Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 393

Chapter 393

In just a few words, Wen Jianyan became acquainted with these two anxious-looking "freshmen".

The bearded streamer is called Brother Hu, and his flower-armed brother is called Abao. Both of them are B-level streamers, and they are obviously the right level for this dungeon.

"Hey, what about you? What's your name buddy?" Brother Hu asked.

Wen Jianyan smiled: "You can just call me Xiao Wen."

"No problem! Since it's fate to be assigned to a dormitory," Ah Bao patted his chest and said, "I'll cover you buddy!"

"Really?" Wen Jianyan blinked and nodded obediently: "Okay, thank you Brother Bao."

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"He hesitated to speak."

"Stop talking and wanting."

"A certain S-level anchor, No. 008 on the ranking list, Mr. Pinocchio, a member of the secret council... Would you like some face?"

"Be a person!!"

"By the way," Wen Jianyan thought of something, and asked, "Have you registered your name with the senior girl downstairs?"

The two were startled, and looked at each other: "It's registered, what's the matter?"

"fine."

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, covering her eyes.

As he thought, even if he was registered, there would be no immediate danger, but this was also an opportunity for him, an opportunity to figure out what would happen if he left his name.

While several people were talking, footsteps came from outside again.

They stopped talking and looked towards the door.

"...Damn, the number of this dormitory is really unlucky—"

This time there were four people, they should be from the same team. The leader looked very young, with a long thin face and an arrogant and domineering expression.

He stopped talking and didn't continue talking.

The thin and long face swept around the room, and went straight to Wen Jianyan:

"Hey you."

Wen Jianyan: "Me?"

"Yes, it's you." He raised his chin, "Stand up and move up, I want this bed."

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"I'm afraid I want to pick up soft persimmons."

"Hahahahahahahahahaha, I finally picked the hardest one."

"I can't stand it, who do you provoke and it's not good to provoke him?"

Unexpectedly, Brother Hu stood up before Wen Jianyan had time to speak:

"Wait a minute."

He raised his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows: "What's going on?"

The thin face glanced at him.

They seem to have met downstairs, knowing that they are not from the same team as Wen Jianyan, "Don't mind your own business."

"Why is it a nonsense?"

Abao stood up. He had big arms and a round waist. On his tendon-filled arms was a very threatening dragon and tiger tattoo. He sneered: "This is my brother. What you are looking for him is what you are looking for me."

"First come, first served, understand?" Brother Hu on the side said, "Don't compare yourself if you come late, choose a spare place to sleep, and don't think about taking other people's seats all day long."

For a moment, the entire dormitory was full of swords and swords, and the air suddenly became extremely oppressive, as if you could see materialized sparks.

"Okay, okay," Wen Jianyan stood up with a smile to smooth things over, "Brother Hu Bao, thank you for helping me speak."

He looked at the thin face and said:

"Since you want it, this position will be given to you."

The young man with light hair and light eyes stood up, seemingly sincere: "We are all classmates, there is no need to have conflicts over such trivial matters."

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"ha?"

"Is this going to be given to them?"

"I just checked, and the highest anchor on the opposite side is only , I'm afraid of a fart, just go straight!"

"Come on, don't put the God's perspective on the front. Now it's very close to the time to turn off the lights, and the other teammates of the anchor are on other floors. Even if the level is crushed, so what, isn't it still more enemies with fewer enemies? At this time, conflicts broke out Who knows what will happen, one more thing is worse than one less thing."

"...Humph." The thin-faced young man glanced up and down at Wen Jianyan, and let out a disdainful snort from his nose, "It's pretty sensible."

"it does not matter."

Wen Jianyan looked at Brother Hu, Abao, who was beside him with a displeased face, and smiled and blinked:

"Anyway, I prefer the upper bunk."

Now that he said that, the two of them couldn't say anything more, and sat back down again, but they looked at Wen Jianyan with extremely complicated eyes, as if they were looking at some poor little boy who had been bullied and didn't fight back.

Before turning off the lights, Wen Jianyan left the dormitory and walked around as much as possible.

Compared with other floors, the occupancy rate of this floor is not high, but there are also many dormitories occupied by people, and most of the teams have been broken up, but the degree of breakup is not the same. .

The other places are similar to what the dormitory manager said, the two ends of the corridor are the bathrooms.

In the old-fashioned squatting toilet, it takes a while after the tap is turned on to pour out muddy sewage with a rusty smell.

It seems that the crisis of this dungeon is not urgent, at least until now, Wen Jianyan has not found anything worth noting.

Ten minutes before the lights were turned off, Wen Jianyan returned to bedroom 404.

