Chapter Eleven

After jumping to the bottom of the list, the number of people online in the live broadcast room increased rapidly.

【Ding! The number of people online in the live broadcast room exceeded 6000]

【Ding! The number of people online in the live broadcast room exceeded 8000]

[Congratulations to the host for achieving the achievement: I am the most beautiful boy in this dungeon]

Wow, your unique live broadcast style and unique personality charm shine in the live broadcast room! It successfully attracted the attention of a large number of viewers, and became the ratings champion in this dungeon!

Please continue to burn your life, move forward bravely, and create a higher quality live broadcast experience for the audience! 】

Wen Jianyan had a headache from the noise.

He turned to look at his watch.

It was ten minutes before midnight, and the time for the new round of point settlement was approaching.

Thinking that these popularity will soon be converted into points, those jingling notification sounds seem less annoying.

Su Cheng came forward from behind, his eyes fell on the canvas, and he was slightly startled: "This...is this?"

Wen Jianyan immediately came to his senses and entered the role instantly.

"Xu Yuan."

He paused, his voice was slightly heavy, with a little imperceptible hoarseness: "...my sister."

Su Cheng pursed his lips, with a trace of unbearable expression on his face, he couldn't help but fell silent for a while.

Wen Jianyan seized the opportunity, while the other party was still immersed in the false emotions he created, before he had time to remember to question everything that happened before, he took a step forward, quickly removed the human skin painting from the drawing board, and rolled it up. Put it away, and give the instructions cleanly:

"Let's go."

Su Cheng: "Eh... eh?"

Wen Jianyan's tone was calm, but the speed of his speech was slightly rapid: "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time."

That's true.

Su Cheng nodded, hurriedly quickened his pace, and followed Wen Jianyan out of the room in a daze.

"Then...then where do we go next?"

Su Cheng trotted a few steps, tried his best to be side by side with Wen Jianyan, and asked in a low voice.

"Go back to the dormitory." Wen Jianyan replied.

Su Cheng was surprised: "Dormitory building?"

Although Wen Jianyan still looked calm, his actual mood was extremely gloomy.

Seriously, no one in this world wants to go back to the dormitory more than he does.

After all, the hatred of the old hag is still concentrated on him, and going back now is like a sheep entering the tiger's mouth.

However, he had no choice but to return his face to Xu Yuan.

Wen Jianyan let out a long sigh in her heart, bit the bullet and nodded:

"That's right..."

He put on an inscrutable solemn expression, frowned slightly, and said vaguely, "I still have something to confirm and go back."

Su Cheng nodded half-understanding: "...This, so."

I don't know why, but the other party is frowning now, as if he has a plan of his own, so that he subconsciously stops asking questions, and can only shut up obediently and follow.

The barrage was swiped by wicked "hahahahaha".

"Scattering flowers! The leader of the Liar Victims Alliance was born! He was really eaten to death, hahahahahahahahaha."

"Grass, pity the new host on the opposite side again."

Some viewers also sneered at this:

"Come on, don't be sympathetic, is this anchor's lie so difficult to expose? Stupid people are not qualified to be sympathized with."

"Don't expose your ignorance too thoroughly, okay? In the situation in the dungeon, you can recognize those subtle loopholes while running for your life? Don't make me laugh."

"That's right, who doesn't know how to say hello from the perspective of God, you can do what you want."

"No, no, no, this is secondary. The main reason is that the anchor's psychology is really slippery...First establish authority subtly, and then pretend to be mysterious to confuse the public. It is simply cutting off doubts from the source. Basically, this Even after playing tricks, everyone has to be taken away."

With the experience of going upstairs, the two escaped from the black shadow's pursuit and interception, and successfully left the teaching building.

They returned the same way and quickly returned to the downstairs of the dormitory.

The door of the dormitory building is open, everything is blurred in the chaotic shadow, the surrounding is dead silent, as if you can hear the empty sobbing of the cold wind slowly passing through the door opening.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air, and the strong smell of rust was almost nauseating.

Wen Jianyan and Su Cheng looked at each other, and at the same time saw the seriousness on each other's faces.

The two stepped lightly and walked into the building cautiously.

After the lights were turned off, the hall was empty, as quiet as a tomb.

A small dim light was on in the stairwell, illuminating the blood-stained stairs. The traces of being dragged were shocking under the light, and internal organ fragments and scratched finger marks were faintly visible in the pool of blood that had not yet dried up. It was as if one could imagine what a tragic massacre had taken place here.

Wen Jianyan looked solemn.

He turned his body slightly, avoiding the large amount of splattered blood on the wall, and walked up the stairs step by step.

Su Cheng followed behind him, his eyes slowly sweeping over the traces of cruelty, and he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.

He lowered his voice and asked:

"What the **** happened here?"

Wen Jianyan shook her head: "I don't know."

