Chapter One Hundred and Fifty

[Honesty comes first] Live broadcast room:

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"!!!"

"Every day, this is too bad!!"

"I do, I do, I do!!! Woohoo, come and be my muse, please! [Reward points 50]"

"Ahhhhhhh, although I know that the main purpose of the anchor must be to delay time, but I don't believe that anyone in this world will refuse this request! [Reward Points               50)"

"The anchor really has nb on his body. I even suspect that he is psychological. This is just a direct attack on the weak and precise!"

"That's right, for No. 04, this is a completely unacceptable deal!"

The young man's amber eyes were very close at hand.

No. 04's chest suddenly rose and fell violently, and he suddenly stretched out his hand, and without warning, he raised his hand and grabbed the other person's wrist.

Under the thin skin are hard and delicate wrist bones.

Wen Jianyan stared at him without blinking, his eyes alert, waiting quietly.

"how?"

He looked so at ease, and there was no trace of the fear and trembling hidden beneath the calm surface.

"..."

The man lowered his eyes, his gray eyelashes covering his pupils. He leaned down, put his lips on the back of Wen Jianyan's hand, and said in a trembling voice: "Deal."

Staring at the empty ward in front of him, Su Cheng's face became extremely serious.

"This, this...what's going on? I remember he was here just now?"

Huang Mao looked around, showing an expression of astonishment.

The ward in front of you is small and simple, and even people with poor eyesight can easily see the entire room.

However, Wen Jianyan, who was obviously still in the ward with them just now, suddenly disappeared without knowing when - as if he evaporated in the air, leaving no trace.

Su Cheng was startled, as if he suddenly understood something:

"...No. 04."

"What?" Huang Mao was stunned, unable to react for a while.

"Did you forget? When we just delivered the food!" Su Cheng looked at Huang Mao with an excited expression, "That painting!"

The meticulously described and extremely uncomfortable sketch appeared in his mind, and Huang Mao slowly opened his eyes: "You mean... No. 04 took him away?"

"I guess so."

Su Chengtou.

Wen Jianyan was strongly targeted by various NPCs in this dungeon. Almost all the hostility of the high-risk patients was focused on him. When he just passed by to deliver food to No. 04, the painting the other party drew was even more hostile to Wen Jianyan. Jian Yan's interest is blatantly on the table.

Huang Mao quickly followed his train of thought.

His face turned pale: "Then, what should we do?"

If Su Cheng's guess is true, then Wen Jianyan should have been brought to the mental realm of another high-risk mental patient. That is another world that they alone cannot touch at all...

Across this mental barrier, even the props are not sure whether they can be used.

This is really too bad. Can they really just wait quietly for the next bell to ring and the world in this world automatically end?

Su Cheng gritted his teeth: "Actually... there is another way."

Huang Mao was startled: "What?"

In Su Cheng’s live broadcast room:

"Wait...I suddenly have an ominous premonition..."

"I also!!!"

"Didn't that guy just say that 01 and 03 are dog eating dog?"

Under the dispute between No. 01 and No. 03, I don’t know since when, the entire corridor has become very close to the real world. It looks very chaotic, with the characteristics of two different high-risk patients.

Su Cheng looked around, took a deep breath, and said with some uncertainty:

"If the purpose of the fight between 01 and 03 is to rob people, then they shouldn't really want to benefit from the fisherman No. 04?"

Huang Mao's eyes widened slightly: "Wait a minute...don't you mean..."

"right,"

Su Chengtou.

"Keep searching in this ward to see if there are any clues." He raised his hand and wiped his face, showing a cute expression, and said slowly: "I...I'll be back later.

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If I can come back later.

In Su Cheng’s live broadcast room:

"!! The ominous prediction has been fulfilled!"

"Woo, my little cute prophet is gradually being led astray..."

"Hahahahahaha, is this the true story of Wen Jianyan's success? He actually went down the evil path of deceit and abduction!"

"I'm laughing so hard. The dog next door is a liar and does a lot of harm to people!"

"Speaking of which, how developed is the next door? Is there anyone from over there who can tell me? I'm very curious!"

"The development next door...how to say, it's hard to describe..."

"What do you mean?"

"It means, it's obviously 04's home court! But somehow it was controlled by that liar! Good guy, I've never had such a host who turns his back on guests!"

"???"

"Wait a minute... If Wen Jianyan next door has already taken control of 04, then if Su Cheng goes to find 01 and 03 now, wouldn't it be like inviting a wolf into the house?"

"...It seems to make sense."

"Hehehe, I'm looking forward to it anyway. I've never seen so many high-risk patients fighting in Ping An Nursing Home!!"

"Shura Field! Shura Field!"

"Fight! Fight!"

Melodious music flows in the air.

On the long table, there is a golden candlestick, and the candlelight sways, illuminating the snow-white dining table and the dinner plates placed on it.

The grapes were so ripe that they almost exploded, plump and full, filling the golden plate with their sweet fragrance.

The wine glass is filled with dark red wine, which ripples slightly in the light.

The drawing paper was scattered, and charcoal was used to sketch out a series of horrifying and terrifying pictures. It was sketched out in detail with an almost crazy enthusiasm, but it was stopped due to some force majeure. It was folded and thrown away in disappointment.

above the surface.

There is no tranquility, but it is filled with a suffocating and terrifying power, like a pressure box that has expanded to the extreme. If it is touched even slightly, it will suddenly explode.

Before the "deal" was reached, the exchange of equal value between the two people had been going on for some time.

Wen Jianyan has always been very cautious.

The questions he asked were limited to those related to the "dungeon" and the "live broadcast room", trying to explore the hidden truth of this dungeon in a roundabout way without revealing his murderous intention.

Every time the other party answers one of your questions, he will naturally reciprocate.

Based on the taste in paintings and music that the other party has shown so far, Wen Jianyan has basically grasped the so-called "artistic preferences" of the other party.

As a professional fraudster who lives in the upper class and specializes in defrauding wealthy people, Wen Jianyan has rich reserves in this area. He does not need to know much about classical beauty or appreciate this type of art. He only needs to know

It's enough to cater to the other person's preferences. He will be able to answer fluently whatever work the other person throws at him, and will push the topic in the direction the other person likes.

Based on classical art, Wen Jianyan gave full play to his imagination on the other party's taste, and the pictures he constructed were even worse than those before 04.

However, he is also a thief and leaves many deficiencies in the details so that when the other party is really interested in the idea, he will completely overturn the idea.

He tried his best to prolong the process of "providing souls" to the other party to obtain more information.

During this exchange between you and me, Wen Jianyan completed the deeds of NPC No. 04 in his mind.

His real name was Mars, and he was responsible for dozens of A-class murders. Each murder was based on a world-famous painting. His most famous work before his arrest was his most famous dinner, and a total of thirteen people were killed.

The strange thing is that the experience between before being imprisoned and entering Ping An Sanatorium seemed to be a blank according to the other party. Wen Jian was temporarily unable to determine whether this blank was due to the intervention of the live broadcast room or whether it was possible that Ping An Nursing Home

Human experiments conducted.

Although the other party could still answer fluent questions about his life experience and crimes, when describing this experience, Wen Jianyan was keenly aware of a strange sign.

I always feel...something is weird.
To be continued...