Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 43

Chapter Forty-Three

Wen Jianyan dried her hands dejectedly.

He dug out a medical kit from the bathroom, wrapped a bandage around his wrist a few times, and covered the faintly visible spell lines on the back of his hand.

This pattern is really weird and special. Although Wen Jianyan has not yet figured out why it appeared on his skin, nor does he know whether it will affect his next live broadcast, but just to be on the safe side, he does not Don't plan to let it be exposed without any cover.

"Gulu Gulu."

At this moment, the screwed water faucet made a strange hollow sound, which seemed particularly strange in the empty bathroom.

Wen Jianyan was startled, subconsciously raised her head, and looked in the direction of the voice.

I don't know if it's his illusion...

I always feel that the movement of my own image in the mirror seems to have a slight time difference from reality.

The lights were as bright as ever, coming down from overhead.

The face of the young man was reflected in the mirror, his face was slightly pale, his eyes were bright amber, although his expression was calm, but a slight sense of tension could be seen in the slightly tensed Adam's apple and shoulders.

The face in the mirror is so familiar, there is no difference from usual, but, as the time of staring at each other grows, an inexplicable sense of disharmony gradually expands.

I don't know if it is a psychological reason, but the person in the mirror seems to be more and more strange.

Wen Jianyan felt a layer of cold sweat rising from his back, he took out his mobile phone as quickly as possible, and glanced at the ID card covertly.

No abnormal decrease in remaining survival time occurred.

At least it shows that he has not triggered any death trap now.

Wen Jianyan collected himself and retreated from the bathroom as quickly as possible.

He left Room 1025 and came to the corridor.

This apartment building is quite old, and it is a long straight structure.

In the narrow corridor, the light is dim, the wall skin is peeling off, and small advertisements like psoriasis are pasted on the electric box, one layer after another, with scratches and pits, and all kinds of sundries are piled up at the door of each house, flat Cardboard boxes, bags of sour-smelling kitchen waste, and old bicycles leaning crookedly against the wall occupy most of the corridor space.

As soon as he closed the door, he ran into a neighbor who came out from the opposite door carrying garbage.

It was a middle-aged woman in her forties, she was obviously taken aback when she saw Wen Jianyan: "You are..."

"Hi, I'm Cai Feng's nephew."

With a friendly smile on his face, Wen Jianyan took the lead in introducing himself: "I'm staying here for the past two days."

"Oh oh oh." There was a sudden look on the other party's face: "So that's how it is."

At this time, Wen Jianyan thought of something. He took out a copper coin made of yellow paper from his pocket, and stuffed it into the neighbor's hand: "By the way, this is for you."

The neighbor was taken aback: "This is..."

"My aunt entrusted me to ask for it from my master some time ago. It is considered fate to meet here, so I will give it to you."

Wen Jianyan babbled nonsense without blinking.

The neighbor subconsciously squeezed the copper coins into his palm, looked at the inexplicably fairy-like young man in surprise, and asked cautiously, "You... your master?"

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes and smiled at her: "It's just an ordinary Fengshui master, nothing special."

The neighbor seemed to think of something, and slowly widened his eyes:

"Could it be...you came because of...what happened in this building?"

"Probably." Wen Jianyan said with a harmless smile, "Although my aunt briefly described the strange things that happened recently to me, she didn't seem to want to talk about what happened on other floors. I also think it doesn't matter, but after I came here, I found that things might not be as simple as I imagined."

"Tomorrow is the Ghost Festival. For safety's sake, she and her husband went out to live at my suggestion."

The tall young man lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes were clear and sincere, and it was almost impossible to refuse any of his requests: "Excuse me...can you simply answer a few questions for me?"

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Good guy, this is the level of clichés at the textbook level!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha **** **** Mr. Feng Shui, this **** is too proficient in metaphysics!"

"As far as how many personal series can be fooled by a piece of oil paper, I laughed so hard, how many times do you need to use this paper coin!"

