Chapter 209

"Sand... rustle..."

After asking the question, the weird voice disappeared immediately, leaving only the current echoing in the microphone, as if patiently waiting for Qi Qian's answer.

Aside, the fire light in the copper oil lamp is getting dimmer, and the weak light can hardly penetrate the blackened lampshade.

The lamp oil was about to run out, and they had no choice but to accept the proposal on the phone.

Qi Qian's gaze stayed on the oil lamp that was already on the verge of extinguishing for a moment, he gritted his teeth, and replied without hesitation:

"yes."

The moment his voice fell, there was only a click, and the phone was disconnected.

Qi Qian was startled, and looked down at the phone in his hand, when a busy tone of "beep beep" came from the other side of the microphone.

No response.

Then what?

With the shrinking of the illuminated area, the faint rancid smell in the air seemed to become stronger again.

Darkness invaded from all directions.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the temperature seems to have started to drop. The icy cold air is like an ice knife, cutting into the skin, bringing a kind of anxiety that chills the spine.

"Crack, click"

At this moment, the sealed glass door suddenly slammed, and the props they put on it seemed to lose their effect in an instant, and slowly opened to both sides.

not good!

Everyone was suffocated, their bodies tensed up subconsciously, and they suddenly looked towards the door.

Unexpectedly, the plastic doll disappeared, and even the dark hall disappeared, replaced by a staircase leading straight up.

The stairs meander upwards, and the top is submerged in darkness, as if leading to another terrifying and unknown realm, but in the eyes of the people who have run out of ammunition and food, it is no different from the winding road, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, as if they have caught the help Like straw.

It's the way up to the second floor! !

"Go upstairs, hurry up!"

Qi Qian said anxiously.

The rest of them followed closely behind him, and under the dim light of the oil lamp, they rushed towards the stairs outside the door at the fastest speed.

The moment he stepped on the stairs, a cold feeling spread all over his body.

"No, the props can't be used!"

An Xin hurriedly said.

Wen Jianyan opened his live broadcast interface as quickly as possible. Sure enough, except for the few bound epic props, all his props turned gray, including all props that could speed up the speed.

In other words, the only thing they can rely on now is themselves.

Qi Qian: "Run!"

At this time, everyone is full of only one thing:

Hurry up, hurry up!

Hurry up to the second floor before the lights go out!

The hurried footsteps echoed in the stairwell. Although only a few tens of seconds passed, the fire became weaker than before, as if it would burn out in the next second.

The narrow, dark stairs seem to have no end at all.

Inside the oil lamp, a thin layer of grease has burned to the bottom, and the tiny flame flickers on and off, dimming from time to time.

"Team, Captain..."

Tong Yao's complexion was pale, and she subconsciously approached the light, a pair of strangely shining eyes stared fixedly at the surrounding darkness, her voice trembled slightly, with unconcealable panic.

As a psychic, she is often the most able to see the danger.

And now...

She feels very bad.

His whole body was cold, his hairs stood on end, and his legs seemed to be filled with lead.

Her intuition told her that there was something terrible hiding in the darkness, and that once the light left, the lives of all of them would be seriously threatened.

Terrible, very terrible.

Even better than death itself.

"Faster!"

Qi Qian clenched his teeth, his breath was unsteady, and the sound seemed to be "forced" from between his teeth.

Messy footsteps overlapped each other, echoing hurriedly in the darkness, even though several people kept pace, a strong sense of despair slowly emerged from their hearts.

At this moment, in the darkness ahead, a faint light suddenly appeared.

"! Right ahead! Quick!"

Like the driftwood seen by a drowning person, like a spider's thread hanging down to hell, a ray of hope ignited from the hearts of everyone.

Qi Qian and Tong Yao were the first to rush into the light, followed by Su Cheng and An Xin.

Holding the oil lamp all the time, Zhang Yu, who ran at the front, unknowingly fell behind.

His complexion was already golden, but now it was even more miserable, and the fingers holding the handle of the oil lamp had turned livid purple at some point, as cold and stiff as a corpse.

He stared at the light that was not far away, but his legs seemed to be constantly moving, gradually becoming heavy and stiff.

Oops.

Zhang Yu has been hiding his gradually deteriorating physical condition from his teammates. No one knows that the sprint just now has almost exhausted all his strength.

And now...

The oil lamp is almost exhausted, and it is unlikely that he will leave the darkness before the light goes out, but at least he can send his teammates to this place...

