Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 436

Chapter 436

The third floor of the administration building.

The corridor was pitch black with no light at all.

Looking around, there were only two offices with closed doors in front of them. The words on the iron plate were blurred in the darkness, but under the weak light, the two lines of words on it could still be read clearly.

On the left is 【Principal's Office】. The final destination of their trip.

And on the right is the [Deputy Principal's Office]. It has nothing to do with the main line of the instance or their real purpose of entering this instance.

Yes, compared with the principal's office, it should be less dangerous.

But everyone knows that this seemingly conservative security option is the trap. If they are deceived by its seemingly harmless appearance, they may all end up dead.

It is impossible for Wen Jianyan not to see this, but for some reason, he still made such a suggestion.

"..." Hugo stood where he was, staring fixedly at the young man in front of him, with rare doubts and hesitation in his eyes.

Wen Jianyan looked back at him, his white was scary, but the eyes were bright and sharp, which shocked people's hearts.

"Have you decided yet!"

Under the excessive pressure, Wei Cheng's voice has become somewhat distorted.

He stared intently at the empty stairwell behind him. His face was pale and his forehead was wet with sweat. As a psychic, his powerful perception made his whole body tremble, as if he could see some terrifying existence in the darkness walking down the steps. Walking up step by step, the distance between them shortened rapidly.

"Otherwise it will be too late!"

He screamed uncontrollably.

—Time is running out, and it is time to make a decision.

Hugo frowned.

For him, this is not a very easy decision to make.

Although Wen Jianyan had always been the core of the team before this, he was the one who saved the whole team from danger time and time again.

But even so, they still can't ignore the impact of san value on a person's mind. After all, in a nightmare, even the top brain will go crazy.

What's more, the situation they are facing now is so critical.

However, after a brief struggle, Hugo finally made a decision.

"OK, right."

He decided to trust Wen Jianyan.

After all, he hasn't made a mistake so far, has he?

There was almost no time to hesitate, and everyone started to act immediately.

They ran towards the vice principal's office on the right as fast as they could.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor.

Behind them, an invisible cold aura seemed to be approaching, and they could almost hear the uniform and stiff footsteps, and every second was a torment of life and death.

"The door is unlocked!"

Acropolis held the doorknob and pressed it down, shouting in surprise, "Quick!"

With almost no time to think, the four of them gritted their teeth and rushed into the open door.

Su Cheng, who was at the end, pushed the door firmly.

As soon as the door was closed, there was a "bang", which almost made Su Cheng fall on his back. The cold breath spread along the crack of the door, telling them all: the danger is just outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, there was another sound.

"boom!"

The sound was deafening, and the door hinge made an overwhelmed creaking sound, as if it was about to fall apart in the next second.

"Back!" Hugo snapped.

Su Cheng let go of his hand and retreated abruptly. Taking advantage of this gap, Hugo strode forward and poured down all the gray and white soot left in his bag, forming a thick barrier behind the door.

This time, he was not stingy.

The ashes of the cigarettes almost piled up a spire, leaving no gaps, and sealed the entire door tightly.

When the soot was connected into a line, the voice outside the door finally quieted down.

There was dead silence in the corridor.

The banging died away.

In the dark vice principal's office, no one spoke for a while, they could only hear each other's rapid panting with lingering fear, everyone knew how close they were to death in just a few seconds.

"...is it gone?"

Su Cheng stared at the closed door, gasped for breath, and asked.

"No." Acropolis replied quickly.

His eyes were still firmly locked on the closed door, and his bad face did not ease in the slightest, but seemed worse than before, "It's still outside."

The voice of Acropolis was very low, and in the ears of everyone, it made the hair stand on end inexplicably.

In the dark corridor, there is no human-shaped "guard" standing outside the closed door, waiting quietly and motionless.

Just like when they were in the student union office on the second floor.

But this time, there was no red light that could isolate their aura, so even though the outside had become quiet, the Acropolis could clearly feel the threat of terror from outside the door.

It's not gone, and it won't go away.

Just waiting.

Several people looked at each other and exchanged a dignified look.

This was an important reason why they hadn't considered entering the [Deputy Principal's Office] before: they weren't sure if the doorman would leave after entering the office.

Once it blocked the door, the difficulty of leaving the vice principal's office and entering the principal's office would skyrocket.