Fifteen minutes later, Wen Jianyan left the neighbor's house.

From this person, he didn't get much information.

For some unknown reason, the other party was vague and evasive on many key details, and seemed unwilling to talk more. Even if Wen Jianyan asked, she would lie and skip it—Wen Jianyan is very sensitive to lies, The strangeness of the other party's attitude can hardly be concealed from him.

It's obviously life-threatening, but they still keep their mouths shut. It seems that the water in this dungeon is very deep.

However, Wen Jianyan was not completely without gains.

Regarding 1304, where he was going to go next, the other party said a lot of useful things.

A month ago, there was a massacre in 1304. It is said that the dinner was poisoned, and all four members of the family were poisoned to death. The family's mother-in-law lived opposite them, and she was the first to discover the murder scene. The death of the family and the tragic murder scene greatly stimulated the old man, and he went crazy soon after.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes covered her thoughtful expression.

As the difficulty increased, the dungeons he experienced seemed to become more and more specific and detailed. Not only the number of ordinary NPCs was increasing, but even the map was expanding.

The original map of Decai Middle School was not too big, and the places outside the campus were shrouded in darkness, while the map of Fukang Private General Hospital was much more complete. Standing outside the hospital, he could almost see the entire street in a glance.

The copy of Antai Community is even more obvious at this point.

Both the NPC and the map are the most realistic and detailed ones he has encountered so far.

This made him couldn't help but think of what Ji Guan said to him after the end of the last copy.

—“Fukang Hospital in Reality”.

However, Wen Jianyan still knows too little information and clues, too many things are shrouded in mist, and every guess in his heart is vague and incomplete, without any evidence to support it.

Wen Jianyan sighed, pulled himself out of his messy thoughts, and walked into the elevator.

Like this apartment building, the elevator is also very old.

It is mottled and full of rust, and there are small palm-sized advertisements in the elevator room. The paper is even slightly yellowed due to time, and there are dirty water stains on the ground.

Wen Jianyan pressed the button for the 13th floor, the elevator vibrated twice, and slowly went up.

"Ding."

The 13th floor is here.

The elevator door jammed twice, then slowly opened to both sides.

The icy air hits my face.

Quiet, so quiet.

The eerie light yellow lights are falling from the top of the head, the deep and dead corridor extends into the darkness, the smell of incense ash floats in the air, near the corner of the elevator, there is a bowl of white rice on the ground, with three sticks of unlit incense stuck in the rice .

Standing in the elevator, Wen Jianyan stared at the dark corridor in front of him, and couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling.

The difference between here and the 10th floor is too great. The bright fireworks have completely disappeared, leaving only a pure quiet and terrifying atmosphere spreading before the eyes, which makes people have an urge to run away.

I really don't want to go!

Wen Jianyan closed her eyes forcefully, took a deep breath slowly, and walked out of the elevator bravely.

He turned on the phone and confirmed his main task:

[Main task 2: Go to room 1304 for shooting, the shooting time should not be less than ten minutes]

【Completion: 0%】

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Hahahahahahahahahaha, the first mission is on the 13th floor, the anchor is really miserable!"

"I remember, those who got the identity card of the anchor of Tanling basically never survived this task, right?"

"Woooooh, come on, wife!"

Wen Jianyan moved forward step by step carefully. The doors of the residents on both sides of the corridor were all locked. On the walls, there were either amulets with yellow background and red characters, or hanging mirrors to exorcise evil spirits. The further they walked, the more evil they looked.

His eyes scanned the number on the door, and finally—

1304 arrives.

Wen Jianyan didn't go in immediately, but took two steps forward.

As the distance shortened, the thick darkness was slightly dispersed, and a door at the end of the corridor jumped into view.

The iron chains sealed the door completely, and the talisman papers were densely pasted on it, which looked particularly terrifying in the dim light.

