Chapter 340

As the words fell, Wen Jianyan felt that the arms around his waist seemed to tighten a bit, as if he didn't want him to leave.

The thin clothes on his body were not completely dry, and they were tightly adhered to the skin. The curves from the shoulder blades to the back of the waist were closely fitted, and there was almost no gap between them.

Wen Jianyan can almost feel the firm and undulating texture of the opponent's chest and abdomen, as well as the bulge of the muscles when the arms are tightened.

"..."

He froze his face and tensed his body involuntarily.

As if feeling the stiffness of the young man in his arms, Wu Zhu turned his head slightly, and the tip of his cold nose brushed against Wen Jianyan's earlobe seemingly without a trace.

"What's wrong?"

Huang Mao, who had been watching Wen Jianyan closely all the time, asked nervously.

I don't know why, after saying "We'd better leave as soon as possible", the captain's already unnatural expression became even weirder. Could it be that something is wrong?

After all, as time went by, the abnormality in the corridor became more and more obvious, and it was almost impossible to ignore it.

Looking at the pairs of eyes that fell on her body, Wen Jianyan restrained her slightly distorted expression, and pulled out a smile:

"…nothing."

He changed the subject: "Have you all seen that painting?"

Everyone nodded.

"Then let's go." Wen Jianyan turned around.

Taking advantage of the visual blind spot created by turning around, he pressed his hand on Wu Zhu's arm, and pinched viciously—

release!

Seemingly realizing that Wen Jianyan was about to move now, and the two of them could no longer maintain the tight-knit posture just now, Wu Zhu reluctantly loosened the band around Wen Jianyan's waist However, before waiting for the temperature, Jian Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that his hand hanging by his side was caught.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

The cold and slender five fingers firmly inserted into the young man's closed fingers, leaving no gap between the palms. If the last time was unintentional, then this time it was obviously intentional.

It seems that Wu Zhu has already grasped the key points of interlocking fingers without a teacher.

"..."

Wen Jianyan glanced to the side expressionlessly.

Wu Zhu was still dead indifferent, he didn't look at Wen Jianyan, but stared at the front without blinking, looking inexplicably...

Put on a show.

"..."

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and looked away wearily.

never mind.

At least compared to the cuddling posture just now, it's just holding hands at most now, since it doesn't affect his next actions, then let him go.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"..."

"..."

"I'm starting to wonder, what kind of live broadcast are we watching?"

"Can't help but look up at the title, this is indeed a horror copy, right?"

"Damn it, it's so weird! Why is the atmosphere between the system bug and the anchor who is about to understand it so strange! Why do you still hold hands when you walk! And you even interlock your fingers! Such a weird situation is really suitable for appearing in Our live broadcast platform!"

"And why did the anchor go with him! Why!"

As time went by, the air became colder and colder, and the ghostly aura in the dark corridor became stronger and stronger. Just staying here made one's heart tremble, and he couldn't help wanting to stay away.

"Crack."

There seemed to be a faint sound of glass breaking in the darkness.

The activities of the portraits in the frame gradually became obvious, and even the shadows of human figures began to emerge.

At this time, the familiar mechanical sound of the system came from the ear:

【Ding! Plot offset: 15 bonus points: 100000]

Wen Jianyan's heart skipped a beat.

Although he didn't fully understand where the plot shift came from this time, he could still guess the general direction.

The appearance of the fragments of the evil god, the breaking of the corridor barrier, and the alienation of the corridor may all be the reasons for the deviation of the plot.

From the looks of it, this dungeon does not have such a strict determination of plot offset like [Changsheng Building], but like other normal dungeons, it has a plot offset that can be gradually increased, and...

The points given are really too generous.

Wen Jianyan restrained his somewhat divergent thinking, and quickened his pace again.

A group of people in the team walked forward along the corridor. They hurriedly tried to stay away from this gradually becoming weird and dangerous corridor as quickly as possible.

Soon, the closed door of the painting shop appeared not far away.

Before walking out of the corridor, Wen Jianyan paused slightly, turned her head uncontrollably and glanced behind her.

The empty corridor behind is bottomless, as dark as an abyss, like a big hole that you can never get out of if you fall into it.

Wen Jianyan pursed her lips, her eyes flickering.

He knew that although they had to leave here, it didn't mean that all the mysteries in this corridor had been solved.

Although I have guessed the general concept of this corridor and the possible functions of these oil paintings hanging on the walls on both sides, why are these paintings hanging on the corridor, and if the portraits in the dark red frame , would really be protected in some way? Why did the residents of the small town become what they are now?

Those pale faces with fuzzy facial features and raised mouth corners flashed through the mind of those oil paintings, Wen Jianyan shivered involuntarily.

