Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 4

Chapter Four

On the live broadcast square, the shortcut entrances of each live broadcast hall are arranged from top to bottom according to the viewing value.

Perhaps because there are too many newcomers, the live broadcast halls open this time are basically below C-level, and B-level and level halls are rare, which also makes the vast majority of viewers concentrate in those few high-level halls.

After all, the higher the difficulty, the stronger the appreciation.

Suddenly, someone saw a familiar novice level dungeon somewhere near the middle end.

【Ducai Middle School】...?

Isn't it a grade-D copy? Why is it ranked here?

— Could it be that the sorting of the system is wrong?

The audience was puzzled.

Seeing this, some curious viewers couldn't wait to go in, ready to see what happened with their own eyes.

After all, if it wasn't for the system sorting error...

Then there must be some variable in this D-level dungeon, which suddenly increased the system's judgment on the viewing value of the entire dungeon.

This kind of thing doesn't happen every day!

The terrified anchors crowded into the narrow corridor like sardines stuffed into a can. After the old hag's voice fell, all eyes fell on the young man at the end of the corridor instantly.

They looked bewildered, held their breath, and waited in fear.

Under the dim light, the corridor was narrow, and the green wall skin was mottled and peeled off, revealing dark gray stains.

The air was dead silent.

The 789326qwk live broadcast room was full of enthusiasm, which was completely opposite to the outside world.

With the influx of viewers in other live broadcast rooms, the number of online viewers displayed in the live broadcast room is increasing rapidly.

【Ding! The number of people online in the live broadcast room exceeded 1000]

【Ding! The number of people online in the live broadcast room exceeded 2000]

[Congratulations to the host for achieving the achievement: Newcomer!

Wow, the popularity in your live broadcast room is rising, your high-quality live broadcast has attracted more viewers, wavelet popularity is coming to your live broadcast room! 】

【Ding! The number of rewards in the live broadcast room exceeded 50! 】

[Congratulations to the host for achieving the achievement: a small gain!

Wow, more and more loyal fans are convinced by your charm, please the anchor work hard, keep working hard, let more people willingly open their wallets for you! 】

"Come from next door, I really didn't expect this trainee teacher to be an anchor, I was shocked."

"+1 from next door"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh how did the anchor get into the NPC team? I'm so curious, please make up for it!"

"Where is the history replay for newbies? I can't find the homepage. Can someone kindly show me the way?"

"Don't bother the ones ahead, don't waste time, anyway, this anchor is probably about to overturn hahahahahaha!"

"??? Why? What happened?"

Immediately afterwards, more gloating "hahaha" brushed across the barrage.

Although the audience who just came in are not clear, most of the other audiences have been watching from the beginning to the present.

The dean didn't ask anyone to get the list at all, it was all compiled by Wen Jianyan, and the crumpled booklet is now in Wen Jianyan's pocket.

As for the "recopied backup list", there is absolutely no such thing.

However, the burden of roll call fell on Wen Jianyan's shoulders - he either honestly said that he didn't copy it at all, or he had to take out the booklet in his pocket and read it.

However, no matter how he chooses, it will be contrary to his lie at the beginning, and it will definitely arouse suspicion.

And "doubt" is like water poured on a sandcastle, which can disintegrate lies that cannot withstand scrutiny.

This is the case in reality, not to mention that it is still in the dungeon now.

With the temperament of the old hag, it is absolutely impossible to let go of such an opportunity.

Once caught, this anchor who is full of lies will surely die.

It seems that this anchor's short and brilliant career is probably coming to an end. Although he said it was a pity, most of the audience became more excited.

After all, if the car is overturned, of course the harder it is overturned, the better it looks.

The entire corridor was enveloped in a suffocating silence.

All eyes fell on Wen Jianyan.

The tall woman with a fleshy face turned slightly sideways, and a pair of small, vicious and dark eyes like jackals looked over from the slit on the side of the glasses. There was a shimmer in the eyes, like the sharp flash of a sharp blade a second before the guillotine fell.

