Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 316

In the dead silent room, the young man on the bed moved his eyelashes slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

Wen Jianyan woke up.

He propped himself on the edge of the bed and sat up, turning his head and looking around.

Everything was the same as it was before he fell asleep.

Huang Mao, who heard the movement, looked over and his eyes lit up slightly: "Captain! You're awake!"

Wen Jianyan nodded.

While turning over, he subconsciously touched his side abdomen—the clothes on his body had been half-dried by the body temperature, tightly covering the small piece of concealed skin, and he couldn't see the tricky skin inside. The golden-red lines, if it wasn't for the faint pain in the place touched by Wu Zhu before, it would almost make people think that nothing happened.

"How's your rest?"

Yun Bilan came over and asked.

"Well," Wen Jianyan put down her hand.

He shrugged and answered lightly, "Yes." "

He can't reveal what he did in his sleep, so he can only let others think that he is resting.

but…

Wen Jianyan glanced nonchalantly in Bai Xue's direction.

As soon as the other party sat on the soft chair in the corner of the room, he lowered his head without saying a word, his pale and bleeding face was immersed in the darkness, and he looked as silent and self-closing as before. It was hard to say whether he had found something strange.

However, even if the psychic found out something, Wen Jianyan was not worried.

He heard that the things he experienced were too unique. Whether it was a witch or a national snake, they were all top-secret existences in [Nightmare]. Without any clues, other anchors wanted to figure out the meaning What happened, there is almost no possibility.

In addition, Bai Xue has a reticent and borderline personality. Even if she really realizes that there is a change in her body, the possibility of speaking out is very low.

"so,"

Wen Jianyan looked at the teammates in front of him, "Did anything happen while I was asleep?"

The air was eerily quiet for a moment.

Chen Mo and the others paused and looked at each other.

Wen Jianyan was keenly aware of the strangeness, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"In short,"

Chen Mo took a deep breath, and walked over with a surprisingly serious expression on his face, "Captain, there is something I think you need to see. "

As he spoke, he put his hands into his pockets.

Wen Jianyan's eyes fell on the object he took out from his pocket, and his heart couldn't help but beat slightly.

It's the little black book.

Ever since I first told them how to complete the main mission of the dungeon, this little black book has never changed. Now that Chen Mo took it out, could it be...

An ominous premonition rose from my heart.

As if to prove Wen Jianyan's guess, Chen Mo turned to a page in the book, turned it around, and handed it to Wen Jianyan:

"Captain, look."

Wen Jianyan collected himself and looked down at the notebook.

On the blank, yellowed page were those few lines of familiar scarlet characters.

【Practice employee assessment】

【1 Please welcome a guest to check in at Xingwang Hotel】

However, I don't know when...

The third line appeared.

[2 Please meet the requirements of the guests at all costs]

Seeing this new command, Wen Jianyan couldn't help but suffocate slightly.

Chen Mo's voice sounded from the side, "We found this new instruction in this notebook not long before you woke up." Wen Jianyan looked up.

"Yes, actually we were hesitating whether to wake you up just now," Yun Bilan said, "I didn't expect you to wake up so timely. "

Wen Jianyan lowered his head again and looked at the notebook.

That line of words seemed to have just been written, presenting a fresh, rich scarlet that seemed to be flowing down, and looked even more eerie and ominous under the dim light.

He collected his thoughts and asked, "So, what are the requirements of the guests mentioned in the book, do you have any idea?"

Several people looked at each other and shook their heads.

"No."

To be precise, during the time when Wen Jianyan was asleep, nothing worth mentioning happened, and the whole corridor was extremely peaceful. Not only did no supernatural events happen, nor did any of the anchors enter their entire ring. Area—this line of small characters appeared without warning, and nothing unusual happened before or after.

If it wasn't for Chen Mo's sudden whim, they might not even have found such a line of writing on the notebook.

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Huang Mao hesitated for a moment, and said: "That..."

