Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 95

Chapter 95

Unlike the previous projects, there is no rule board hanging on the door of Crazy Little Train, which makes it impossible for people to guess the game mechanism.

The cat staff member in a tortoiseshell suit shook his head and said, "Welcome everyone to Dreamland! This is the latest special project in our amusement park, Crazy Little Train, do you want to try it?"

It pointed to the sign beside it:

"Tickets are priced at ten prize tickets!"

Wen Jianyan nodded: "Here are five."

He counted 50 of the 120 tickets he had just grabbed and handed them over.

As a rich man who has just successfully robbed, it would be unethical to ask his teammates to pay at this time, so Wen Jianyan was very generous to wrap up the ticket this time.

"Okay! Have a nice trip!"

The tortoiseshell cat took the lottery ticket and handed five tickets to the five people in front of him.

Gala Gala—

The railing door of Crazy Little Train lowered behind, Wen Jianyan lowered his head and looked at the ticket in his hand.

I saw a cartoon train printed on the gaudy paper ticket. Steam was rising from the face of the train, and the name of the project was marked in big colorful fonts:

Crazy Little Train: Give you a crazy and pleasant exciting experience!

The word "crazy" is an eye-catching red, which makes one's scalp tingle.

Wen Jianyan turned the ticket behind his back.

Unexpectedly, there is no word on the back of the ticket.

The other four people turned their gazes to him, and Wen Jianyan shook his head slightly, indicating that he hadn't got any clues yet.

He said, "Come on, let's go in and have a look first."

Walking into the gate decorated as a ticket office, I found that there were already seven or eight players waiting there.

Seeing the newcomer coming in, the rest of them all turned their heads and looked over, casting unexplained gazes in this direction.

Wen Jianyan raised her eyes without any trace.

I saw an old-fashioned clock hanging above the head, showing a countdown that was slowly decreasing.

The cat in charge of ticket checking at the gate raised his voice and said, "The next round of Crazy Little Train will start in five minutes, please wait patiently!"

This project is really different from the projects they have experienced before. It does not have a limit on the number of people, but decides when to start based on time.

Moreover, while waiting, the rules will not be released.

Wen Jianyan looked around, but didn't find anything written with rules in this room.

That being the case, it can only wait patiently.

Time passed by, and players from different teams gathered together. They whispered in low voices, as if they were discussing the next action plan.

Before the countdown was about to reach zero, the door behind it opened again.

A team of four anchors appeared at the door.

Huang Mao timidly hid at the end of the team, his eyes dodged, he secretly raised his head behind Huicheng, and looked carefully at the target person.

As soon as he looked over, he met the eyes of the young man who happened to be looking over casually.

Huang Mao was startled, and hurriedly lowered his head to hide his overly nervous expression and rapid heartbeat.

"Jingle Bell-"

The electric bell for the departure of the train rang.

The electronic screen that was always black on the side flickered, and then slowly lit up:

The park has launched a new exciting adventure shooting game: [Crazy Little Train]!

Wen Jianyan was stunned.

shooting game?

An introductory film began to play on the screen.

A howling train passed through the night, and there were many rotting zombies squatting on the outer wall of the train.

A thick male voice sounded in the background:

"You and your friends took the train to a fairy-tale town for a holiday trip, but on the train, you accidentally encountered a zombie virus outbreak! So, in order to survive this dangerous journey, you carried your guns and fought for Fight for your own survival!"

On the screen, several blood-stained people stood back to back in the carriage nervously, holding guns in their hands, and the muzzles of the guns spit out bright red flames in the darkness, killing a rushing zombie. Gun headshot.

"Your mission is to live until dawn!"

A cat wearing a train uniform came over: "Welcome to the crazy little train, I am your train conductor this time, welcome to take this train!"

It pulled out a board with its hairy hands, on which a few lines were written in chalk:

【Crazy Little Train Game Rules】

This project will strictly guarantee the safety of players' lives. In order to obtain an excellent gaming experience in absolute safety, please read the following rules carefully:

1. This project will pass through the tunnel three times. Every time you pass through the tunnel, darkness will come. Zombies will attack at this time. Please aim at the head and shoot

2. After leaving the tunnel, you can look for ammunition and supplies in the compartment

3. If you are accidentally infected by a virus, please find the serum before the next tunnel to get rid of the infection

4. In case of an accident, please go to the conductor's room to find the staff for help

5. Don't Lose Your Gun

6. If the number of zombies killed reaches more than 50, you can receive a beautiful gift after the project ends

It looks like... a very common shooting game.

The cat who claimed to be the train conductor came over and began to distribute guns to the crowd—it was a red and black toy gun, loaded with five rounds of ammunition, and it seemed unable to hurt people.