Zhang Yu thought that his own death was not entirely just Fei.

At this moment, a warm hand suddenly rested on his back, and the slender arms wrapped around his waist, supporting his heavy body.

Zhang Yu looked at Wen Jianyan in astonishment.

His shoulders were so slender and weak that they seemed to collapse when blown like a willow, but they contained miraculous strength, supporting his weight with ease.

"Let's go."

Wen Jianyan didn't say much, but ordered concisely.

With his help, the two of them accelerated, and they rushed straight into the light just before the light went out!

The crisis is over.

Seeing Zhang Yu's unexpectedly bad face, An Xin and Qi Qian were taken aback, rushed forward, and took Zhang Yu's stiff and cold body from Wen Jianyan's hand:

"Hi, are you okay?"

Zhang Yu nodded, his voice was weak: "I can still hold on."

He subconsciously turned his head to look at Wen Jianyan, "Thanks to Wen Wen..."

Qi Qian and An Xin looked at Wen Jianyan, their expressions were unexpected.

After all, no matter how Zhang Yu is an adult male with a heavy frame, and Wen Jianyan is the smallest among all the people, it is really unexpected that he has the strength to support Zhang Yu.

Shao was panting out of breath, and weakly leaned his whole body weight on Su Cheng:

"Great, great, saved."

Even among men, Wen Jianyan's strength is not too small, and he is the type of regular fitness exercise. Really, if he is not worried about being too exposed, he can even hug the other princess and run all the way .

The inexplicable increase in weight on the shoulders almost crushed a staggering Su Cheng:

Brother, do you know? Although your appearance has changed, it's not the same.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, there are few weak people who can lift a grown man with one hand and run wildly!"

"But the anchor's observation ability is really good. I didn't find that Zhang Yu's current situation is not right, and his deterioration is too fast. This is just on the first floor. What should we do next."

The crisis was temporarily lifted, and after a few people took a breath in place, they began to look at their current positions.

The stairs at the back had disappeared, leaving only a boundless darkness. It was obvious that they could not go back to the first floor, and all they could do was continue to go up.

On the other side, there are stairs leading to the top.

It's not dark over there, but gray and slightly bright, just like the first floor at the beginning, even if it doesn't need lights, it can survive.

And the place they are in now is a bit like the transition area in the stairwell.

The ground is flat, and there is an old light bulb on top of the head, which emits a faint yellow light, illuminating this small space.

Beneath the bulb was a lonely table with a wooden box covered in bright red paint.

This is obviously the box that the security guard held in his arms when he was on the first floor.

It seems that the key to the store on the second floor is to be extracted from here.

Qi Qian stepped forward, just about to put his hand into the wooden box, the next second, Tong Yao suddenly stopped him: "Wait."

"how?"

Qi Qian paused.

"This wooden box doesn't feel right." Tong Yao's expression was solemn, preventing Qi Qian from moving, "It's not the same as on the first floor."

She stared fixedly at the wooden box in front of her, breathing slightly short of breath.

From the perspective of nursery rhymes, the color on this wooden box is much brighter than that on the first floor, as if covered with a layer of blood that has not yet solidified, and an extraordinarily cold breath emanates from it, giving people a feeling of Feeling extremely dangerous.

Qi Qian turned sideways: "Come and see."

Tong Yao stepped forward, took a deep breath slowly, and closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, her eyeballs had turned pale, and her jet-black irises had become the same color as her eyes, making her look extraordinarily weird and terrifying.

She stared at the wooden box in front of her, as if she could see through the red-painted wooden boards, which was right.

The nursery rhyme is pale:

"There's... nothing in it".

From her point of view, the bottom of the wooden box is connected to an unknown nothingness. Don't leave the key, there is nothing.

"What? Empty?"

Qi Qian frowned, stepped forward, and carefully looked at the wooden box in front of him.

"We don't have a key or lamp oil now, so are we going to stay in this area forever?" An Xin asked.

"wrong."

Qi Qian suddenly realized something:

"It's not the same as the box downstairs."

He was the only one who went up to the stage to get the key from the box, and he was the only one who had observed the box in the hands of the security guard up close, while others had only seen it from afar.

Qi Qian pointed to the opening above the box:

"The opening of the box on the first floor is round, but here it is rectangular."

Although it is enough for one person to reach out, the openings of different shapes represent different things.

The round ones are often lottery boxes, while the horizontal rectangles mostly appear in donation boxes.