More importantly, why did the gentlemen try their best to hang their own portraits in it?

He is dimly aware that he has now found some key clues about this dungeon, and even about the hidden truth of the nightmare. Blank big hole.

Wen Jianyan lowered her hand subconsciously, wanting to touch her pocket, but quickly held back.

Although he really wanted to find clues, his reason told him that he had to go now.

This corridor is no longer safe, they must leave quickly.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and looked away.

On the side, Bai Xue stared at Wen Jianyan thoughtfully, showing an elusive expression.

Soon, the group returned to the door of the painting shop.

Before pushing the door, Yun Bilan turned her head to look at Wen Jianyan, her eyes flickered under the mask, and her voice was dull:

"Can you really do it?"

The road outside the painting shop is inaccessible to human beings. If you lose the disguise of "ghost", you will be discovered by corpses wandering on the street. Wen Jianyan gave his mask to Yun Bilan, and he himself There is only one spare human leather jacket left, but without a mask, the human leather jacket can only serve as a protection from the rain, and cannot allow other corpses to regard him as one of them.

Wen Jianyan squinted and smiled:

"certainly."

He seems to have been prepared.

Yun Bilan took a deep breath, raised her hand and opened the door.

With a creaking sound, the crooked wooden door was pushed open in front of everyone's eyes, and the gloomy, rain-shrouded street appeared in front of them. Stiff corpses wandered on the street, walking along the road aimlessly. The street goes down.

A group of people tidied up their "equipment", looked at each other, and walked towards the street.

Wen Jianyan, on the other hand, opened his backpack and took out the props.

【Bride's red hijab】

Effectiveness: On the premise that the red hijab covers the facial features, the user is given an inhuman identity for three minutes (Note: This effect is only valid for the existence of non-hosts in the copy)

Number of uses: once

He activates the props for use.

A scarlet scarlet handkerchief with the word "囍" embroidered on it appeared in Wen Jianyan's hands.

Huang Mao was startled: "This is...?"

Wen Jian introduced succinctly: "A prop that can make ghosts mistake me for their kind."

"Help me pay attention to the reactions of those corpses."

he commanded.

After speaking, Wen Jianyan let out a shallow breath, covered her face with a hipa, and walked out of the painting shop.

Huangmao looked at the corpses roaming the streets with trepidation.

Their heads did not turn due to Wen Jianyan's actions, as if they were completely unaware that a "human" had entered this street.

Huang Mao's heart was relieved, and he told Wen Jianyan in a low voice:

"no response."

Wen Jianyan was not surprised by this.

After all, this is a prop he obtained from the painting on the third floor of the copy of [Changsheng Building], and it has been proven effective in that copy, so it should also work in this copy that is closely related to the Changsheng Building. to the effect.

His voice came from under the hijab:

"This item has a short lifespan, we must act quickly."

With that said, Wen Jianyan took a step forward and hurried forward.

Huangmao nodded.

At this time, he suddenly thought of something, and hurried to catch up with the front a few steps, and asked with some concern: "But, will you not see the way now? Do you need to pull me away?"

After all, Wen Jianyan's face was completely blocked by the veil, and he could hardly see the road in front of him. However, the road was uneven and there were many corpses wandering on it. If he speeded up, accidents would easily happen.

When Huang Mao said the word "pull", Wen Jianyan clearly felt that the cold palm that was holding his right hand tightened suddenly, like a wild animal that had been touched into its territory, with a A danger that is ready to go.

He hastily said:

"No!"

Huangmao: "?"

He didn't know why Wen Jianyan's voice suddenly became urgent.

Wen Jianyan grabbed Wu Zhu's finger, trying to calm him down, and said in a calm tone: "I can see the outside from inside this prop, don't worry about me, just run quickly, I will will follow."

"…okay."

Huangmao nodded, and stopped insisting. He opened his pace and ran forward quickly.

Wen Jianyan breathed a sigh of relief.

He yanked the witch candle violently, and with the sound of the surrounding rain, lowered his voice and gritted his teeth and said:

"Kicked off my crutches, then you have to be responsible, do you hear me?"

Of course he lied to Huang Mao.

The red hijab is completely red, and you can't see anything at all. You can only see a little wet ground from under the red hijab. With such a limited visual range, it is almost impossible to run fast on the complicated streets. .

"Hmm."

A low male voice rang in his ears.

Although there was only one short syllable, Wen Jianyan clearly captured the unabashed pleasure in it.

"..."

Feelings at this time you can understand everything?

Wen Jianyan rolled her eyes greatly under the red hijab.

