Chapter Six

The swimming hair is motionless.

They densely cover the walls and the ground, as if some kind of shadow persists in reality.

In the dead silence, under the dark pressure hood, the passage of time seemed to lose its meaning.

Wen Jianyan stood where he was, with sweat dripping from his forehead and palms, and the comb lying in his palms became wet.

He has no idea.

But... the guess should be right.

After all, this hidden item was dug out from the hidden compartment of the old hag's cabinet in the first place.

At that time, he was very puzzled. After all, the things hidden in the dark cabinet looked ordinary, and could even be regarded as garbage, but they were deeply hidden by the owner in the most hidden place.

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

In the cafeteria, the anchor choked on his hair because of this.

That is to say, the ghost is punishing the students according to the old witch's code of conduct, in short, it is helping her.

It's almost like... a child with a lack of self-awareness, unconditionally attached to and obeyed by his mother.

The comb in the dark, the hair in the sink, the familiar humming, the corresponding lyrics, and the canteen aunt's hesitation when talking about Teacher Yang.

These broken clues are connected together in the mind, and the incomplete concept is gradually formed.

In the end, Wen Jianyan made up his mind, turned around and went straight to the first floor.

Whether this is the Shengmen or not can only be a gamble.

After an unknown amount of time, the hair finally started moving again.

The dark, thick hair receded slowly, thinning and shortening little by little, gradually revealing the pale limbs hidden in the middle.

The little girl was on all fours, her joints were twisted in all directions strangely, her neck was raised, her pale face was lifted up, her facial features were as blurred as a melted wax figure, and she stared fixedly ahead with her black eye sockets:

"Mother?"

She repeated these two words blankly, with complete doubts and strangeness in her voice.

There is drama.

Judging from the opponent's current performance, the odds of winning are 50%.

Therefore, he seized the precious opportunity in front of him without hesitation.

"Little Jie..."

The voice of the young man was deliberately suppressed, rough but also with a bit of feminine softness. The articulation and pauses were all subtly similar to Mr. Yang's. The just right choking and subtly concealed the sense of disobedience, even the audience in the live broadcast room Guys, after hearing this, I couldn't help but feel a little dazed for a while:

"Don't you remember mom?"

The little girl repeated in confusion: "Remember, gotta...?"

She tilted her head, and faced Wen Jianyan with that fuzzy face, as if trying to remember.

Wen Jianyan waited without saying a word.

His heart was beating wildly by his ears, his fingers were slightly numb under the excessive tension, his back was wet and sticky, and when the cold wind blew past, it brought a biting chill, and under the strong pressure, the bends of his legs trembled a little.

However, judging from his expression, he was uncharacteristically calm.

"Xiao... Jie...?"

The little girl recalled blankly.

Taking advantage of this gap, Wen Jianyan quickly glanced at the upper right corner.

The life value is full, and the sanity value is only half.

This place is really too narrow, if the opponent launches an attack now, he has no way to escape.

However, the remaining time of the chase is four minutes. Even if the opponent doesn't recall anything, as long as he delays for three minutes, he can pass the level.

Just hold on, hold on, hold on.

At this moment, a sudden "ding" sound came from beside the ear: "Congratulations to the anchor for accurately locating the key props. The special line in the hidden branch line is now unlocked!"

Wen Jianyan was taken aback.

What?

The barrage in the live broadcast room was a sensation:

"!! Special line! He actually opened a special line!"

"Has anyone seen it tell me, has Decai Middle School opened this line before?"

"The highest unlocking progress in history of this copy is 72%. It is unlikely that this special line has been opened."

"I declare that he is the strongest rookie in my heart!!"

"Could this be a vest? Could this be a vest?! If this anchor is a newcomer, I'll have diarrhea on my head!"

He only listened to the mechanical voice next to his ear and continued:

"Now you will be issued a live broadcast special task:

While singing, combing Xiaojie's hair.

After starting the mission, your chase battle will stop timing, and it will end automatically after completing the special mission. "

The countdown in the upper right corner stopped just right, and the four numbers of 03:15 were so bright that it was very obtrusive.

Wen Jianyan's face froze.

He stood there expressionless, his eyes moved down, and slowly landed on the broken-toothed comb in his palm.

I'm so stupid, really.

I only knew that this comb was a prop to prove my identity and awaken the memory of the other party, but I didn't expect to be able to start the special task in the live broadcast room.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and gritted her back molars viciously.

never mind.