He frowned: "However, according to these traces, it is very likely that someone has already suffered misfortune."

The young man paused, slightly lowered his head and looked over:

"Remember that room I pulled you into?"

The dim light fell from the top of his head, plating a layer of gold on his handsome and profound features. In the boundary line between shadow and light, he looked so worried and upright.

Su Cheng was a little dazed for a moment, and then nodded after being taken aback.

Wen Jianyan: "My mobile phone is hidden there."

He paused, and sighed with a heavy face: "The matter has developed to this point, no matter what, I can't continue to sit idly by, and I must ask for support."

Su Cheng was startled: "Then your sister..."

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth slightly:

“…no more innocent lives can be lost.”

Su Cheng reacted for a second, and then couldn't help being awed.

The other party concealed his identity and sneaked in against orders. If he contacted his superiors to ask for support, his actions would also be exposed.

So... He gave up the chance to find his sister in order to save people!

So touched!

A piece of "..." floated in the barrage

"He-tui!"

"...He found his **** sister and contacted his **** superior. This guy finally found a legitimate excuse to go back to the dormitory!"

"A dog liar who deceived the feelings of innocent anchors! [Reward points 50]"

"Shameless! [Reward Points 50]"

"...If the few people in front of you didn't give rewards while scolding, your righteous indignation would be more credible."

After easily tricking Su Cheng into trusting him again, a smile flickered across Wen Jianyan's lips, he looked away, turned around and continued walking upstairs.

The psychological pressure of walking through the stairwell this time is much greater than the last time I left.

The ground was wet and slippery, and the blood that hadn't dried up was covered with messy footprints. The air was filled with a strong smell of rust, which became more pungent the higher it went.

Even Wen Jianyan, who had memorized the map of the entire dormitory building by heart, pulled himself together and walked forward cautiously.

Fortunately, they didn't encounter any danger along the way from the first floor to the third floor.

Wen Jianyan was most worried that the old hag she met would not be there.

Soon, the two came to the third floor without any risk.

Compared with when they left, the third floor became more gloomy and dead silent. Some dormitory doors were crookedly open, and there were long drag marks on the ground. Although some dormitory doors were closed tightly, the windows were splashed The blood looked extremely tragic, and it seemed that something as terrible as in the corridor had happened inside.

Looking at the silent dormitories, apart from being apprehensive, Su Cheng also felt a little bit of happiness.

It seems that his previous choice to leave the dormitory to explore the school was the right choice.

Obviously, hiding in the bedroom is no safer than going out to complete the task.

I just don't know how many anchors are still alive in this dungeon.

Wen Jianyan walked straight to her room.

The door of the dormitory was closed tightly, and the inside was pitch black, as quiet as a tomb.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, raised her hand and pressed on the doorknob, and slowly opened the door.

As soon as he walked into the room, the bedroom door seemed to be controlled by some kind of force, and it slammed shut with a "bang"!

The deafening sound echoed in the empty corridor, making one's heart tremble.

Su Cheng turned pale with shock, took a step forward hastily, and shook the doorknob vigorously: "Brother Wen, what's going on?"

Through the thin door panel, the young man's somewhat vague voice came:

"The door lock is stuck, you wait."

The moment he heard the other party's voice, Su Cheng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. ?

As a novice streamer entering the dungeon for the first time, the sense of security brought by the other party is really precious.

I don't know when, he began to trust this NPC more and more, and even unknowingly regarded him as the backbone.

"Do you need me to look for the keys outside?"

Su Cheng asked.

"...Okay, excuse me."

Wen Jianyan leaned his back against the door, rolled his Adam's apple, and tried to answer in the calmest voice.

His eyes were fixed on a corner of the bedroom.

There, a girl wearing an old-fashioned student uniform was standing there silently. She was facing Wen Jianyan, but her head was turned 180° to the back. Her long black hair was hanging on her chest. It looked weird and scary.

Wen Jianyan heard the blood rushing in his ears, and his head was a little dizzy under the excessive pressure.

Although this is not the first time I have experienced this kind of thing, the instinctive physiological reaction to fear is still not relieved in the slightest.

The female student with her head facing back slowly raised her hand and spread her palms, as if she was asking for something from him.

"Have you found my face yet?"

calm.

That's what you're here for.

Wen Jianyan warned herself in her heart.

He took a deep breath and said:

"yes."

As he walked forward, he reached into his pocket, and his fingertips touched the folded human skin painting.

"give me back."

The female student took a step forward slowly, with a trace of abnormal eagerness in her voice.

Her head was still turned 180° backwards, Wen Jianyan couldn't see her expression clearly, but could only see the long black hair fluttering on her chest with the movement.

…etc.

Chest?

Wen Jianyan was taken aback.