In other words, this box may not be for them to reach out, but to put something in it, such as...

Ghost coin?

"Try it."

Qi Qian withdrew his gaze, took out a crumpled Mingbi with rotten corpse water on the edge from his pocket, and slowly approached the wooden box.

The edge of the coin touched the dark opening.

Suddenly, a huge force came from it, forcibly pulling Mingbi out of his hand!

Several people were startled, Qi Qian took a step back subconsciously, away from the box.

There was a weird sound from inside the box, like scratching nails.

"Squeak..."

Under the tense gaze of everyone, slowly, a livid, stiff hand stretched out from the box, and put something on the box.

No one dared to imagine what a terrible thing would happen if Guo just stretched out his hand directly.

After the hand disappeared, Qi Qian stepped forward carefully and looked down.

It was a rusty key, which looked older than the one downstairs, and there were two numbers on the sign on it:

"03".

Qi Qian's heart sank slightly.

On the first floor, the "customers" visited in numerical order, that is, the smaller the number, the greater the danger. Although this rule may not be followed as the floor changes, the possible threats "Sex" should not be underestimated.

He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and took the key away.

"Then... where's the other ghost coin?" An Xin thought of something and asked, "Don't you have one left?"

Qi Qian looked down at the other Ming coin in his hand, lost in thought.

Anyway, they got a new key now, that is, the conditions for entering the store on the second floor are complete, no one knows what will happen if they send another ghost coin, will they be given another key? or something else? If nothing happens, just eat up their turnover, wouldn't it be a big loss?

But, conversely, they have now obtained the key to enter the store on the second floor, that is, the basic guarantee has been obtained, and it should be possible to take a little risk and test the operation of the dungeon rules.

Qi Qian turned to look at Su Cheng:

"Prophet, what do you think?"

Su Cheng: "Need..."

Qi Qian shook his head: "Not for now, you just need your opinion."

This is a very good phenomenon.

This proved that Wen Jianyan's current operation on the first floor was very effective.

Unknowingly, the dark fire anchor team has gradually trusted Su Cheng's ability, so they will ask Su Cheng's opinion when encountering such a difficult decision. It seems that he is not only regarded as a The hired prophecy tool is more like a formal teammate with the right to speak.

Wen Jianyan nodded slightly without any trace.

His movements are very subtle, except for Su Cheng who is the closest to him, no one has noticed his little movements.

"I think I can try it."

Su Cheng replied cautiously.

Wen Jianyan's answer was well thought out.

He didn't think that the dead body in the warehouse and the ghost coin in the dead body's hand just appeared there by chance, and everything conformed to the mechanism and plan of the dungeon.

Wen Jianyan had noticed that before them, no bell appeared, that is to say, their team should be the first in the entire instance to realize this rule and take action.

Even though their speed was already so fast, they were still almost damaged in the process of entering the second floor due to insufficient lamp oil.

Then, wouldn't his team behind them be wiped out with no survivors?

Wen Jianyan didn't think the error tolerance rate of this dungeon would be so low, and more than 90 teams were eliminated on the first floor.

That is, their oil lamps were depleted faster than any of his squads.

Every time the early light illuminates the range, there will be supernatural phenomena, and the burning speed of the oil lamp will increase abnormally. They have experienced this kind of thing four times.

It is the first time to block the door with clothes.

The confrontation with the dead bodies in the warehouse counts as the second time.

Opening the door to greet the "customer" counts as the third time.

After the customer left, the dummy without the human fur coat started to act for the fourth time.

If you want to complete the turnover on the first floor, the third and fourth times are unavoidable, so the remaining times are the "fault tolerance rate".

If you think about it according to this logic, you can draw a conclusion:

Since the key to the second floor needs a Ming coin to buy, then the turnover of the first floor that reaches the standard is likely to be a Ming coin.

And the one in the hands of the dead in the warehouse was not obtained by them from selling goods, so it can't be counted, but their extra income.

Now that extra income exists...

Then, there is a high probability that the copy will give additional rewards.

Therefore, Wen Jianyan tends to use this ghost coin. As the floor rises, the difficulty will only gradually increase, and there will not be too many experiments left for them in the end. The sooner they figure out some things, the better.

After Su Cheng's answer, Qi Qian nodded and sent the second Ming coin over.

Mingbi disappeared in the red box

The "squeak" scratching sounded again, and soon, the blue-black dead man's hand slowly protruded from the darkness, and placed a small copper disc on the box.