Anyway, it's hard to ride a tiger now, so let's just use a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

He took a step forward, slowly and cautiously pulled the stool away from the table, then stretched out his hand to Xiaojie who was not far away, and said in a particularly gentle tone: "Come."

Xiaojie tilted her head, her confusion deepened on her blurred face.

"Look, your hair is messed up. I'll comb it for you."

The opponent still didn't move.

"Be obedient." Wen Jianyan lowered his voice a little, imitating the majestic appearance of the old hag.

Xiaojie hesitated for two seconds, and finally crawled towards Wen Jianyan's direction.

She climbed onto the wooden chair with pale thin arms, and sat up with her twisted limbs little by little. She faced the dusty mirror, and her thick and long black hair fell to the ground and spread out on the ground.

Wen Jianyan raised her hand and combed down the other person's hair.

The moment it touched the top of the girl's head, there was a sharp pain from the fingertips, and the strands of hair wriggled as if they were alive, and they were deeply drawn into the pulp of the fingers, greedily sucking and devouring his flesh and blood.

Wen Jianyan's heart trembled, and she began to feel a little dizzy.

A creepy feeling suddenly struck, as if the surrounding gaps were full of peeping eyes, casting malicious gazes from all directions.

The instinct to flee in the face of danger screamed, and at that moment, every cell in him screamed:

Forget the comb! Run!

hurry up! Hurry up! Otherwise it will be too late!

calm!

Wen Jianyan bit the tip of her tongue fiercely, forcing her body, which was about to escape, to stay where it was.

He glanced at the upper right corner.

Both health and sanity were gnawed off a large chunk, and the color of the blood bar also changed from green to yellow, while the sanity was even more dangerous, already leaning toward orange.

He took a slow, deep breath and sang:

"Little red comb, comb it in front of the mirror."

Xiaojie didn't seem to know what was going on behind the scenes.

She sat on the chair with her back to Wen Jianyan, gently shaking her pale legs, and hummed softly following the tune.

I don't know if it's Wen Jianyan's illusion, but the facial features of the small face reflected in the mirror seem to be much clearer than before.

Comb to the bottom.

"I remember."

Xiaojie spoke suddenly, and said slowly with some difficulty:

"Mom, although she is very strict, sometimes she will get angry and scary, but she is very gentle to me, she will sing while brushing my hair, and she will also braid my beautiful braids."

"Crush to the end, smart and beautiful."

The teeth of the comb slide down through the hair.

The little girl's words were confused, with a dullness and clumsiness that did not match her age.

"I'm stupid. I can't go out. There will be bad people when I go out. My mother can't protect me."

The blood strips on Wen Jianyan's head continued to drop, his fingertips had been eaten until they were bloody, and the bones could be vaguely seen.

Hot red blood oozes out, dyeing the broken comb red, turning it into a shiny, brand-new ruddy color.

"Two combs to the end, happiness is not far away."

After the second comb, the mirror reflected the little girl's gradually clear facial features, and the hair that had grown to the ground had been shortened to waist length.

"Mom, yes, I'm sorry."

"I shouldn't not listen to you, eavesdrop on other people's conversations, I, I shouldn't, sneak out of the room at night."

Xiaojie sobbed, raised her pale little hand and wiped it indiscriminately: "Mom, I'm sorry, I, I just wanted... I'm afraid they really made a wish and took you away..."

"Three combs comb to the end, combining one's heart and one's intention."

One last click.

The comb was slowly combed down, and the speed of the blood bar falling finally slowed down. At the end, there was only a little blood skin left in the sanity point, which barely stopped before it was used up.

The girl's hair no longer squirmed, and became docile and smooth, as black as ink, almost indistinguishable from normal people's long hair.

Xiaojie sobbed and raised her eyes, looked at Wen Jianyan from the mirror, sobbed with tears in her eyes:

"I make a wish, I want to help my mother."

"Those adults say that I am your drag, because of me, you must, must work so hard, and you will be so fierce to other people."

"I don't want to be a burden, I want to protect my mother."

"With my help, is Mom more relaxed? Not as tired as before?"

Wen Jianyan was silent.

He turned around and picked up the faded and dull hair tie from the dark compartment behind his back. As if his blood-stained fingers were not affected by the wound at all, he smoothly picked up Xiaojie's long hair at the back of her head, and skillfully braided it for her. A braid with a bow at the end.

Exactly as in the photo.

After doing all this, he gave a soft "hmm".

As if she had heard a satisfactory answer, Xiaojie laughed through tears.

She clapped her hands happily: "Great, I can help..."