The rusty house number is a bit crooked, and the number on it can barely be read: 1316.

Wen Jianyan backed away in a panic, and turned to look at 1304 where he should have entered.

It was dark, dirty, deserted, and there were no messy things like talismans.

For some reason, this door immediately became inexplicably pleasing to the eye.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, reached out and tried to push the door.

"Squeak—"

The door was unlocked, and it slowly opened into the darkness with an ear-piercing friction sound.

At the same time, a strong rancid smell gushed out from the door, causing Wen Jianyan to cough twice, covering his mouth and nose with his sleeve.

He walked cautiously towards the door.

It was clearly not yet sunset, but the light in the room was so dim that it was almost impossible to see things clearly. Wen Jianyan turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, and swept into the room with the faint light.

Water stains remained on the walls, and the room was filled with the undulating inky silhouettes of furniture.

The light of the flashlight stayed on the window for a moment.

The outside of the window was blocked by bricks, not a ray of light could come in. There was a family portrait on the porch at the door, the photos were covered with dust, and the figures inside were not clear.

The strong rancid smell in the air intensified.

Wen Jianyan turned on the camera and started recording.

Accompanied by the slightly shaking light source, the picture in the dark passed slowly across the screen, and the bright red REC in the upper right corner flickered.

[Countdown starts: 10:00]

In the living room near the dining room, a shrine that looked particularly weird was recorded in the video.

Wen Jianyan's eyes paused for a moment. After confirming that his survival time had not decreased, he approached cautiously and looked at the shrine with the dim light of the flashlight.

The shrine is not big, and the red electronic candles are placed on both sides, which are not powered on. The Buddhist singing machine is placed next to the shrine, and a thin layer of dust has fallen on it.

Three plates were placed outside the shrine, and the fruits inside had turned black and deteriorated, exuding a strong rotten smell.

A small statue of a Bodhisattva is enshrined in the shrine.

The bodhisattva sits cross-legged on the lotus, with three faces facing three different directions, with kind brows and kind eyes, and a smile on his face. He holds a pewter staff or pearls in his hand, but what he holds up is a strangely shaped staff and half-closed eyes. head.

It raised its eyes and stared intently into the darkness, making this seemingly benevolent smiling face extraordinarily weird.

Wen Jianyan frowned slightly.

Although he has never prayed to gods and worshiped Buddhas, he still has some understanding of metaphysical gods and Buddhas. In his impression, no matter whether it is Mahayana, Hinayana or Tantra, there is absolutely no such evil bodhisattva.

There was a chill on Wen Jianyan's fingertips, the phone in his palm was a little unsteady, and the light of the flashlight unconsciously swayed into the restaurant.

The light passed by, and in front of the dining table, three dark figures appeared under the light. They sat quietly by the table, as if they had been waiting there early in the morning.

Wen Jianyan's pupils constricted, and he took half a step back in fright, almost turning his head and running.

Reason restrained his steps, Wen Jianyan glanced at the countdown on the phone screen.

【06:26】

Oh shit.

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth, cursed viciously, and bravely looked at the dining table again.

The three figures remained motionless.

He checked his remaining time to live—it didn't decrease.

It shouldn't be a big problem.

Wen Jianyan took a step forward in fear, held his breath slightly, and shone the flashlight on the dining table.

The table was full of dishes and plates, and the plates were filled with various rotten foods, such as pig heads, whole chickens, fish, and white maggots wriggling on the soup skeleton, exuding a foul smell.

And sitting at the table...

It's three paper people.

The paper figurines are extremely finely made, with lifelike eyebrows and eyes. On the pale paper face, the scarlet cheeks and lips are smeared, which looks extraordinarily terrifying and strange in the impenetrable darkness.

A family of three smiling and sitting at the dining table seems to be having dinner.

Wen Jianyan's face was also a little pale, and he subconsciously grabbed the phone in his hand.

This dungeon is full of weirdness.

