Chapter 459

The weasel walked on the road with his head lowered, seeming a little lost in thought.

He didn't notice that not far in front of him, a figure slowly appeared in the middle of the road.

"Hello."

The clear girl's voice sounded, which was particularly clear in the dead silence.

"!"

The weasel trembled, raised its head like a frightened bird, and looked in the direction of the sound.

An innocent-looking little girl looked at him with a smile.

However, seeing the other person smiling, the weasel felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

No one knows better than him that beneath that angelic appearance is a terrifying devilish soul.

"Long time no see." Orange Candy said with a smile.

Weasel: "Yes...yes."

He said with some reluctance.

His face was green and white, his eyes were floating, and it was hard to tell whether he was guilty or afraid.

"I need your help with something."

Orange Candy tilted her head with a smile.

"What, what's going on?" Weasel asked.

"It's very simple," Orange Candy said with a smile, "I just want you to ask your companion out."

"…!"

Hearing this, the weasel's pupils shrank.

He pretended to be calm and said dryly: "You, what are you kidding about? My companion has abandoned me, hasn't he?"

Orange Candy said casually: "Ah? Really?"

She looked at the weasel and suddenly smiled: "But I'm not talking about them."

A chill ran down Weasel's spine, and he felt the hair on his back stand up.

He remembered... he didn't seem to tell these people that he had other partners in the club, so how did the other party know?

"Anyway, will you help me with this favor or not?"

Orange Tang narrowed her eyes, although her tone was still smiling, but anyone who knew her well knew that this was a sign that she was impatient and wanted to get angry.

"Help, help!"

Weasel hurriedly raised his hands: "Have I not been cooperating with you from the beginning to the end?"

"That's good."

Orange Tang smiled and waved: "Come here."

The weasel lowered his head and moved over unsteadily, his lowered eyes covering the expression in his eyes.

It was different from the past. In fact, their "hunting" this time did not go smoothly.

It's not sure whether it's due to the difficulty upgrade of the dungeon or the improvement in the level of the new anchor who entered the dungeon. Unlike previous actions, he and his "companions" can clearly feel...

The difficulty has increased.

In the past, each of them could get at least one or two badges on average after a class, but this time... not only the number of badges obtained was greatly reduced, but some anchors were even almost killed because they lost their monster points/ /He lost the badge instead.

-Yes, just as Wen Jianyan guessed, he does have a so-called "companion".

Of course, strictly speaking, they are not real companions, and they have not even met in the dungeon as other than "members of the society."

The reason why they are called "companions" is just because of the copy.

After all, the conditions for surviving as a "club member" are much more demanding than being an "ordinary student".

Although in the first school year, they deducted a badge every two days, this did not bring much improvement to their dire situation.

If they don't kill a streamer within two days, they themselves will die.

When they act as "monsters", all the advantages of being anchors will disappear. When entering a "crisis" where they can act, those anchors will become particularly alert. Because of this, this "hunt" It didn't start well.

Therefore, "alliances" began to appear within the community.

Only by joining forces can they take away the lives of anchors one after another.

Unexpectedly, after entering the second school year, their alliance would encounter such a heavy blow. This time, his "companions" gained little, and his situation was even more critical.

After being caught last time, all the badges on Weasel's body were taken away by Orange Candy. In other words... as long as he doesn't get another badge before tonight, I'm afraid he will really die.

Because of this, his desire to live is more urgent than others.

In fact, Weasel did not tell his "companions" about introducing Wen Jianyan and the others into the club. After all, his relationship with these club members was far from close, and the methods of some of them were even more terrifying. Don't dare to offend at all.

—At least at first.

"Send them a message."

Orange Candy raised her chin.

The weasel nodded with a flattering smile.

He lowered his head and began editing the message.

In order to prevent members of the club from competing for badges, each anchor has a faceless and identity-erased special design when he is a member of the club.

Because of this, the true appearance and contact information of "community members" are very valuable in today's situation where there are too many monks and too few people.