In the mirror, the little girl's figure became thinner little by little, and she could only vaguely see that happy and happy smile.

The girl with the pigtails in a bow tie sniffled, carefully raised her hand to grab Wen Jianyan's sleeve, and said with great affection:

"Mom, I miss you too."

Along with that, her figure gradually became transparent until finally it disappeared.

Only the last sentence fluttered and dissipated in the air.

Wen Jianyan looked at the empty duty room, his eyelashes drooping slightly, and there was no expression on his face.

He turned around and picked up the photo from the hidden compartment of the drawer.

In the photo, a mother and daughter, one big and one small, are standing in the amusement park, smiling happily at the camera.

At this moment, a prompt sounded in the ear:

Ding! Your chasing battle has been automatically cleared, and the hidden branch is complete!

The moment the voice fell, Wen Jianyan felt dizzy for a while, and the next second, when he opened his eyes again, he found that he had returned to the entrance of the cafeteria.

The turmoil in the cafeteria continued, and the ding-dang-dang system sound kept ringing in my ears.

Ding! The live special task is completed, and the special line is unlocked: reward points: 5000]

[Live mission rewards are being calculated for you:

Dungeon Exploration Degree: 50% Bonus Points: 5000

Current plot modification rate: 62% Reward points: 20000]

[Remaining points in the account: 30900]

[Wow, congratulations on becoming the richest streamer in the entire dungeon!

Unlock achievement: With all due respect, everyone here is a poor ghost]

Wen Jianyan was still poor just now, but now he suddenly became the anchor with the most points in the entire dungeon, he was a little dizzy from the news.

In addition to being pleasantly surprised, Wen Jianyan was a little uneasy.

There won't be any traps here...?

[It is detected that the points in the anchor account are greater than 1000, and the system store is being unlocked for you...]

[Do you want to open the system store?

Wen Jianyan made up his mind: "Open."

The shopping mall interface of the E-level anchor unfolded in front of him, and the shopping malls of other levels were all gray and unlocked. Wen Jianyan tried to click. Although other interfaces can be opened, all the products and points inside are all " ???"state.

However, at the top of the interface of the most advanced S-level anchor shop, there is a dazzling golden coupon.

"Soul Contract Termination Letter".

The redemption method below is still locked.

Wen Jianyan's gaze stayed on the golden coupon for a few seconds before switching back to the store interface of his E-rank anchor.

Although only a limited area has been opened, the variety of goods here is still very wide.

"Concealment Robe: You will not be discovered by any monsters within one minute", "Stand-in Puppet: Create a puppet with your breath, which lasts for one minute", "Guiding Hand: Point out the location of a hidden item for you (level limit: Common, "Book of Contract", "Amulet"...etc.

The effects of the remarks below each item are eye-catching.

Wen Jianyan glanced at the price list, and suddenly his eyes went dark:

Good guy, any life-saving prop needs at least 5000 points!

Isn't this killing people!

He can see through the face of profiteers in this live broadcast room!

Wen Jianyan closed the system store expressionlessly.

He redeemed three and a half hours of survival time, and then deposited the remaining 9900 points into the account.

There must be a reason for so many life-saving props in the system store.

Wen Jianyan was keenly aware of the danger signs.

Therefore, he didn't use up all his points this time, after all, there might be a crisis moment when he had to exchange shop props to survive.

Just before the light screen was about to be turned off, his gaze inadvertently passed the upper right corner again.

Wen Jianyan was taken aback.

This time it was definitely not his illusion.

There is a little green in the center of the flowerpot icon, which is particularly conspicuous against the gray background.

... sprouted?

He reached out and poked the icon.

A line of text popped up.

Product Name: Apple Seedlings

Wen Jianyan: "..."

I already know this, thank you.

He wasn't sure what he had done to cause this apple seedling to germinate. After all, he seldom turned on the light screen, and he didn't take extra points to irrigate and fertilize.

However, based on the urination in the live broadcast room, Wen Jianyan dared to conclude that the growth of the apple seedling had absolutely nothing to do with the passage of time.

As for its role is unknown.

We can only continue to wait and see for the time being.

Soon, the turmoil in the cafeteria finally subsided.

The anchors sat back in their seats with lingering fear. This time, no one dared to dislike the swill-like food. The anchors looked disheveled, and they ate everything in the bowl with difficulty. .

After washing the rice bowl and putting it back in place, the anchors rushed back to the dormitory building before the gate control at 9:30.

"Kangdang"

Crazy rummaging sounded from the duty room.

