Chapter 213

The voice was very soft and low, hidden in the rustling electric current, as if it sounded close to the ear, it was cold and cold, and the temperature around him seemed to drop because of it, bringing a kind of chilling feeling Creepy horror connotations.

Wen Jianyan's scalp went numb, and he almost threw the radio in his hand.

The sound was still going on, like some kind of signal.

In the next second, more sounds sounded from all directions, and sounded in the huge shop.

"Shusha... Tomorrow's weather forecast is about to start, everyone...Shusha... tonight..."

The beautiful male voice broadcast intermittently with the broadcast cavity.

On the other side, with the sound of electric current rustling in the old-fashioned radio, humming sounds sounded, and the beautiful female voice has a strange tone, humming a strange tune.

A mellow baritone voice came from behind:

"...Here is the Radio Story Club, today I will tell you the next story..."

Under the dim yellow light, countless radios in the store started to play without anyone starting them, and started playing programs on their own.

Everyone raised their heads and hurriedly searched for the source of the sound.

Under the flickering twilight, everyone's face was pale, and there was a look of panic and uncertainty in their eyes.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan felt something, and suddenly lowered his head to look at the radio in his hand.

The weird male voice just now has disappeared, and a well-known old song is playing intermittently on the radio at the moment. Uneasy feeling.

He feels... cold.

very cold.

The coldness that seemed to be frozen in the ice slowly climbed up the fingers and spread along the texture. Under his gaze, Wen Jianyan saw that his fingers holding the radio were moving with a naked eye. The speed turned into a bluish-white color, stiff and cold, as if being corroded by lifeless energy, and dark corpse spots were slowly emerging from under the skin.

Seems like... he's dying bit by bit, starting with the fingers.

not good!

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly let go of the radio, throwing it aside as he avoided it.

The brown radio hit the corner of the shelf, and the metal casing made a crisp "dang", as if it was echoing in his mind.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that the sound of that song has become louder.

Wen Jianyan looked down at his hands.

After letting go of the radio, his fingers did not return to their original shape. They were still pale and stiff, as cold as a dead person. What's worse... Although the radio had long been out of his hands, the erosion of death had not disappeared. In just a few seconds, he Half of the palm of his hand has turned into that weird color, and the dense corpse spots are all over the skin, which is particularly shocking.

His heart sank.

From the looks of it, it's not a matter of contact.

On the other side, there were voices of teammates exchanging surprises, and the exact same situation seemed to have occurred in their place. Unknowingly, a hidden rancid smell spread in the shop.

Obviously, it was just a short time ago, and the whole shop was shrouded in the shadow of death.

Wen Jianyan didn't listen carefully to the content of his teammates' communication. Now, what the others are talking about is not very helpful to him.

For him, what really matters is how to race against time.

Wen Jianyan stared at the brown radio in front of him, his brain was running fast, trying to find a way to break the situation.

calm down.

At this time, the more you can't panic.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath slowly, leaned down, and picked up the brown radio with his hand that was gradually turning into a corpsesure enough, after touching the radio, the speed of corrosion by death did not slow down. , but it didn't speed up, that is to say, his initial guess was correct, whether he touched the radio had nothing to do with the danger he encountered now.

His eyes fell on the radio, on which the small light symbolizing the power supply was flashing, and with the flickering frequency, the sound of babbling and humming echoed in his ears.

So, could it be a sound issue?

Wen Jianyan made a decisive decision, exchanged the soundproof equipment from the system store, and blocked his ears tightly.

Visible to the naked eye, the spreading speed of black and blue on the palm stopped.

In other words, this move is indeed effective. The "curse" of the radio is transmitted through sound. As long as the sound is blocked, people can be safe to a certain extent.

but

Is it really that simple?

Wen Jianyan couldn't guarantee it.

"Clog your ears!"

As Wen Jianyan strode forward, he raised his voice and shouted loudly.

At least for now, he can only share the clues he has found. As for how useful it is, will there be more dangers in the future...

Wen Jianyan was not sure.

But he knew that the sooner the source of the sound was dealt with, the sooner they would be safe.

According to the experience of the previous floor, although this door can't stop the "customers" from coming, it can still play a certain role in blocking these weird spiritual products.

Anyway, try it out to see if it works.