The group of people who forced him and were introduced into the club by him may be a good target... After all, they have just entered the club and they probably haven't had time to familiarize themselves with the rules.

And the weasels have their contact information.

More importantly, he was very sure and certain that they had badges on them.

The weasel raised his head: "I'm done."

He showed the phone to Orange Candy.

Orange Candy shrugged indifferently and withdrew his gaze: "Okay."

She didn't notice anything strange.

Right.

According to his observation, this girl should have the highest strength value in the entire team.

But perhaps because of this, she is not a very wise person.

And that young man are two extremes.

The weasel studied the girl in front of him, and then secretly observed the team behind her.

—And the young man who smiled, seemed gentle all the time, and showed no aggression at all was not there.

Unlike the little girl, although the young man never touched him from the beginning to the end, what he brought to the weasel was the illusion that every thought and every behavior would be seen through.

He was no longer there, and that terrible feeling of oppression that seemed to know everything disappeared with him.

It's a good opportunity.

The weasel looked away and let out a breath.

That's right—long before Orange Candy found him.

He had already given his information to his "companion".

And they are already waiting.

*

The other side.

Looking at the familiar face in the darkness, Wen Jianyan couldn't help but be stunned.

…Hugo?

Why is he here? !

Seeing that Wen Jianyan recognized him, Hugo slowly let go of his hand.

He didn't say anything, he just turned his head and looked in the direction where the footsteps came from.

The sound of grunting wheels echoed in the darkness, and a vague figure could be vaguely seen through the narrow gap between the shelves. The footsteps were monotonous and cold, moving through the room.

Time passes so slowly that there is almost no end in sight.

Don't know how long it has been.

Accompanied by the creaking sound of the iron door opening and closing, the sound of rolling wheels and footsteps gradually faded away.

Darkness returns to deathly silence.

“…”

Wen Jianyan let out a breath, and then his heart that was hanging high dropped slowly.

"Why are you here?"

Hugo frowned and looked at Wen Jianyan, and spoke first.

His voice was hoarse, with a hint of exhaustion that could not be concealed.

Wen Jianyan thought for a while.

The experience before and after was so tortuous that he could not summarize it in simple words for a while. After holding it in for two seconds, he finally condensed it into two words:

"…Accident."

"It's you, why are you here?"

Wen Jianyan looked at the other party up and down and asked.

He really didn't expect Hugo's appearance.

After all, Wen Jianyan didn't even know how he got here.

Hugo reached into his coat, took out a cigarette and bit it, then said slowly: "Accident."

Wen Jianyan: “…”

With a slight "click" sound, the golden-red flame jumped up and lit the cigarette **** on Hugo's lips. The weak sparks jumped and became the only light source in the dark room.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan's eyes moved down and he was suddenly startled.

Hugo was wearing dark clothes, and the surrounding light was dark. Only now did he realize that there seemed to be large sticky marks on the other person's chest and abdomen, like... blood that had not yet dried?

This also explained the smell of blood he just smelled and the other party's unusual state of exhaustion.

"You are hurt?"

Wen Jianyan asked.

Although the sentence is a question, the tone is very affirmative.

Hugo blew out the smoke and glanced at Wen Jianyan: "Yes."

Wen Jianyan frowned.

The reason why Hugo appeared in front of him with his injury was definitely not because he didn't want to treat it, but more like "it couldn't be treated." Similarly, it is definitely not an ordinary crisis to hurt Hugo to this extent.

Wen Jianyan did not ask questions such as "Where are you injured?" "Is it serious?" or "Do you need me to help you deal with the wound?" Instead, he asked straightforwardly: "Can you still move?"

Hugo chewed his cigarette and thought for two seconds:

"Disaster."

"Before you came, I should have been in a coma for a while." He leaned on the shelf, pinched his eyebrows, and said, "If there hadn't been a loud noise just now, I might not have woken up."

Wen Jianyan: “…”

Got it, it was the fall he just had from the shelf.

