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After the experience just now, the hint given by this d-level dungeon is already clear:

"As long as you follow the rules, you will not be killed."

However, after the npc clearly stated the rule "Don't leave the dormitory after lights out at ten o'clock", the live broadcast system immediately updated a task that was completely opposite to the rule:

"Leave the dorm after lights out and explore the campus."

Isn't this clearly pushing the host into a death trap!

They hardly dared to imagine what kind of terrifying situation they would face if they were caught by the old hag after leaving the dormitory.

The echo of the clock echoed in the air.

The entire dormitory building has been surrounded by darkness, only the overhead light at the corner of the corridor is still on, and in the thick and suffocating darkness, there is a dim and weak white light flickering.

In bedroom 201.

The rookie anchor Cheng Huaquan stood alone in the dark, and hadn't reacted to the impact of the live broadcast task.

With trembling hands, he took out his ID card in a panic.

The initial duration was seven hours, and now there are four hours left.

Cheng Huaquan's fingertips turned white, and he held the card tightly, as if only in this way could he gain a sense of security.

He stared at the numbers above and secretly made up his mind.

He is not going to do this main line.

Anyway, his initial survival time is the longest. Even if he doesn’t do this mainline live broadcast task, it shouldn’t matter too much. Anyway, he only needs to get points that can be exchanged for three hours to pass the level. He can definitely ask the audience for a reward , before the next settlement cycle is reached, collect the points for customs clearance.

He really didn't want to meet the unknown monster outside the room again.

After completing the psychological construction, Cheng Huaquan turned on the light screen of the live broadcast.

He tried his best to please the audience, and spared no effort to meet any of their increasingly outrageous demands in the live broadcast room, licking his face and humbly begging for more popularity and rewards.

However, what he couldn't understand was that no matter how hard he tried, the number of people online in the live broadcast room was still dropping rapidly unstoppably.

It's like sand held tightly in the palm of your hand, the harder you use it, the faster it will be lost.

Cheng Huaquan finally panicked when the number of live streamers dropped to three digits.

If this trend continues, he will no longer be able to continue his life.

"Don't go, you don't go!"

He put that pale, sweaty face in front of the light screen, and shouted in panic: "You, what do you want me to do? You just need to mention, I, I will definitely—"

When Cheng Huaquan was sweating all over in anxiety, there was a slight "pushing" sound from behind.

There is a rhythmic, click-on-click sound.

It's so light, so light that if you focus a little, you'll be overlooked.

Unexpectedly, in Cheng Huaquan's live broadcast room, the number of people who had been losing suddenly stopped, and there was even a trend of recovery.

The flame of hope lit up in his eyes:

"Thank you, thank you everyone, I will definitely not disappoint everyone's support..."

However, Cheng Huaquan, who was immersed in ecstasy, didn't realize that although the number of people online in this live broadcast was increasing, the barrage was extremely quiet, almost no barrage appeared.

As a novice anchor, Cheng Hua didn't know that all bullet screens involving spoilers would be blocked.

However, in the dead silence, he gradually realized that something was wrong.

"Duh."

"Duh."

"Duh."

The regular impact sounded one after another, and became clearer little by little as time went by, until it was completely impossible to ignore.

Cheng Huaquan froze in place.

...That voice didn't come from the corridor, but echoed in this room.

In the back of his head, to be precise.

His eyeballs trembled nervously, and cold sweat rolled down his sunken temples.

Can't go back, can't go back, can't go back—

The light screen in front of him shook slightly, and the faint light illuminated the glass not far away.

Like a mirror, the anchor's face distorted by fear was clearly reflected on the glass.

as well as…

A pair of feet hanging in the air behind his back.

"Duh."

"Duh."

The drooping black toes hit the metal bedpost one after another, making regular sounds.

Almost uncontrollably, Cheng Huaquan's gaze slowly moved upwards—

He saw a person hanging from the fan.

His long black hair hung down, and the smiling face half submerged in the shadow stared straight at him, as pale as melting wax, a pair of strange pure black eyes stared at him for a moment, and the corners of his mouth grinned silently.

