how the creation plan works is still a mystery, even for those "creators" who have constructed The completed [Ping An Nursing Home] has become a completely closed black box."

The so-called black box is a theoretical term, which refers to a black box that can only observe its input and output results after the construction is completed, but cannot detect its internal structure.

That is to say, the people who made the "Ping An Sanatorium" only knew to throw the test items in and wait for Ming to appear. As for what will happen in the middle, they may not know.

It has surpassed the scope of human knowledge.

"Like one."

Said, Wen Jianyan took out the black box from his pocket and showed it to Lu Si.

Luce was taken aback: "Is it...?"

"The reward for the epic hidden item mission." Wen Jianyan said without any concealment.

Fang was taken aback: "Huh?"

This dark thing is an epic prop

"To be precise, the epic items are in the box." Wen Jianyan shook the box, and he could hear some faint noises inside. He sighed, "It's a pity that I haven't found a way to open it yet."

"Speaking of which, as a senior anchor, you should know that the dungeon is inextricably linked with the real world, right?"

Wen Jianyan suddenly changed the subject.

Luce froze for a moment. Although he couldn't keep up with the overly jumping thinking above, he still nodded solemnly: "I have indeed heard a theory."

Just like the name of the live broadcast room, the dungeon in "Nightmare" is like an endless nightmare. Although it is scary, weird, full of darkness and danger, it looks like a nightmare, with shadows of the real world, as if It is built with this as a real framework.

"So, don't you think this dungeon is a bit weird?" Wen Jianyan blinked and added, "In terms of technology and humanities."

Luce was taken aback: "You mean... a sense of the times?"

"Yes."

Wen Jianyan nodded.

According to humanities, it is obvious that [Ping An Sanatorium] should be a copy of a long time ago. There is no identification of "sexual perversion" or "mental disability", including the strong religious atmosphere in it that cannot be dissipated, and the outdated The almost cruel treatment method can feel its strong sense of the times.

However, the experiments related to the mental brain in the laboratory, the man-made mental diseases, and the so-called "matrix" all have a sense of technology that transcends the times, just like the existence in science fiction that can only be developed by human beings in the future.

A sense of contradiction filled every corner of the copy.

Of course, there are ghosts and ghosts in other dungeons that do not exist in the real world, which can be attributed to the processing of nightmares.

However, this dungeon and no other dungeons, the entire [Ping An Sanatorium] is built in the fine world of No. 05, which is a real low-dimensional world-even with the artistic processing of the Nightmare live broadcast room, the fundamental dungeon framework cannot be changed .

"If, just if, as guessed, each dungeon has its actual prototype and background of the times," Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes, and said slowly, "That dungeon does."

That is to say, in an almost medieval setting, they came up with a set from the future—

In other words, a more dimensional technological system.

"You said, who did they get help from?"

Wen Jianyan looked at the crowd and asked softly.

There was no sound in the arena.

They understood what Wen Jianyan said, because every reason of his started to diverge from the information they already knew, the Nightmare live broadcast room and the dungeon, and every logic was impeccable, but...

In a sense, they couldn't understand what Fang said at all.

It has completely surpassed the content of the [Ping An Sanatorium] dungeon, but has directly risen to another angle that they have never touched before.

A more terrifying angle closely related to the "Nightmare Live Studio".

When everyone's brains froze, it was Huangmao who made a dry voice, breaking the dead silence:

"...Wait, it's not what I thought, right? You mean, there are existences similar to those eyes in this dungeon?"

Wen Jianyan smiled, raised his hand and rubbed Huangmao's head, and praised, "A child can be taught."

Although he was numb from the fright of his own imagination, after receiving Fang's praise, Huang Mao's face still blushed involuntarily, showing a shy expression.

He murmured, "Thank you, thank you."

In fact, the reason why Wen Jianyan came to a conclusion was precisely because he went through the last dungeon.

Unlike several other patients, "Ping An Nursing Home" is not the incarnation of No. 05 Jingjie, it is just the source of energy supply. No. 05 is just a **** in the designed chessboard.

a style of acting...

Sound familiar?

The meat grinder designed by Weissun is regarded as a "fragment" of energy supply and a never-ending wheel.

There's even that full Ouroboros mark.

However, the only difference is that "Ping An Sanatorium" is more like a clumsy and rough semi-finished product compared with "Dream Live Studio".

Although it has internal and external boundaries, it is difficult to control the alternation. Although the critically ill patients in it are controlled for most of the time, there is a high possibility of derailment, and the victims are far less docile and loyal.