Dim lights flickered overhead, and the light was refracted on the edge of the somewhat crooked lenses, blocking the expression in the young man's eyes.

His face looked pale and weak under the light, his lips were pursed, and then calmly and slowly, he reached into his pocket little by little.

The audience in front of the screen held their breath subconsciously, watching the anchor's every move greedily.

Soon, Wen Jianyan pulled his fingers out of his pocket.

I saw a piece of white paper folded in four in his hand, as if torn from a notebook, wrinkled, with irregular marks on the edges, and scribbled handwriting faintly visible on the side.

Wen Jianyan unfolded the paper.

The rustling sound of paper rubbing against each other echoed in the dead corridor, making one's heart beat faster.

"Jiang Ze."

The youth's voice sounded in the corridor, gentle and clear.

The audience in the live broadcast room were stunned.

"?? How did you read it?"

"What's the situation? Is the anchor trying to get by by making up?"

After a few seconds of silence, a weak voice sounded from the end of the corridor, and responded in a low voice:

"…arrive."

"Zhou Fangyuan."

"arrive."

Wen Jianyan read one name after another, and every time he read a name, there would be a high or low response from the crowd.

This is absolutely impossible to make up.

What's going on, did he really copy a copy when the audience didn't notice?

When did this happen? I have no impression at all!

As if to answer the doubts in the hearts of the audience, the camera in the live broadcast room moved, zoomed in, and zoomed in again.

It finally landed on the piece of paper in Wen Jianyan's hand.

The creases on the white paper were still crumpled, and a few lines were written in extremely scrawled handwriting:

【Scallion, cabbage, garlic, pork, chili

Remember to buy toothpaste and washing powder】

A dense "???" floated in the live broadcast room

This, this is...

shopping list? ? ?

Wen Jianyan lowered her head, stared at the few short lines on the shopping list without changing her expression, and continued reading with great confidence.

"Zhao Runcheng."

"arrive."

"Yes."

"arrive."

After realizing what happened, the barrage exploded.

"??? The anchor memorized the list!"

"Damn, what kind of memory is this! Do you have a photographic memory!"

"Not necessarily? Maybe he had expected this to happen, so he secretly memorized it or something. After all, there are only a dozen or so names."

"Isn't the person in front talking too brainy? Isn't it more difficult? What kind of pre-judgment level is this!"

Soon, except for Cheng Wei who "did not enroll", everyone else was called.

The old hag stood where she was, squinted her eyes and looked around slowly, and let out a cold snort from her nasal cavity, but it was impossible to tell whether she was satisfied or disappointed.

She turned around: "Let's go."

Wen Jianyan let out a slow breath, refolded the paper and stuffed it into his pocket.

By the way, he secretly rubbed his wet palm on his pants.

so close.

Fortunately, his career is too high-risk, so he has developed the habit of subconsciously memorizing all the important information in front of him, firstly, to prevent his lying from being exposed, and secondly, to act on the spot at a critical moment.

After all, the point of a lie is in the details.

Even an insignificant detail, if neglected, could cost a life.

He took a deep breath, turned his head to look at the anchors behind him, and raised his chin:

"Didn't you hear Teacher Yang's words? Follow up."

Just now, the bullet screens who were still lamenting the anchor's extraordinary memory and prediction ability were silent, and the wind direction suddenly changed:

"Grass, a fox pretends to be a tiger."

"Grass, the villain will succeed."

"shameless!"

"shameless!!"

The rest of the anchors looked at each other in blank dismay, stepped forward in fear, and followed behind Wen Jianyan.

The old witch went straight downstairs and walked towards the outside of the dormitory building.

It was dark.

The small campus is immersed in the burning dusk, like a small cardboard box that is about to be crushed.

A few tens of meters away from the dormitory building was a low building with only one floor. The door was open, exposing the watery gray-black concrete floor.

Like a restaurant.