“…Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

The shrill scream pierced the darkness.

On the identity card, the remaining survival time dropped rapidly at a terrifying speed, as if it was being swallowed by some invisible existence, and it dropped to single digits in a blink of an eye.

Snapped.

In the live broadcast square of [Decai Middle School], a screen went black.

[The anchor has been disconnected]

[27463hud live broadcast room will close in one minute, countdown: 60, 59...]

In the live broadcast room that had turned black, the audience was delighted by death and were discussing contentedly in the barrage area.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a pity that the eight-hour survival time at the beginning."

"This kind of anchor who resists the main task is useless to live, and has no viewing value at all."

"At least the few minutes before the disconnection is quite enjoyable to watch."

"This death is too boring, friends, I vomited blood in the 789326qwk live broadcast room next door to Amway, and survived for 20 minutes. The sky collapsed and started. Not only did I survive until now, it is said that I have single-handedly raised the rating of the entire dungeon. Looks great!"

"That's right, that anchor is really good, bold and careful, with a very fine mouth, and seems to be a trumpet of some big boss."

"And he encountered this monster at the beginning of the game. It's really an extreme comeback. It's amazing."

"Blow it? Why don't I believe it."

"Really? I'll go and see."

As time goes by, the number of online people in the live broadcast room gradually decreases.

【5, 4, 3...】

The words in blood slowly emerged before the live broadcast room was closed.

【Our slogan is, entertainment to death】

In the dark corridor, Su Cheng fumbled in fear and walked forward step by step.

His initial survival time is too short, even if he has been desperately unlocking the identity card to earn points, there is only more than an hour left.

As a newcomer to the live broadcast, the number of online users and the number of rewards in the live broadcast room has always been half-deadly maintained at several hundred.

Therefore, even knowing that the price of violating the rules would be high, Su Cheng had to bite the bullet and leave the dormitory.

If he doesn't accept the main mission, he will definitely die.

The corridor was dark, with only the lights in the stairwell flickering behind, giving off a depressing and suffocating weird atmosphere.

In his live broadcast room, the audience posted bullet screens one after another.

"The main broadcast room has been broadcasting for a while, why is nothing happening?"

"Yes, I remember that this dungeon can't violate the rules, as long as it violates the rules, it will be targeted by ghosts, it's just a matter of time."

"I thought the anchor was lucky, but I just went to check with the anchors who chose to leave the dormitory next door. They are all safe. What's going on?"

"Did the first few not go to the 789326qwk live broadcast room to make up lessons?"

"?? Supplementary lessons? What's the situation?"

"The plot offset of this dungeon is more than 60%, don't you know? The ghost who will target the offending anchor is directly lost in the special route."

"???"

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At this moment, Su Cheng heard footsteps coming from the stairwell behind him.

Heavy, procrastinating, and with an uncomfortably weird grinding sound.

Something is walking up the stairs step by step.

He turned his head in horror and looked in the direction of the sound.

The huge shadow that does not look like a human being is distorted into a weird shape, and is projected onto the wall of the corridor by the dim light. The edge of the outline is wriggling, as if some kind of unstable existence is slowly changing its shape.

A strong sense of danger hit.

Su Cheng turned his head and ran wildly.

He heard a strange woman's "hee hee" smile from behind: "I heard that there are students upstairs who are still wandering in the corridor after turning off the lights..."

The hiss in the woman's voice became clearer, and the strong malice and pleasure seemed to be able to pass through the darkness.

"It's really not good."

The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, accompanied by a low humming, gradually approaching like a magic voice urging death.

Su Cheng was sweating coldly, and ran forward with all his might—

Second floor, third floor...

However, I don't know if it was an illusion, no matter how fast he ran, the humming sound followed behind him like a shadow, approaching step by step unstoppably.

It was as if an invisible rope was strangling his neck, tightening relentlessly little by little.