Others who left the dormitory also arrived one after another.

Due to the small conflict that just happened, the atmosphere in the dormitory was not relaxed, and no one spoke.

Minutes to go before lights out.

Wen Jianyan climbed onto the bed along the ladder next to her.

As soon as he lay down, he felt a gloomy coldness climb up, making him shiver involuntarily.

Wen Jianyan was startled, and glanced at the blue blood bar in the upper right corner.

All are unchanged.

One minute to go before lights out.

The sound of activities outside the door has completely disappeared. Obviously, all the anchors know that turning off the lights at eleven o'clock is a very important key point in this dungeon, and it is also the best time for them to figure out the rules of the dungeon.

When the hour hand pointed to eleven o'clock, there was a beeping sound outside the door. It sounded like some kind of machine, and it sounded familiar to everyone:

"Lights out, lights out!"

The voice of the housekeeper's aunt resounded far outside the door.

In the next second, all the lights went out.

The dormitory and corridors were all plunged into pitch blackness, and there was a dead silence in the darkness, only the sound of shallow breathing one after another could be heard in the dormitory.

No one is asleep.

Wen Jianyan lay in the dark, breathing lightly, staring at the gray mosquito net above his head.

It came with the dormitory, and he had put it down before the lights were turned off—like every normal college student.

I don't know why, but the cold feeling didn't decrease but increased, and it spread to the whole body along the part next to the bed board.

Immediately afterwards, a strong drowsiness hit.

Wen Jianyan was shocked.

This is definitely not a normal drowsiness, but a drowsiness forced by certain rules.

Even though he was clear in his heart, Wen Jianyan could still clearly feel that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, as if being filled with lead, being pulled down a little bit.

must, must...

He desperately stayed awake, exhausted all his willpower to resist the flood of drowsiness, opened his backpack, and activated one of the props.

A small bone bell appeared in the darkness, and was quietly hung on the head of the bed.

In the next second, Wen Jianyan could no longer resist the unstoppable intense drowsiness. His eyelids instantly dropped and closed tightly. In the dark bedroom, his consciousness also gradually dived into the depths, gradually falling into Into the darkness.

There was a dead silence in the bedroom.

The sound of deep, deep sleep breathing came and went.

Late at night.

On the upper bunk, the young man's eyes were closed tightly, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he had not slept soundly, but he still couldn't wake up from the nightmare.

The lowered mosquito net swayed slightly in the darkness, and invisible shadows lurked and wriggled in the corner of the bedroom.

Creak, creak, creak.

There was a thin scratching sound, as if someone was scratching the bed board with their nails, making a harsh scratching sound.

cold.

so cold.

As if the whole person fell into the ice cave of winter night, from

Cold air oozes from the cracks in the bones, and every muscle is contracting and trembling.

The young man's brows were tightly wrinkled, and he curled up under the erosion of invisible coldness.

In the darkness, one could vaguely see a bluish-white hand protruding slowly from the gap near the wall. It stretched out towards the sleeping young man, and the distance shortened little by little—

"Ding ding."

There was a subtle sound of bones colliding.

Although there was no wind, the pale bone bell hanging on the bed began to shake slightly, making a very soft sound, but the sound was inexplicably penetrating.

Wen Jianyan suddenly opened his eyes.

His chest heaved rapidly, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and there was no sleepiness in his eyes.

He turned his head and looked towards the gap in the wall behind him.

Nothing at all.

Although not being able to see it doesn't mean it doesn't really exist, Wen Jianyan still let out a sigh of relief.

He wasn't sure if what had just happened was a dream.

At that time, his body was as heavy as a stone, but his consciousness was floating high in the air, watching the bluish-white hand exuding a cold aura slowly protruding from the gap towards himself in deep sleep He climbed up, but he seemed to be crushed by a ghost, unable to move at all. At the moment when the bone bell sounded, he finally regained control of his body.

Wen Jianyan was lying on the upper bunk bed, dripping with cold sweat.

He let out a slow breath.

At least woke up.

Suddenly, at this moment, a slight sound of rubbing came from outside the bedroom.

Because it was too quiet in the dark, it was particularly ear-piercing, and it caught all of Wen Jianyan's attention almost instantly.

Wen Jianyan's back felt cold, he held his breath subconsciously, and looked in the direction of the sound.

The door of the dormitory was closed tightly, and there were slight, slightly dragging footsteps outside.

"Cha, cha, cha."

Dorm?

As soon as this thought came to mind, Wen Jianyan cut it off.

Absolutely not.

When he was going upstairs before, he had noticed the footsteps of the dormitory officer, heavy and strong, and every time he made a slight tremor on the ground, it was not like the footsteps now...