At this moment, Hugo spoke slowly, as if hitting another heavy blow on everyone's already sinking hearts:

"Besides, I'm afraid this door won't last long."

He raised his chin:

"look."

The others followed his lowered gaze.

In front of the closed door, there is a thick line of gray and white cigarette ashes. Nothing seems to have changed, but if you look carefully, you will find that on the side close to the door, the side of the ash pile is slowly turning black, like It's like being burnt.

At first there was only a narrow edge, but under their gaze, the black edge began to erode and spread towards the gray-white interior.

Clearly, some invisible confrontation is taking place, and sooner or later the door will become untenable over time.

Several people turned their heads to look behind at the same time.

I saw Wen Jianyan leaning against the wall exhaustedly, with his head drooping, his sweaty black hair sticking to his pale cheeks, panting with some difficulty, as if he was exhausted to the extreme.

"So," Weicheng looked at Wen Jianyan, and finally asked his unspoken doubts, "Why did you insist on coming to the vice principal's office just now?"

Is it because he sensed a fatal crisis in the principal's office? Or is there a more specific reason?

"I'm not sure yet."

Wen Jianyan raised her eyes and said calmly.

Hearing this, everyone was startled.

They thought that Wen Jianyan must have some very important reason for making such a decision, but the situation was critical at the time and there was no way to explain it carefully. They never expected that the other party would give such an answer.

Not sure yet? ? ?

What's the meaning?

Wen Jianyan didn't look at the dumbfounded expressions of the others, but raised her hand to support the wall beside her, and stood up unsteadily.

"Where's the light? Can you turn it on for me?"

Hugo paused, raised his hand and groped on the wall for a while, and soon, there was a soft "click", and the dim white light lit up, illuminating the entire vice principal's office.

The size of the vice principal's office is not too large, only about a quarter of the size of the office downstairs.

The furnishings here are very simple, and it looks no different from the real world.

Mahogany tables and chairs are placed at the end of the room, and there are two withered potted plants in the room. There are bookshelves on the walls on both sides, and each shelf is full of unknown books.

Wen Jianyan nodded in thanks, and then quickly walked in, his eyes searching the entire office, looking for any evidence that could be regarded as a clue.

He wasn't lying.

After all, apart from Bai Xue's reminder before entering the dungeon, he really didn't have any particularly valid reasons.

And to be honest, Bai Xue's hint was too vague.

【right】

Only one word.

Simple and rude, without any premise.

Especially since they are still in such a huge open dungeon, this hint seems to be able to be put into any context, no matter where it works.

But Wen Jianyan knew how Bai Xue's talent worked.

Although Bai Xue is known as the strongest psychic medium, his talent has nothing to do with the psychic medium's induction. What is really related to his talent is fate.

This kind of talent is extraordinary and terrifying.

However, because of this, it is absolutely 100% accurate.

After entering the dungeon, each of them will make countless logical judgments and decide whether to "go left" or "go right" countless times, and the key hints given by fate will never appear in the only painless In non-itchy, ordinary situations, it's just to add icing on someone's judgment.

It must be aimed at the most critical and core moment in the entire dungeon.

That's why Wen Jianyan's hair stood on end and he shuddered at the moment when he recalled Bai Xue's reminder.

—Because there is no more suitable scene than just now.

The sole purpose of their entry into [Yuying Comprehensive University] is to "obtain props", which means that as long as they obtain props, they have no reason to continue here.

The vice-principal's office does look safer, but after struggling in the dungeon for so long, they have already learned one thing from crisis after crisis: in the dungeon, coveting the momentary comfort and relaxation, If you don't focus on the overall situation, you will ruin everything.

The "guard" chasing after him, the "countdown" ticking all the time, and more teammates who act separately and don't know the situation.

From the moment they separated from Tangerine Candy, their actions were doomed to be a radical adventure. They are a death squad of only four people. The only purpose of this trip is to obtain props. At this time, it is safer to retreat and waste time. If there is no option, it is tantamount to death.

One reason after another was superimposed, even Wen Jianyan, under the circumstances at that time, would not consider the possibility of turning right for a second.

That's counter-intuitive, counter-common sense.

Because of this, Bai Xue's "hint" is even more deafening.

It's a frightening rest.

Because of this, even though "going to the right" violated all of Wen Jianyan's logical judgments, he still believed in his intuition at that moment in the end.

- Go right, to the vice principal's office.