There are several rows of gray-yellow long tables lined up inside. The paint on the tabletops is peeling off, and it looks greasy under the dim light, as if it has not been carefully cleaned for many years.

At the end of the dining room are two school desks pushed together.

Huge food bowls made of white iron were placed side by side on top, steaming outwards.

The old hag stopped at the entrance of the cafeteria, turned her head to look at the boarders behind her, and said coldly:

"arrive."

The woman looked around, her tall figure brought a terrible sense of oppression.

The anchors gathered together silently, waiting for each other to speak.

I saw the old hag raised her stubby finger and pointed at the cabinet next to her: "Your lunch boxes are all there. Remember to put them back after you wash them after eating. If you lose them, you will have to pay for it."

The old hag pointed to the clock hanging on the wall of the cafeteria again:

"After eating and washing the dishes, go back to the dormitory by yourself. The door of the dormitory building is 9:30 at night."

She grinned, and the maliciousness in her expression could hardly be concealed: "If you don't come back on time, I won't let you in."

"Okay, let's move freely."

After finishing speaking, the old witch turned around and walked towards the dormitory building while humming.

Because they were very close, Wen Jianyan heard the last few words she sang this time:

"...to agree with one's mind..."

She hummed that unspeakable ditty, and her tall and fat body quickly disappeared into the sinking night.

Wen Jianyan was stunned for a moment, and quickly came back to his senses.

He stepped forward, clapped his palms, and said loudly:

"Did everyone hear what Teacher Yang said? The freshmen who have received their lunch boxes come here to gather and line up in two rows to get lunch."

As a skilled liar, he has integrated into the role of "trainee teacher" without psychological barriers.

In just a few words, Wen Jianyan not only transferred the power of the old witch to himself, but also became the one who controlled the overall situation very naturally.

Streamers instinctively follow the dictates of authority.

After a short period of confusion, everyone packed their lunch boxes and lined up in two rows at the entrance of the cafeteria.

Wen Jianyan nodded without changing his face, and said with satisfaction:

"Come in."

So, the counterfeit took two rows of boarding students into the cafeteria with peace of mind, and commanded them to line up for dinner in a pretentious manner.

The cook is an old crooked old woman, her eyes are cloudy, her fingers are wrinkled like bark, and she is holding the rice spoon tremblingly, and the white iron rice spoon makes a harsh sound when it scratches the bottom of the basin.

Dinner was something like some type of porridge.

There is a layer of oil flakes floating on the turbid yellow-white, and in the viscous semi-liquid liquid, white fat meat, sparse rice grains and soft noodles are mixed at the bottom of the spoon, exuding a smell that makes people lose their appetite.

She mechanically served the students spoonfuls of rice.

The moment each anchor saw the food in his bowl, an indescribable complex expression appeared on his face.

They held the rice bowls with disheveled faces, and chose a seat on the long table to sit down.

When all the students had finished eating, the old woman bent down tremblingly, ready to pick up the big iron basin with only a foundation left in front of her.

Wen Jianyan strode forward and took the basin from the opponent's hand without any explanation:

"I'll come, you just need to rest."

His posture was gentle and humble, and he looked at the old woman in front of him with great concern.

—Whether it was giving orders at the door, or organizing everyone to line up to enter the cafeteria, Wen Jianyan was already preparing for the conversation at this time.

"Which direction are you going?" he asked.

The old woman raised a bark-like finger and pointed to the back of the cafeteria.

Wen Jianyan slowed down and walked side by side in that direction.

The old woman raised her cloudy eyes, turned to look at the young man beside her, and asked in an old voice:

"Young man, you are new to me, what's your name?"

Wen Jianyan pursed her lips shyly: "I just came here today, you can just call me Xiao Zhao. I am Director Shen's distant nephew. I just graduated a while ago, so I want to come to my uncle to help find a job this time."

"oh oh…"

"Uncle asked me to find Teacher Yang and ask her to show me around the school, but..."

"but?"