Just when Su Cheng was almost desperate, suddenly, without warning, a pair of hands stretched out from the side of the darkness, and pulled him violently!

Varied…? !

Su Cheng turned pale with shock.

A cold palm covered his mouth, blocking all voices abruptly.

In the darkness, a pair of eyes are as bright as stars.

The handsome young man approached, raised a finger to his lips, and made a "shh" gesture.

This... This person seems familiar?

Su Cheng leaned against the wall in shock, and nodded slightly, indicating that he would not make a sound.

Wen Jianyan let go of her hand, and quietly walked to the door.

He carefully pushed open a gap with his fingertips and looked out cautiously.

The corridor was dark.

A faint light source flickered in the distance, barely reflecting a large shadow that was slowly moving forward.

The old hag's figure nearly doubled in size compared to before.

Her head was pressed against the ceiling, her wet blue-gray skin seemed to be swollen, and it was extremely tight, as if it would burst open and crack in the next second, and some places that were not covered by the cloth had cracked several times, and the water The beads fell down with a tick, leaving a long string of wet marks on the ground.

The dark eyes looked out from the gap in the skin, rolling maliciously.

Before one of the eyes looked over, Wen Jianyan quickly closed the door, blocking the other party's sight.

The palm of your hand was silently pressed against the cold door, and you could almost feel the heavy vibration from the footsteps outside.

Really are…

It has nothing to do with "human appearance".

As the target of the opponent's hatred, Wen Jianyan's eyelids jumped ominously.

Time passed minute by minute.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the sound of footsteps lingering at the door gradually moved away until they disappeared.

Wen Jianyan breathed a sigh of relief.

After the biggest threat left temporarily, his mind turned quickly.

The next most important thing is to complete the face-finding task. If Xu Yuan's face is not found before the specified time limit, he doesn't know what will happen, and he doesn't want to gamble on this possibility.

However, the current situation is not good for him.

Whether it was the alienated npc who completely concentrated his hatred on him, or the group of senior anchors who hoped to find him, get props from him, and then sell him to the npc to save his life, they all pushed him to the forefront. If you make a wrong step, you will be lost forever.

It is very unwise to act alone at this time.

Wen Jianyan turned his head to look at the anchor behind him who had just been rescued by him, and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

He had watched the episode that happened in the cafeteria before. At that time, the anchor attracted his attention.

Is a newcomer.

No experience, but certain observation and analysis skills.

Be calm when things happen, don't bark.

What's more, since he's wandering the corridors now, he must be trying to complete the newly released main quest.

——Either they have the ambition and desire to grab greater benefits, or they are forced by the situation and have to take risks.

Either way, there are opportunities to take advantage of.

A smile flitted across Wen Jianyan's lips, like a breeze blowing, bringing with it fleeting ripples.

For some unknown reason, Su Cheng suddenly shivered.

?

what happened?

Obviously the npc outside should have left.

He rubbed his nose puzzled.

At this moment, the young man standing by the door turned around and walked over step by step.

As the distance drew closer, Su Cheng could not help but slightly widen his eyes.

The other party's glasses had already been taken off, and the soft youthful and bookish air was swept away, and without the protection of the lenses, a pair of light-colored eyes appeared sharp and clear.

At this moment, those eyes were staring at him for a moment, giving people an inexplicable sense of openness and sincerity.

Su Cheng stammered:

"You, you are..."

The back of the young man in front of him was as straight as a bamboo, and he looked at him seriously and solemnly.

He took out a palm-sized wallet from his jacket pocket, and shook it out in front of the other party, with a sense of calm authority in his voice:

"Xu Wen, police number 598405."

"...?!"

Su Cheng was dumbfounded.

In the darkness, the ID in the young man's hand flashed by.

After being stunned for two seconds, Su Chengzai finally came back to his senses.

The other party didn't seem to notice his reaction, and was frowning and stuffing the wallet back into his pocket, and continued:

"In the past five years, the number of deaths and disappearances in Decai Middle School has been abnormally high, but all related investigations have been closed in the end. It seems that there is always something hindering the investigation, so I use the trainee teacher's I came here as a cover, but this time I didn't carry a mission with me, in fact I..."