"Okay, when everyone is ready, let's check in and get on the train!"

The conductor cat clapped his hands, turned around, and walked into the ticket gate.

The anchors looked at each other, and after looking at each other, they began to walk towards the ticket gate in order. The flight attendant cat at the door was very dedicated to check the tickets for each anchor. After the last anchor entered the ticket gate, it stood up. Slowly pull on the long iron chain to seal the entrance.

Wen Jianyan withdrew his gaze and followed the others in the darkness.

Soon, not long after, the eyes lit up again.

He realized that he was standing in a section of a very real-looking train. In the old-fashioned train, the red train seats looked old and even faded, and the stained curtains were hooked up by the hasp. The passage extends straight to the distance.

The light in the car is very bright, so that everything is clearly visible, there are backpacks and clothes hanging on the seats.

There were still cigarette butts on the table and all kinds of **** that hadn't been cleared away. Not far away, the flight attendant was pushing a vending cart and parked in the middle of the aisle, where there were a variety of goods for sale.

It was as if all the passengers disappeared in an instant, leaving only the empty train carriages as if frozen in time.

"Ding ding ding!"

The bell to start the train rang.

Wen Jianyan felt the car under his feet tremble, and the next second, the engine was running, and the feeling of mechanical vibration came from the bottom of his feet, and the scene outside the window began to slowly move and change.

The train leaves.

"Find the ammunition first." Wen Jianyan turned her head and whispered to her other teammates.

Yun Bilan, Wenya and the others nodded.

Although this project looks like an ordinary shooting game, who knows if it will bury the anchors. In any case, before the first tunnel comes, it is best to play the game according to the rules .

Obviously, the anchors of the other teams thought so too.

Although everyone is wary of each other, there is no reason for conflict after all. All the anchors have dispersed, tacitly rummaging in the car, looking for the "ammunition replenishment" mentioned in the rules.

The four-member mercenary team kept a close distance from Wen Jianyan.

"This shooting program is a good time for us to get our hands dirty."

Huicheng's face remained unchanged, and he lowered his voice and said, "Don't act rashly in the first tunnel. We need to figure out the rules of this project first, and do it when we enter the second tunnel."

He looked at Huang Mao who was cowering and said, "You are in charge of keeping an eye on the target person. Whether it is before or after the darkness falls, you must always confirm his position, understand?"

Huang Mao nodded, and said in a murmur, "Understood, I understand."

"Okay, let's spread out to find ammunition now, but don't be too far away. It's best to always stay in the same compartment as the target person."

Huicheng looked at the other teammates: "Do you understand?"

The teammates nodded and scattered.

"Tick tock, tick tock."

The subtle sound of water mixed with the mechanical sound of the train running attracted Wen Jianyan's attention.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, searching for the source of the voice.

Soon, Wen Jianyan's eyes fell on the cart lying in the middle of the corridor not far away.

The iron door under the cart was closed tightly, and transparent liquid seeped out from the gap, and fell drop by drop on the ground, where a small puddle of liquid had already accumulated on the ground.

Wen Jianyan stepped forward and carefully opened the cabinet door.

A damp and fishy smell rushed towards him.

The rusty iron door opened little by little, revealing a cramped and cramped cabinet.

Wen Jianyan choked for breath.

Filling the closet was a dead body.

It was soaked with water all over its body, its clothes were wet, its skin was swollen and whitish, like a steamed bun soaked in water, it could sink into a pit when pressed, its gray eyes widened, and its facial features were swollen. The outline was so crowded that the limbs seemed to be snapped off. They were clearly of adult stature, yet they were easily stuffed into the small cabinet.

"This is-"

Wen Ya behind her was also stunned.

Wen Jianyan exchanged gloves from the system store and handed a pair to the other party: "Help me."

The two worked together to pull the corpse out of the cabinet.

The bloated corpse lay limply in the middle of the ground, and the wet smell spread in the compartment.

"It should be the player from the previous round."

Wen Jianyan picked up the clothes of the corpse with his gloved hand, observed it carefully, and concluded.

"In that case..."

He squinted his eyes, reached out and groped in the wet pocket of the other party, and soon found a handful of ammunition, a total of four rounds.

really.

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, he stood up, turned his head and said to his teammates: "First find all the places where the corpse can be hidden."

Soon, others also found the pattern.

Under the seat, on the luggage rack, in the toilet...

Etc., etc.

"found it."

"here has!"

"There are also here!"

Huang Mao bent down and searched under the seat with difficulty.

Suddenly, he felt his shoulder being poked: "Hello."

A green and hoarse voice sounded from above his head.

