Chapter 216

"Sand... rustle..."

A faint sound of electric current came from the pitch-black recorder, and the power supply struggled to flicker twice, and then went out.

For a second, all the radios left in the shop fell silent.

The power lights of the radio were all off, as if it was just an ordinary product, squatting lifelessly in the shadow of the shelf.

All the whispers, laughs, and sighs are like flipping a switch, and disappear immediately.

Only the faint stench of corpses is still floating in the shadows.

The last bit of strength to hold on was lost from Wen Jianyan's body, with a pale face, holding on to the shelf with one hand, feeling the urge to vomit for a moment.

However, since most of the body has turned into a corpse, the invalid physiology and psychological nausea resist, and Wen Jian spit out words, so she can only lean on the shelf with a tangled expression, showing a distorted expression. expression.

The nursery rhyme on the side turned and "looked" in Wen Jianyan's direction

She has used her talent so many times that her eyesight can hardly function, and she can barely judge Wen Jianyan's current location with her hearing.

"Did it work?"

She asked cautiously and hopefully.

"Yes."

Wen Jianyan leaned against the shelf in a state of prostration. After blurting out these two words, it brought an unparalleled sense of relaxation.

"We succeeded."

He let out a long breath, relaxed his overly tense spirit, and felt unprecedentedly tired.

Wen Jianyan lowered his head to check his body. .

The corpse spots have spread to the chest and neck, only one step away from completely infecting the body and brain, and almost lost the sense of limbs.

Compared with a living person, the current state is closer to a corpse, and has almost lost the ability to move.

However, the good news is that as long as people are still holding their breath, this state is inverse.

In the darkness, under the guidance of Wen Jianyan, Tong Yao groped and walked over, and put it on his shoulder

Then he staggered and nearly fell.

Why is this thin and frail little girl so heavy to lift up?

Could it be that his physical strength has dropped?

Just when Tong Yao was suspicious, a slightly apologetic voice came from the other side: "Sister Tong Yao, are you okay? Is it because your physical condition has not recovered, and you have to call her"

"use."

Nursery rhyme interrupted Wen Jianyan by shaking her head.

Although she couldn't see with both eyes just now, she can tell just how dangerous what just happened is just relying on her hearing.

And apart from his positioning at the beginning, he almost didn't help much.

To put it bluntly, in the area where her eyes bleed just by "looking directly", the other party has to get involved in person, so she loses her ability to move like this.

After the other party has done the most dangerous thing, don't you even have the strength to back him up and leave?

How can this work!

Tong Yao gritted her teeth, supported Wen Jianyan's heavy and cold body, and straightened her waist.

"Don't worry, you are light, I am enough alone."

As a young man with an actual height of 1.8 meters, Wen Jianyan fell silent involuntarily.

, I'm really your problem.

There is really no need to speak out of conscience.

The two walked forward along the aisle, and the radios on the shelves on both sides had returned to normal work, and they no longer had the ability to spread curses, lying quietly in the dark, like a harmless prop.

Pass

Wen Jianyan was curious about one thing.

From this position, I took the radio again, so, will a new radio be added? Or, will this position always be empty?

Wen Jianyan thought so, and consciously glanced at the location where he had just taken the radio that was the source of the curse.

His eyes suddenly paused, and his pupils constricted violently.

Behind a small blank area was the shadow of the counter, and under the staring eyes, a hand slowly stretched out from the darkness.

The skin of the hand was black and blue, showing a dull luster like that of a dead man, covered with corpse spots.

However, the hand looked very slender, as if it was a woman's hand.

The scarlet Kodan on the nails looked like fresh blood that hadn't solidified, and it looked weird in the dim light.

Could it be that

Is this how the store "restocks"?

"clatter."

Only the hand from the corpse placed something on the shelf, and then again, stiffly and slowly, disappeared into the shadows.

"Wait, wait a minute." Wen Jianyan hastily stopped Tong Yao's actions, "Don't go yet."

"side."

Guided by Wen Jianyan, Nursery Rhyme slowly approached the shelf.

"What's the matter?" Nursery Rhyme, who lost his eyesight, asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

Wen Jianyan lowered his head, staring at the only blank area on the shelf, he was slightly taken aback.

Among the countless radios, there is a big key.

Made of copper, it seems that it has been a few years old, and it is covered with black spots and rust marks. It looks like coagulated and dried blood, and it exudes a sense of coldness.

In an instant, a picture flashed in Wen Jianyan's mind.

There is a locked door at the end of the shop.

mouth.

The oil lamp welded to the table also returned to normal, the violently burning wick shrunk a little bit, a faint yellow light came out of the lampshade, the "chi chi" burning sound disappeared, and it became calm again.

The dead silence came suddenly, as if everything had returned to its original state.

The few people at the mouth were involuntarily stunned.

They looked at each other and saw the same look of surprise in each other's eyes.

This is... the end?

We made it through?

Qi Qian was the first to react: "Quick, block the light."

, pale, sluggish rotting corpses looming in the darkness, although the ones walking in the front have already been dealt with, but there may be more corpses approaching.

Now that the crisis is lifted, we don't need to continue to fight hard.

The phone didn't ring like the first floor, that is to say, the turnover that wants to leave the second floor and enter the third floor is not over yet, that is to say, a customer can arrive at any time.

However, we don't have the strength to deal with it for the time being.

After coping with this wave of crises, our entire team continued to have some breathing time, adjusted their status, and immediately greeted a customer.

Under the captain's order, several people moved quickly, and quickly sealed the glass again, blocking it, so that any trace of light in the shop would leak out.

