chapter Five

"Bang!"

Wen Jianyan turned his back to the sky, and fell down in an unsightly manner.

The tail bone hit the hard ground, and there was a faint dull pain, which made his expression slightly twisted, and he bit a low curse between his teeth.

But now is not the time to complain.

Wen Jianyan swallowed her complaints, raised her head with a grin, and quickly looked around her environment.

The bright incandescent lights above the head, the dirty washbasin in front of the edge, and the rows of dark blue compartments behind, both the color tone and the facilities, look much newer than the scenes in the previous copy.

Obviously, this is a toilet.

Ladies toilet.

Even those who don't watch movies often know that this scene is definitely a favorite place for all kinds of horror movies.

Being thrown into such a place alone all of a sudden, Wen Jianyan was not a brave person at all, but at this moment, he couldn't help feeling a little more apprehensive.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

He thought repeatedly in his heart.

Wen Jianyan walked towards the door, reached out and pushed hard.

Nothing moved.

The doorknob was shaken and made a rattling sound, but the door panel seemed to be sealed with cement, and it remained motionless under Wen Jianyan's shaking.

Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic!

And this is a D-level dungeon, a D-level dungeon! It shouldn't be so quick to throw people into a dead end.

Wen Jianyan closed her eyes forcefully, trying to calm herself down.

He took his ID card out of his pocket.

Identify card

Name: Cheng Wei (Changed: Xiao Wen/Xiao Zhao)

Age: 16 (Changed: ???)

Occupation: First-year student of Decai Middle School (Changed: First-year intern teacher of Decai High School/Dean Shen's distant nephew)

Related plot: not yet unlocked (Changed: ???)

Wen Jianyan found that the lines of text related to the identity of "Xiao Wen" were much darker than before, while the text on the side of "Xiao Zhao" was light gray, as if it would disappear in the next second .

He looked thoughtful.

It seems that as the number of people who believe in it increases, this identity will gradually solidify, as if it is recognized step by step.

So, as long as his identity is not exposed, maybe he can create a plot that has never been seen in this dungeon?

It's almost like tampering with the script.

He collected himself and withdrew his thoughts of running around.

This is not something to worry about as a person whose life is in danger.

Wen Jianyan turned the ID card over to the back.

The number on the back of the card was frozen on 21:05, motionless.

Seeing the stagnant countdown, he couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

This means that the survival time is not consumed inside the "hidden branch".

It's good not to waste time.

But...it also symbolizes a dangerous tendency.

Outside, although the length of survival is a limitation, it is also a kind of protection to a certain extent.

According to the information disclosed by the previous senior anchor, in this simple dungeon, as long as there is no violation of the rules or death, the duration will not be deducted, and the anchor will always be given a psychological buffer zone.

In this "hidden branch", this rule obviously does not apply.

In other words, he couldn't predict what happened next.

Wen Jianyan shivered, and an ominous premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

At this moment, an inorganic mechanical sound came from Wen Jianyan's ear: "Ding, it has been detected that the anchor's live broadcast has reached two hours, do you want to enable point settlement?"

This voice brought Wen Jianyan back from his trance.

"On." He replied.

"In the E-level live broadcast room 789326qwk, the average number of viewers per hour is 2000, and 200 points can be exchanged.

If the anchor is detected as a novice anchor, the points you will get for this live broadcast will be doubled, and 400 points have been settled in your account.

You are still 4600 points away from the upgrade of your live broadcast room, please make persistent efforts and create greater glories! "

"During your live broadcast, a total of 63 people tipped you, and you got a total of 500 tipping points.

It is detected that the anchor is a novice anchor, and the system will not draw a share for this live broadcast, and 500 points have been settled in the account for you. "

[The remaining points in your account are: 900]

[The next point settlement time is: 24:00]

"Wait..." Wen Jianyan suddenly realized something: "A commission? Will your system still take a commission?"

"Yes." The inorganic voice replied politely: "After the novice anchor period is over, the system's commission for rewards will gradually increase."

The corners of Wen Jianyan's eyes twitched, and he said dryly, "You guys really know how to make money."

He suddenly had an ominous premonition, and continued to ask: "What about the points for the number of viewers? Will you take a cut?"

"Will not."

However, before waiting for Wen Jianyan to heave a sigh of relief, he just listened to the mechanical voice and continued:

"However, as your streamer's rating increases, the conversion ratio of points will also change flexibly. All our rules will be based on the audience's viewing experience, please rest assured."

Translated, it means that the current ratio is one to ten, so it won't be so in the future, right?

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Don't worry!

