Chapter two hundred and fourteen

In the empty room, the disturbed "rustling" electrical sound was clear and piercing.

The male anchor's voice seemed to be stuck, it was played over and over again, echoing in the shop under the dim light, it sounded scary and weird, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly crawled up everyone's back.

They are sure that all the "problem goods" selected by nursery rhymes have been thrown out of the store, but the restrictions brought about by this move are extremely limited.

The dead silence lasted less than a few minutes before the sound of the tape recorder sounded again.

In other words, the content of the tape recorder just now was not deceiving them, and everything they had done before was in vain.

It now appears that all radios are dangerous, not just the ones that were previously singled out!

Looking at the huge store, and the radios that occupy half of the shelves...these people feel cold all over, and their palms are sweating.

In the copper oil lamp that was welded to the counter, the fire was burning again, and there was a "chi chi" sound. Obviously, with the reappearance of the sound from the recorder, its consumption intensified again.

"Since there are problems with everything, then clear all the tape recorders!"

Qi Qian gritted his teeth and said,

"With the props in our hands, it shouldn't be a big problem."

Although he said so, Qi Qian was a little uncertain in his heart.

After all, they just used a foolproof strategy that turned out to be useless, and no one knows if it will be the same...

Although they were within the range of undisturbed lights, the weird three words "useless" seemed to still echo in their ears, as if they followed each other like a curse, laughing at everything they did.

Struggling is useless.

All that awaits us is death.

However, as an anchor who has survived until now, no one will sit still and wait for death. Even if he knows the degree of danger of the matter, in order to survive, he can only fight hard.

Qi Qian turned his head to look at the shelf on the right, and raised his voice:

"Hey! You two come back first!"

After the voice from the tape recorder sounded again, it was too dangerous to stay away from the lights now, especially since neither of those two people had much self-protection ability, it is better to go back to the safe zone first, and then make a long-term plan.

beyond the lights.

The voice of the male announcer playing in the recorder just now seemed to be turned on. After his voice disappeared, more radios also started working again.

Strange sounds poured out from the radios one by one.

There are old people, there are children, there are men, there are people.

Some people are crying, some are giggling, some are whispering, countless voices are mixed together, the specific content can't be heard, the only thing that can be felt is the biting chill that escapes from it. malicious.

All of them make the scalp tingle and the spine feel cold.

Su Cheng has heard Qi Qian's shout.

He turned his head to look at Wen Jianyan, not being slightly startled.

I saw the other party standing still, staring at the shelf in front of him with slightly flickering eyes. Although Su Cheng didn't know what he was thinking about, he could tell that Wen Jianyan didn't seem to have any intention of leaving.

"...Aren't you going to go to the light?"

As the sound spread, Su Cheng could feel that the cold feeling that had just been dispelled rose from his fingertips again, and he could see that the same was true for Wen Jianyan's fingers hanging by his side.

The original fair skin turned pale green like a dead person, and corpse spots exuding a slight rotten smell emerged on the back of the hand.

It all symbolizes one thing:

They are no longer safe.

At this moment, Qi Qian and the others have already taken action. With the ringing of "Ring Ling", the glass doors of the store opened and closed. Obviously, they are now throwing away all the tape recorders in an attempt to prevent death. spread.

"it's useless."

Wen Jianyan shook her head.

Su Cheng was surprised: "What?"

"This store will 'restock'."

Wen Jianyan pointed to the place where he just took the brown "brown" tape recorder - now, the new tape recorder has been filled there, and it seems that there is no difference.

Su Cheng's pupils shrank, and he felt a chill from head to toe in an instant.

A steady stream of radios means a steady stream of curses.

so scary...

At that moment, an indescribable sense of despair rose from the bottom of my heart.

This... such a vice, how can I survive?

"No, not right."

Unexpectedly, Wen Jianyan quickly shook his head again, as if immediately denying what he just said, "Not exactly."

If the store can add goods to the shelves indiscriminately, then after the "customer" leaves, the shelf with the "problem goods" selected by nursery rhymes should also be able to be automatically replenished with new goods, but even if Before Wen Jianyan left the counter, the shelf was still empty, and no new radios had been replenished.

However, the blank positions of these radios that have been taken individually can be quickly filled.

What?

Is the store's replenishment capacity not strong enough? Or is it simply a matter of speed?

No, it shouldn't be that simple.