In his mind, a thought flashed like lightning, tearing apart the pitch-black sky in an instant, illuminating everything clearly and vividly.

In that human skin painting, Xu Yuan's hair... obviously only reaches shoulder length.

An omission in the copy? still…

He pulled his fingers out of his pockets little by little, took a half step back slowly defensively, and narrowed his eyes:

"You... are Xu Yuan."

"give me back!"

The attitude of the female student in front of her became even crazier, and her voice suddenly became sharp, as if scratching the nails of the glass with high frequency, the hysteria in it could almost pierce the eardrum.

"...Or do you want to be Xu Yuan?"

Wen Jianyan breathed lightly, stared at the other party, and slowly completed the remaining half of the sentence.

The opponent suddenly stopped moving.

The air seemed to stagnate in an instant, and it was squeezed heavily, and breathing became difficult. The cold and gloomy air was sucked into the lung cavity, causing the body temperature to drop.

The female student lowered that hand slowly.

"Giggle...giggle..."

There was a sound of neck bones twisting one by one, and her head slowly turned forward.

Under the extreme pressure, Wen Jianyan could feel his fingertips trembling slightly. He held his breath and forced himself to fix his gaze on the other person's face.

A pale and gloomy face turned around.

It was a face that had no resemblance to the person in the painting.

She stared at the young man in front of her with her pitch-black eyes, and the corners of her mouth were raised, revealing a terrifying smile that could be called weird.

Her face was 30% similar to the face Wen Jianyan saw under the bed, but the details were richer.

To be precise... the mask-like face of the female ghost is like a poor and rough replica.

And the genuine product of that terrifying face was right in front of Wen Jianyan.

"Ka Ka Ka Ka—"

A burst of sharp metal friction sounded in the narrow bedroom, monotonous and penetrating.

A utility knife was slowly pushed out of the plastic case, and there was a cold light shining in the dim bedroom, the cold surface reflected the gradually clear and sinister smiling face.

"Hehe, hehe."

Her head was tilted as if broken, and nervous laughter overflowed from her throat, and she walked towards Wen Jianyan step by step.

Wen Jianyan retreated step by step, cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

With his fingers hanging by his side, he had already firmly grasped the life-saving tool he had just taken out from his backpack—the concealment robe, which could provide him with a minute to prevent him from being found.

From the very beginning, he had already thought of a way out.

However, the duration provided by the invisibility robe is too short, and it is still very difficult to open the door and escape in such a short time, so Wen Jianyan has to wait until the last moment before starting to use it.

At this moment-

"Meow."

A thin meow rang in my ears.

Wen Jianyan was taken aback.

...Little Orange?

In the next second, all the light disappeared, and the **** mass suddenly jumped out of the darkness at a speed that the naked eye could not catch, and rushed straight towards the female ghost's face——

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah-"

There was a shrill scream.

With this emptiness, Wen Jianyan quickly seized the opportunity, turned around and rushed towards the bedroom door!

The door that was closed just now seemed to have lost its strength, and was easily pulled open.

Su Cheng, who was squatting at the door, raised his head in astonishment, and met Wen Jianyan who rushed out of the door.

Wen Jianyan didn't care about any indifferent and upright person at this moment, raised his hand and grabbed Su Cheng by the collar, and pulled him up:

"Let's go!"

Su Cheng stumbled and was dragged outside in a daze.

After panting for breath, he heard the "click" sound of the utility knife being pushed from behind.

The voice gradually approached, as if something was chasing after it.

Su Cheng felt hairy all over his body, and he didn't dare to turn his head. He could only keep up with Wen Jianyan at the fastest speed, and shouted in a broken voice while running, "Where are you going!"

Wen Jianyan also broke down and shouted back: "Go downstairs!"

He didn't want to stay in this **** place for a moment! !

However, the two had just arrived at the stairwell, and before they could go down, they only heard an overly familiar humming sound coming from downstairs.

The lights at the top of the stairwell flickered dimly, and with the sound of heavy footsteps, the eerie and intermittent humming gradually approached—

Grass!

It's the old hag!

As the target of the other party's hatred, Wen Jianyan's hair stood on end, and he screamed in a slightly distorted voice:

"Let's go! Go upstairs!"

Under the attack of the utility knife and the sound of humming, Wen Jianyan and Su Cheng stumbled towards the fourth floor of the dormitory.

The bright red number "4" is printed on the mottled wall, illuminated by flickering lights.

Not far away, the stairs stretched into the darkness.

In the blink of an eye, several broken memories flashed in Wen Jianyan's mind.

in the toilet.

"There is a mirror in the dormitory building 408, as long as you can find it, it can grant one of your wishes."

"Do we have 408 on the fourth floor?"

"It is said that there are, but 408 was later sealed with cement, and you have to go to find it at two o'clock in the morning to find it, and after you open the door..."

at dusk.

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."