A group of people ran wildly in the direction they came from on the rainy street, carefully avoiding all the corpses wandering around, and rushed straight forward. Glanced in the direction.

Out of sight of everyone, a young man with a red hijab running on his head ran at the end, one of his hands stretched forward slightly, and the palm of his hand was held empty, as if he was being held firmly by someone.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"..."

"Not only wearing a red hijab, but also **** holding hands... um... I'm sure I'm not the only one who finds this scene weird!"

"I have checked the name of this live broadcast room several times, it is indeed a horror copy, yes..."

"But why is the atmosphere in this live broadcast room so gay!! I can't accept it! I'm here to see the blood and screams, not this kind of stuff!"

"I always feel like I got some weird CP?"

"That's weird, take another look."

"Don't make a fuss, okay? I think it's normal. The anchor is obviously planning to take advantage of this bug. Whether it's letting him take himself out of the corridor just now, or using him to avoid obstacles now, it's all because of the benefits. Tu, that's why we haven't eliminated him for the time being, it's all acting! After the danger is resolved, it should be time to turn around!"

"That's right, don't be fooled by the **** air on the surface. The anchor is obviously the type who uses everything available to pass the level. Don't knock all the cps in the front, okay? This is obviously fake! "

"But, am I the only one who notices? The anchor ran without any hesitation at all... It doesn't look like his eyes are blindfolded. If he didn't subconsciously believe in the person in front of him, he would run forward so blindly. ?"

"Coming!"

Across the rain curtain, Chen Mo, who was running at the front, shouted, "Speed ​​up!"

From a distance, the mask shop can already be vaguely seen.

As long as they passed the mask shop, theoretically speaking, they would leave this ghost street and enter that normal street.

Under the slightly swaying red hijab, Wen Jianyan gasped for breath, and ran forward with all his strength when he couldn't see anything.

The red cloth was soaked by the rain and fell heavily in front of his face, covering his eyes, mouth and nose, making him almost breathless.

In a world full of red, he subconsciously grasped the only real hand in front of him, and glanced at the countdown timer beside him.

【00:25】

There are still 15 seconds left for the item to be used.

Chen Mo is an ordinary person, and his vision range in the rain is not too far away. Since he said that he is coming soon, it means that the next distance should be very close.

Fifteen seconds is plenty.

Wen Jianyan quickened his pace again.

Suddenly, for some reason, a corpse in front of him who was motionless on the street suddenly took a step to the side, just in time to collide with Wen Jianyan.

"!?"

This was caught off guard, Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank suddenly, his body swayed, and he almost fell down.

His heart beat like a drum, and he hurriedly stabilized his figure.

Although Wen Jianyan didn't fall down in time because of Wen Jianyan's reaction, the red hijab that was soaked in rainwater tilted down on his face, revealing the beautiful white chin of the young man.

In the next second, the countdown in sight stopped without warning.

At that moment, Wen Jianyan seemed to realize something suddenly, and his breathing seemed to stop.

In the item introduction list, the prerequisite for the activation of the item is that the facial features are covered—!

In other words, under this sudden skew, the red hijab is no longer valid, and his identity has changed from a "ghost" to a human being again.

He wanted to raise his hand, but in that short moment, the human leather jacket on his body had already begun to swell again, revived, emitting a strong rancid smell, tightly bound around him like a living ghost. his movements.

Can't move at all!

Through the angle of view under the crooked red hijab, Wen Jianyan could clearly see that the corpse not far away began to turn slowly. Even though his vision was covered, he could still feel that countless strange and cold eyes fell on him body, as if trying to penetrate his entire body.

Oops-

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan felt a shadow covering from the front.

In the next second, something cold and soft seemed to stick to his lips, and the wet rain seeped in from the lips that were attached, and dripped coolly into the jaws.

【00:24】

The countdown starts moving again.

The human leather jacket on his body became quiet again, and the strength of wrapping him around him began to loosen, no longer being able to stop Wen Jianyan's movements.

Wen Jianyan made up his mind, and immediately raised his hand to support the red hijab. Before the other party left, he covered his chin again with the red hijab.

Finally, the group rushed out of the danger zone and returned to the original mask shop.

The panting of everyone echoed in the narrow and dark shop.

Everyone was wet and looked very embarrassed.

Wen Jianyan raised his hand and grabbed the red hijab covering his head. It had completely failed and was gradually becoming transparent, slowly disappearing from his palm.

"Time, time,"

As soon as the words came out, Wen Jianyan realized how hoarse his voice was.

He cleared his throat and said, "How much time is left?"

Chen Mo took out the pocket watch from his pocket, glanced at it, and replied in a slightly breathless voice: "It's almost right."

