OK.

It seems there are no points left.

Forget it, it's better than nothing.

He sighed, rewrapped the red cloth and put it in his pocket, then reset the drawer.

Where the anchor couldn't see it, the barrage was already chatting enthusiastically:

"If I'm right about this novice copy, among the three hidden props, one is easy, one is difficult, and one is epic?"

"Fuck, the other anchors worked their butts off to break into the duty room, and got the props that they had to use their old noses to get... were they obtained so easily?"

"Good guy, the first hidden item for newcomers is the difficult level. This anchor is extraordinary."

"The one in front of you just came in, right? You can tell at a glance that this anchor is not a newbie, but I don't know which boss's trumpet he has."

Wen Jianyan left the duty room and walked towards the dormitory door.

He took a deep breath, then carefully pushed the door open a crack with his fingertips, and peeked out.

It was dark, and thick shadows shrouded the campus in front of me.

As he expected, the school occupies a very small area. The teaching building not far away is only four stories high. From this angle, you can vaguely see a crooked small playground not far away, as well as a small artificial

lake.

The lights in the teaching building are all dark.

Just when Wen Jianyan was about to look away, he suddenly discovered——

In front of a window on the fourth floor, a shadow stood silently.

In the darkness, thicker shadows outline the outline of a human figure.

The shadow stood steadily in front of the window, standing there silently and motionless.

For some reason, Wen Jianyan felt like it was watching him.

He suddenly felt an icy chill crawling up the back of his neck, instantly arousing goosebumps.

So permeable...

At this moment, the shadow raised his hand and gently pressed it on the window. A pale and blurry face emerged from the darkness, and slowly and firmly pressed against the window——

"Boom!"

The next second, a clear knock on the door suddenly sounded without warning, almost exploding right in front of Wen Jianyan.

I'm so stupid!

Wen Jianyan's scalp instantly became numb and his hair stood on end.

I saw the door in front of me being pushed open with great force, wide open in the night.

The tall and bloated figure of the old witch appeared in the night. While wiping her hands on her greasy skirt, she looked at Wen Jianyan with some surprise: "Internship, have you sent the list?"

Wen Jianyan's heart was beating wildly, but a smile appeared on his face reflexively:

"Yes, yes."

"So fast?"

"Because you need help..." The young man shyly touched the back of his head: "So I came back as quickly as possible."

The old witch looked Wen Jianyan up and down for a few seconds, and finally squeezed out a cold snort from her nostrils:

"Quite clever."

She crossed Wen Jianyan and walked forward: "Follow me."

The door of the dormitory building closed behind the old witch.

Wen Jianyan subconsciously looked in the direction just now - the window on the fourth floor of the teaching building was empty, with nothing in it.

He swallowed.

Although it’s not appropriate to think this way...but thank God it’s this NPC who came.

At least they look human.

Wen Jianyan recited the words "human likeness" over and over in her mind several times before she finally mustered up the courage, turned around, and quickly followed the old witch's back.

The old witch stood at the top of the stairs and looked up.

The narrow stairs extend into deep shadows, and through the thin walls, you can vaguely hear the noisy sounds coming from upstairs:

"This freshmen class really has no rules."

After saying that, she suddenly chuckled twice.

Her voice is rough, but the tone is as delicate as a girl's. The malicious and happy light in the two small gray eyes is particularly creepy:

"You should take good care of it..."

The huge woman took steps forward, humming a strange and pleasant tune in her mouth, and walked up the stairs step by step.

After experiencing a series of hysteria and denial of reality, all novice anchors were temporarily forced to accept the status quo - their lives and deaths hung on a thread, and there was no way around it other than to comply with the rules.

Although they have no intention of helping their competitors, in order to prevent novices from getting in the way, senior anchors will still inform them of the rules in the instance.

This D-level copy is not very difficult. As novices with no audience base, the first thing anchors should do is to unlock the hidden information on the identity card.

The better you understand your identity in the dungeon, the better you can deal with various emergencies, and the higher your survival rate.

Everyone was rummaging through the boxes and cabinets in the room where they woke up, looking for all the personal information related to their ID cards.

Su Cheng clutched his ID card tightly, lying on the ground, panting and trying hard to pull the debris under the bed.

His survival time was only four hours, which was the shortest among these companions.

No matter how he spoke to the live broadcast area, the comments and the number of viewers were all deserted, with no sign of growth at all.

So, if you don't succeed and find something...

He won't survive tonight.

This feeling of being able to see the god of death approaching made Su Cheng feel so panicked that he could hardly breathe.

Cold beads of sweat streaked across his hot and bloodshot cheeks, falling onto the dusty ground with a thud.

The ground beneath his palms shook.

"Boom, boom, boom."

It seemed like heavy footsteps were approaching.

What followed was a woman's humming.

The melody is cheerful and simple, lingering intermittently and faintly in the gloomy corridor, becoming clearer little by little with the sound of footsteps.

Su Cheng broke out in a cold sweat.

He stood up suddenly and subconsciously looked at the senior anchor in the opposite dormitory.

Obviously, the other party also heard this ominous signal that was gradually approaching, and also became vigilant.

The footsteps and the humming stopped together.

"Cough cough cough." After deliberately clearing his throat, a rude and malicious voice suddenly sounded, echoing in the dark narrow corridor: "Assemble!"

The dead silence after the noise became particularly uncomfortable.

"..."

The anchors looked at each other and stood still.

Finally, under the leadership of several experienced senior anchors, the remaining anchors were all dubious and left their dormitories step by step.

A tall and bloated woman stood at the end of the corridor. The flickering light above her head fell on her broad shoulders, illuminating her face covered with flesh and crowded features.

She stared at the sparse "new life" in front of her with her small gray eyes, her eyes vicious and sticky, like a poisonous snake snaking up her calf:

"Too slow."

A sinister smile appeared on that sinister face:
Chapter completed!