This may be the key to breaking the game.

Wen Jianyan didn't have time to pay attention to other people's bewildered gazes, instead, he began to move around and search quickly in the office in front of him.

The next thing he has to do is to find the reason.

Why must he enter here?

Is it because of something here?

Or is it just because there is a more terrifying crisis in the principal's office?

Wen Jianyan was not sure.

He came to the table and began to bend down to search the drawers below. His fingers were steady, but his heart was pounding, cold sweat dripped down his temples, and his vision became shaken due to tension and low sanity Vague.

Su Cheng's voice came from behind: "What are you looking for? Do you need my help?"

Wen Jianyan didn't lift her head:

"Being not."

In fact...he would also like Su Sung to help if he could, but alas, Su Sung's talent doesn't apply in this situation because he doesn't know the answer to that question either.

Prophecy without even knowing what question you want to ask is almost useless except for wasting Su Cheng's talent times.

Just as Wen Jianyan seized all the time and was trying to rummage through boxes and cabinets, suddenly, the cell phone in Hugo's pocket rang twice. The sound was very clear in the dead vice principal's office. In an instant, everyone They all turned their heads and looked over.

Hugo paused, and took out his cell phone from his pocket.

The phone screen lit up, it was from Tangerine Candy.

The content of the message is very simple, only a short line:

[I can't hold it anymore, let's go. 】

What…? !

When Hugo read out the content of the information in a calm tone, everyone's pupils shrank.

Judging from Orange Tang's personality, it is absolutely impossible for her to send such a message unless it is absolutely necessary.

It seems that, like them, that side has also fallen into the predicament of a hard fight.

Everyone's heart sank.

Sure enough, the worst was yet to come.

The reason why they were able to successfully obtain the key and enter the third floor was based on the premise that Orange Candy and the others avoided most of the dangers. In other words, if Orange Candy couldn't persist, then the pressure on this side would also increase greatly. .

The final result will only be a collapse across the board.

Hugo raised his hand and squeezed the space between his eyebrows, and typed a reply:

"How long can it last at most?"

I don't know what happened on the other side. After a long period of silence, the message from Orange Candy was long overdue:

[Seven minutes].

A number that is not an integer.

Obviously, it was time for the other party to grit their teeth and dig out.

At the same time, less than half of the soot has been consumed, and I'm afraid it won't last for a few minutes.

Acropolis raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead:

"What do we do next?"

Obviously, there are not many choices left for them now.

Either give up all their progress so far and evacuate immediately, or fight with their lives, betting on whether they can get the props from the principal's office opposite.

Hugo bit an unlit cigarette between his teeth, his steel-gray eyes flickered under his high browbones. Although he was cornered, he didn't look as flustered as Acropolis. Still seems to have spare energy.

He said, "Wait."

"Wait?" Wei Cheng was stunned for a moment.

"It's not necessary for suspects, but not for employers." Hugo calmly played with the lighter in his hand, making a cracking sound, and the flame rose up, illuminating his side face.

He glanced at the busy Wen Jianyan in the distance, "Give him five minutes."

"At worst, when the time is up, I will spend my money and take you away."

the other side.

Wen Jianyan was searching frantically at the fastest speed.

He is an absolute expert in finding "hidden things", but unfortunately, Wen Jianyan soon realized... There are far fewer things that can help him in the vice principal's office than he imagined.

The guiding hand pointed out the door, apparently to tell them that the props were in the principal's office across a corridor.

Most of the drawers are empty, only a few pieces of outlines given to them by the vice-principal in ideological and moral classes, and a few freshman handbooks issued when they enter school.

Other than that, there are no dark panels, no cubicles, nothing in the entire office.

This place is like an empty model house, with only some decorations that should exist here, but the inside is hollow, without any secret information carrying personal characteristics, and there are no clues related to the copy.

It's almost like a tomb.

Even the books in the bookshelves are the same.

Like the professional book he found in the luggage earlier, the text on the book was all graffiti-like garbled codes, and there was no information that could be extracted at all.

Wen Jianyan raised his hand in frustration and threw a book back on the desk.

The book hit the messy desk with a "bang" sound. Wen Jianyan followed it under his gaze and landed aimlessly on the desk.

The scattered pale paper was full of unreadable strange words.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan was slightly taken aback, as if he suddenly thought of something.

