Chapter 212

Almost in an instant, the world outside the glass was shrouded in pitch blackness that could not penetrate a ray of light, and the gloomy cold escaped inside along the cracks.

Inside the blackened lampshade, a faint fire flickered, barely illuminating the shop.

Although it was not the first time, everyone still couldn't help but feel terrified.

"it's dark."

Qi Qian's eyes sank: "Everyone is ready."

After the previous experience on the first floor, several people squeezed into the narrow counter as quickly as possible, and stood within the range covered by the lights.

The next thing to do is to wait.

The atmosphere became depressing.

Beyond the blurry glass is the darkness, like water stained black with ink, the shop is dead silent, and this small area that is barely illuminated has become the only safe place in danger.

Several people stared at the outside, subconsciously held their breath slightly, and waited quietly.

"Ringling."

In the distance, the crisp bell rang, which was particularly abrupt in the black water-like silence, as if it was a symbol of the start of killing.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat.

It seems that the "customers" have begun to patronize.

After what happened on the first floor before, they now know the whole process like the back of their hands.

The oil lamp is a symbol of the opening of the store. Customers enter the store to "buy" goods. During this period, although the lamp oil will be burned and consumed, the anchors who are shop assistants are not in danger.

The real danger begins after the customer leaves the store.

But...according to Nightmare's practice, as time goes by, as the floor increases, the difficulty will also increase accordingly.

Therefore, although they still made sufficient preparations this time, and even activated the anchor's psychic talent to select products that may have problems in advance, even if they have achieved this point, no one can guarantee that there will be no problems in the process. What new mistakes will appear.

"Ringling."

A new bell rang from another direction.

Several people's eyes flashed, and they looked at each other.

It seems that the previous visit pattern of "customers" on the first floor has been broken, or...the number of "customers" in the shops on the second floor has increased?

In any case, this proved their previous guesses to be correct.

It doesn't necessarily mean that the lower the number drawn, the safer it is.

In the dungeon of [Changsheng Building], luck is not the decisive factor. To be precise, everyone is equally dangerous as the floor rises.

In the dead and silent shop, everyone held their breath and focused.

"Da da da."

Familiar footsteps approached from the darkness.

-coming!

Everyone's minds were concentrated, and they immediately raised their full attention, staring at the darkness outside, waiting for the customer to come.

Stiff, steady, and dull footsteps are getting closer, and the thick darkness is approaching.

"Ringling."

The glass was pushed away, and the small copper bell hanging on it shook, which shocked everyone's ears.

A cold and smelly wind swept in from outside.

Welded to death in the oil lamp on the stage, the weak flame jumped violently, and several people could almost hear the crackling sound of its crazily burning, but the area shrouded in light was gradually suppressed by darkness.

The "customer" walked in.

"Da da da."

The "customer" walked towards the store step by step. The moment it passed in front of the counter, the temperature in the air dropped sharply, and everyone could clearly feel that the hairs on their arms were standing up.

Even though he knew that he was probably safe now, that creepy physiological reaction could not be suppressed.

Wait, keep waiting.

According to experience, "customers" should stop in front of the shelves they have deliberately emptied, and choose the products they need.

Footsteps gradually moved away from the counter.

One click, one down, one down, gradually crossing the front shelf, it seems that it is still walking towards the depths of the store step by step.

how so? !

The others gasped for breath, and at the same time showed expressions of astonishment.

Wen Jianyan couldn't help but feel his heart sink.

In fact, before the darkness came, he had already noticed that something was wrong... He didn't think that the second floor could allow the anchors to pass the level so easily based on the previous experience, but what he didn't expect was that their layout completely useless?

The nursery rhyme standing behind the counter had constricted pupils, and he couldn't believe his ears.

Also remember... none of the radios she selected by activating her talents were the real targets of customers? !

How can it be? !

The footsteps stopped suddenly.

The sudden dead silence made everyone tremble.

"Da da da."

Footsteps sounded again, but this time, they were walking straight towards the counter.

The interval between each step is exactly the same, as if it has been accurately calculated, stepping firmly on the gradually violent heartbeat of everyone, and soon, the footsteps stopped in front of the counter.

The flame in the oil lamp was beeping, making a violent burning sound, but the seemingly bright flame was extremely weak in the surrounding darkness, barely covering the few people behind the counter.

