Chapter 125

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"I'm confused! What kind of operation is this?!"

"Hahahahahahaha, isn't this equivalent to, hello, are you short of a boss? I think I'm a good fit."

"I'm dying of laughter, this is no longer just joining in if you can't beat it, this is directly preparing to ascend to the sky in one step!"

"According to this situation, the chances of winning are not bad."

The air was deadly still, so tense that it seemed to be on the verge of breaking out.

The croaks silently watched the uninvited guest standing at the door.

It is definitely not without reason that Wen Jianyan dared to say that.

The first rule of the principal: Please stay in the Dreamland Amusement Park all day long. If there are no special circumstances, please do not leave without authorization.

The director of the fantasy amusement park is not allowed to leave the amusement park.

In all the processes so far, Wen Jianyan has met all the workers more or less once or twice, but the "director" is always a mysterious question mark.

And, more importantly...

The director's room is empty.

Not only is it empty, but there is no trace of life. Whether it is a table, a chair, or a bookshelf, it is all covered with a thick layer of dust. Except for the note that says the principal's rules, there is nothing in the drawer of the cabinet. Without any items, the whole room was empty, like an empty cardboard shell.

The young man lowered his eyes, unfolded the recruitment information in his hand, and read unhurriedly:

"In order to meet the growing customer demand and expanding market share, the factory urgently needs more talents to join."

His enunciation was clear, and his calm voice echoed in the room.

In the slightly dim room, the skins of the croaks appear green and sticky, and their heads are too large compared to their body size, which looks exactly the same as the croak doll suit, the kind of faces that would look very cute on a plane, but were After returning to the real world, it will look too weird and scary.

They seem to be waiting, evaluating and inspecting, their eyes are sticky and cold, which makes people instinctively feel fear and nausea.

Wen Jianyan raised his eyes and looked at the employees in front of him:

"I guess, the positions that you urgently need personnel are probably not only night workers, right?"

Is such a fanfare and labor-intensive "recruitment process" just for ordinary night employees?

According to Wen Jianyan's understanding of the Nightmare live broadcast room, each dungeon in it has a "time point", and the time point of cutting into the dungeon is very critical. The first Hungry Ghost Festival before Chengcheng.

Therefore, according to the logic of the copy mechanism,

"Of course, it doesn't matter if it's not."

The young man narrowed his amber eyes and smiled sincerely: "After all, no one is more suitable for this position than me."

I don't know why, but when the words that are obviously arrogant and rude are said by the other party in such a gentle and polite tone, the almost absurd feeling is diluted. Whether it is body language or tone of voice, they all reveal a kind of almost absurdity. The strong self-confidence like controlling the field, with an impact that cannot be ignored, almost involuntarily produces a feeling of fear and convincing.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Wait, friends, did I hear you right? What he means is that even if you have a boss now, I will be more suitable than your boss, right?"

"You heard me right, that's what he meant."

"...Fuck, you kid is trying to seek power and usurp the throne!"

"Crazy, really crazy."

"Hahahahaha **** it, this is the first time I've seen an anchor dare to do this to an NPC, come on, frogs, **** this kid to death! Don't tell me you just let this guy rush to your door and talk nonsense! "

"The odds are 30 percent."

"?? Why did the harsh words become 30%?"

"Or"

Wen Jianyan said slowly: "So far, besides me, is there a second person who found this place before midnight?"

The croaks didn't move.

The atmosphere seemed to have been stretched to the extreme, like a bowstring stretched to the limit, and it would break in the next second, making a metallic clang.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"The odds are 50 percent."

"?? What happened in front?? Explain? Obviously nothing happened, so how can the odds become 50%?"

The young man stood at the door, his figure was slender and straight, his posture was relaxed, his expression was calm and smiling, as if he was holding a winning ticket, he calmly let the other side watch and look at him.

I don't know how long it has been.

The croaks in front of them moved.

Finally, they moved away slowly, silently making way for Wen Jianyan to make way for a straight inward path.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"?? Fuck??"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?"

"Isn't it, isn't it? Is it all delivered to the door and still not killed? This is all right?! Is there a bug in the dungeon?"