, still faintly able to hear footsteps hovering, but, as the radio stopped calling, the inexplicable attraction disappeared.

The footsteps gradually faded away.

Several people let out a long sigh of relief.

At this moment, heavy footsteps came from the aisle, and Tong Yao and Wen Jianyan were walking together from the darkness.

Both of them looked extremely miserable.

Although Wen Jianyan is completely in his own appearance now, the erosion on his body will also be reflected in the view one by one. The girl's originally slender and white arms and calves are now blue and white, covered with rotten flesh. Traces, nursery rhymes were much less affected than Wen Jianyan, but at this moment, her eyes were closed tightly, and on her pale cheeks, two scarlet tears of blood had dried up, which looked very shocking.

The few people were taken aback, and hurried forward to meet them, supported the two with all their might, and carried them into the counter surrounded by the light of the oil lamp.

As the dim light covered his whole body, Wen Jianyan could feel that the stiffness in his body was slowly fading away, and the blue and black spots on his skin also disappeared little by little.

Su nervously stood beside him, staring closely at Wen Jianyan's current situation.

In the distance, Qi Qian and the others took care of the nursery rhyme, and they were walking towards Wen Jianyan.

Qi Qian: "Are you okay?"

Wen Jianyan stretched her arms and legs and nodded:

"Well, it's okay."

The joints became more flexible and the fingers felt better. Basically, there were no sequelae.

"What about nursery rhymes, how is she?" Wen Jianyan asked.

"She is less cursed than you, and she has recovered before you, but her talent is overdrawn. Although her eyesight will be greatly affected, I'm afraid she won't be able to use her talent for a long time." An Xin sighed He took a breath and said.

Wen Jianyan turned her head to look in the direction of the nursery rhyme.

Her skin also returned to normal. The blood and tears on her face were wiped away. After recovering the function of "sex" props and taking care of her teammates, her face didn't look as scary as before, but her eyes were still tightly closed. of.

"The nursery rhyme just told me what was posted," Qi Qian said, "It was hard work just now."

Wen Jianyan: "It's nothing, I'm just doing my best."

On the side, Zhang Yushou was standing in front of the counter, seeming to be checking the remaining amount of lamp oil.

In the twilight, his face looked pale, worse than before Wen Jianyan left the counter. Although he was still holding on to his actions, everyone could see that his condition was deteriorating. .

"By the way, there is one more thing."

Wen Jianyan thought of something, and took out from his pocket the copper key that he got from the shelf earlier.

The people in front of me were startled: "This is..."

"After I took the radio away, it appeared in the blank space." Wen Jianyan stared at the rusty old key with a thoughtful expression, "I guess it should be able to Open the fan at the back of the shop."

If a simple and crude backup method is adopted, even if the shelf where the source radio is located is also cleared in the end, preventing the escalation of the crisis, but because the entire shelf is empty, the store's "replenishment" mechanism cannot be triggered, and the key will be in the store. The location to take the radio appears.

Therefore, obviously, this key is specially prepared for the team that can "break the rules and take away the curse of the source".

It's just... It's like proving your qualifications.

Qi Qian turned his head and glanced at An Xin, with the same cautious expression on his face.

Obviously, there is a hidden crisis in the future, but there are also hidden rewards.

With the massive consumption of lamp oil, Zhang Yu's condition gradually deteriorated.

The importance of an extra ghost coin to us can be overstated.

"Let's go, let's try." Qi Qian made a decisive decision.

This time, Zhang Yu and Tong Yao, who were in good shape, stayed in front of the counter, while Qi Qian, An Xin, Wen Jianyan and Su picked up another spare oil lamp and walked towards the back of the shop.

Based on the previous experience, we said that the warehouse at the back was pitch black, and it was impossible to enter with the lights on. However, the lights also awakened a certain existence inside, bringing a great crisis.

Therefore, this time we are extremely cautious about the use of oil lamps.

"Be careful when you go in, no matter what you encounter, keep it close to you," Qi Qian urged, "Keep an eye on the oil lamp, if something is wrong, we will retreat immediately, if we want to be greedy, we would rather return empty-handed than take our own." life risk."

Several people nodded.

After making sure that everything was ready, Qi Qian took a deep breath, slowly inserted the copper key in his hand into the lock hole, and then twisted it hard.

"Click."

After a slight sound of metal clashing, the eyes slowly slid inward.

A fishy stench with a sweet and weird smell hits the face.

Under the cover of the spare oil lamp, several people walked cautiously towards the warehouse.

As imagined, the area here is almost several times that of the building, but it looks extremely empty.

The thick darkness was dispelled by the light of oil lamps.

The huge room was empty, except for a dressing table quietly placed in the distance directly opposite.

"Closer first." Qi Qian said, "See if there is anything else in its place."

After a few people carefully probed around, they finally confirmed one thing.

In this locked room, there is indeed only this dressing table.

Other than that, there's no cargo, no corpses... nothing.

Now, before the few people, there is only one last option left.

They looked at each other vigilantly, and cautiously approached the dressing table in the distance.

Wen Jianyan looked at the imminent death.

On the wooden dressing table, the scarlet paint was mottled and peeled off, as if it had been there for some years, and the same scarlet wooden stool was placed in front of it, dazzling, like the color of blood.

Wen Jianyan felt a chill down his spine, and almost immediately recalled the red nails on the dead man's hand.

There is a large copper mirror on the dressing table, the mirror surface is blurred, and the faint light from the oil lamp can be vaguely seen.

Several figures were reflected on the mirror.

one two three four

five.

etc

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank suddenly.

right!

There were obviously only four people who came in!