I saw him strode forward, swept down the random pile of books on the table, and rummaged through them.

Soon, Wen Jianyan pulled out a thin booklet from the bottom of the messy pile of books—

It was a freshman handbook.

...he was looking in the wrong direction.

What we really need to find is not a hidden "thing", but a hidden "information".

And as early as when he first entered the dungeon, he had already realized the location of these hidden information, but he didn't know the content.

Wen Jianyan took out his freshman handbook from his pocket, put it on the table together with the one in the office, and began to flip through the pages.

The sound of paper being flipped echoed in the dead silent office.

His eyes moved quickly between the two booklets, and his fingers pressed against the pages of the books, searching for and comparing the information in them.

Soon, Wen Jianyan was suffocated, and felt a layer of goosebumps aroused on his back, and the hair on his arms stood on end. It was hard to say whether it was because of excitement or fear.

...he was right.

Sure enough, the content of the novice manual in the principal's office was indeed far more than the one in their hands.

His novice manual only had a map page, and in the novice manual in the principal's room, there was an extra blank page behind the map.

A similar situation also occurred in the second half of some chapters. It was obviously over, but in the version in the vice principal's room, there was a large blank space behind the text for no reason.

Even some blurred and unreadable positions in the text have subtle differences.

For example here:

"For the comprehensive and balanced development of your quality, our school adopts the credit system, ■■■■■■."

This is the content of the handbook sent to the students.

In the new student's handbook in the vice principal's office, although there was no difference between the clearly readable text and the one in their hands, there were obviously more blurred content in the latter line, even occupying nearly two lines of space.

Also here:

"Your credits will not be able to support your later development in this school, ■■■■■■, which will have an irreversible and bad impact on your future planning" is the same, the text that can be read is the same, but it is hidden The length of the information is significantly different.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"I really didn't expect that there are actually two versions of this novice manual!"

"Absolutely, this copy is a **** trap. The full version is hidden in the vice principal's office, and the ones with missing words and pages are sent to the students, right?"

"But let me tell you, the difference is not very big. Although there are more versions in the principal's office, the extra pages are either blank pages, or the content is blurred and cannot be seen clearly. Even if the content is less, yes The anchor's clearance has no effect."

"…really."

On the other side, the rest of the people stayed at the door, waiting silently.

The door to the office in front of him was closed.

There was a dead silence outside the door, and no movement could be heard. However, unlike the dead silence in the corridor, more than half of the gray-white cigarette ash inside the door had already turned into a dirty, dark color as if it had been corroded by something. .

The breath is cold, and it looks very strange and ominous.

A little half of the seven minutes promised by Tangerine Candy has passed, and the time has never been as difficult as it is now.

Every second seems like a century, but it seems to have passed in the blink of an eye, which makes people feel flustered.

Hugo leaned against the door panel with his eyes closed, his face was immersed in the shadows, and he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

Su Cheng sat on the ground with his knees bent, fiddling with the Tarot shimmering with stars and moons, but his eyes were always on Wen Jianyan who was not far away.

As the psychic with the strongest inspiration and the deepest influence, Weicheng looked at the soot on the ground for a while, and Wen Jianyan who was not far away, and seemed particularly anxious.

Suddenly, Weicheng was startled, as if he sensed something:

"Wait a moment…"

Hugo opened his eyes and looked over: "What?"

"The thing outside the door," Wei Cheng swallowed his saliva, and said uncertainly, "it seems to be gone?"

This time, Su Cheng also stopped his hands and raised his eyes to look over:

"gone?"

"Yes." Weicheng nodded, slowly raised his hand and put it on the door panel, feeling the coldness outside, and said slowly, "Just now, the premonition of death that has always threatened me has disappeared."

Hugo stepped forward.

He knelt down, twirled the soot on the ground, and said:

"really."

From the moment they entered the office, the black soot that had never stopped being eroded had stopped increasing, as if "it" had stopped trying to come in from the outside.

"Have the hatred shifted?"

Su Cheng guessed.

"I don't know," Weicheng shook his head with a puzzled expression, "but logically speaking, there would be no other people on the third floor, and I don't quite understand why this happens..."

Not far away, Wen Jianyan knew nothing about what happened on the other side.

He lowered his head, put his hands on the table, and stared at the two freshman handbooks spread out in front of him, his eyes moving between the two.

why?

He couldn't figure it out.

