Chapter 173

No. 02 obviously did not expect Wen Jianyan to do this.

He blinked subconsciously, his curly hair was disheveled, and a pair of chocolate-colored eyes shone slightly in the dark, looking a little dazed.

Wen Jianyan withdrew his hand very calmly.

The intimacy that was almost rewarding just now seemed not to come from him, but from another person, but in just a few seconds, the young man in front of him returned to his previous appearance.

Sensible, cold and full of distance.

The heavy gun is still falling in the palm, the metal lines are straight and cold, with the smell of gunpowder.

Vigilance seems to build a high brick wall, firmly sealing all the soft, sweet, and warm existence, and only a faint, fleeting sweet breath seeps through the gaps.

"Continue to go."

He said.

Wen Jianyan took the lead.

"..."

02 took a deep look at his back, and immediately followed him.

tight.

It's like a shark that smells blood in a sea area, or a beast that smells meat after being hungry for a few days.

Basement B1 of Ping An Nursing Home.

The corridor was long and narrow, with no windows. Except for a few emergency lights that were still on, all the lights had been extinguished, and the darkness shrouded it, giving people a heavy, oppressive feeling that could not be ignored.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air.

The hurried, deliberately light footsteps echoed in the corridor.

Everyone is rushing towards the exit in memory at their fastest speed.

Although Su Cheng's conjecture is logically sound, it still seems too bizarre to people's ears—that teammate who was separated from them in the elevator could really see so much in such a short period of time. something? Are his conclusions correct? Although he is a teammate, is there any possibility that Su Cheng might get it wrong?

There are so many things that can go wrong that many people are dubious about it.

However, in the following journey, Su Cheng's conclusion was quickly proved to be correct.

Whether it is the specific map or the pattern of the monsters they encountered, they are basically the same as what they experienced in the illusion. The anchors have already known the several possible attack locations, and they know exactly where to go. What props to use, what to activate, and what to avoid.

The "walkthrough" works well.

Even compared to the last time when No. 02 was in the team, this time it seemed easier.

Su Cheng's live broadcast room:

"Grass, is this the power of the backboard!"

"Laughing to death, really, if this is a game, then this is simply a cracked version."

"Thanks to the host next door, Wen Jianyan, for sending me the cracker!"

"Thanks to the host next door, Wen Jianyan, for sending me the cracker!"

Compared with the illusion, the speed of the few people was almost twice as fast, and they passed the negative floor without much effort, and returned to the stairwell again.

Like last time, they divided into three groups and ran in different directions.

In the pitch-black hall, the hills made of countless human heads came alive again. They squirmed and made sticky noises, probing towards the prey, trying to drag them into the lair and become part of them.

However, unlike last time, this time Wen Jianyan did not use a toy gun to destroy the illusion and send them back to the starting point, but reached the end of the hall very smoothly.

"Quick! Are you ready!"

Shao Yao activated the protective cover, stared vigilantly at the pale neck protruding towards her in front of her, and asked hurriedly without turning her head.

"immediately!"

Accompanied by the rustling sound of corrosion, the metal door lock in the hall gradually disappeared.

Soon, with a "bang", the narrow back door in front of him was kicked open vigorously, and cold air poured into the lung cavity, dispelling the turbid and lifeless darkness behind him.

"The door is open! Go away!"

With an order, everyone turned around and ran out at the fastest speed.

Behind them, the door slowly closed, and the pale necks wriggling in the darkness could be vaguely seen, but, as if they were afraid of something, those necks did not chase out from the unlocked door.

Even if the heads didn't catch up, they didn't relax their vigilance, but continued to distance themselves, and finally slowed down after confirming their safety.

They came to the courtyard.

Although this place is also part of the Ping An Sanatorium, it is not in the building.

It looks like a small hollow surrounded by semicircular wings. In the center of this hollow, there is a small church not far away.

The church is not too big, with a gray masonry structure, with obvious signs of time on the walls, and the cross on the top is very clear against the blood-colored sky.

That's right... **** skies.

Several people stood in the atrium, raised their heads, and watched the sky in front of them vigilantly.

It was a dazzling red that seemed to be soaked in blood, as if scarlet blood droplets would ooze from the sky in the next second, bringing an ominous filter.

Against the background of this weird background, all the buildings are shrouded in it, which makes people feel uneasy.

Huangmao gasped softly, his face turned pale.

Su Cheng, who was closest to him, heard it and turned his head to look over: "What's wrong?"

"..." Huang Mao shook his head and stammered, "No, nothing."

