Chapter 312

[Above Integrity] In the live broadcast room:

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"I'll go, I'll go, right? We can meet on a narrow road!"

"How many fire escapes are there in the Xingwang Hotel? Not three or four, but maybe five or six?"

"Hahahahahahaha what a probability! I'm really convinced by this luck!"

The sound of footsteps gradually approached from above, and everyone's hearts were in their throats. They subconsciously held their breath and turned to look at Wen Jianyan, waiting for his decision.

"..."

Wen Jianyan raised his eyes silently, his pale lips pursed into a straight and tight line, and he stared steadily at the darkness in the distance, his light-colored eyes falling deep into the shadows.

The silence lasted only a short second.

In almost a moment, he had already decided on his next course of action.

Wen Jianyan raised his hand and made a gesture, opening and closing his lips silently, making a mouth shape: "Let's go."

In any case, now is not the time to conflict with the opponent.

Not only have they not returned to the red territory yet, but more importantly, they have just escaped from the "guests" in the rainy town, and their status or anything else has not returned to normal.

They knew too little about the enemy team, and Wen Jianyan was not a team leader who was good at organizing frontal battles. Under such circumstances, rushing forward would only bring disadvantages to them, but no benefits.

——Better to avoid.

The group of people retreated quietly and disappeared at the stairway of the second floor as quickly as possible.

The sound of footsteps coming from upstairs gradually grew louder.

Soon, a small team appeared at the stairs.

This team is very different from other teams in the dungeon in terms of their eyes and posture. They act silently and orderly, and their eyes are strange, with obvious alien characteristics, which inexplicably gives people an indescribable sense of oppression.

, is a very senior anchor team.

Among them, two people stand out the most.

One is a gentle man.

He has a handsome and upright face, with a polite smile on his face all the time, but it gives people an inexplicable feeling of incongruity, as if there is some unknown and strange danger that is deliberately hidden in that seemingly

beneath the normal surface.

It's a "gentleman".

Although he did not wear the tuxedo in the [Secret Parliament] this time, but changed into more convenient clothes because he entered the dungeon, this does not prevent him from becoming the most well-dressed person in the entire team.

Next to him, another male anchor was walking.

Anis.

The predecessor was eighth.

He is not tall, but he is extremely thin. His shoulders and arms are slender and thin, making him walk like a giant praying mantis. He has a pair of large, inexplicably scary eyes that move very fast.

Flexible, although the facial features are not bad, when combined together, it is difficult to be considered good-looking, and the skin is blue and white, giving people a strong sense of weirdness.

The two of them walked forward, whispering something.

The chaotic footsteps of several people echoed in the narrow corridor, suppressing the sounds of their conversations with each other.

Just before going down to the second floor, the gentleman suddenly stopped.

Several other people paused and also stopped.

"What?" asked a team member behind him.

The gentleman did not answer immediately, but squatted down and seemed to be studying something.

The light in the stairwell was very dark, and it was difficult for them to see what the gentleman was doing.

Anis: "What did you find?"

The gentleman stood up unhurriedly, smoothed the folds of his coat, then slowly walked down a few steps, looked along the direction of the second floor, and then laughed:

"Ha ha."

The gentleman twirled his wet fingertips, and the smile on his face became more obvious: "It's just that we seem to have caught a big fish in advance this time."

Anis looked in the direction of the gentleman's gaze.

The light in the corridor on the second floor illuminated the junction of the corridor and the stairwell, where there was a dark wet mark that was not obvious, as if it was accidentally left by someone walking by in a hurry.

"ha."

He also smiled.

"really."

For the anchors in this dungeon, their actions after turning off the lights for the first time must be carried out in the area where their camp is located. This is absolutely because the dungeon does not leave them enough time to leave, but the next time they will not

That’s for sure.

For experienced anchors, especially senior anchors who are confident in their abilities and dare to take risks, they will definitely enter the opponent's camp as soon as possible to explore. Otherwise, the amount of information they can obtain may lag far behind the opponent.

The gentleman and Anis are like this, and Wen Jianyan must be like this too.

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Otherwise, he will not become the new No. 08.

Therefore, at the first meeting, the gentlemen chose to reveal their identities, forcefully control the black team, and let them be careful about the red team that might sneak in before the next lights out - it seems that they failed

Already.

However, the gentleman actually did not have high expectations at the beginning.

In nightmares, confrontations rarely occur, and such death confrontations against the top ten anchors are even rarer. Even senior players like Orange Candy don’t know the routines here, but Gentleman is different.

He is not only in the top ten, but also the vice-president of the Oracle. He has access to wider information than anyone else, so he is very aware of the underlying mechanism of this book.

Since the levels of the four of them are listed here, the rankings of other anchors cannot be that high, let alone the ability to solve the dungeon on their own.

Even after just two rounds, the number of ordinary anchors may have been reduced a lot.

This is the difference between the confrontation version and the camp version.

Although both versions have red and black camps, their core logic and battle methods are completely different.

Here, any anchor other than their two core teams is of no use, because with their level, it is impossible to even be assigned to this dungeon, and acting independently is a dead end. In the Xingwang Hotel, who can really decide

There are only two of them in the dungeon, and the others are nothing more than cannon fodder, foils, and tools for their use.

They are chess players, and the rest are pieces that can be discarded at any time.

Judging from what he saw just after he went upstairs, the opponent didn't seem to realize this. Not only did he let the chess pieces interact freely, he also gave up his status as a chess player.

How stupid.

The smile on the gentleman's face deepened slightly.

If the opponent had chosen to form a team with him, he would have informed this information without hesitation, and the opponent would not have made such a wrong judgment. What a pity...

"Walk."

Anis waved.

Under his leadership, the group left the stairwell and walked into the corridor on the second floor.

The corridor was shrouded in dark red lights, with hotel rooms with closed doors on both sides. The floor was covered with dusty old carpets, with messy and wet traces extending forward, leading to a clear path.

Apparently, the person on the other side heard them coming downstairs, and in order to avoid them, they retreated into the corridor on the second floor.

But the problem is that they were in such a hurry to escape that they forgot the most important point: people coming out of the rainy town are wet, and this kind of rain has supernatural power, and it is not something that can

something that is easily removed.

The water lying on them was like bread crumbs in a fairy tale, exposing their whereabouts.

The other party obviously didn't realize this. If they had, they wouldn't have left that water stain in the stairwell on the second floor, thus exposing their existence and attracting their pursuit.

The group of people followed the wet marks and moved forward.

They are well-trained, move quickly, and their eyes are shining with excitement and cruelty, as if they are very eager for this unforeseen conflict.

The sound of rushing footsteps echoed in the narrow corridor.

Their speed is very fast, and in such a closed space, almost no one can escape their tracking.

Getting closer.

The wet marks on the ground became irregular. It was obvious that the people on the other side were aware that water stains would reveal traces, and were trying to change this passive situation.

But it's useless.

They have no time to change their clothes.

Whether they plan to escape from the other side of the stairs or plan to find a room to hide in and ambush them, it doesn't make much sense.
To be continued...