Wen Jianyan stared at the glass door that was getting closer, and subconsciously quickened her pace.

After wearing the sound-proof earmuffs, the ears seemed to be stuffed with cotton, and all the sounds seemed to be blurred in chaos, perfectly blocking the sound from the radio.

but

As time went by, Wen Jianyan suddenly realized something was wrong,

A thin, faint humming pierced into the mind like a needle, at first it was very light, almost imperceptible at all, but as time passed, the sound gradually increased in the chaos and gradually became clearer !

Wen Jianyan choked for breath, and quickly checked her sound-proof earplugs.

intact.

The melody seemed to be ringing in my mind, extremely weird.

After the sound sounded, the coldness of the fingertips continued to spread.

In just a few tens of seconds, Wen Jianyan's entire palm turned black and blue, and, as the radio continued to broadcast, the color continued to extend upwards along his wrist.

The ghostly coldness seeped into the texture, the bones were trembling, the whole hand became stiff, and it became more and more difficult to move.

There was cold sweat on Wen Jianyan's forehead, and he clenched his teeth subconsciously.

really.

The dangers posed by these radios are not so easy to deal with!

He trotted up.

When the blue and black color spread to the middle of the forearm, Wen Jianyan had already rushed to the counter.

In the next second, the fire in the oil lamp suddenly jumped violently, expanded without warning, and the burning rate suddenly accelerated, and the shop was suddenly illuminated for a moment.

Wen Jianyan was startled, and turned to look at the oil lamp.

The voice in the ear was suppressed again and became weak again.

and

Wen Jianyan lowered his head and moved his wrists. The blue and black corpse spots on his arms were slowly fading away, and the cold feeling was also weakening.

Sure enough, the light of oil lamps can alleviate this trend and reduce the impact of sound on humans!

In the blink of an eye, the glass door was already in sight.

Wen Jianyan looked away.

He opened the door, swung his arms, and slammed the brown radio out!

The radio disappeared into the boundless darkness, and one second before the darkness spread into the shop, Wen Jianyan slammed the door shut.

The weird melody stopped abruptly, and a dead silence fell into my ears.

Wen Jianyan breathed a sigh of relief.

feasible.

He turned his head and saw that several other people were also rushing in this direction. Obviously, after a short period of panic, they also started to break the situation. This method is the simplest and most rude, and it is also their most preferred method. .

Wen Jianyan turned sideways to make way for the few people running wildly behind him.

His eyes fell on the radio in their hands.

The radios were big and small and of different colors, but without exception, they all belonged to the "problem goods" selected from the previous nursery rhymes.

That is to say, the talent of nursery rhymes is indeed very precise. Those radios that she has located may contain danger. After the "customers" left, they really became their murderers.

Soon, everyone threw the radio in their hands outside the door.

They gathered in front of the glass door, panting in shock, and their bodies were more or less covered with corpse spots. They looked at each other and saw the same surprise and fear in each other's eyes.

The dead silence brought by the loss of the radio was short-lived, and soon, thin, more voices pierced into the mind like small needles, and the familiar cold feeling hit again.

Wen Jianyan raised his hand, tugged at Qi Qian, pointed in the direction of the counter, and mouthed:

"Go in!"

A few people were taken aback, before they could react, they saw that the other party had already walked towards the place with the strongest light, and then raised their arms to show them

On that fair skin, the bluish-purple corpse spots are slowly disappearing.

Even though they didn't need to explain, they all left and understood Wen Jianyan's meaning - it's safe to be near the oil lamp!

They hurried to follow.

"Chi Chi!"

The flames swelled violently and burned rapidly.

After seeing that everyone had entered the brightest area, Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and took off the sound-proof earmuffs on his ears.

The others paused, hesitated for a moment, and followed suit.

After removing the things that blocked their ears, everyone understood the current situation.

Those weird radios were still playing automatically, but in this small area shrouded in light, the sound of the "chi chi" oil lamp burning became intense and harsh, and it actually forcibly covered the sound of the radio, although They could hear the voice coming from all directions of the shop, but it didn't bring the scalp-numbing cold feeling like just now, and the blue-purple scar on the arm was slowly disappearing.

"So it is." Qi Qian glanced at the oil lamp that was welded to death on the counter, with a cautious expression, "It seems that this light is more important than we imagined."