Although there is an obvious difference in the size of the two booklets, these extra contents are either blank pages, or blurred and misprinted parts. Since the anchor can't see the real content below, why deliberately put What is the difference between the full version and the missing page version? What's the point?

unless-

Suddenly, there were two more "buzzing" sounds in the dead silent office, interrupting Wen Jianyan's thoughts. Hugo took out his mobile phone, and it was still a message from Orange Candy.

The content is only two words.

【quick withdrawal】

But the seven minutes she promised earlier hadn't arrived yet, and even half of it had just passed.

Hugo's pupils shrank, as if he suddenly thought of something.

He put his mobile phone back into his pocket, and walked quickly towards the window in the vice principal's office. The window was closed tightly, and through the blurry window, he could see the dark, invisible campus outside.

On the road in front of the administrative building, a dim street light was on. Under the faint light, a few figures could be vaguely seen, walking slowly in this direction.

"...get out of class is over there."

Hugo lowered his voice.

Hearing this, everyone was suffocated.

… No wonder the "guard" who had just stopped at their door disappeared.

Now, all abnormalities have answers, because what will replace them will be an even worse situation.

Every time things seem to turn around, but the next second, there will always be a new crisis, throwing them into a more dangerous situation.

"Have to leave."

Hugo slowly stepped back from the window and said solemnly.

The end of the ideological and moral courses, and the return of the vice-principal and more members of the student union will completely break the fragile balance. The Orange Candy side is already understaffed, and there is no way to maintain it in this situation anyway, and they Those who are still on the third floor will be caught directly in the urn.

He turned his head and looked in Wen Jianyan's direction: "You—"

However, just as Hugo opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Wen Jianyan: "Where's the food?"

"…What?"

Hugo frowned.

"Where are the props bought from the school cafeteria?" Wen Jianyan took a step forward, his already pale face seemed to be even more pale, and the look in his eyes became sharper and brighter, he whispered, "Which one of you? "

Wei Cheng was startled, and said:

"I have it here."

Since it is impossible to predict what accidents may happen after the separation, Orange Candy distributed the props bought in the cafeteria to everyone before they split up.

Not far away, Su Cheng watched Wen Jianyan's face and frowned:

"But, now you—"

"There's no time to talk about this." Wen Jianyan's eyes were burning, and he spoke urgently and clearly, "Hurry up."

Acropolis also hesitated.

No one knows the side effects of these cafeteria props better than them, and Wen Jianyan's san value is already in jeopardy, eating in this situation...

It was tantamount to suicide.

Hugo glanced at him, then nodded towards Acropolis.

Now that Hugo agreed, Acropolis had no reason to object. He sighed, took out half of a steamed bun bought from the cafeteria from his pocket, raised his hand and threw it to Wen Jianyan.

Su Cheng took a step forward, as if he wanted to stop it, but he was still a step too late.

He lowered his eyes, only his expression became slightly colder.

Wen Jianyan walked quickly back to the table, stuffed the steamed bun into his mouth, and took a quick bite.

The cold steamed buns were warmed and moistened by saliva, and the starch was slightly sweet when biting and chewing. However, as the seemingly ordinary food was eaten, Wen Jianyan's ears rang violently. His vision, which was already a little shaky, became even more chaotic and shaky at the moment, and he even had to raise his hand against the table to prevent himself from falling to the ground.

Wen Jianyan shook his head and looked hard at the upper right corner.

Under his gaze, the number behind the san value began to drop slowly, from the low 16 to 10 little by little.

He lowered his eyes and landed on the mess on the table.

On the surface of the cold white paper, there are lines of black and neat words printed - that is exactly the [syllabus] they were ordered to read in the ideological and moral class.

not enough.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, brought the steamed bun to his lips with slightly trembling fingers, and carefully bit off one corner again.

The san value starts to drop from 10.

Soon, it was single digits.

At that moment, the hallucinations and auditory hallucinations that were already under control seemed to be suddenly turned up in volume, attacking from all directions, the sense of direction began to disappear, and the rationality began to collapse...everything was so familiar.

Wen Jianyan was trembling uncontrollably from head to toe, his bloodless lips trembled slightly, and the expression in his eyes began to loosen. He even had to throw away the things in his hands and use both hands to support himself Stand at the table.

Hold on.

Just one step away.