Wen Jianyan shook her head, and quickly raised a disguised smile: "Yeah, it's nothing, that is, Teacher Yang seems to be busy, so... let me stay and help organize discipline, and then left in a hurry."

He hesitated for a moment, pursed his lips, and asked uneasily:

"I... Did I do something wrong?"

[Inside the 789326qwk live broadcast room]

“…the smell of tea”

“…full of tea”

"Just now he was an intern teacher, but now he is Director Shen's nephew. I want to see how many more identities he can make up."

"…Simple, simple way of being a human being."

This veiled way of answering clearly made the other party understand something immediately.

The old woman sighed, a trace of gloom flitted across her face, she stretched out her hand to pat Wen Jianyan's shoulder, and said kindly: "Don't take it too seriously, Teacher Yang, she... well, she's always been like this, not on purpose Against you."

"It's okay, if you have any questions in the future, you can ask me."

"Eh, really? Thank you."

Wen Jianyan showed a flattered smile.

A ray of smile reached deep into his eyes.

Sure enough, when dealing with such elders, the combination of a favorable background and an appropriate show of weakness is the fastest way to obtain information.

The two walked and chatted.

Wen Jianyan kept his words calm, keeping all the information from the other party's mouth firmly in his heart.

Before he knew it, Wen Jianyan had arrived in the back kitchen.

Compared with the restaurant in front, the back kitchen is narrower and filthier. There is a sour and turbid smell from the mixed fermentation in the air. The blue swill bucket placed aside is half-filled, and the inner edge of the outer wall is covered with thick residue and dirt. There is **** everywhere.

Under the command of the old woman, Wen Jianyan poured the remaining soup in the bowl into the slop bucket, and then placed the empty bowl beside the chopping board.

Just as he was about to turn around and say goodbye, his eyes suddenly paused slightly.

Not far from the chopping board is a sink.

A layer of grayish-yellow water couldn't flow down, and it accumulated in the sink. In the turbid water, several strands of black oily hair slowly floated, long, entwined around the mouth of the sewer like a living thing.

Wen Jianyan subconsciously cast a glance at the top of the old woman's head.

Short hair, gray and dry.

At this moment, a shrill scream came from the direction of the cafeteria, piercing the night like a sharp knife, it was frightening.

Wen Jianyan was taken aback.

In the next second, he reacted immediately, said goodbye to the other party hastily, then turned around and walked towards the direction of the sound.

However, before he could take a few steps, the trembling old voice sounded from behind:

"That's right...boy."

Wen Jianyan paused and turned to look.

The old woman opened her cloudy eyes, her bark-like wrinkled face trembled slightly, and said in a very low voice:

"Stay away from the fourth floor of the dormitory."

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank.

Before he could ask anything, the old woman turned around and slowly disappeared into the depths of the cafeteria with three waving steps.

In the cafeteria, the tables and chairs fell to the ground in a mess, and the sound of hurried footsteps and panicked screams mixed into noisy waves, and there was chaos everywhere.

An anchor fell down in embarrassment beside the sink, with an overturned food bowl at his feet, and the yellow and white soup was spilled all over the floor. His long, jet-black hair was pulled out mixed with saliva, forming a sticky mass. Lie on the ground.

However, he was still vomiting crazily, scratching his throat with trembling fingers, as if there was something still stuck in his throat.

"vomit-"

The anchor arched his back convulsively and made a horrible retching sound.

"what happens?"

"What... what's going on here?"

Several anchors gathered together and asked in disbelief.

"It's against the rules."

A cool voice came from not far away.

The novice anchors were startled, and turned to look in the direction of the voice.

They remembered that the man who spoke was a senior anchor named Kong Shixing.

There are two other senior anchors who seem to be on the same team as him, and the three of them stay together all the time.

Kong Shixing stood aside with his arms folded, his expression indifferent: "This kind of D-level dungeon is generally not too difficult, the key point is to be obedient, as long as you act under the premise of abiding by the rules, start a live broadcast, and do the main and branch routes of the system. Quests, generally speaking, can make up the necessary survival time—of course, the premise is that you don't violate the rules.”