It's terrible! !

Within five minutes of entering the room, he felt his back was drenched in cold sweat, his heart was beating wildly, and his whole body was a little weak.

"Zizi."

A slight electric current sounded.

Wen Jianyan was so frightened that she almost jumped up, and turned her head in a panic to look in the direction of the sound.

I saw that behind him, the electronic candles on both sides of the shrine were slowly lighting up, and the two blood-red spots were very bright in the darkness, like two slowly opening eyes.

"Zizi."

Accompanied by the sound of electricity, the Buddha singing machine began to play slowly.

The chanting of scriptures and incantations was destroyed by the sound of the electric current, making it appear distorted and distant, and merged into a strange tone, echoing in the empty, dark room.

... I won't record your uncle's!

Wen Jianyan jumped three feet high, and rushed towards the door like a rabbit.

-"boom!"

Before rushing to the corridor, the door was closed in front of him, and a thick darkness descended.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid.

At worst, there are props, right?

Lin Qing's doctor certificate can help him block a fatal attack and provide him with a golden body, no problem at all!

Wen Jianyan had a pale face, thinking nonstop in his heart.

He braced himself, closed his eyes forcefully, then turned around slowly, and looked behind—

Scarlet electric candles flickered in the dark, barely illuminating the way to the restaurant.

The room was dark.

The three paper figurines turned their heads at some point, and the three smiling, pale faces looked straight at Wen Jianyan's direction.

etc…

three?

Wen Jianyan was slightly taken aback.

He recalled that according to the clues provided by the neighbors on the tenth floor, there should be a family of four living in No. 1304.

That is to say...

Judging from the number of people, there is still one person short at the table.

Could it be that…

...what the hell, bet on it!

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and then walked towards the dining table step by step with two weak legs.

The faces of the three paper figures watched him with smiles.

I don't know if it's my illusion, but I always feel that their eyeballs seem to be moving slowly following his steps.

Wen Jianyan felt a chill down her spine, and her heartbeat echoed in her ears, and she couldn't even hear the voice of singing Buddha.

He gritted his teeth, and with a cruel heart, sat down on the vacant stool beside the dining table.

The moment he sat on the chair, a familiar mechanical sound rang in his ears.

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

In the next second, Wen Jianyan felt a blur in front of his eyes, and a familiar feeling of dizziness came, as if his whole body was being dragged down, and the scene around him changed suddenly, which made him almost overwhelmed.

"Aggression."

Wen Jianyan frowned at the sound of a kitchen knife hitting the chopping board, and slowly opened her eyes.

All around is bright.

He was sitting at the dining table with delicious food on the table, and beside him were two laughing children, the older one was seven or eight years old, and the younger one was only three or two years old. Fall all over the house.

Everything looks so peaceful and harmonious, full of the fireworks of daily life.

Not far away, a slender figure was busy in the kitchen, and the air was filled with a strong smell of food.

This... this is?

Wen Jianyan was slightly taken aback, a guess slowly emerged in his mind.

The scene reappears?

Soon, the sound of cutting vegetables in the kitchen stopped, the sliding door was opened, and a woman came out with the last dish in her hand.

The moment he saw the other person's face, Wen Jianyan's pupils involuntarily shrank slightly.

The woman has a pale, paper-like face, with two glaring blushes on her cheeks, her eyes are dull, as if painted on, her lips are raised, with a stiff and bright smile:

"Let's eat, Xiuqing."

With that said, the woman put the plate in front of Wen Jianyan.

The two children on the side also stopped their fights and looked over together, with pale faces, dull eyes, and bright blush on their faces.

They smiled, Qi Qi said:

"Dad, let's eat."

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Under the watchful eyes of the three paper figurines, he lowered his head and stared at the plate of vegetables in front of him, which had been discolored by the poison, and fell silent.

...Poisoning is fine.

Is it too obvious to be so obvious? !

Chapter end