The viewing experience of those audiences cost him his life!

Damn capitalists!

Before he could continue to question, there was the sound of approaching footsteps outside the bathroom door, and then, the low laughter and noise of two girls came through the door.

Wen Jianyan was startled, and retreated reflexively into one of the compartments.

The next second after he hid in, he heard a "squeak", and the toilet door that had been shaken by an adult man just now was easily pushed open.

"Da da da."

With the brisk footsteps, the conversation of two strange girls came from outside the door.

"...Speaking of which, have you heard of that one?"

There was a kind of creepy excitement in the girl's lowered voice.

"what?"

"That's right, that's the legend!"

Wen Jianyan stood in the toilet cubicle, listening to the conversation outside, his expression became a little complicated.

As a grown man, secretly hiding in the school girls' restroom and eavesdropping on...

It's actually a bit perverted.

The conversation between the two girls outside continued.

"Ah! Did you say..."

"right!"

Unknowingly, the girl's footsteps stopped in front of the door of the toilet cubicle where Wen Jianyan was. The figure swayed slightly under the crack of the door, and the voice came through the cubicle door clearly:

"There is a mirror in the dormitory building 408, as long as you can find it, it can grant one of your wishes."

Another girl's voice hesitated: "Do we have 408 on the fourth floor?"

"It is said that there was one, but 408 was later sealed with cement."

The girl said mysteriously: "You have to look for it at two o'clock in the morning to find it, and after you open the door..."

"Ah, stop talking!"

Another girl raised her voice in panic and interrupted the other party's narration: "If Teacher Yang hears about it, you must be fined and locked up!"

"The old hag?"

The girl's voice became gloomy: "She not only slapped me a few days ago, but also fined me not to eat dinner. This kind of ugly, cheap and disgusting woman should die early to contribute to the world."

"You, keep your voice down..."

"I won't." She giggled twice: "Anyway, that old hag better pray that I don't find the mirror, or I won't let her go."

The faucet was turned on and off, the two girls washed their hands while talking and laughing, and the sound of footsteps gradually moved away.

As the footsteps left, all the sounds in the toilet seemed to be sucked away by a sponge, leaving only a palpitating silence.

Wen Jianyan let out a breath of foul air slowly, and lowered his eyes to look at the gap under the compartment.

The shadow that was still shaking just now disappeared.

have they gone?

He raised his fingertips and was about to open the door and walk out.

"Tick tock."

There was the sound of water dripping outside the door, and Wen Jianyan paused involuntarily.

"Tick tock, tick tock."

The sound of water droplets approaching, sounded against the door.

"Tick tock."

A drop of scarlet viscous liquid fell from the ceiling, dripping on the back of the young man's white hand.

Wen Jianyan froze on the spot, a shudder slowly creeping up his spine, some unspeakable sense of terror made him shiver all over.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a bit itchy on the back of his neck.

It's almost like... the long hair hanging from the ceiling, shaking, gently rubbing against his sweaty skin.

At this moment, a girl's laughter sounded from above Wen Jianyan's head:

"Hee hee, eavesdropping, I got it."

Before the sound of the word "La" landed, Wen Jianyan suddenly raised her foot and kicked viciously on the toilet door in front of her.

Half of the door hinge fell off, and the whole door fell to the ground with a bang, kicking up a cloud of dust.

In the next second, as if his **** was on fire, the figure of the young man "swished" out, and rushed out of the toilet door without looking back.

It seemed that there was no reaction for a while, the hair hanging from the ceiling stopped for a while, and then seemed to be irritated, and rushed towards the direction where the young figure disappeared

The audience in the live broadcast room didn't react either.

"I'm still waiting to raise my head to kill! Why did I just run away!"

"I'm so mad! Look up! What are we looking at if we don't look up!"

"Fuck, this anchor is running faster than a rabbit, I think he has an afterimage when he runs."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, the anchor's desire to survive almost overflowed the screen, and the family members burst into laughter."

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

There's something behind, there's something! !

Wen Jianyan screamed crazily in his heart while running wildly.

nonsense! What are you waiting for if you don't run! Wait for the other person to ask politely, "May I kill you, please?"

Thirty-six strategies are the best strategy!

No matter what it is, run away first!

After flushing out of the toilet, there was an extremely familiar corridor in front of him, which stretched into the distance in darkness, with almost no end in sight.

Apparently, he's back in the dormitory building now.

It's just that the scene in front of me is much newer than before, most of the stains on the walls and floor have disappeared, and it shouldn't be the same timeline as him.