Although the red sky is rare in dungeons, it is not without precedent. After all, this is not the real world, and all weird situations are possible.

but…

Huang Mao couldn't help raising his eyes, and glanced at the sky above his head again.

Among all the people here, he is the only one who has entered the copy of Fantasy Amusement Park.

I don't know why, but the color of the sky here gave him a very familiar feeling, and the last time it gave him this feeling was the copy of Fantasy Amusement Park.

we can even say…

If it wasn't for those wounded eyes, the two skies would be almost identical.

"Hey, take a look."

At this moment, Lu Si's dignified voice came from beside him, interrupting Huangmao's thoughts.

Several people turned their heads and looked in the direction Luce was pointing at. At that moment, everyone's heart tightened and they almost forgot how to breathe.

Behind them was the main building of the Ping An Sanatorium that had just escaped.

Compared with the beginning, it looks completely different.

The huge building was shrouded in the red light of the sky, and the walls were covered with slices of meat film. Some of them gushed out from the gaps in the windows, and some overflowed directly from the gaps in the walls. It starts from the top floor. The top floor of the Ping An Sanatorium can no longer see the walls, but is completely swallowed by a thick, life-like fleshy membrane, and those agitating, neuron-like "creatures" , which seems to be creeping downwards.

It is temporarily stationary for now.

However, they have no doubt that after the next bell, the meat membranes will start to move again, until the entire Ping An Sanatorium is swallowed up.

"How long do you think it will last?"

Su Cheng looked at Huang Mao.

Huang Mao swept his gaze across the main body of the building, with a white face, and slowly shook his head: "At most, twice, maybe even less..."

If the meat membrane can spread so much in one bell, then, if the previous "rule" still works, the entire building will completely disappear within the next two bells.

At that time, the possible fate of the anchors who are still in the Ping An Sanatorium will be obvious.

At this rate of spread, it is difficult for the chapel to be safe.

Broadcasters have only two options.

Either complete the task before the Ping An Sanatorium disappears, get enough points to leave the notebook, or die for sure.

All are aware of this.

"How many points do you have left?" Luce turned his head and asked.

Several people's faces are not very good-looking.

Some of the integral tasks in this dungeon are not limited to the number of people who can complete them, but some are limited in number of times and time. Once an anchor completes this task, the task will disappear permanently in the dungeon. This also leads to different tasks activated by everyone. The same goes for the number of points you get as a result.

The person who completed the most missions among them was Lu Si, but even he was still less than three thousand points away from clearing the level...

To do it in two bells... that's pretty extreme.

Shao Yao glanced at her taskbar.

After they came to the atrium, the task bar was updated with new tasks.

[The primary task has been refreshed: enter the chapel]

【Reward points: 200】

Obviously, after entering the church, there should be more tasks for the anchor to complete.

"Come on, let's go in."

Luce pondered for a few seconds and said rationally.

He looked at Su Cheng and Huang Mao and the two: "How about you, are you together?"

Su Cheng shook his head: "No."

"You want to wait for your teammates?" Luce frowned, "I suggest not, he has been separated from us since the elevator, and his life and death are unknown. To put it bluntly, the possibility of him coming out alive is very low. If you really want to wait, why not..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Su Cheng:

"If he thinks the same way, then it is impossible for me to leave the laboratory in the first place."

"..."

This sentence hit the nail on the head, and Luce stopped talking.

Even if you don't need to observe much, you can tell that these two people should have known each other for a long time, otherwise that guy would not drag the unconscious body of his teammates in his hands at a critical moment. Can impress.

It's hard to persuade a ghost to die.

But the other person is different.

He looked at Huangmao: "What about you, do you want to wait too?"

"Come with us, your chances of surviving are much greater."

Luce persuaded rarely.

After all, there are only so many missions—whoever activates and completes them first gets more advantage.

It's not that he has established a deep bond with the other party, but that in such a short period of time, Luce also noticed Huangmao's visual talent.

Therefore, Luce actually has a little selfishness in poaching.

This kind of talent is not expensive to activate and lasts for a long time. Even if it is not activated, the anchor will not lose the visual advantage.

Moreover, compared with the anchor with unknown talent, he doesn't seem to be very familiar with the captain on the opposite side. He is less courageous and easier to control. His joining can increase the team's chances of survival.

However, to his great surprise, this yellow-haired man, who seemed extremely timid and cowering, shook his head without hesitation, and rejected his proposal:

"No, no, I'll wait here."

Su Cheng's rejection of Lu Si was not surprising, but Huang Mao was so firm, he did not expect it.