He cleared his throat and quickly changed the topic:

"Do you know how to get out of here?"

Hugo: "...Absolutely."

The room they were in now was very large, with four walls, and a dark iron door on each wall.

Hugo pointed to the door on the opposite wall:

"I came in this way."

He pointed to the door on the left again: "I've been in here before."

"There is no way to leave through these two doors." Hugo retracted his gaze and said, "In other words, we have two other options."

Although the information Hugo disclosed was limited, even so, Wen Jianyan still pieced together the general outline of the matter.

Hugo just said that he came here by "accident", so it is very likely that he encountered some crisis and was forced to come here in desperation. In order to leave here, he chose one of the doors to enter. Unfortunately, That road did not lead to the outside world, and the injuries on his body came from there, so Hugo was once again forced to retreat into this room.

Although Wen Jianyan was really curious about what was inside those two doors, this was obviously not the place to talk, and they needed to seize every minute and every second.

Wen Jianyan said: "Can you still leave?"

Hugo straightened up and said, "...Yes."

“…”

Wen Jianyan looked Hugo up and down, obviously doubtful about his answer.

However, now is not the time to focus on that.

Wen Jianyan thought for a while: "Wait for me here first, and I'll go take a look at those two doors."

Hugo didn't show off, he nodded and leaned back on the shelf again.

After settling Hugo down, Wen Jianyan walked towards the two doors that Hugo had not explored.

Both of these are very tall iron doors. The paint on the doors is dark red and looks like blood that has not yet dried. The bolts of the iron doors are locked from the outside. However, Wen Jianyan said: Not worried - Hugo obviously has experience in entering one of the doors, which means that the bolt is not an obstacle to him.

Wen Jianyan studied the two doors carefully, trying to find any clues that would allow him to make a decision.

Unfortunately, as he had guessed before, there was no difference between the two doors before they were opened. It was as if they had been copied and pasted. Wen Jianyan had almost no effective method before entering the door and trying it himself. , can determine that behind that door is the way to leave, and behind that door is the desperate situation leading to death.

Wen Jianyan suspected that with his luck, it was not impossible to directly choose the worst one.

Theoretically, even if the first door is blocked, they can go back in time and choose another one, but the question is, can they really go back?

Hugo's wounds flashed through Wen Jianyan's mind, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.

Obviously, this is no longer just a matter of doubt.

If they want to get out of here alive, they must make the right choice the first time.

Otherwise, the fault tolerance rate will plummet.

By then... it will be much harder to get out alive.

"Have you thought about it?"

While Wen Jianyan was thinking, Hugo's hoarse voice came from behind.

Wen Jianyan turned around and looked.

Hugo didn't know when he had left the shelf and came behind him.

I don't know if it was the effect of the cigarettes, but his complexion seemed to be getting better, but it wasn't much better.

Wen Jian said: "...No."

To be honest, he would rather Hugo make this choice.

After all, he really didn't want to pin his hopes on his own luck.

Even if it's just a choice between two.

Hugo stepped forward, and the moment the two passed each other, Wen Jianyan smelled the scent of the other person - the smell of blood mixed with ashes.

Wen Jianyan was suddenly startled:

"Wait a moment."

"?"

Hugo looked at Wen Jianyan with a slightly confused expression.

The other party didn't explain, he just turned around and walked quickly towards the other door.

Half a minute later, Wen Jianyan jogged all the way back here again.

He didn't look at Hugo, but passed him and went straight to the door. He leaned towards the crack of the door and didn't know what to do.

Soon, Wen Jianyan took two steps back.

When he turned to look at Hugo, he seemed to have made a decision: "Let's go this way."

Hugo: "...oh?"

"Smell." Wen Jianyan raised his hand and tapped the tip of his nose, narrowed his eyes and smiled, "If you get lost in the dark, you have to follow your nose."

The door was closed tightly and their vision was blocked, preventing them from predicting the danger inside the door on the other side.

But...the smell is not blocked by the door.