The gloomy darkness encroached.

As the footsteps approached, the smell of rotting corpses gradually became stronger, reaching the point where it was almost nauseating.

Under everyone's horrified gaze, a miserable hand stretched out from the darkness.

It is the hand of the dead that can be seen just by looking at it.

The skin was blue and loose, the nails were a horrible green-black color, and the back of the hand was covered with rotting corpse spots, exuding a strong rotten smell.

The hand slowly pressed down on the table.

Everyone almost forgot to breathe, and could only stare at the dead man's palm. After a few seconds, the hand was slowly retracted.

"Da da da."

Footsteps sounded again.

This time, it didn't stop, and walked straight out.

The glass was pulled open, the cold wind poured in, and the copper bell hanging on it made a crisp sound.

The "customer" left.

With the disappearance of "it", the darkness and rancid smell gradually faded away, the burning rate of the oil lamp gradually became stable, and the faint yellow light filled the entire storefront.

On the tabletop illuminated by the light, there is a blue-black palm print, and in the center of the palm print, there is a flat Ming coin.

The customer left the money and took the goods.

However, no one dared to relax.

They know that the real danger has just begun.

The moment the darkness was dispelled, several people immediately turned their heads and hurriedly looked towards the shelves that had just been arranged—what happened next took everyone's breath away.

The shelves are... empty.

All the radios selected by them disappeared, leaving only an empty shelf, which looked particularly abrupt in the huge store.

None left.

"Isn't it? They were all bought away?!" An Xin said in astonishment.

Wen Jianyan shook his head and pointed to the table:

"There is only one ghost coin."

"Then..." An Xin scratched his head: "Maybe it's because the price in their ghost world is different from ours?"

"No, Wen Wen is right."

Qi Qian cut off An Xin's words.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the darkness not far away, with a solemn and gloomy expression, "The footsteps of the 'customer' just now did not stop in front of the shelf we chose, and they walked towards the back of the shop. That is to say, the products it looks at are in the back, not in the front.”

"Hurry up, let's go separately," Qi Qian said, "We must use the fastest speed to find the location of the radio that disappeared and the radio that was bought by the customer."

Although he gave such an order on his lips, he also had no idea in his heart.

It seems that the experience of the previous floor is almost completely useless on this floor.

Clothes were bought, so the dolls began to kill people, but... any goods on this floor do not need a certificate, being bought is being bought, **** people?

Plus…

Their previous attempts to nip the danger in its infancy had failed.

Although Nursery Rhyme used talent, her efforts did not get the due return. The goods selected by the "customer" were not in these radios, and these selected radios disappeared with the customer's departure!

Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes.

I always feel... There seems to be some secret that he hasn't discovered yet.

While he was contemplating, several people had already entered the store in a hurry, shuttled between the shelves, looking for clues that they had ignored.

The same goes for Wen Jianyan.

According to his own memory, he walked towards the place where the sound disappeared for the last time, and his eyes hurriedly glanced at the countless radios of different sizes and colors in front of him, trying to find some clues.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan's gaze was attracted by the corner of the shelf.

A square brown radio, lying quietly among a pile of radios, looks so familiar...

Wen Jianyan frowned.

Is this the radio that I was holding in my hand when the nursery rhyme finally came out?

He walked over to the radio, reached out carefully, and took it out.

At this moment, the sound of the machine running suddenly sounded from behind.

It is very clear, as if it is sounding behind the ear.

"Shusha... Dear audience friends, good evening, I am your old friend...Shusha..."

It was a low-pitched male voice, using a very standard broadcast tone, "...the sky is fine tonight, tomorrow will definitely be... rustling... a sunny day..."

The voice suddenly sounded in the dead silence, almost making the scalp numb.

Wen Jianyan's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly looked behind her.

A pitch-black radio was placed on the second floor, and the small red light on it was flickering, and something suddenly started to operate.

"I believe that everyone should be waiting by the radio right now,... rustling..., listening to our show... You are a lucky group of viewers, next—"

"Zizi..."

At this moment, a slight electric current sounded from Wen Jianyan's hand.

A strange whisper sounded in the brown radio, as if it sounded close to his ear:

"You're all going to die here."

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