At this moment, there was a rustling sound behind him, as if something was rubbing against the wall and the floor.

As Wen Jianyan ran forward, she took the time to turn her head and take a look.

This look made his whole scalp tingle.

The pitch-black hair was like a wriggling snake, climbing and extending from the toilet door. In the depths of the dark tide, there were faintly visible pale limbs surrounded by them, rushing towards him one after another.

A thin, intermittent hum came from his hair.

The mechanical straight voice sounded extremely unsuitable:

[Congratulations to the host for triggering the scene: chase battle

Scene countdown: 10:00]

Immediately afterwards, Wen Jianyan saw two blood bars appear above his line of sight.

One is health and the other is sanity.

[If the life value returns to zero, the anchor dies and the live broadcast ends.

If the sanity value returns to zero, the host will become part of the dungeon, and the live broadcast will end]

[In order to bring a better viewing experience to the audience, please ensure that the live broadcast is unblocked, and do not disconnect!

Damn, you are trying to drain the last drop of blood from the working people.

Wen Jianyan's expression twisted slightly, and he ran forward with all his strength.

The long hair behind her followed closely like a shadow.

In all fairness, Wen Jianyan's physique is not bad, and his physical fitness can even be called good.

After all, having a well-proportioned body is a basic professional requirement. As a professional liar with a lifelong pursuit, Wen Jianyan can be considered to look thin when dressed, and fleshy when undressed. In short, running in the corridor for ten minutes It's okay to not be caught up.

But Wen Jianyan always felt that this chasing battle was not that simple.

"whee."

The girl's innocent laughter sounded from all directions, and for a while she couldn't tell where it came from:

"If you don't obey the rules, kid, you will be punished."

"Tick tock, tick tock"

Under the dim light, the blood-red viscous liquid slowly dripped and hit the floor, and the sound of water dripping echoed in the empty corridor.

With sharp eyes, Wen Jianyan saw that the small piece of ground where the blood dripped began to slowly change.

The cold and hard floor became dark and soft, as if a living creature was wriggling under the ground.

Wen Jianyan suddenly jumped to the side, narrowly avoiding the strands of hair attacking him from under the ground.

"Tick tock."

A drop of blood fell and hit his shoulder.

Wen Jianyan felt the right side of his body go cold for a moment, and a creepy feeling crawled up. In the midst of fear, he seemed to vaguely see a pale little face pressed against his right shoulder, with his eyes wide open. A pair of dark eyes with no whites were looking at him with a smile.

"Hold!"

His scalp went numb, and he subconsciously stopped.

However, before Wen Jianyan could take a closer look, that pale face disappeared in the next second, leaving only a small pit corroded on his right shoulder clothes.

Wen Jianyan looked back, and found that the health bar marked with sanity value had been gnawed off.

Good guy, it turns out that sanity value means this.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the long black hair in the corridor behind has already chased after him, spreading across the ground little by little, as if they were reaching out to grab his little hands.

"whee."

Pale limbs round the corner.

"Little red comb, comb and comb in front of the mirror, one comb to the end, smart and beautiful, two combs to the end, happiness is not far away..."

Babbling, intermittent nursery rhymes came from the hair, and the innocent voice echoed in the empty corridor, which was simply creepy.

The lights in the corridor flickered, dimly illuminating the weird limbs twisted and crawling through the hair.

Wen Jianyan's hair stood on end, he turned his head and ran wildly.

This time, he no longer rushed forward dully, but was a little more cautious and careful, nimbly avoiding the blood dripping from the top of his head and the long hair curling towards him from the ground along the way.

The further you go, the faster the blood drips and the harder it becomes to dodge.

Finally, under Wen Jianyan's wild running all the way, the stairway was finally in sight.

A number printed in blood red on the wall: 2

One side of the stairs went up and the other side went down, and both ends were submerged in darkness, as if it was some kind of ominous omen.

Wen Jianyan rushed upstairs without thinking.

However, before he could take a few steps, he stopped abruptly and stood stiffly on the spot.

Standing at the stairs, the young man turned his head to look at the pitch-black hair chasing him in the distance. Under the half-bright light, his face showed a rare look of hesitation.

Chatting in the 789326qwk live broadcast room was in full swing.

"Come on, I've decided to leave. Is the anchor going to go upstairs or downstairs?"

"It's definitely going upstairs. I can't get out of the dormitory building. I can't run away from such a big place downstairs. There are six minutes left in the chase. If I go downstairs now, I will definitely die."

"Come on, you know the host doesn't know about the fact that you can't get out of the dormitory building, I bet he will go downstairs!"