Otherwise, it is impossible that the shelf is still empty, and not a single radio has been "refilled".

Yes... the touch in this state needs to meet some conditions?

"Perhaps it is feasible to empty the radio to cut off the curse, but the entire shelf must be emptied at once." Wen Jianyan suddenly turned to look at Su Cheng, and said slowly.

No matter how many weird and dangerous things are hidden in the Changsheng Building, this is also a "store" after all, and "replenishment" is just the store's own initiative.

If only individual radios are taken from the shelf, then it is natural to replenish the stock.

But if the entire shelf is almost emptied, then this shelf will be judged as an "idle shelf", and all coordinate "sexual" products will be lost, and the store will not replenish this shelf.

"Go and tell other people this information." Wen Jianyan made a decisive decision and ordered, "Try to see if my guess is correct."

Su Cheng was startled: "Wait, what then?"

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, turned her head and looked deep into the shelf:

"I have a new idea that needs to be tested."

"By the way, send nursery rhymes to me," Wen Jianyan added, "in the name of a prophet."

"Okay." Su Cheng didn't ask much, he nodded solemnly to Wen Jianyan: "Be careful."

After finishing, he turned around and ran quickly to the counter.

Soon, Su Chengcheng brought Wen Jianyan here.

"Need me?" Tong Yao was startled and looked at Su Cheng.

Su Cheng nodded: "Yes."

He is now basically used to his status as a magic stick, and even at this time he can guarantee that his face will not change, and he will not show his strength.

"It's part of the prophecy," he said.

"Okay, I'll go now."

Nursery Rhyme's physical strength has obviously not recovered.

Compared to just now, her complexion became even paler, but even so, Tong Yao gritted her teeth and nodded, and walked in the direction Su Cheng pointed without hesitation.

Su Cheng glanced at Tong Yao's back, and at that moment, he seemed to suddenly understand a series of arrangements after Wen Jianyan entered the deputy.

Indeed, in the hands of capable people, the card of prophecy is really easy to use.

Nursery Rhyme's physical burden has reached its limit. If she needs to do something at this time, no matter what the purpose is, the other party will definitely consider it carefully.

However, after being named a "prophecy", everything is different.

This kind of almost unconditional trust can not only save time and improve efficiency, but also bring about a terrible blind obedience... and all of this is exactly what Wen Jianyan needs.

A team that has no complaints or regrets and is at its own disposal.

It's just... like a dead man.

Qi Qian and the others attached great importance to another new clue brought by the prophet, and according to the instructions, they tried to clear the two front shelves.

The results are remarkable.

Staring at the empty shelves without any new radios emerging, several people couldn't shake their spirits, as if they saw the hope of life again.

Great, it really works!

"Empty the shelves one by one! Hurry up!" Qi Qian said.

While several people were busy with the radio in front, Wen Jianyan stood in the distance, keeping an eye on the movement at the door

Quickly, he heard the voices of several people in surprise.

Apparently, emptying the shelves is useful.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Since that guess is correct, his next deduction will be even more successful.

However, Wen Jianyan is not prepared to put everything on this method - empty the shelves and throw all the radios out of the store. Although this method of breaking the situation is effective, it is too simple and rude.

Wen Jianyan guessed that this was probably the "retreat" reserved by the Vice and the others.

The so-called "back road" is something that has to be done in order to save life under the premise that there is no existing law.

That is, as usual, this vice should have a simpler solution.

There are two ways to break the curse, one is to destroy all the carriers, which is what Qi Qian and the others are doing now, and the other is to directly find the curse body, which is exactly what Wen Jianyan is doing.

Wen Jianyan is a cautious person.

All eggs cannot be put in one basket.

If his side fails, then he will quickly evacuate and fully support Qi Qian's actions.

If... Qi Qian's side fails, or encounters some obstacles, then they will not be in a desperate situation and can only wait for death.

At this moment, a series of hurried footsteps came from the other side of the aisle.

Wen Jianyan turned his head to look.

It's a nursery rhyme.

"Do you need me to use my talents?" She ran over and asked bluntly.

Under the dim light, Tong Yao's face looked particularly ugly, his bluish-white face was bloodless, he looked like a dead person, he was out of breath after a series of trots just now, obviously he had reached his limit.

Even so, she gritted her teeth and asked the question.

Obviously, as long as Wen Jianyan nods, Nursery Rhyme will unlock his talent without hesitation.