"Thank you."

Wen Jianyan smiled slightly, and walked into the darkness.

The heads of the croaks slowly turned as he moved forward, and their emotionless gazes fell on the only human being.

However, the young man seems to have long been accustomed to this feeling of attention.

He walked towards the darkness step by step, his steps were steady and unhurried, until his back was swallowed up by the darkness bit by bit.

In just a few minutes, the live broadcast room of [Integrity First] was in chaos. Most of the new viewers who were about to watch this **** **** die were very disappointed, and firmly believed that there was a bug in the copy, and the old Fan quarreled.

"It's all sent to this place and it's not dead. I don't believe this is not the back door of the dungeon!"

"?? This year's funniest joke belongs to yes, the dungeon will open the back door for this anchor? It will be good if you don't set him up to stumble and kill him!"

"Hahahahaha, it looks like he just entered the live broadcast room. In this anchor's live broadcast room, as long as this guy wins by his strength, he can only depend on his luck!"

"I'm a veteran fan of Nightmare, to be fair, this wave of anchors is really awesome."

"! I remember you from the one who spoke earlier, it was you who just predicted the winning rate, didn't you!"

"That's right, it's me. In fact, the reason is very simple. The longer this group of NPCs drags on, the more it shows that the anchor is on the right path, and it means that they are waiting and assessing the value of the opposite party. Otherwise, the anchor can't finish talking , will be attacked, how could it take so long."

"Yeah..."

"Crap, the route that the anchor took...fucking is too hidden! Crap, you have to be so awesome to find this way, I admire it, I gave this wave of rewards! [Reward points 100] "

Wen Jianyan walked into the darkness and walked up the stairs.

Soon, the reinforced concrete walls and huge brass pipes blocked the quacks from their sight. After confirming that no one was watching him, Wen Jianyan's body softened and he leaned against the wall in a collapsed state.

His face was pale, with cold sweat oozing from his forehead, and he pressed his stomach with one hand, showing an expression of wanting to vomit.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"??How is this going?"

"Hahahahahaha, it's time to show off the anchor's traditional entertainment skills, three, two, one"

"vomit!"

Wen Jianyan's face was pale, and he retched while leaning against the wall.

Grass

It was really dangerous just now! !

The basis for the actions he took this time is actually not sufficient, it is just his speculation based on clues, and this guess is not supported by actual evidence.

It's too risky, it's too risky...

Because all his current props have been abolished, completely unusable, and he is now in the other world of [Frog Food Processing Factory], that is to say, if he guesses wrong, there is really no way out , There is no way to go to the ground, there is no way to run away, there is no place to hide, and you can only wait for death.

Fortunately, the bet was right.

Wen Jianyan straightened up, wiped the corner of her mouth, and looked towards the end of the stairs.

Although the exterior of the building looks very different, the interior structure is still similar. After passing through a corridor, it is his destination.

The principal's office.

However, Wen Jianyan was very clear about one thing.

Just now, the quacks let themselves in so easily, it was definitely not because of how deceptive his words were, and they directly took down the throne of the head of the garden.

Precisely because they have no choice.

Judging from their performance, Wen Jianyan believes that he guessed rightthe recruitment this time is not only for night employees, but also to find a new director. They are willing to put him here, which shows Wen Jianyan's way There is no mistake, but it also shows that they are just ordinary employees, and there is no way to determine the position of the director.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and stepped forward.

And now, the real interviewer is probably still waiting for him.

Dream amusement park, in the children's area.

Wen Ya and Huang Mao waited in the park.

From time to time, she looked down at her watch: the time passed by every minute and every second, and there were less than fifteen minutes left before the final timeline. If Lilith couldn't be found, I'm afraid...

"Why hasn't the parade team arrived yet?"

Wen Ya's anxiety was beyond words, she looked down at Huang Mao:

"No, we can't wait any longer, let's go, follow the road to find"

"Sister, calm down," Huang Mao dissuaded: "The route of the float game is too complicated, and there are three more, and we don't know which route she will come from. If we leave now, we may miss it..."