[Ping An Nursing Home] are those "different" who come from a higher dimension, but no, it is more like an experiment, or an unfinished work , was their failed attempt.

Therefore, compared to the previous one, where no historical background could be seen at all, and it was like an amusement park completely independent of the world, the nursing home looked much rougher.

That is to say... Fang will reveal more tells.

Once an opportunity is missed, it is very difficult to reappear.

Wen Jianyan held the dark, boxy box in one hand, looked at Luce who was still running aside, and asked, "You said earlier that you had some fragmented memories during the period when you were in a coma, like It's like being soaked in a Petri dish, no?"

Luce nodded subconsciously.

Wen Jianyan said: "Remember carefully, have you seen anything similar during that time?"

Luce's eyes fell on the black box in Wen Jianyan's hand, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was trying to sort out his increasingly "chaotic" mind, looking for any useful information in those broken fragments.

Wen Jianyan stared at Luce, waiting patiently.

If, as he guessed, all of them were trapped in the fine world constructed by No. 05's brain, then the "illusion" that Luce saw during the time when he was on the verge of death, likely to be closer to the truth of the entire copy than any one of them.

The epic-level hidden props in the dungeon are often closely related to the key "sexual" secrets of the dungeon.

That is to say... If the props in this box really come from the "world", then only Luce has the possibility to see its true content.

Luce hesitated and said:

"Like... really impressed?"

Wen Jianyan straightened her back subconsciously, and leaned slightly closer: "Tell me?"

"I'm not too impressed..." Luce raised his hand, pinched his frowning brows, and showed an expression of thinking hard, "Through the liquid and glass, I seem to see To put a black box far away, it is very strictly protected, as if placed in the center of the entire room... the lid is open."

Wen Jianyan squinted her eyes.

"So, do you see what's inside the lid?"

he asked.

Luce shook his head: "Unfortunately...no."

During that time, he was basically in a trance state of half-dream and half-awake, everything around him was like a broken dream, and it was difficult to even just recall, let alone see clearly and recall the contents of a specific box.

Wen Jianyan nodded, showing a thoughtful expression.

So, it means that even if you don't use the lock-picking props, there is indeed a key to open it.

What could it be?

Wen Jianyan was startled suddenly.

He stood on the spot with lowered eyelashes, covering his dazed eyes, as if he had been frozen. After a few seconds, he jumped up suddenly, as if his tail had been scorched by fire.

The people next to him were shocked by his actions:

"Why, what's the matter?"

Wen Jianyan didn't answer, he just quickly opened his backpack and took out something from it.

The whole body is pitch black, and it cannot be seen what kind of metal it is made of. It is not big, and it is being held in the palm of the hand.

It is an end-to-end ouroboros.

He took a deep breath, and slowly adjusted the angle of the Ouroboros in his hand to match the shallow notch on the box, and then pressed it lightly.

Fits perfectly.

In the next second, only a light "click" was heard, and the lid popped open.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"I go!"

"I go!"

"I go!!"

Everyone around couldn't help but gasped, staring in shock at the unreasonable scene before them, almost unable to believe their eyes.

Generally speaking, except for completing the task of hiding epic items, epic items will be directly distributed into the backpack as rewards, and other items can only be included in the system backpack after the dungeon is completed, that is to say...

Wen Jianyan is using props from other dungeons now?

In the end, the box in the dungeon was opened...

How can it be? !

Wen Jianyan didn't pay any attention to the few people around him.

He hung down, slowly opened the lid of the box, took a slow and deep breath, and then looked into the box.

Unexpectedly, what was inside the box was a small stack of yellowed and brittle paper, which seemed to be very old, with some handwriting densely written on it.

Wen Jianyan held his breath slightly, and began to read from the recognizable handwriting.

The above language is English, with some Latin mixed in. At most, he can only recognize the general meaning and barely piece together the content.

"...Thank the Lord for communicating with people like me..."

What followed was a series of praises from the Lord and descriptions of his own humbleness. To sum it up roughly, a certain person suddenly found a way to contact "Ming" one day, and got his own mission and tasks from "Ming", so He started killing people for this purpose.

Judging from the content, it is easy to regard the writer as a psychopathic murderer.

After all, in human history, there are indeed many delusional patients who claim that they have received a "mission from God", so they do all kinds of crazy things.

"...Lord, I have done what you have taught me, the godless and heathen will go to **** sooner or later, God, they are knocking on the door, they will get nothing out of my mouth, yes The will, no one can change, is the task I was born here..."

