Published at 20th of July 2022 06:34:44 AM

Decai Middle School

Before Su Cheng could breathe a sigh of relief, in the next classroom, those silhouettes appeared again. They were still side by side, but closer this time.

Then again in the next room.

And again in the next.

With each step they took, the silhouettes would also take a step forward, and the strange shadows gradually enlarged, as if slowly approaching.

There were vague weird rustling sounds in the ears, like a low laugh, or a malicious whisper. Those meaningless syllables came from the far side of the corridor, approaching little by little

Run!

Wen Jianyan shouted.

The moment the voice fell, the two of them ran desperately.

The edge of the line of sight became blurred, but they could still see the dark shadows relentlessly chasing after them. As those shadows continue to chase the distance between them decreased little by little.

In the end, the shadow, which had been fully enlarged to its normal height, clung to the window near the corridor, as if it would leave the classroom and come into the corridor in the next second.

Those rustling and eerie human voices were amplified, again and again, circling in the empty corridor, attacking from all directions. The source of the sound could not be found at all, but it can make people feel inexplicably chilling and trembling.

This way!

The young man running in front made a sharp turn and dragged Su Cheng into the stairwell.

The stairwell was dark and cramped, the green paint had been peeled off, revealing a mess of scribbled graffiti, and the overhead lights flickered and squeaked.

Other than that, it was dead silence.

The whispers disappeared.

Those gradually approaching shadows also did not seem to catch up.

Su Cheng leaned against the wall in shock, his voice changed: What the hell are those things?!

Wen Jianyan didn't answer.

He raised his head and looked up at the stairs that stretched upwards in front of him.

The tops of some of the stairs were engulfed in darkness and seemed endless.

The adrenaline generated during the run just now had disappeared, and the icy chill began to rise from the soles of his feet.

Although his face still maintained a well-trained calm and composed expression, Wen Jianyan's heart began to feel weak.

if he could, he really didn't want to go up at all.

Remembering the time limit of the task, he squeezed the hard outline of the key in his pocket, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out a few words:

Let's go, go upstairs.

Su Cheng looked at the young man beside him in shock.

This NPC, are you not afraid at all?

You your psychological quality is really strong. He opened his mouth and sincerely praised.

Wen Jianyan:

Hehe.

Strong my ass.

I don't have any choice but to be headstrong, okay!

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he replied without a smile: Don't praise.

The barrage laughed madly.

[Hahahahahahahahaha why is it so funny?]

[What kind of weird comedy effect is this!]

[In a sense, the opposite side did say the truth, the anchor's psychological quality is indeed very strong, but it is all in the direction of telling lies without blinking.]

[But the fear of ghosts is also true, hahaha!]

After entering the stairwell there were no more strange sounds and images.

However, once they leave the stairwell and enter the corridor on the second and third floors, they fall into the previous predicament again.

The shadows became clear and imminent, swarming in the darkness of corridors and classrooms, watching them greedily and eagerly, waiting to drag them into the darkness.

Su Cheng secretly took out his ID card during the process and took a look.

He found that every time he entered the realm of the shadows, his remaining survival time would be eaten up a lot. It was only a few minutes ago that he entered the teaching building, but the survival time on the card had been dropped by nearly half an hour.

His back felt cold, and he gave up his thought of exploring the second and third floors.

Soon, the fourth floor was already in sight.

4.

The bright red digital lacquer print had faded and peeled off, illumined by the flickering lights in the corridor, looking more and more ominous.

Wen Jianyan slowly took a deep breath, stepped forward carefully, and walked out of the stairwell little by little.

It was very quiet in the ear, without any weird whispers and low laughter.

The voice-activated lights lit up one by one, illuminating the empty corridor.

No shadows.

To be precise, after leaving the stairwell, nothing happened. Compared with the other three floors, it was simply too peaceful and simple.

But Wen Jianyan didn't feel any relief.

There are only two possibilities for it to be so quiet here. One is that the shadows were originally designed to drive them to the fourth floor, and the other is that there is something more vicious here, and even they dare not approach here.

Either way, it is not easy to deal with.

The icy light overhead is steady and continuous.

The empty corridor stretched out to both sides, and the end was engulfed by darkness. The classrooms on both sides had no obvious signs, so they could only go and check them one by one.

Wen Jianyan turned to look at Su Cheng:

Let's split up and find classroom 408. If you encounter something unusual, don't act rashly and call me loudly.

Su Cheng was startled for a while, and then nodded quickly: No problem.