Soft, slow, and cold.

The footsteps came closer, and finally—stopped at their door.

Wen Jianyan's heart rose to his throat.

"Squeak."

The bedroom door was pushed open from the outside.

The hoarse sound made by the turning of the door shaft was especially clear in the middle of the night, which made people tremble and tense up.

Wen Jianyan held his breath, slightly changed the angle of his head, and looked forward over the mosquito net.

There seemed to be someone standing outside the door.

I couldn't see clearly in the dark, only a dark figure could be seen.

"Cha, cha, cha."

The ghostly figure walked in.

It stopped on the lower bunk on the right.

Wen Jianyan remembered that it was the position of one of the long and thin faces.

In the darkness, it silently lifted the mosquito net, making a slight rustling sound.

Immediately afterwards, it slowly bent down and poked its upper body in little by little.

A layer of cold sweat broke out again on Wen Jianyan's back.

The arc of that shadow bending over is very deep, that is to say...it is very close to the sleeping person, even face to face.

Time passed minute by minute.

The shadow remained motionless.

Lying in the dark, Wen Jianyan felt that his body was beginning to become stiff, and the muscles all over his body ached due to excessive tension, bringing a strong sense of fatigue.

He stared into the darkness until his eyes started to dry out and hurt.

I don't know how long it has passed.

After a long silence, the figure finally straightened up gradually, and slowly retreated from the side of the bed amidst rustling noises.

However, before Wen Jianyan could breathe a sigh of relief, the slight "chacha" sounded again.

The shadow didn't leave the bedroom, but went to the next bed in the room.

that location...

It seems to be a leopard?

The shadow bent down again.

However, at this moment, Wen Jianyan's tense body finally seemed to be unable to hold on, and his back involuntarily leaned back.

"Squeak!"

The old bed board made a hoarse sound under the pressure of the adult male's weight, and there was a dead silence in the bedroom. In the suffocating silence, the sound of the bed board became especially clear.

not good!

A thought flashed through his mind quickly.

As if to confirm Wen Jianyan's thoughts, the shadow straightened up from Abao's bed, turned his head, and seemed to be looking in this direction from the darkness.

Wen Jianyan was shocked.

He snapped his eyes shut, his heart beating wildly.

"Cha, cha, cha."

Soft footsteps sounded again.

This time, it's heading in that direction.

Wen Jianyan controlled his breathing rate, making it deep and heavy, like a person in deep sleep, while relaxing his muscles and remaining motionless.

"Crack, crack."

The footsteps came closer.

It stopped by the bed.

Wen Jianyan's eyes were closed tightly, his heart was beating like a drum, and cold sweat was seeping from his palms.

Immediately afterwards, a rustling sound sounded from beside him.

It was as if someone had lifted his mosquito net.

rustle.

rustle.

Something poked in from outside.

In the dark room, Wen Jianyan could feel a dark shadow cast on his face.

A chill ran up his spine in an instant, making his hair stand on end.

You know, he slept on the upper bunk.

However, during the whole process of the shadow approaching, Wen Jianyan didn't feel any vibration in his bed.

In other words, no matter what the thing that came was, it didn't climb up the ladder, but stood beside his bed, lifted the mosquito net directly, and leaned inward...

In his mind, the imagination activated by adrenaline became overactive, and he instantly outlined a strange elongated figure, bending down beside his bed, and poking his head into the mosquito net.

Wen Jianyan kept his eyes closed and gritted his teeth faintly.

Under the thin eyelids, the eyeballs are motionless.

He knew that in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, a face was slowly descending, getting closer little by little, looking down at him quietly and without saying a word.

Wen Jianyan's breathing was steady.

He could hear his own intense heartbeat, as if the heart was about to leave his body, it hit his ribs crazily, making a "bang bang bang bang" sound, and the blood flow hit the eardrum, making an excessively tense humming.

The bedroom is so quiet.

The sound of the heartbeat seemed to be amplified as well.

Wen Jianyan became tense uncontrollably. He could control the muscles of his face and the frequency of his breathing, but he couldn't control his heartbeat.

So loud, can it really not be heard?

An extremely cold breath seeped into his face.

Wen Jianyan felt something tickle against the bridge of his nose in the darkness.

like...

hair.

Even without opening his eyes, he can still feel that the distance between the other person's face and himself is getting closer and closer, until finally there may only be a few centimeters away—

But even so close, Wen Jianyan couldn't feel the other person's breath.

In other words, the other party wasn't breathing at all.

There is only boundless eerie coldness. .Please keep in mind:,.

Chapter end