Something came in, but they didn't see anything.

What followed was nothing but darkness pouring into his shop from outside the door.

"Chichi!"

The light of the oil lamp danced even more violently, as if it was burning to the extreme under some strange power. However, the bright jumping was completely unable to dispel the darker and darker black. On the contrary, although it was dim just now, it could still focus on the light.

The room was full of light, and the area that could have been illuminated was forced to become smaller and smaller, and closer and closer.

Ta, da, da.

In the boundless darkness, the only thing that could be heard was the constant sound of slowly approaching footsteps.

Getting clearer and louder.

By the end, it was as if it was ringing close to my ears.

The footsteps stopped.

Park at the front of the store, closest to the counter.

The putrid smell was so strong that I couldn't breathe.

Too dark.

Like thick ink falling into water, that is, the oil lamp is still burning, but the visual effect has been lost.

Even if they couldn't see anything, they still knew very well... "it" was standing in front of the counter, only a few steps away from them.

"..."

Beat acceleration, pupil dilation, sweat gland secretion.

Primal fear spreads in the air.

Swish, swish.

A thin rubbing sound sounded in my ears.

The human brain is stimulated to the extreme at this moment, and countless weird and terrifying pictures are imagined.

Swish, swish.

For the broadcasters, there has never been a moment more painful than now. Some senses have lost the meaning of existence, as if they are experiencing an endless fall. There is a heavy stone pressing on their chests, so heavy that they can't breathe at all.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded again, and everyone was shocked!

The alarm bells are ringing in my ears, but my body is restrained in place by reason, and I can only judge the current situation by hearing——

The footsteps... seemed... to be walking outward.

Stiffly, dull, and slowly, he walked toward the door step by step.

"Ring ring."

The crisp copper bell rang again.

It seems that the glass door has been opened again.

The flames of the wildly jumping oil lamp gradually stabilized, the ink-like darkness gradually dispersed from the shop, and the stench lingering in the nose gradually faded...

Soon, the dim light of the oil lamp filled the room, and everyone regained their vision again.

The glass door was closed, and the copper bell on the door was still shaking slightly.

There was no one in the huge shop.

No one died.

At this moment, the tight breathing finally came out, and several people stood there dumbfounded, panting violently, almost feeling like they were surviving a disaster.

……it's over?

Qi Qian's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

He raised his eyes and looked around slowly.

There seemed to be no difference between the shops in front of him just now, the only difference... Qi Qian was slightly startled, and his eyes fell on the dummy that had just been moved to the front of the shop.

The dummy is empty.

The clothes were taken away by someone unknown, leaving only the pale and hard plastic body.

On the ground in front of the dummy, there was a string of dark footprints, like rotting corpse water, extending from outside the door, emitting a faint, foul smell.

"Captain, look!"

The exclamation of a nursery rhyme came from the side.

Qi Qian turned around and looked.

In the meantime, Tong Yao reached out, picked up something from the counter, and handed it to Qi Qian.

The piece of paper money used to burn someone to death was exactly the same as the Hades coin obtained from another corpse, and there was still putrid black water on it.

Wen Jianyan on the side breathed out slowly and without trace. The fingers hanging by his side relaxed slightly, and his palms were cold and wet.

His guess was correct.

The simpler the mechanism, the easier it is to be ignored.

This is a building full of shops, and according to the security guard, they have many new employees, so as employees, they have to run the store.

Lighting the oil lamp means opening the door for business, and then the "customers" will come to the door, leave the ghost coins, and take away the goods.

If you refuse, you will die.

Follow the rules and you will live.

Blocking the light only delays what really needs to be done.

The moment he saw the Ming coins, Qi Qian was startled and his eyes widened slightly.

At that moment, he connected the clues together and figured out the context.

……I see.

As broadcasters, they are too accustomed to dealing with waves of ghosts attacking them. No matter whether they use props or talents, they can survive as long as they repel the attacks.

This kind of experimental orientation puts them in a state of darkness under the lamp.

Qi Qian's eyes flashed with a strange glimmer, and he turned to look at Su Chengwen and the two of them.

Fortunately, someone woke them up from this blind state so quickly, otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"..."

After experiencing it personally, Qi Qian seemed to vaguely realize why No. 34 called his teammate the "strongest prophecy."

Wen Jianyan felt Qi Qian's gaze, but he did not reply.

Although there are very few prompts from NPCs, there is a lot of information provided through the mechanism in the entire copy of [Prosperity Building].

Regardless of the key that can open the store door, the oil lamp placed on the counter, or the leather jacket hidden among countless ordinary clothes, they all send the same message.

Death is inevitable when darkness falls, but the only lamp oil that can dispel the darkness is limited and cannot be replenished. In fact, the copy told them in another language:

If you do nothing, you will just wait to die. There is no way to survive.

This logical chain is simple and clear, and, to be honest, not difficult to guess.

On the contrary, the habitual consciousness of senior broadcasters will prevent them from thinking in this direction.

However, even so, Wen Jianyan also believes that it won't be long before other broadcast teams will also realize this -

Of course, maybe after sacrificing a few teams or spending a few talent times.

When the Dark Fire Team had no time to distract themselves from thinking, Wen Jianyan came to such an inference in advance, and was one step ahead of others. He skipped the steps in the middle without explaining them, and tied the so-called "prophecy" together.

.

In this way, after everything is over, people's thinking inertia will make them believe that -

All this is due to prophecy.

After the crisis subsided, except for Su Chengwen Jianyan, several people left the excessively narrow counter.

Wen Jianyan turned around and hooked his hand towards Su Cheng.

Su Cheng's face turned pale. Although he still maintained his calmness, he had not yet recovered from the depressive state just now.

"What, what?"

Wen Jianyan leaned into his ear and whispered a few words in a low voice.

"ah?"

Su Cheng was stunned for a moment: "Why?"

"Just in case." Wen Jianyan raised his hand and patted Su Cheng on the shoulder, "Anyway, just do as I say."

Su Cheng: "..."

Oh, forget it, my teammates are considered old Riddlers, just get used to it.
To be continued...