Wen Jianyan originally just had the idea of ​​giving it a try, but unexpectedly, he actually made a new discovery.

Behind the door just now, he smelled a very familiar smell.

Moist, fishy and sweet.

In this copy, Wen Jianyan can always smell this smell more or less every time he enters a new place... It lingers around them all the time, seemingly everywhere, but this smell is also It also means the coming of danger.

Therefore, if they walk through this door... they are likely to go deeper into the core of the copy.

But the problem was that Wen Jianyan had too little information at hand. Not only was he separated from most of his teammates, but Hugo was also seriously injured. If he had to fight hard under such circumstances, he would probably be close to death.

Behind the door in front of me, the sweet smell was much lighter, and there seemed to be flowing air.

Previously, although Wen Jianyan stayed in the bag the whole time and had no idea how he got here, he could clearly feel that he seemed... to be going downwards.

In other words, if you want to leave, this door has the greatest possibility.

but…

Wen Jianyan remembered that the "shadow" who entered here with the cart just now left through this door.

He took a deep breath and swallowed the butterflies in his stomach.

The path he chose may be right, but... it's not without risks.

Hugo looked at him steadily and didn't ask any more questions.

He put out the cigarette, walked forward, raised his hand and pressed it on the door just like he did last time at the door of the gymnasium. The next second, the door bolt behind the iron door seemed to make a weak "click" sound.

But this time, Wen Jianyan caught a glimpse of gray-white smoke as thin as a gossamer flowing out from the fingers where Hugo had extinguished the cigarette, and slowly swam into the crack of the door.

Wen Jianyan looked thoughtful.

Apparently, at the door of the gymnasium before, the opponent should have used his own talent to open the door.

When it comes to the issue of talent, members of the secret council such as Hugo, Orange Candy, Gentleman, and Mason are different from Wen Jianyan. They are not afraid of using it, even if it may bring greater harm.

That's right, after all, as long as the bounty is completed, the nightmare will give them a chance to heal.

But Wen Jianyan was different. He was too wary of nightmares—especially in terms of "welfare."

Therefore, even though he knew that completing the bounty mission could alleviate the side effects of excessive use of talents, he was still wary of it - after all, Wen Jianyan did not want to have anything to do with anything in the nightmare.

With a creaking sound, the iron door slowly opened in front of the two people.

Behind the door is a dark, slender passage that leads nowhere.

Wen Jianyan lowered his head and rubbed the ground with the soles of his shoes - the ground was not covered with anything and was a little damp, but it confirmed Wen Jianyan's guess.

They should indeed be underground now.

"Let's go." Hugo took out a cigarette from the cigarette case again and took the lead. However, just as he took a step out, Wen Jianyan seemed to suddenly think of something: "Wait a minute!"

Hugo paused.

Wen Jianyan turned around and ran towards the shelf behind him.

Ten seconds later, I saw the young man rushing back with a cloth bag in his left hand and right hand.

"Here, here you go."

Wen Jianyan threw one of the bags to Hugo.

Hugo subconsciously took it, and the wound on his abdomen was pulled. His brows twitched, and his expression changed a little.

He lowered his head and looked at the heavy bag in his hand.

"…you sure?"

"Of course."

The young man nodded with a smile. It was obviously a very gentle and bright smile, but it looked a little treacherous for no reason:

"As the old saying goes, use all available resources."

This soil is no ordinary stuff.

It's cold and terrifying. Even if a real evil ghost is suppressed, it might be useful.

Wen Jianyan thought for a while and added: "Of course, it doesn't matter even if it's useless."

"After all, you've come here...it's not for nothing if you don't take it."

Although I don't know why this copy needs it, it is needed anyway. In this case, don't blame him for not being able to help but add some congestion to the opponent.

Wen Jianyan looked Hugo up and down, showing a somewhat regretful expression:

"It's a pity. If you hadn't been injured, we might have gotten more."

Hugo: “…”

Integrity First Live Room:

“…”

“…”

"I have never seen anyone so shameless!"