He is even more fortunate now that there is an extra plate of lamp oil left in his team.

"Even if it's safe for now, we can't sit still." Qi Qian said, "Lamp oil burns too fast. If this continues, even if we have an extra plate of lamp oil, it won't be enough. We still have to burn this time as soon as possible." The danger must be resolved."

He looked at nursery rhyme: "Can you activate your talent again?"

Tong Yao gritted her teeth and nodded.

However, anyone can see how reluctant the nursery rhymes are in their current state.

Under the light, her face was palpitatingly pale, and there was almost no blood on her lips.

Although the number of uses of this talent of a psychic medium is not as strict as other talents, the anchor can activate it several times in a dungeon, but in such a short period of time, so many activations in succession...for a psychic medium, the burden is still too much big.

But now is the key to life and death, even if the nursery rhyme is a little bit unbearable, it is still possible to bite the bullet.

At this time, a gentle voice sounded:

"That...maybe Nursery Sister can be in charge of the three rows on the left, and me and the prophet are in charge of the three rows on the right?"

Several people were startled and turned their heads to look.

"Don't worry, there's a prophet here, we'll be fine," the girl in the white skirt stood where she was, with a soft and harmless look, and she smiled slightly: "Besides, my memory is not bad, maybe I can Come in handy."

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Isn't your memory bad?? You call it a photographic memory, okay?"

Soon, several people finished the division of labor, put on the earplugs again, and left in front of the counter covered by oil lamps togetheralthough the protective effect it brought was not ideal, it was better than nothing, at least At the beginning of contact, it can bring them a safety period of tens of seconds.

Everyone rushed towards the store, searching for the problematic batches selected by nursery rhymes at the fastest speed.

Nursery Rhyme used talent, but Su Cheng...

It mainly relied on Wen Jianyan's memory beyond ordinary people.

But... Wen Jianyan suddenly paused, and looked towards a corner of a certain shelf beside him.

That's where he'd taken the brown radio earlier.

At some point in time the space was filled again by another radio, an unremarkable radio that fit neatly into the empty space on the shelf.

Wen Jianyan stood where he was, squinting his eyes at the radio in front of him, as if lost in thought.

...not quite right.

He had just left in a hurry and didn't put any new radios in the space, and the others didn't have time, let alone take advantage of it, to fill in the blanks.

Plus

Wen Jianyan's mind flashed, when the "customers" left the store just now, when the light illuminated the store little by little, what they saw was the empty shelves...

He pursed his lips.

Su Cheng on the side turned his head, looked at Wen Jianyan with concern, raised his hand and waved in front of his eyes: "Are you okay?"

Wen Jianyan came back to her senses and shook her head:

"fine."

At this moment, a weak voice from the nursery rhyme came from not far away: "This should be the last one."

"Ringling."

The glass door opens and closes.

Silence returned to the shop.

After those rustling electric sounds and weird broadcasting sounds disappeared, everyone involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief.

Great, looking at it this way, this crisis should end like this.

However, Wen Jianyan's expression was not at all relaxed.

He stood where he was, with his lips pursed tightly and his eyes flickering.

because

He remembered something again.

It is true that the brown radio that he picked up from the shelf just now belonged to the problematic goods that had been picked out by nursery rhymes. However, Wen Jianyan did not forget that before the brown radio in his hand rang, it was another radio behind him. The first to speak.

That radio was very unfamiliar to Wen Jianyan.

That said, it was never picked out by nursery rhymes.

That is to say...

"rustle"

The ear-piercing electric sound pierced the dead silence, and it was particularly ear-piercing in the darkness. Not far away, the faces of several people changed, and they suddenly looked in the direction of the sound.

"...Thank you for listening, tonight's story is coming to an end, and we are about to usher in the finale of the entire series."

The full-bodied bass voice is full of emotion in the broadcasting cavity, and it is eloquent:

"As the terrifying sound faded away, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief."

"Great, it's finally over, we made it!"

"They said so in excited tones."

"But, what they don't know is that all their struggles are for nothing..."

Zizi, Zizi.

The electric current made a slight noise, distorting the announcer's voice, making his voice intermittent and out of tune, repeating strangely over and over again:

"No use, no use, no use."