Qi Qian stepped forward and picked up the disc.

He opened the lid and found gray grease inside, lowered his head and sniffed, a familiar, sweet and rotten smell poured into his nostrils.

Qi Qian's eyes brightened slightly, he turned his head to look at the few people, and said affirmatively:

"It's lamp oil."

In an instant, everyone couldn't help but feel refreshed.

An extra pan of lamp oil!

This will greatly increase their fault tolerance on the second floor.

Soon, new lamp oil was installed in the old oil lamp, but, in order to save, they did not light the oil lamp.

After doing all this, several people left the transfer station between the first floor and the second floor, and walked towards the gray second floor.

On the first floor, in shop No. 02.

The faint candlelight was burning quietly, illuminating the narrow space. A few anchors were leaning against the counter bored, as if they were closing their eyes and resting their minds.

A tall and thin man sat cross-legged, looking at a pile of wooden signs spread out in front of him.

Soon, the bell rang.

All the anchors sat up slightly, turned their heads and looked in the direction of the sound, not knowing what they were waiting for.

"Ringling."

Another bell rang.

However, from beginning to end, that familiar scream did not resound.

"It looks like their team has succeeded."

The thin and long-faced man raised his head, looked out the door fixedly, and said in a strange tone.

He looked very strange, the bandages were tightly wound from the neck down, no trace of skin was exposed, his eyes were as dim as a dead person, and his skin was damp and pale, as if he had been soaked in water.

"I didn't expect that, the level of that prophet is really not bad."

A child jumped down from the counter with light movements. She grinned and looked at the man with the long and thin face, and said in an unpleasant mocking tone:

"Isn't it?"

"It really underestimated him."

The slender face was not as stimulating as the child's tone: "But it didn't exceed expectations."

And this team is in store 02, and the number drawn is higher than that of the dark fire team, and the reason why they have been standing still is just to wait for the opportunity and take the opportunity to find out the opponent's strength.

The child curled her lips in dissatisfaction. The other party's indifference seemed to disappoint her. She shrugged and waved to her teammates:

"Let's go, we really should go upstairs."

After receiving the instructions, the team members immediately got up and started to act. They looked very well-trained, but they were obedient to a child who was not even half his age.

In the first floor, all the spaces are interconnected, so the bells that rang in shop No. 04 spread throughout the entire first floor.

The ones who are still alive are senior anchors who have gone through multiple dungeons, so it is impossible to ignore this information.

I believe that most teams should be able to react quickly. They need to receive customers to complete the turnover, rather than sticking here and waiting for the lamp oil to run out.

It shouldn't be long before the first floor will be completely emptied.

"How about it?" the child looked at him gigglingly, "Do you want to do something after entering the second floor?"

The thin and long-faced pale man gathered up the scattered wooden signs on the ground with his bandaged fingers, put them in the small cloth bag he carried, and said slowly:

"Well, try it out."

After leaving the stairwell, the team entered the second floor.

The layout here is very similar to the first floor, but the number of shops seems to be much less. The central patio is foggy. Although it is theoretically very close to the first floor, it is completely impossible to see the first floor.

Wen Jianyan turned her head and glanced behind her.

The stairwell has disappeared.

That is, there is no way to turn back, and there is nowhere to turn back.

"..." Several people looked at each other, and they were not too surprised.

Qi Qian: "Let's go, go to shop No. 03."

A group of people walked forward along the corridor, and soon found the store indicated on their key cards.

They skillfully unlocked the door.

Since I got spare lamp oil, I don't need to use matches to guide the way like last time. After all, the number of matches is limited, and no one can afford the consumption of three at a time.

They lit the oil lamp, walked into the shop, and soon found another identical copper oil lamp on the counter.

However, unlike the first floor, the oil lamp on the second floor is welded to the table, that is, they cannot take it away, but can only be used in this shop.

After Qi Qianqian lit the oil lamp in the store on the second floor, he extinguished the flame of the spare oil lamp to prevent it from continuing to burn. This thing is too precious, and it may be used in the future, and they cannot afford to waste it.

The light jumped twice and slowly turned on.

The darkness dissipated, and the shop appeared in front of everyone.

Several people were startled.

The area of the shops on the second floor is twice as large as that on the first floor, and more importantly...

This is no longer a men's clothing store.

Racks of old radios and clunky TVs lined the shelves, with markdowns on them.

Electrical shop? !