Those novice anchors felt a little cold behind:

"Violation, violation?"

"Instead of gathering here and thinking wildly, you might as well ask around and find out how this unlucky guy violated the rules, so that you can avoid risks in the future."

Su Cheng, who was standing aside, heard all their conversations.

He swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly, and he said, "I, I seem to know."

Hearing this, the eyes of several other people turned to him.

"He said just now, who knows if there is any problem with the food here, and if you eat it, there will be no accidents, so he wants to secretly pour the contents of the bowl into the sink while the NPC is not present..."

This statement does sound reasonable.

In addition, the soup and rice here look really bad, like swill, even if it is poured out, it is not a pity, so I got the approval of several anchors, and they came to the pool with him carrying the rice bowl .

However, the moment the leading man poured out the soup and rice, a look of pain suddenly appeared on his face.

The rice bowl fell to the ground with a clang, and a mouthful of untouched rice and soup spilled all over the floor.

The other anchors were frightened and couldn't help but retreat one after another. No one dared to approach the pool anymore.

Then, long jet-black hair began to be gushed out of the anchor's mouth.

While Su Cheng was describing, he squeezed the rice bowl in his sweaty hands, and his voice became a little unstable.

The few people who listened carefully were startled.

They suddenly realized something, and suddenly turned their heads to look aside—

On one side of the wall in the canteen, there were eight mottled and faded characters written:

"Saving is glorious, waste is shameful."

Kong Shixing narrowed his eyes and said, "So that's the case, then this is one of the rules."

After his words fell, several other anchors looked at the almost unmoved soup and rice in their bowls, and their expressions changed a few times.

It seems...they must eat this meal.

Not only have to eat, but also have to eat clean, not a single grain of rice can be left behind.

Outside the door, Wen Jianyan stood with arms folded, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

-"rule."

It seems that this is the key word.

The overall game was not much different from his guess, which made Wen Jianyan heave a long sigh of relief.

After all, it is much easier to have rules than ghosts who kill people indiscriminately.

As long as there are rules, loopholes are bound to be found.

Once a loophole is found, the rule can be exploited in reverse.

Moreover, perhaps because the level of the copy is not high, the judgment of the rules here is obviously not strict, otherwise Wen Jianyan would not have taken advantage of the loophole and successfully mixed into the teacher team.

At this moment, the vomiting anchor suddenly bent down, and finally let out a heart-piercing violent retch—

"vomit!"

"Patter."

There was a crisp landing sound.

Several white molars mixed with blood and saliva landed on the ground, and the small, fingernail-sized teeth rolled on the ground, grunting, until one of them rolled all the way in front of Wen Jianyan, and then slowly stopped .

The pale, **** tooth stayed at the edge of the line of sight, looking extremely strange.

Wen Jianyan stared at it and felt a chill rise up his back.

The small red cloth bag that was forgotten in his pocket seemed to suddenly become heavy, and it fell heavily in his trouser pocket, sticking to his thigh, making his skin burn for no reason, almost a little unbearable.

…molar?

Could this be related to the "hidden object" he found earlier?

At this moment, a familiar mechanical voice suddenly sounded in Wen Jianyan's ear:

"Ding! It is detected that the conditions are met, and the hidden branch line is opening—"

wait wait wait?

Wen Jianyan panicked.

Before he could react, he saw strands of jet-black hair spreading over without warning, wrapping tightly around his wrists and ankles, icy cold and greasy, twisted tightly like a living thing.

"The hidden branch is opened!"

The moment the voice fell, Wen Jianyan suddenly felt dark.

This feeling is so familiar.

The moment he entered the instance with him was simply...

Exactly the same.

Before Wen Jianyan lost consciousness, there was only one last sentence left in his mind——

Garbage live broadcast room, I hate you!

Chapter end