Huang Mao was startled, then raised his head subconsciously, and looked in the direction of the voice.

The boy with amber eyes stood in front of him, his eyelashes lowered, and the changing light and shadow outside the car window passed over that overly pretty face.

He looked over with a smile: "Uncle, can you do me a favor?"

At that moment, Huang Mao felt the hairs on his back twitch, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back.

He bounced off the ground and subconsciously turned his gaze to his teammates not far away.

They in Huicheng were still searching for ammunition, and they didn't seem to notice this side at all. Even if they noticed, they probably wouldn't approach this side in order not to startle the enemy.

In any case, this target person had to be faced by him alone.

Huang Mao swallowed hard, and asked tremblingly, "What, what's the matter?"

Wen Jianyan pointed to the opened luggage rack not far above his head. A dark green bag was hidden in the depths, and water was slowly seeping out from the zipper:

"Can you pull it off for me?"

He compared his size and blinked:

"You see, I'm not tall enough."

"If there is ammunition in it, how about we split half and half?" The corners of the boy's lips curled up indistinctly, and his eyes were full of shattered light.

"Yes, yes."

Huangmao forced himself to calm down, so as not to reveal any excess emotion on his face, he stretched out his arm, and pulled off the luggage bag designated by the target person.

With a heavy "plop", the bag hit the ground heavily, and more water seeped out of it.

Wen Jianyan bent down and quickly opened the zipper.

A soaked, swollen and unrecognizable corpse appeared in front of him.

Like other corpses, it shriveled and shriveled as soon as it saw the light. In the end, only a layer of wet skin remained. Wen Jianyan groped in the depths of the bag, and quickly took out a handful of ammunition.

A total of seven rounds.

"Seven rounds." Wen Jianyan nodded the bullet in his hand, and whistled happily: "Not bad."

The young man raised his head and leaned slightly. The clear and beautiful face with soft lines was slightly enlarged in front of his eyes, and there was a slight smile in the amber eyes.

Huangmao took a breath.

I don't know why, when he is stared at by those eyes, he always has a terrible feeling as if his whole body is completely seen through.

While he was in a daze, something hard was stuffed into his hand.

Huang Mao lowered his head and stared blankly at his palm.

That's four rounds.

"Thank you."

The other party blinked slyly: "Happy cooperation."

After finishing speaking, the boy turned around without hesitation, walked leisurely towards the next carriage, and returned to the middle of his team.

Taking advantage of the other party's turning around, several people from Huicheng quickly surrounded him.

"What did the target person tell you? Why did he find you? Did he find us?"

A series of cannon-like inquiries left Huang Maowen stunned. Holding four bullets in his hand, he shook his head in a daze: "No, I...I don't know..."

Gray City silenced the others:

"You guys be quiet."

He looked at Huang Mao: "So, what happened just now?"

Huang Mao regained his composure and explained what happened just now.

Huicheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and confirmed: "There are seven rounds in total?"

Huangmao nodded.

"So...he gave you four rounds just because you helped yank the duffel bag off?"

Gray City asked.

After hearing the other party's words, Huang Mao was shocked.

He seemed to have suddenly realized the danger, and hurriedly explained: "Indeed, it is true, but I don't know why, I promise I didn't say anything—"

Huang Mao's eyes widened slightly, and a chill slowly climbed up his back:

"He...he must have found us!"

Yes, that's the only possibility.

Recalling the feeling of being noticed in reverse when he first peeped at the other party, Huang Mao suddenly felt chills all over his body, and his hair stood on end: "That's why he tested me! That's why he gave me the bullet. He hopes you don't trust me." Me! It must be so!"

"How many times have I said..."

Huicheng frowned impatiently:

"You can't be found at that distance!"

A full hundred meters away, separated by a dense jungle, the opponent is still fighting with other people. None of them has taken any action. To the target person, they are at most another team of anchors standing a hundred meters away .

Even if they showed their feet, it was because of something else.

Huicheng pondered for a few seconds, then turned his head to look at the anxious Huangmao, and asked, "Did he lean into your ear and say something just now?"

"He... he just said, thank you."

Huang Mao muttered.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he always felt that the eyes of his teammates around him made him uneasy, which made him shrink subconsciously: "Really, really, that's all..."

Huicheng: "Okay, don't be nervous, we didn't suspect you."

Huang Mao's face was white, he opened his mouth, but finally fell silent.

"In short, although we don't know the reason, the other party may have suspected us." Huicheng pondered for two seconds before making a decisive decision: "In this case, we can only do it in the first tunnel!"

"What?"

The others were startled: "Why?"

Now that the opponent is suspicious, shouldn't he suspend his actions first, and wait until the opponent's vigilance is lowered before making a move?