On the surface of the pocket watch, the pointer just moved to the junction of black and white.

In other words, the current Xingwang Hotel should have turned off the lights again and entered a dark period that lasted all night. During this time, they can finally travel through the two worlds again and return to the relatively safe hotel inside the room.

Wen Jianyan wiped her face and turned to look at the street behind her.

Outside the door, there is still the wet street, but all the corpses on it have completely disappeared, and if you continue to look into the distance, it is no longer as deep and dark as if there is no end. Very ordinary, no difference from the previous uninhabited road.

It seems that his previous guess was correct.

When the passage between the two worlds reopens, that weird street will disappear. If they don't leave before the street disappears, they will probably stay there all night.

If they were really trapped in that terrifying corridor... Wen Jianyan would really doubt whether they would be able to survive the next eleven hours with all their bodies intact.

Wen Jianyan's body relaxed a little, and he let out a long breath.

Next, he saw Wu Zhu's eyes.

The golden pair, without emotion or waves, flashed in the darkness, staring at him without blinking.

"!"

Wen Jianyan's heart skipped a beat.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the touch that he ignored just now seemed to become clear again, cold and soft remaining on the lips, looking very weird.

Under Wen Jianyan's silent gaze, Wu Zhu seemed to think for a while, then lowered his body again, and kissed Wen Jianyan's lips.

Wen Jianyan: "..."

do i mean that

However, the second after Wu Zhu's lips left, the human figure that was close at hand suddenly became transparent, like mist dispersed in the sun, or a broken reflection in the water, and Wu Zhu appeared in front of his eyes like this. Disappeared little by little.

Wen Jianyan was startled, and subconsciously said, "Hello—"

Before his voice could finish, it was stuck back in his throat abruptly.

Chen Mo on the side heard the voice, turned his head and looked over: "Huh? What?"

"..."

Wen Jianyan stared at the air in front of her eyes, and seemed to be momentarily stunned.

He turned his head, looked at Chen Mo, and said, "It's nothing, it's just that we should hurry back to the hotel now."

Theoretically speaking, at the end of the day and entering the night, there must be a big movement in the dungeon.

Especially when the black team is still wandering outside, they'd better get out of here quickly and rejoin the red team's teammates.

"You're right." Chen Mo nodded, then turned to look at the people behind him: "Have you rested? We should go."

Although the group of people still looked tired, they all knew that in the copy, time is life, everyone nodded, cheered up, and walked towards the door.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, glanced at her empty palm, and pursed her lips.

Mistake.

If you know that the witch candle will disappear as soon as you leave this street...

Wen Jianyan paused, as if he was suddenly stuck on how to complete the second half of this sentence.

He thought about it and found the answer.

If he knew this earlier, he should have started to clear the bug earlier.

The rest of the journey is smooth.

Wen Jianyan said that they had already mastered the general rules in the dungeon, and quickly found an oil painting in the residential area. According to the initial process, they opened the road between the town and the hotel again, and returned to the hotel after a long absence. Inside the Prosperous Hotel.

Familiar dark red wallpaper, familiar old ornaments, everything is shrouded in dim light, inexplicably giving people a very safe illusion.

The carpet was soaked by the rain from everyone's bodies, and the shape of footprints gradually emerged.

In the process of being welcomed into the "customer" in the hotel and successfully settled in, a group of people hastily retreated towards the door of the room.

It was dark under the door.

Obviously, according to the rules, the lights in the hotel have been turned off, entering a long night period.

Everyone looked at each other, opened the door cautiously, and walked into the dark corridor.

The door is closed in front of your eyes, and the "Do Not Disturb" light is lit on the door, symbolizing that the guests have settled in.

The group breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as they turned around, they saw—

At the end of the dark corridor, there was actually a small light on.

Under the faint light, one could vaguely see a dark figure standing beside the small lamp, as if watching them silently from beginning to end.

"!"

Everyone was terrified, and a layer of cold sweat broke out from behind.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Dull footsteps sounded, and the figure carrying the lamp approached step by step.

Everyone tensed their bodies subconsciously.

Under the dim light, the pitch-black corridor gradually brightened.

As the distance drew closer, they finally saw clearly that the person who came was actually the hotel staff who greeted them with a cart at the beginning of the instance.

"Good evening, everyone."

said the man.

He was still wearing the straight suit, his eyes were dark, and the corners of his mouth were upturned. When he was seen suddenly in the corridor where the lights were turned off, he couldn't help but be horrified.

"Congratulations to everyone who has completed the intern employee assessment and has become a member of our big family."

As he spoke, he turned his body slightly, his pale and stiff face became more and more strange under the faint flickering light:

"Everyone, please follow me."