*

After leaving the room, the two walked forward along the passage.

It's also dark here, looking gloomy and particularly eye-catching.

The passage has no end at a glance, and when walking, it always gives people the illusion that it will never end.

Neither of them spoke.

They all know that the current situation seems peaceful, but if something really happens, there is almost no place to escape or hide in this place. In other words, it is best for them not to make any sound, and there is no room for it now. Distraction.

As Wen Jianyan walked, he calculated the steps he took in his mind, trying to measure the length of the passage under his feet.

I don’t know how much time passed, but suddenly, Hugo stopped.

He raised his head and looked forward.

Wen Jianyan followed his gaze—

Unknowingly, the passage has come to the end.

An iron door appeared in their sight.

Wen Jianyan frowned and looked at Hugo.

As time went by, the other party's face seemed to become paler, and the dark marks on his flanks gradually deepened, and the **** smell on his body became heavier. Fortunately, he remained silent throughout the whole process, which is a feat of endurance.

Wen Jianyan said: "Wait for me here. I will call you if necessary."

Hugo glanced at him, said nothing, and nodded.

He didn't try to be brave, and it was obvious that he couldn't be brave anymore.

Wen Jianyan stepped lightly and sneaked forward.

He reached out and carefully pushed the door open - it was unlocked.

It looks like Hugo can wait a little longer.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and closed her eyes, then she mustered up the courage to cautiously push the door open a crack.

The scene he saw was so familiar that he was stunned.

Cold lights, dirty walls, greasy stoves, and mountains of kitchen utensils.

This is...the kitchen?

Although Wen Jianyan did not enter the kitchen of the cafeteria in the dungeon, he did so more than once in the movie "A Day in the Life of Wang Ni".

He was sure that this was the kitchen in the cafeteria, but it looked much older and dirtier, and the smell of water mist and oily smoke was no longer floating in the air...

But the strong smell of blood.

And, most importantly, every time he entered the kitchen before, it was always empty.

But this time, there were two figures in white chef uniforms with their backs to him, and they didn't know what they were busy with in front of the stove.

Wen Jianyan's heart sank.

really.

"Chu...Chu...Chu."

There were heavy footsteps in the distance.

Wen Jianyan caught a glimpse of a fat and cold figure, also wearing a chef's uniform, who seemed to be walking in this direction.

His heart skipped a beat and he quickly backed away from the door.

Wen Jianyan stood there and thought for a few seconds, then turned around and walked in the direction of Hugo.

"how?"

Hugo leaned against the wall and raised his eyes.

Wen Jianyan told everything he saw.

"So, the kitchen is outside?"

Hugo raised an eyebrow.

"right."

Wen Jianyan nodded.

Hugo: "It seems you have indeed chosen the right path."

Although the kitchen was also inaccessible to them when they were students, compared with his last option, it was obviously accessible to the outside world.

Hugo asked: "How many chefs are there?"

Wen simply replied: "I saw three."

Hugo lowered his head and pondered for a long time. He supported the wall and straightened up:

"It should be fine."

But what he didn't expect was that Wen Jianyan shook his head unexpectedly: "No, I'm not ready to leave directly yet."

“…”

Hugo paused and looked at him: "What?"

Wen Jianyan said: "If I guessed correctly, there should be a hidden prop here."

When he was in the "movie" before, he was guided to the location of the prop by a guiding hand, but he did not find the prop. At that time, Wen Jianyan had guessed that the prop should be at the same location in the copy.

only…

Unlike the movie, the "cook" in the dungeon is too difficult to enter.

Not to mention that the opening hours of the cafeteria are very short, and almost half of the time coincides with their class time. Even if the time does not overlap, Wen Jianyan cannot escape the surveillance of NPCs and the restrictions of school rules in full view of the public. Find a way into the kitchen.

Wen Jianyan was about to give up this prop.

But I didn’t expect…

Things have taken a turn for the worse.

Wen Jianyan showed a shy smile: "...after all, we have come."

Hugo: "...":,,