The last stroke was so deep that it almost tore the paper.

Next is a large piece of irregular, dried-up tan marks.

That's the end of the old paper that's yellowed and brittle.

The paper below looks much newer and neater. It seems to be a case from a certain mental hospital, and the brushstrokes seem to come from a certain doctor.

"...The patient was diagnosed with delusional disorder and violent tendencies. After killing more than two people, he was arrested, arrested and "suicide". After the "suicide" failed, he was transferred to our hospital."

"Implementation of electric shock therapy and water therapy, no improvement."

"Acupuncture therapy, no improvement."

"'Drug therapy, no improvement.'"

"After being admitted to the hospital, the patient did not achieve any treatment results. The violence led to many conflicts and he was locked up in a confinement room."

"The patient died."

Wen Jianyan scanned the cause of death.

…scratched the throat bit by bit with the nails, causing blood loss to death.

His scalp was numb, and he skipped a paragraph and continued to read.

The next one is the autopsy report.

"Undigested contents were found in the patient's stomach."

"It's like a blank kraft paper, without age or writing."

"No…"

Next, the content on the paper broke.

Wen Jianyan's eyes darkened.

Obviously, a "patient" was connected by those "different" in some way, so the perverted killing started. He was arrested for a crime and sent to a mental hospital, and the "different" The contact method was obtained by the mental hospital.

From here, the progress of the matter was in line with his guess.

The upper echelons of the psychiatric hospital were bewitched, thinking that they were completing Ming's mission, and the influence they could bring was far greater than that of an ordinary person with a mental disorder. "Ping An Nursing Home" was conceived little by little.

While he was contemplating, suddenly, Wen Jianyan suddenly realized that something seemed to fall from between his fingers, and silently brushed against his fingertips, bringing a feeling almost itchy.

He was slightly taken aback, and looked down.

It was a piece of old kraft paper, the paper made of leather tanned was yellowed and old, and looked very soft, it fell silently into the center of the black box.

At that moment, Wen Jianyan's mind flashed what he had just seen in the autopsy report.

[A piece of blank kraft paper, without date or handwriting]

No.

In front of him, handwriting slowly emerged on the kraft paper.

Clear, sharp and regular.

Wen Jianyan's fingers trembled, and he almost snapped the box away.

He gasped.

Grass…

So, the epic props contained in this box are actually the contents found in the patient's stomach?

That kraft paper that drove the entire nursing home crazy?

"Dear Wen Jianyan, you," written standard Chinese on the kraft paper, "you can ask me three questions."

...any question is ok?

Even with those Fangzhu who don't know where they came from, and even with the Nightmare live broadcast room?

A dangerous thought flashed through his mind.

A few people at the side saw Wen Jianyan's complexion: "What happened?"

"…nothing."

Wen Jianyan shook her head.

A prop that can answer any question and does not limit the content... Before I "grope" its function clearly, I should not let anyone know of its existence.

more importantly…

The source of the stuff made Wen Jianyan wary.

He had obtained "living" props before, such as the remains of the Holy Infant. After it was activated, Wen Jianyan could clearly feel the emotions emanating from the props.

Love, dependence, desire to protect.

Although the kraft paper does not have an irrefutable human form like the ghost baby, being able to talk to people and even know his name is enough to make Wen Jianyan feel threatened.

In particular, the appearance of its [Ping An Sanatorium] copy has a direct "sexual" impact, and it is also very likely that it is a product created by those "different" for the purpose of "manipulating" human beings.

And Wen Jianyan didn't forget what he did in the last dungeon - finger stabbing.

He didn't think things would be harmless.

Su Cheng, who had been standing blankly by the side all this time, suddenly raised his head, as if he suddenly thought of something, and reacted from his dazed state:

"etc…"

He looked at Wen Jianyan with a strange expression on his face: "You just said that you are going to make this copy never reopen, right?"

Wen Jianyan said, "Yes."

"However, you are not going to use the two methods you just told us before..." Su Cheng's expression became even more serious.

The purpose of a copy is to create.

If you want to make it permanently disqualified from opening, you must either destroy it, or...

"You, you tell me the truth, you, you are not going to complete the ceremony, really create that so-called?"

Wen Jianyan paused.

He wanted to deny it, but...

Suddenly, his peripheral vision caught something.

Wen Jianyan was startled, and looked down.

The previous text on that piece of kraft paper disappeared at some point, and more text emerged.

"Complete the method of creation."

Chapter end