"I remember, the main mission of this dungeon doesn't have to be completed." He took a deep breath, summoned up his courage, and said weakly, "Maybe, we don't need to worry about it for the time being."

really.

[Prosperous Hotel] The main task of this dungeon has been marked on the identity card from the very beginning: "It is not necessary to complete".

That is to say, in this dungeon, the anchors do not have to become new employees here. If so, the so-called intern employee assessment must not be passed.

In other words, it is not necessary to follow the guidelines in the book to complete the task.

"I don't agree."

Yun Bilan frowned and said:

"Don't you remember how disgusting the so-called "unnecessary" of this sub-body is? It says unnecessary, but every step is forcing the anchor to choose the necessary path, otherwise he will be in this competition. Die... Lilu, we don't know the reason for this task yet, but it's better to follow it."

Huangmao: "But... these tasks are also traps, aren't they? What if it is like the first one, luring us into a worse situation?"

"However, inviting guests is beneficial to us, right? "

Chen Mo on the side spoke.

"Although pulling ghosts into the Xingwang Hotel will destroy its original stable and safe state, but under the premise that this situation will inevitably be broken, the more guests we pull into the hotel, the more benefits we will have, no? ?"

No one can convince anyone.

Finally, their eyes fell on Wen Jianyan: "Captain, what do you think?"

Wen Jianyan didn't answer right away.

After a few seconds, he raised his eyes and said slowly:

"To finish."

Wen Jianyan changed the subject, "However, it's not because of any of the reasons you just mentioned."

Several people were taken aback, "What?"

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath: "Do you still remember when I stopped you from taking the double portrait in the small town, and finally decided to take a long way and confront the "resident" to get the single portrait? "

Several people nodded.

To be honest, they still don't know why Wen Jianyan made such a decision in the first place.

No matter which direction you look at it, the double image will be a better choice. Not only can you draw more residents into your side, it will become a buff, and you can also avoid walking in the rain for too long and being stared at by unidentifiable ghosts— — But in the end, Wen Jianyan chose the most difficult and dangerous path.

Even after they left town and returned to the hotel, they never got a chance to ask why.

— until now.

"We have all realized before, how dark this dungeon is."

Wen Jianyan looked at the people in front of him:

"Since that's the case... do you think those so-called "ghosts" who were pulled into our camp would be such a good existence? "

The air fell into dead silence for a moment.

"The ghosts pulled into the hotel will kill the humans on the opposite side, but not the anchors on their own side. From this point of view, it can indeed become a driving force for our side, but the problem is..." Wen Jian said deeply Take a breath, "I have no doubt, all of this is conditional."

He turned over the notebook in his hand, tapped the words "at all costs" with his fingertips, and narrowed his eyes slightly:

"It confirmed my guess. "

Several people were startled, subconsciously chewing these six words repeatedly in their minds.

--at all costs.

"The ghost will help us, not because it has reason and conscience, and knows that we are on the same side... You have seen it before, and the ghost in this dungeon is not this type of existence."

"Can't communicate, can't negotiate, can't influence. They just kill.

"They don't kill us, just because they can't. "

Just like the "customers" in the copy of [Prosperity Building], in the first few floors, they are only temporarily unable to do anything. Once certain conditions are met or persecuted... this rule will no longer apply.

Huang Mao shivered involuntarily, showing a terrified expression:

"So, that's why you don't let us bring more guests into the hotel?"

"right."

Wen Jianyan nodded, closed the small notebook in his hand, and handed it back to Chen Mo: "Didn't you feel it? The core style of this dungeon is [maliciousness]."

"In order to win the battle against the hostile bacteria, the anchors kept pulling in the so-called "self-help" to Xingwang Hotel, but after they played a role, they found that their actions would bring more fear, The greater danger...how desperate will they be when it comes to recognizing this?"

Wen Jianyan suddenly smiled, his clear eyes gleaming in the dim light.