Wen Jianyan looked at her twice, then shook her head:

"No need for now."

Nursery rhymes are in a bad state, and if they are over-consumed now, the journey ahead will be even more difficult.

Good steel should be used on the blade.

Tong Yao was startled: "Then we...?"

"Look forward with me first," Wen Jian said, "I will let you know when you need to activate your talents."

On the shelves on both sides, large and small radios rang one after another. The sighs of the old man, the laughter of the children, and the crying of the son, those voices were like whispers, which were inaudible, but they had an obvious cold atmosphere.

The further you go, the stronger the stench of corruption in the air, almost making you suspect that you are in a cemetery.

In just a few tens of seconds after entering the corridor, Tong Yao felt her fingers start to become cold, but she was stopped by Wen Jianyan before she habitually took out the sound-proof earmuffs:

"Need not."

Need not?

Tong Yao was startled, and turned to look at the young lady in the white skirt beside her.

The other party stood quietly in place, the arm hanging by his side was clean and white, and one of the hands showed signs of decay, from the fingertips to the wrist, and then to the forearm, it had all turned into a shockingly bleak green. color", with some corpse spots appearing on it.

However, she didn't seem to care.

"Don't worry, just follow me." Wen Jianyan said, "I'm on the left and right, it's better to be side by side, not too far away."

Nursery rhyme hesitated for a moment, but nodded, and put all the soundproofing equipment into the backpack.

The two walked side by side into the darkness step by step.

Wen Jianyan's thinking is clear, he knows exactly what he is looking for now.

First, where does the real danger come from?

At first, they naturally assume that the danger lies in those cursed radios, which have been found with the help of psychic nursery rhymes and have been thrown out of the shop.

However, after these radios left, the other ordinary radios, which were originally silent, also started to go abnormal, spreading out terrifying sounds.

This indiscriminate release is not normal.

unless

The radio body is not important.

That is, whether it is brown, black, big or small, all radios are just carriers of curses, not curses themselves.

So, what is a real curse?

After thinking about this level, the answer naturally came to Wen Jianyan's mind:

"sound".

From the brief contact just now, I can realize that these "sounds" are not ordinary. Even if you use props to block your ears, you can't stop the intrusion of this sound, but it will directly sound in people's minds.

The "voice" is the real one, the source of the curse.

However, the sound body has no form, that is, it must have a source carrier.

And it's at this point that the logic hits a deadlock.

Just when she was standing in front of the shelf and thinking, Wen Jianyan suddenly realized that to some extent...

All of them seemed distracted.

Even others are no exception.

With the further escalation of the crisis, death is approaching step by step, and most of them have forgotten the real source of the danger

The "customer" is the item being purchased.

On the first floor, there are not a lot of dummies, there are four or five in the whole store, but the only one that is moving is the one whose clothes were bought by the "customer".

After entering the second floor, due to the characteristics of the goods on the second floor, the danger is far less conspicuous than that on the first floor, so most of them ignore this point.

What matters is not what is taken, but what is left behind.

There are dummies in human leather on the first floor, but there is only a radio on the second floor. Now that the "customer" has taken the radio, what is left behind?

Wen Jianyan never figured this out.

Until... he suddenly felt the store's "replenishment" mechanism.

Since the "customer" took a radio, then a radio should be added to the original location.

In this way, the whole logic is complete.

After the "customer" picks up the radio, the store will fill in the vacancy with a new radio, and it will emit the curse of death outward.

As for the other radios in the store, they are all interference items, the way the curse spreads, not the source.

Wen Jianyan went to the depths of the store step by step. He remembered that the footsteps of the "customer" should have gone in this direction.

As for the aisle, it was the one he chose at the beginning.

, Although the radios rang almost at the same time at that time, there was a subtle sequence in it. Wen Jianyan remembered that the first one rang was the radio in the aisle where he was.

That being the case, the most critical radio is likely to be deep in this road.

But...how should it be positioned?

There are voices in all directions.

Localization by sound source is almost impossible.

Wen Jianyan felt the changes in his body.

The icy temperature slowly climbed up along the fingers.

He could feel that both of his arms had lost temperature, as if they were frozen under a frozen lake, and all perceptions and senses had become dull.

Even if he didn't need to look down, Wen Jianyan knew that his skin was losing its vitality, turning pale and stiff, as if it was turning into a rotting corpse.

The further forward, the more rapid this change.