Wen Ya knew that Huang Mao was right, but this did not relieve her anxiety.

She pursed her lips, her expression struggling: "But..."

Before Wen Ya could finish her words, she heard a burst of cheerful music coming from not far away, and the sound of footsteps approaching from far to near, it seemed that a whole team was walking forward.

This is

Wen Ya was taken aback for a moment, then raised her eyes to look in the direction where the voice came from.

Across the dense bushes, staff members in various suits are faintly visible approaching, clowns, cats, sheep, bears... They sway their bodies along with the music, approaching this direction step by step.

"coming!"

Wen Ya's eyes lit up, she dragged her yellow hair and ran forward.

"Wait, wait!"

Huang Mao's small body was pulled so that he almost flew up, and with two short legs, he struggled to keep up with Wen Ya's pace, and broke down, "Sister, please take care of my figure!"

"Oh yes."

Wen Ya lowered her head and glanced at the yellow hair, bent down, picked him up with one hand, and put him under her arm: "That's all right."

Accompanied by Wen Ya's wild run, Huang Mao's short legs and short arms swayed in the air, with a dull expression on his face: "..."

Following the route in memory, Wen Jianyan walked up the stairs, walked through the dark corridor, and came to the deepest door.

The words "Director's Room" on the door were scrawled, leaving only a mottled tin card.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand and pushed open the door.

The decoration inside is almost exactly the same as the director's room in memory, with empty tables and chairs, and dusty bookshelves. The only difference is that this room has windows, and it is a huge French window, and the dark red sky is outside the window , as if the sky is oozing blood.

And between two of the bookshelves, stands a tall mirror.

The mirror disappeared, leaving only the frame and the thin wooden board behind the mirrorit seemed to be the one that served as the door at the stairs below the director's room.

However, at one corner of the frame, there is a faintly glimmering fragment of the mirror.

The outline was so familiar, Wen Jianyan recognized it as his prop at a glance.

Through that piece of debris, another room that is almost identical to this side can be vaguely seen. Obviously, this is the passage that can connect the two sides. Wen Jianyan has no doubt that if he touches it with his finger, You can leave just as you came.

Wen Jianyan took a step forward and walked into the director's room.

His brows twitched involuntarily, and the moment he stepped into the director's room, the scarlet tattoo on his lower abdomen became hot, and when he was in the dream amusement park before, the temperature change at the tattoo was very subtle, almost like Illusion, but this time the feeling is too vivid, it is completely impossible to be mistaken.

It's definitely here.

Wen Jianyan's heart tensed slightly, as if he had been grabbed hard by a hand.

He stepped forward, all his attention was focused on that small piece of skin, feeling the temperature change.

Finally, Wen Jianyan stopped at the desk.

The hot feeling spread from the depths of the skin, as if it was going to burn his whole body along that small piece of skin, as if he was being run over by something hot, like a caress, It's like torture.

A strong premonition fermented in my heart.

He reached out and opened the drawer.

In the fantasy amusement park, there is the piece of paper printed on the rules of the director of the amusement park in this drawer, and here

Scarlet, like the bottom of the drawer soaked in blood, a familiar fragment appeared in front of Wen Jianyan's eyes.

Not big, only four or five centimeters in size.

At its edge, there is a thin, pitch-black metal snake wrapped around it. The snake connects head to tail, biting its own tail tightly, wrapping the mirror fragments in it.

There seems to be a dark shadow overflowing from the depths of the mirror, and the red and black fight against each other, making people feel chills all over.

Wen Jianyan stretched out her hand subconsciously.

However, before he touched the items in the drawer, a strong feeling of being watched came from behind.

Wen Jianyan withdrew her hand without a trace.

He turned around slowly and looked out the French windows behind him.

The sight in front of him almost took his breath away.

It was as if the **** sky was covered with crimson scars, and those scars opened at some point, revealing huge eyes.

White whites, red pupils.

There are layers upon layers, densely packed, overlooking silently, watching the young people standing among them through the huge French windows.

The scene in front of him was so familiar that Wen Jianyan almost had the illusion, as if they were whispering in his ear

I've been watching you all the time