"If he has really discovered us, it means that this guy's vigilance and sensitivity are ridiculously high. The longer it is delayed, the worse it will be for us. If this project does not find a chance to start, let alone after leaving Think about it."

Gray City narrowed his eyes:

"Then we can only take it by surprise and make a quick decision!"

He turned to look at Huangmao: "Can you confirm his location later?"

Huangmao nodded.

"Very good, we will do it after we enter the tunnel." Huicheng turned to look at the other teammates: "Everything is just like what I just said, do you understand?"

"The first tunnel is coming!"

At this moment, an anchor near the window raised his voice and shouted.

Wen Jianyan turned her head and looked out the window.

Under the changing scene, a dark shadow gradually pressed towards the entire carriage, and a huge tunnel was in front of the vehicle, like a huge mouth that opened, waiting for the train to enter.

The dark shadows cover little by little—

In the next second, darkness fell.

All anchors are ready.

The next second when darkness covered the entire carriage, flash bombs, flares, and all kinds of lights exploded in front of his eyes, lighting up in the narrow carriage.

At the moment of entering the darkness, the sound of nails scratching on the iron sheet sounded, and the roar of zombies penetrated into the ears of the anchors.

Under the constantly flickering light, one can see pale bodies coming in from the open windows. They are completely different from traditional zombies, and they have no similarity to the ones on the promotional video.

Their bodies were all swollen with blisters, and everything from their faces to their limbs looked extraordinarily bloated and fat. A strange sound of "hehe" overflowed from the depths of their throats.

"Thirsty...so thirsty..."

Vague voices came and went, blurred in the sudden explosion of gunshots.

L.

The sound of running water was very clear in the dark.

rumbling—

With the roar of the train, the train quickly drove out of the tunnel, once again shrouded in bright light.

The nail-scratching and muffled shouts all died away.

Gray City: "How?"

Another teammate nodded: "No problem."

Their team has been cooperating for a long time, and the method they are using now is the simplest, quickest, and the most error-tolerant assassination method.

Huang Mao pointed out the location, and then his sniper-talented teammates used props to kill him from a distance. Although he could not meet the employer's requirement of "let him know who he had offended before he died", at least he had completed the task.

Gray City breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned slightly sideways and looked in the direction of the target person. In the next second, his pupils shrank—

How can it be?

Surrounded by his teammates, the boy was still standing there. He seemed to be talking to his teammates. His white face was smooth and neat, and there seemed to be a faint smile on his lips.

"Impossible, I shot in the direction of Huang Maozhi 100%!"

The teammate gasped, lowered his voice and said hastily.

He could clearly feel that he hit the target with absolute precision, but for some reason, the opponent still appeared alive and well in the bright train.

What... what's going on here?

Teammates are eager to get themselves out.

He looked at Huang Mao: "How did you decide on the seat?"

In the next second, the eyes of all teammates fell on Huang Mao.

"me…"

Huang Mao panicked, and stammered: "I've located him, he, he was really there just now, I didn't lie!"

"alright."

Huicheng said slowly: "The other side may have used some props, don't draw conclusions casually."

"We still have the last two chances." Huicheng looked at the teammate who just made the move: "The target person obviously has a way to counter you, so you don't want to do anything next, let me and the third child."

The teammates gritted their teeth and nodded unwillingly.

Huang Mao stood where he was, his fingers twisted together.

His forehead was sweating profusely, his face turned pale, but his gaze involuntarily turned to Wen Jianyan's direction again.

The target person was standing near the window, lowering his head at the moment, carefully examining the remains of the "zombie" slumped on the table, and carefully turning it over with his gloved fingers.

While turning over, he whispered something to his teammates.

Suddenly, without warning, the other party's eyelashes slightly lifted.

Across the long train and the nearly static time and space, the pair of light-colored eyes, which looked extraordinarily cold in the changing light and shadow, looked over precisely and clearly, and the emotionless eyes collided with the yellow hair.

The yellow-haired pupils constricted.

Like an insect caught by a spider, he froze in place, unable to look away.

In the next second, the young man pulled the corners of his lips, and there was a bewitching smile in the bottom of his eyes. He was careless and capable.

His pale lips parted.

Huangmao's eyesight clearly captured the other's mouth shape, and translated the other's lip language in his mind. After realizing what the other party said, he trembled slightly involuntarily, and felt a strong chill climb up his body , The feeling of being completely seen through and having nowhere to escape choked his throat tightly.

Replaying the scene just now over and over again in his mind made him feel cold from head to toe.

Because, the other party asked with a half-smile—

do I look good?

Chapter end