It is obviously a very gentle, almost innocent smile, but before that, it seems that there is something deeper and darker hidden, and at this moment, it is inexplicably chilling:

"At least, if I were the dungeon designer, and I had deep malice towards all the humans in this dungeon—I would do this."

Several people were shocked by the danger in the other party's smile.

Chen Mo frowned: "If this is the case, the priority of the task of completing the guest's request will be completely different from before... We must solve it as soon as possible."

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"Let's go."

Wen Jianyan stood up and walked towards the door: "The first thing we need to do now is to find out what the residents' requirements are." He put his hand on the doorknob and turned to look at everyone:

"So, I'm afraid we'll have to go back to the real 408 next."

A group of people left the room.

After confirming that there were no enemies around, they cautiously walked towards the stairwell.

During the whole process, No. 8 and No. 10 did not appear again, and they seemed to have left long ago.

Soon, Wen Jianyan and the others returned to the fourth floor.

After returning to their own territory, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Although the danger had not completely disappeared, at least they no longer had to worry about being discovered and surrounded by the black side at any time.

They walked quickly along the familiar corridor, and soon came to the door of 408.

The door was closed tightly.

The red light of [Do Not Disturb] is on, which is particularly dazzling in the dimly lit corridor. Everything looks the same as before.

At least that's how it looks from the outside.

The air was dead silent.

"Do you want to go in?"

Yun Bilan asked cautiously.

As soon as these words came out, everyone showed the same dignified look.

Although they know that, theoretically speaking, there is a high probability that the residents in the room will not attack them, but... this does not mean that they can walk into a dangerous room without psychological barriers, knowing that there are ghosts.

Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth, "I'm afraid we have no choice. "

After all, they don't have any other way of getting information.

He put his hand on the doorknob and pressed it down slowly.

The door was unlocked.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and exerted a little force inward——

After hearing a "squeak", the door was slowly pushed open.

There was no light in the room, and it was terrifyingly dark.

A damp and stench gushed out from the dark crack of the door, as if something had been dead in the room for a long time, making one almost out of breath.

Wen Jianyan subconsciously raised her hand to cover her mouth and nose.

With a cruel heart, he gritted his teeth and took the lead to walk towards the 408.

408 is very dark inside.

The lighting system, which was still working, failed after the arrival of the "residents" and could no longer work.

As soon as he entered the room, Wen Jianyan felt something was wrong.

The touch under the feet seems to be a little...? weird.

He lowered his head and looked at the area under his feet by the light in the corridor.

Soggy and sticky. It's like getting wet with water.

Wen Jianyan was startled, as if he suddenly thought of something.

He took out his phone from his pocket and turned on the front flashlight.

A pale light appeared, barely dispelling some of the darkness in front of him, moving slowly under the control of the phone owner, illuminating every corner of the room.

Faint wet marks ooze from under the old wallpaper, deeply and shallowly imprinted on the wall, the carpet has been wetted by water from nowhere, and it appears pitch-black under the light of the flashlight, which looks very strange.

Wen Jianyan frowned slowly.

He remembered the room where he met Wu Zhu in his "dream".

The wallpaper is mottled and peeling off, it is full of water marks, and the ground is full of dark puddles of water... If this trend continues, will this room become what it is in a dream?

So, will the painting part also—

"What's wrong? "

Yun Bilan from behind noticed something and asked.

Wen Jian said, "Nothing."

He shook his head, took a step, and walked carefully into the room.

The further you go, the darker the darkness becomes. Although the light from the flashlight in your hand has not weakened, it seems to be affected, and the area that can be illuminated is getting smaller and smaller.

If the darkness has any substance, it is overwhelming.

The temperature in the room was very low, and the cold and humid air carried a little smell of decaying corpses.

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All of them knew that there was a "ghost" in this room.

Although it is impossible to see it with the eyes, there is no doubt about it, and this makes everyone feel frightened and tense.