He paused, and couldn't help but glanced at the Ping An Nursing Home behind him.

Half of the building has been swallowed up, and it looks precarious against the **** sky—the captain on the opposite side is dead or alive, lost in it, wondering if it is possible to survive.

Even so, there are still two players who are willing to sacrifice their chances of survival just to wait for him.

"..."

In his previous experience, Luce had a full understanding of that guy's ability, but what he didn't expect was that he still underestimated the opponent's ability to control people's hearts.

This kind of charm that can make people follow desperately is really terrifying.

He sighed, no longer tried to persuade him, but turned around and left with his two teammates, and walked quickly towards the direction of the chapel.

Shao Yao's eyes flickered, she turned her head and glanced at Su Cheng and the two waiting in the atrium, then turned around and caught up with her teammates.

Su Cheng turned his head to look at Huang Mao.

His choice of this guy was neither surprising nor surprising.

Surprisingly, this seemingly timid person would actually choose such a dangerous option under such circumstances. The unsurprising reason is...Although he didn't know this guy before, he was brought in by Wen Jianyan after all. of.

And Wen Jianyan himself has such magic power.

"What's your name?" Su Cheng asked.

His attitude changed.

If he just regarded this guy as a temporary teammate before, now he has regarded him as a partner who can continue to get along and cooperate in the future.

Huang Mao grinned: "Yang Fan."

"Su Cheng."

Su Cheng introduced himself.

The palms of the two briefly clasped.

An intangible, almost tacit affirmation was born.

Su Cheng withdrew his hand, turned his head to look at the building not far away, took a deep breath, and activated his talent.

Watching the other party's familiar card-drawing action, Huang Mao was startled, and immediately realized what the other party was doing. He calmed down and watched the other party's behavior nervously.

After a few seconds, it was over.

Su Cheng lowered his head, frowned, and stared at his palm, as if there was an invisible card there.

"What question did you ask?"

Huang Mao didn't dare to breathe, and asked in a low voice.

"His safety."

"The results of it?"

"..." With a sullen face, Su Cheng slowly shook his head and raised his eyes: "I don't know."

Huang Mao was stunned for two seconds.

Although he is not a Tarot master, he has played in the real world before. The suggestions given by Tarot may be vague and difficult to interpret, but there will always be a direction.

Whether it's the cards or the cards, there will always be a little information leaked in front of a senior tarot master.

But... don't know?

how come?

Su Cheng stared at the blank card in his palm with a dignified expression.

Since he got the talent, he has only drawn blank cards twice, one time was the question Wen Jianyan asked last time, and the other time is now.

Even the talent of prophecy can't see through the fog of fate. It seems that some more powerful existence has isolated his ability. In the past, no matter what cards he drew, he would always have a faint feeling in his heart, something similar to intuition, but , only when he drew a blank card, his mind was empty and there was nothing.

Could it be that…

Is the other party's safety this time related to the question from last time?

The second floor of Ping An Sanatorium.

The rest of the journey went smoothly.

Perhaps it was because there were not many high-risk patients on the second floor, and they were not affected, turning into monsters like those on the first floor and the lobby, so they didn't encounter any difficult things along the way, and they came here very smoothly. To the stairs.

Wen Jianyan stood where he was and looked up.

The depths of the stairs are dark, leading to the distance.

The stairwell between the first floor and the second floor is connected. As long as he walks up this staircase, he doesn't need to go to the first floor again. Instead, he can go directly through the hall, and then go from the hall to the atrium.

In less than ten minutes at most, he will be able to leave the Ping An Sanatorium completely.

But Wen Jianyan knew that his real test had just begun.

Without any trace, he glanced at No. 02 beside him.

The other party looked no different from before, with a relaxed posture and a happy expression. His brown eyes were half hidden under the curly eyelashes, and the expression in his eyes could not be seen clearly.

The fragile rope begins to have a tendency to break.

Because the other side of the scale is starting to increase.

Leaving here means that the already fragile cooperative relationship between the two will come to an end. Wen Ji Jianyan no longer needs a high-risk patient to **** him. It is impossible for No. 02 not to know this.

Cooperating with high-risk patients is tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger. At most, it can only maintain a temporary balance. However, as long as there is a slight change in the environment, this apparent security will be easily broken.

Wen Jianyan understood that he was playing a very dangerous game.

A little carelessness, the whole game is lost.

He took a deep breath, took a step forward, and walked up the stairs first.

Da da, da da, da da.

The sound of even footsteps echoed in the narrow space, and every step seemed to hit his heart.

In other words, if you want to be bitten back...

It's almost time.