He lowered his trembling eyelashes, and his eyes fell on the paper.

I don't know when it started, on the cold white paper, the original clear small black characters have disappeared, replaced by crazy messy red writing, each stroke is like graffiti, sharply pierced on the retina, almost painful .

The words in the memory appeared, repeated over and over again, like a spell.

[I promise, I voluntarily donate my flesh and blood]

【I promise, I volunteer my spirit】

[I promise, I voluntarily give my everything]

Wen Jianyan tightened his fingers, and his nails sank deep into his palm, but he didn't seem to feel any pain.

He reached for the freshman handbook next to him with difficulty.

In the shaking field of vision, blood-red writing began to appear on the blank paper. Along with the confusion and pain of being mentally polluted, those blurred positions, like printing mistakes, gradually became understandable.

really.

Obviously there is no difference in the content that can be really read, but they are still unwilling to distribute a complete freshman handbook to freshmen. Why?

…because once certain conditions are met, the content on the full version can be read.

While waiting, Hugo turned his head frequently to look out the window.

Faint street lights flickered in the darkness, and the figures of the vice principal and members of the student council were getting closer and closer to the administration building.

His body gradually tensed up, as if he had entered a state of preparation ahead of time.

The moment those people walked into the administrative building, Hugo's patience finally reached its limit, and he jumped up:

"We have to go."

"It's too difficult to break out from the main entrance," Hugo said quickly, his sharp eyes flickering in the darkness, and he had obviously planned the evacuation route, "so let's go through the window."

The third floor is not very high, and it is completely possible to survive by jumping down.

For them, the real danger is not the height, but other more unknown crises—just like when they were at the school gate before, those anchors who did not follow the rules obviously just stepped into the school gate, but they seemed to have entered the school gate. The other dimension just disappeared as well.

Hugo turned his head and stared at the darkness outside the window with a serious expression.

"You all gather here, don't stay too far away from me."

Obviously, he was ready to spend all his money, and used his own means and resources to carry it through.

"unnecessary."

At this moment, Wen Jianyan raised his eyes.

Under the dim and pale light, his eye sockets were bloodshot and red, but the expression in his eyes was very calm, so calm that it made people feel dizzy.

He pressed his hands on a few cold white papers on the table, and said slowly:

"Go back to the second floor."

"Send a message to ask where the orange candy is. If she has already evacuated, ask her not to approach the administrative building, but if she hasn't left, ask her to bring someone to the second floor."

But this time, Hugo shook his head.

"I'm sorry." He took a step forward, raised his hand forcefully to grab Wen Jianyan's shoulder, with a serious expression on his face, and refused to refuse: "This time, I will listen to me."

Wen Jianyan stared at him and said calmly: "...Then our previous efforts will be wasted."

All the crises encountered in entering the administrative building and all the checkpoints passed will be in vain. If you want to come back next time, you can only wait until a week later and start from scratch at a higher difficulty.

"so what?"

Hugo lowered his eyes, almost looking a little unreasonable:

"As far as I can judge, the difficulty of going downstairs to survive is almost zero.

Compared with the decisions you can make in your current state of mind, I still believe in my own judgment based on my ability-at least doing so can keep all four of us alive. "

He controlled Wen Jianyan's shoulder with one hand, while beckoning to the other two, signaling them to come forward, as if he was going to enforce his decision.

Instead of leaving through the main entrance, jump out of the window to escape.

Wen Jianyan stared straight at him, and suddenly sneered:

"Really? You trust your judgment?"

He took a step forward slowly. Compared with Hugo who was in good condition, his complexion looked like a dead person's, pale and fragile, as if it would break if he folded it, but it seemed very dangerous for no reason.

The young man stared at Hugo unyieldingly, his light-colored eyes were distracted, but there was a sharp divine light, like a will-o'-the-wisp glowing among the skulls.

The gentle mask was torn, and he rarely showed his white fangs.

"Including Xingwang Hotel?"

Hugo's pupils shrank.

"Varied-"

"Guess, who led you to the painting shop?" Wen Jianyan grabbed the other's arm with his backhand, and sneered, "Guess, who made your blood flow into the portrait? Who saved it in that copy?" you?"

"Not a nightmare."

"it's me."

"If you want to pass the level, don't trust yourself,"

Wen Jianyan was expressionless.

He looked arrogant and cold, "Go to the second floor."

Chapter end