"I have to put my bets in perspective. I also bet that the anchor will go downstairs! Have you forgotten? The old woman in the cafeteria gave the anchor advice to 'stay away from the fourth floor'. If I were him, I would definitely not run upstairs!"

"This suggestion is actually correct, but in this hidden mission, the door of life is on the fourth floor instead, tsk tsk, what a pity."

"Don't look like a prophet in the front, okay? The two NPCs in the toilet have given reminders before, and the fourth floor has mentioned it several times. According to the previous operation of this anchor, I don't believe he will miss such an obvious one. Clearance reminder!"

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The strands of hair are getting closer.

The expression on Wen Jianyan's face became more and more vacillating, as if he was wavering between two options.

Finally, he seemed to have finally made up his mind.

The young man took back his steps, then turned around and rushed downstairs without looking back.

In the live broadcast room, some people were happy while others were sad.

"Hahahahahaha won, I said he must run downstairs! Most people would want to run straight away when encountering such a thing!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah this anchor was so smart just now, how could he be so stupid at this juncture?"

"Ah, this is so boring... I thought this anchor could last a little longer, but I didn't expect it to be cold again."

"I'm speechless, can I get back the money I tipped just now? @"

Seeing Wen Jianyan go straight to the exit after going downstairs, the barrage became more impatient.

"What's the use of rushing to the exit now? Follow it in the hall! Although six minutes is a bit of a limit, it's not impossible!"

"What's the rush upstairs? How can you be so real after watching a live broadcast? Anyway, it's a big deal to watch it in another live broadcast room."

"And to be honest, I've always wanted to see this anchor roll over."

"That's right, isn't it just for fun to watch the novice live broadcast? I really want to watch the high-IQ boss pass the test, so why don't I just go to the senior anchor?"

Even so, the number of people who had been at the peak in the live broadcast room began to decline, from more than 2,000 to 1,000.

Wen Jianyan quickened his pace and headed straight for the exit

The duty room next to it rushed over.

He didn't prepare any tools for picking the lock this time. Instead, he raised his long legs and kicked it violently, kicking the door crookedly with a bang, and smashing it to the ground with a bang.

"??? What does he want?"

"No? He is addicted to running to the duty room? This time is different from last time. Why did he go to the duty room again?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, these low-level anchors are like this. They all like to drill into their comfort zone, so they are stupid and really meaningless."

Wen Jianyan rushed in, went straight to the closet, opened the closet door with astonishing skill, opened the hidden compartment, and grabbed something from it.

He turned around.

At this moment, the tide-like hair had already rushed to the front of the duty room, and the jet-black hair climbed up the wall, crossed the threshold and the window, and headed towards the prey that had been staring at it for a long time

The lights in the hall began to flicker under the influence of some strange force.

The pale limbs twisted and deformed, crawling among the piles of hair.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath slowly, his forehead and neck were covered with cold sweat, his fingers twitched slightly under the pressure of extreme tension, and his palms were damp and cold.

He stabilized his trembling and began to hum:

"Little red comb, comb and comb in front of the mirror. Once you comb to the end, you will be smart and beautiful. If you comb it to the end, you will never be far away from happiness. If you comb it to the end, you will be happy."

Just now, he was still sneering and sarcastic, and the barrage that kept shouting bad was suddenly shocked:

"Wait, this tune?"

"This lyrics?!"

"Is the one in front losing his memory? Isn't that what the boss just hummed?"

"No, no, this boss never sang the last line!"

"! I know! Grass! The song hummed by that old witch has always been incomplete, and now the boss's singing is actually incomplete, but now it is put together!"

Wen Jianyan slowly raised his hand and opened his palm.

In the center of his white and slender palms lay combs.

Like the whole building, the time on this comb seems to have turned back. Although it is gray and dark, you can vaguely see the once bright red, and even the broken teeth have become complete again.

The swimming hair stopped moving and became quiet.

Behind the young man, the drawer that was pulled open vigorously has not been closed.

Among the messy debris that was turned over, lay a few yellowed photos.

Before the dust had had time to settle, two figures, one large and one small, could be seen above.

A tall woman was standing in the amusement park, and beside her was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl. Her black hair was tied into a big braid and hung down her shoulders. The two of them were very close to each other, their faces blurred by time, but But you can still see the happy smiles on the faces of the two, frozen in that narrow photo.

A few words were written in pen below:

"Happy birthday Xiaojie."

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, and slowly stepped forward:

"Xiaojie, Mom... Mom misses you so much..."

The bullet screen was dead silent.

"...? What the hell?"