Now, every radio is a medium, they don't block their ears, and they don't get touched by a particular radio, then, the only variable is the distance from the source radio, by the way, as long as the closer to the source, the effect will be bigger.

This is a control variable method.

Using the degree of decay of the body, it is possible to locate the source of the curse.

However, the reason why Wen Jianyan chose this almost crazy method was not because he was in the top position for a while, or because he was simply masochistic.

He cherishes his life, let alone risk his own life.

This seemingly extreme method is actually the safest.

Now, Qi Qian and the others have emptied half of the shop, and used it as a medium that can produce sound. Most of the radios have been thrown out of the shop. Although the source has not been found, the curse brought by these sounds has been greatly suppressed .

Therefore, even though Wen Jianyan was going deep into the hinterland, he could still feel that the rot on his body was not spreading as fast as he imagined, and he even had some energy left.

The most important point is that this state of decay is not irreversible.

As long as you enter the envelope of the oil lamp, these seemingly terrifying states will fade away. Even if you are in danger, you can give up and leave immediately. No matter how bad it is, you can rely on Qi Qian's actions to make a comeback. Now, it's safer to do so.

Qi Qian's side is going well, as more and more radios are thrown out of the store,

It has to be said that the effect brought about by the cooperation of several senior anchors is remarkable. Everyone has gone through several sub-campaigns, and each has the resources at the bottom of the box. After clearing the direction of action, the efficiency is absolutely astonishing.

But in just a few minutes, half of the front shelves were emptied.

Under the strong suppression of several people, the weird, scalp-numbing ravings became less.

The crazy burning speed of lamp oil gradually slowed down and returned to the normal rate. I believe that according to this progress, the crisis will be resolved sooner or later.

Su Cheng swung his arms round, slammed the radio out of his hand, and then closed the glass door.

In the distance, the radio was tilted on the ground, and it was obviously hit hard, but the pitch-black metal shell was still intact, without any scratches.

In the darkness where you can't see your fingers, the light symbolizing the power supply is flickering slightly, and a strange voice sounds from it:

"here."

"here."

"here."

The voice repeated over and over again, as if some kind of curse was attracting and calling certain existences hidden in the darkness.

Wen Jianyan and Tong Yao walked forward side by side.

Suddenly, Tong Yao frowned, with a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face: "I think something's not quite right..."

She is a psychic, even if she does not activate her talent, she is much more sensitive to this existence than Wen Jianyan.

Upon hearing the nursery rhyme, Wen Jianyan stopped in her tracks:

"I look at the arm."

Tong Yao pursed her lips and rolled up her sleeves.

The bluish-purple corpse spots had spread close to the upper arm. It was obvious that she came later, but the degree of decay faintly surpassed that of Wen Jianyan.

That is, the positive source is located on the right shelf where the nursery rhymes are located.

And...they're getting close to it.

Wen Jianyan's eyes lit up.

He looked at the nursery rhyme: "Now is the time, you can activate your talent."

Although the distance can be measured by using the changes in the body, the precise positioning requires the activation of the psychic talent.

Tong Yao took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, a thin layer of white fog covered the eyeballs.

She turned her weird eyes, looking for something on the shelf closest to her eyes.

at the same time.

Qi Qian and the others at the door suddenly felt a little ominous.

Inside the copper oil lamp welded to the table top of the counter, the light flickered on and off, as if it had been affected by some unknown influence.

The few people were startled, stopped their movements tacitly, and turned their heads to look outside the door.

It was pitch black outside the glass door.

In the darkness, there seemed to be a strange voice faintly.

"Da da da."

Footsteps? !

how so? !

Several people looked at each other in surprise, and under the looming light, they saw the surprise and fear in each other's eyes.

Could it be...

Is the next wave of "customers" coming?

However, they didn't even end this time. Once a new crisis emerges, the addition of the two will bring devastating terror!

The crisis of group destruction hovered above his head, bringing a feeling of coldness that was almost desperate.

Outside the glass door is boundless darkness, nothing can be seen, nothing can be distinguished, the only thing that can work is the more sensitive hearing under fear.

"Da da da."

Footsteps were approaching.

"Da d"

New footsteps are joining.

Wait, more than one? !

Maybe the sky was joking with them, in the darkness, more footsteps joined in, and all of them were coming in this direction

One, two, three...

More "people" are approaching.

Dark horror seems to be coming.