All the drawers were pulled out impatiently and opened, the wardrobe door was slammed, and the mattress, sheets, and pillows were all scattered on the ground, and there was a mess everywhere.

The anchors looked at each other in panic, and stood at the door of the dormitory building, not daring to move forward.

Until the door of the duty room was pushed open with a "bang", and the tall figure of the old hag appeared inside the door.

Everyone was terrified.

The old hag has disheveled hair, bloodshot eyes, a crazy and furious expression, and bulging veins on her distorted face, looking like a ghost. She gritted her teeth and stared at the anchors standing at the door:

"...Has any of you ever entered my room?"

The woman swept across the anchors with a terrifying gaze, and the crazy aura emanating from her body was terrifying:

"There is a small red cloth bag, which one of you took it?"

"No, no."

"No!"

The anchors shook their heads in panic, for fear of being targeted by the other party.

"Thief"

The old hag clenched her teeth, "There is a thief among you..."

A nervous chuckle escaped her throat: "If I catch him, I'll make him pay for what he did"

Suddenly, the old witch seemed to suddenly remember something.

The woman stared and looked around the room with crazy eyes: "Where's Xiaowen? Where's the intern teacher? Did any of you see him?"

The anchors huddled together in panic and shook their heads vigorously.

Kong Shixing boldly said:

"I saw it in the cafeteria just now, and then he went to the backstage with the aunt in the cafeteria who cooked for us, and then I never saw him again."

The old witch's eyes fell on Kong Shixing's body, her cloudy and protruding eyes did not blink, as if she was thinking about the authenticity of the other party's words.

Finally, the skin on her face twitched:

"I want to go out for a while. You are not allowed to go out in the dormitory building. The lights are turned off at ten o'clock in the evening. After the lights are turned off, I will come back to inspect. If I see any of you still outside your room, you will have a good fruit. "

Saying that, the old hag turned around and walked out without looking back.

The anchors stood still in shock.

"What's going on...? That NPC's stuff was stolen?"

"It seems like this..."

"Who stole it? Player or NPC?"

Whispering voices sounded in front of the hall.

Kong Shixing and his two teammates stood aside, and the three of them discussed in low voices.

"That NPC named Xiao Wen is very suspicious."

"Indeed." Kong Shixing showed a thoughtful expression: "And what he took away may be some very important props. In short, we will also look for that NPC within the scope of our ability to see if we can get it from him." Get the props on him, no matter how bad he is, he can tell that crazy woman about his whereabouts, maybe it can give us a life."

"In short, let's go back to the dormitory now, the identity card has not been fully unlocked yet."

The players walked towards the dormitory building, and soon disappeared.

The air fell into dead silence.

In the shadowed blind spot outside the dormitory building, the young man bent down, poked out half of his head quietly, and looked around cautiously.

Great, no one.

Wen Jianyan walked out of the corner lightly and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he had a quick brain just now. When he came back, he saw the abnormality in the duty room, so he quickly hid.

Who knows what would have happened if caught red-handed!

At this moment, the familiar mechanical voice came again:

[Ding, it is detected that the plot deviation has reached the threshold, and the dungeon is undergoing uncontrollable changes!

[New story is opening...]

[NPC Teacher Yang Alienation Countdown: 00:30:00]

[Object of concentration of hatred value: Xiao Wen]

Wen Jianyan: "..."

789326 The bullet screen in the qwk live broadcast room was swiped by "hahaha".

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha, hatred is worth laughing to death."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha overturned the car!"

"I don't understand. In the book [Decai Middle School], there were anchors who took this prop before, but I haven't seen the old witch have such a big reaction!"

"Because the plot modification is too high."

"Speaking of which, I've seen this dungeon quite a few times, but I really haven't heard of this plot now..."?

"!! Damn! New line! Shocked!"

"If the anchor can really pass this new book, he must make a lot of money."

"Hehe, can you just let it go, I think the anchor is almost dead, and being wanted by NPC and other anchors, it's not 100% finished!"

At the same time, the logo outside the live broadcast hall changed again.

Ducai Middle School

Hall Difficulty Rating: D

The highest unlock progress in history: 72%

Viewing value: D+

The difficulty level has been raised to D+.

The viewing value flickered, slowly changing from D+ to C.

On the live broadcast plaza, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the shortcut entry of the dungeon [Ducai Middle School] jumped up again, entering the first page of the recommendation list.

External audience: ? ? ?

what's the situation?

What exactly happened in this low-difficulty simple dungeon!