The young man paused and took a deep breath:

"I'm here to find my sister."

"Sister...?" Su Cheng's eyes widened slightly.

"Xu Yuan, disappeared in Decai Middle School three months ago."

The young man lowered his eyes, covering up the flash of pain in his eyes: "All my efforts were in vain, so I had no choice but to hide my identity and sneak into the school to look for it, but in the end—"

He glanced at the closed door and said with lingering fear:

"Just now... what was that thing just now?"

—A vicious product made by a certain perverted live broadcast room to torture them.

But of course Su Cheng wouldn't say that to the npc in front of him.

He just shook his head: "I... I don't know either."

However, since the old witch was mentioned, Su Cheng naturally remembered one thing. He pondered for a while, and asked politely: "By the way, Teacher Yang said downstairs that she seems to have lost something? Could it be..."

Originally, he was already prepared for the other party not to tell anything, but unexpectedly, Wen Jianyan nodded calmly and replied frankly: "That's right, it's me."

He took an old key out of his pocket:

"This is the only clue I have now."

Su Cheng: "!!"

Judging from his many years of experience in deciphering games, whether it is the background story shown by the other party or the special props in his hands, they are definitely only available to a key npc!

"Let me help you!" he volunteered.

The young man was surprised: "No."

He frowned, and resolutely refused: "This kind of thing is too dangerous, and it's not something you middle school students can touch. I can't bring you into danger."

"You also saw the monster just now. Do you think this kind of thing would happen in the normal world? If you were alone, you would never find your sister."

Su Cheng said seriously.

The young man who called himself Xu Wen had a slight glint in his eyes, and a trace of hesitation flashed across his face.

Seeing that the other party wanted to waver, Su Cheng hurriedly stepped forward, racked his brains, and tried his best to promote himself:

"Now that I have reached this point, there is no need for me to hide anything. In fact, I am not a student in this school. I have channels to obtain various supernatural props. If it is really a last resort, please believe me. I, I...I will be very useful to you."

He knows how to use emotion to reason, trying to convince the other party:

"You must have violated the orders of your superiors by coming here this time, right? You must have a very good relationship, and you must hope that she will be found safely, right?"

The air fell into silence.

Su Cheng waited in fear.

Finally, I don't know how long it took, the young man seemed to have finally compromised, let out a breath slowly, and reluctantly said:

"...Wait, no matter what happens, you must follow my instructions and act."

"!"

Su Cheng's eyes lit up, and he agreed as if afraid of the other party's repentance: "No problem!"

In the live broadcast room of 789326qwk.

"...I haven't seen a person who is so eager to sell himself for a long time (."

"Didn't you find out that the anchor has been using words to guide the opposite anchor from the very beginning, whether it's about his identity or anything else, he always talks about three points and seven points, even the props he got from the old witch He prevaricated them all, and was even led to the next place without leaving a trace... ah."

"That's right, in order to form a team with this fake npc, that anchor not only has to follow his instructions unconditionally, but also prepares to post items from the system store. It's almost like signing a contract!"

"Grass, I love you."

"It's so miserable. The anchor is booming and in a trance."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, the victim +1"

Wen Jianyan smiled briefly.

Placing victims in an unstable state of mind and manipulating them through external danger and coercion is a common formula for fraud.

The studio itself has helped him complete the most difficult step.

It uses the countdown to death and the threat of ghosts to create a dangerous slaughterhouse, which makes everyone in it tense and nervous.

All those who are caught in such an unstable mood will, in theory, become prone to credulous authority and become the easiest target to conquer.

Just like just now.

The dimly lit environment, the recognized npc identity, and the other party's inertial thinking about "game clues", as long as they are used a little, they can easily make the other party follow the script they have formulated.

Su Cheng: "Then... where are we going next?" Recently, the pop-up window is very serious, you can click to download to avoid the pop-up window