To be honest, in such a weird place, splitting up was the last thing he wanted to do.

After all, acting alone is the death rule in horror movies.

But now Su Cheng had to quickly check the remaining points and survival time on his ID card, and then buy life-saving props from the store, so the other party's proposal is just right.

After parting with Wen Jianyan, Su Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and walked towards the side corridor.

Great, what he's going to do next can't be seen by that NPC, which is not only difficult to explain but also likely to lead to suspicion.

As he thought, he opened the live broadcast interface.

But what Su Cheng didn't know was that in a place he couldn't see, the NPC himself was doing exactly the same thing as him

Opening the live broadcast interface.

It has been a long time since the live broadcast interface was opened here. As soon as Wen Jianyan entered, he saw the overwhelming barrage, and he was overwhelmed for a while.

[Oh, oh, the anchor has opened the barrage!]

[!!! (50 reward points)]

[The anchor is here!]

[Ah, ah, ah, I love the anchor's style. The front row confession!]

He took time to look at the number of people online in the live room.

Oh God, last time there were only more than 2,000 people, and now it has doubled, almost approaching 6,000 people!

Wen Jianyan glanced at the barrage a few times.

After a moment, the previous wave of enthusiasm has passed, and the remaining content of the barrage has become more clear.

Some are enthusiastic, some are indifferent, some are malicious, and some are doubtful. Of course, most of them are watching the play with great interest, and no particularly effective information can be extracted from it.

This time the barrage is of no use.

There is no need for any interaction anymore, but it can't be too perfunctory.

Thank you.

The handsome young man smiled and lowered his eyes, letting his long eyelashes cover the shimmering light under his eyes. He lightly pressed his fingertips on his curved lips, gently threw a kiss over, and said:

I also confess to you.

The previous indifferent and upright disguise was torn apart, revealing a bit of frivolity and cynicism that did not belong to that fake character.

But it's not serious. Instead, it has a casual sense of distance. It seems to be just a random teasing, but it's

inexplicably very skilful.

Immediately afterwards, the interface was closed without hesitation.

The barrage fell into a brief silence.

[Damn, he really understands (50 reward points)]

[Damn, this anchor is too skilled at cheating and getting rewards! Family members, don't be deceived! (50 reward points)]

[Generally speaking, I rarely give a tip to such a new live broadcast room, but (50 reward points)]

[The anchor's mouth, a deceitful ghost! (100 reward points)]

Listening to the sound of the points being credited, Wen Jianyan happily opened the store interface.

Perhaps the saved points have increased, and this time the store has more open interfaces.

After careful selection, Wen Jianyan added a life-saving item to the shopping cart. After all, there may be dangers in the future, so it is necessary to have insurance in advance.

He stared at the store interface for a moment, and then added another item to the cart.

Guiding hand.

Although the price of this thing is not cheap, it has become more and more necessary as time goes on.

Wen Jianyan has now collected a hard-level hidden object, and the epic-level hidden object task is also in progress. Seeing that victory is in sight, there is only one hidden item of ordinary level left.

In this case, if he doesn't collect all the hidden items in this dungeon, it will be a bit too sorry for him who is desperately trying to survive.

Wen Jianyan clicked to place an order.

The item has been put into the backpack.

The system prompt sounded, looking at the 7,000 points that were quickly being debited from his account, his heart couldn't help but faintly ache.

The process was fast, and there were still dozens of minutes left until the next point settlement.

Wen Jianyan comforted himself in his heart.

At this moment, Su Cheng's shout came from behind:

Here, 408 is here!

Wen Jianyan came back to his senses, he closed the interface, turned around and walked towards Su Cheng's location.

Su Cheng pointed to a faded iron sheet on the closed door in front of him.

Sure enough, this was the room he was looking for.

Wen Jianyan nodded, stepped forward, and pressed his hand on the doorknob.

The cold metallic touch came from the palm of his hand, and a chill spread, causing him to shiver slightly.

He took a deep breath and was about to press his palm down when suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind like lightning.

Wen Jianyan was startled, his eyes widened slightly.

Wait

He turned his head to look.

This is the fourth floorthe second room on the right.

That's right, what he saw from the dormitory building, the terrifying figure standing in the teaching building, with his face on the window, seems to be in the same room

The second room from the right side on the fourth floor.

Wen Jianyan's eyes fell on the door in front of him, the bright red lacquer print on the iron sheet had faded slightly.

It's here.

408.

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