Wen Jianyan stood still cautiously.

He turned his phone around and took a picture of where the oil painting was.

The faint light of the flashlight illuminates the frame, and the oil painting framed within it.

Before the lights went out for the first time, the landscape painting they had seen had disappeared, replaced by a portrait of a woman.

— It was the oil painting they brought back from the rainy town.

The woman stood motionless in the painting, wearing a long black dress, her face seemed to be covered with a pale and stiff mask, which was very clear under the light. I don't know if it's an illusion...

I always feel that this painting seems to be much clearer than when I was in the rainy town before.

The yellow hair on the side gasped softly, "Wait, the drawing

Following Huangmao's prompt, Wen Jianyan moved the flashlight to shine on the lower edge of the painting.

Pale light skimmed across the rough canvas, illuminating the messy and dark wet marks on it—

Everyone's pupils shrank involuntarily.

Three numbers were written in big letters in messy and distorted handwriting.

[329]

It seems that this is the clue they are looking for - they need to go to this room according to the guidance on the painting, so as to know what the so-called "request" of the residents is.

Now that they got the clues, there is no need for them to stay here any longer.

Everyone looked at each other, understanding each other.

They turned around and quickly and methodically evacuated from 408.

408's door closed behind them.

The damp, dark, and smelly space was isolated behind the door panel, and the corridor illuminated by the dark red light appeared in front of everyone's eyes, which greatly relieved their tense emotions.

Everyone could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"So," Chen Mo collected himself, turned to look at Wen Jianyan, "then we're going to Room 329"

"…Yes. "

Wen Jianyan nodded.

Although he got the clue, but for some reason, his expression was very solemn, even worse than before entering 408.

Yun Bilan was keenly aware of this, "What's wrong, Captain?"

"There are two possibilities in room 329. "

Wen Jianyan turned his head and looked over, and the group of light Weng flashed, "First, the inside has already been occupied by the residents invited by the black side, which means that if we want to fulfill the requirements of 408 residents, we have to communicate with the residents inside." There was a head-on confrontation with the residents, if this is the case..."

"Ah? It's okay." Huang Mao showed a shocked expression.

"Yes,"

Wen Jianyan wiped his face with his hand, and said slowly, "Too badly, there are no guests inside."

The expressions of the others also darkened.

At that moment, they also realized the deep meaning hidden in Wen Jian's words.

If there are no guests in 329...

This also means that the residents are asking them to enter the rainy town through the oil painting in room 329 after the lights are turned off next time.

But the problem is that they were chased by the black team when they were on the second floor, and had to enter a room on the second floor to hide—according to the unspoken rules in the Xingwang Hotel, the oil painting in the first room they entered after the lights were turned on , will "follow" them, no matter which room they enter when the lights are off, the oil painting in that room will be the same.

This is a dangerous signal.

This means that they will not be able to enter the rainy town through the oil painting in room 329 after the lights are turned off next time. Even if they already know the clues, they will not be able to fulfill the request of the residents in the first place.

The air fell into a dead silence, and the atmosphere suddenly became dignified.

Wen Jianyan lowered her head, seemingly lost in thought.

"However, we have to go to the third floor to take a look," Chen Mo said, "At least we should survey the scene in advance, just in case. "

"That's right."

Wen Jianyan nodded and raised her eyes.

"However, we still have things to do before we go to the third floor. "

"Huh? What else to do? " Yun Bilan revealed a puzzled expression.

Wen Jianyan turned her head, her eyes fell on the end of the corridor, where a familiar figure could be vaguely seen. "That is"

Huang Mao was taken aback: "A member of Zhongshan Junqi's team?" "

"Yes. Wen Jianyan squinted his eyes, and a fleeting smile flickered across his thin lips, innocent and cunning, "Although this is against wood, it is also divided into camps, isn't it?"

"I think it's time for us to have a little communication with other anchors in the camp."

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