Chapter 410

Wen Jianyan pressed one hand on the pot lid and gasped for breath.

Although he had only taken a few steps, he felt as if he had run an entire marathon. His heart was beating wildly and his ears were buzzing.

Although I am mentally prepared, the visual impact of facing fear directly...

It's still too big.

Wen Jianyan remembered that in the first scene of the movie, the time they stayed outside the toilet door was not too short. However, no abnormality occurred from beginning to end. Things took a turn for the worse when Wen Jianyan squatted.

He got down and started looking at the person behind the door.

Since the prerequisite for being attacked is "being seen".

So, wouldn’t it be nice not to be seen?

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath slowly, then lowered his head and looked at the iron pot in front of him.

Since the pot lid was closed, the head made no sound.

In just ten seconds, Wen Jianyan's hand pressing on the pot lid felt the scorching heat. It hurt a little from the burn, but he did not dare to let go of his hand.

Wen Jianyan maintained the posture of pressing the pot lid with one hand, opened his backpack with the other hand, and activated two sealing tools with yellow background and red letters in a criss-cross pattern, sealing the hot water pot tightly. After finishing

After all this, he slowly let go of his hand and took two steps back.

He stood not far away, his face and hands were flushed by the heat, and his eyes were still staring at the iron pot.

There was no movement in the pot.

The seal is not broken either.

It seems that the danger is temporarily lifted.

Wen Jianyan let out a long breath.

However, before he could relax, his senses, which had become sharper due to adrenaline, suddenly picked up a strange sound——

Footsteps.

It came from outside the door.

"!"

As soon as Wen Jianyan's breathing stopped, his heart suddenly picked up again.

He turned his head suddenly and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

The kitchen was very quiet, except for the sound of hot water, which made the sounds outside the door become clearer.

Yes, he heard the footsteps correctly.

And it is gradually approaching.

Within a few breaths, Wen Jianyan realized the reason.

——It's a sound.

Although I had paid great attention to it, in order to compete with the rolling head in the hot water for the time gate, it was almost inevitable that the iron tools would collide with each other and make sharp noises.

It was the voice that betrayed him and exposed his position.

"..."

Wen Jianyan stood in the empty kitchen, feeling the hairs on his back stand up again, and a thin layer of cold sweat oozed from his palms.

[Integrity first] Live broadcast room door:

"Good guy, it's really a wave of ups and downs. Is the anchor really exploring on the edge? Why do I feel that he encounters danger less frequently than others..."

"It's so funny. The one in front of you just came, you just get used to it."

"Hahahahahaha, it's true, anchors are targeted every day."

"But the host actually has some reasons for hesitating whether to spoil it for you."

"???Wait a minute, what do you mean by that? Please explain it carefully. We are all the audience. Don't leave it here to make the Riddler appear."

Wen Jianyan didn't know what kind of conversation took place in the barrage.

He stood there and listened.

Apparently, there weren't many footsteps outside.

There should only be two or three pairs.

It seems that although he was unlucky enough to make a noise and attract the attention of some monsters, it was not so bad that he was angry - only a small number of monsters were attracted, and the large army should still be chasing Orange Candy.

They went.

Wen Jianyan's brain was working rapidly, sifting through all the strategies he could choose.

The footsteps outside the door got closer.

Close the door?

He glanced at the pot lid that was sealed behind him.

no.

His prop reserve is not large, so he can't afford to make it like this.

What's more, monsters that can move are different from heads that rely on killing rules. If the props cannot seal the door, he will have to fight head-on.

On the one hand, he doesn't want to be tough, on the other hand...

Wen Jianyan has not given up the possibility of looking for more clues here.

If the monster here cannot be killed, but can only

A rustling sound came from the door, as if something had touched the iron door and was slowly stroking it from the outside.

Before the iron door was pushed open, Wen Jianyan made a quick decision.

His whole body slumped down, like a slippery fish that nimbly ducked into the cabinet below and disappeared without a trace.

With a sharp "squeak", the iron door was opened from the outside.

At the same time, the cabinet door below made a slight "click" sound and quietly closed.

At almost the same time, Wen Jianyan once again activated the prop that reduced his presence for himself.

"..."

The cabinet is empty. The space door here is not too small, but it is definitely not spacious either.

The light was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers. Only a faint light penetrated through the cracks in the cabinet, and a thin strip of light fell on the side of Wen Jianyan's face.

The air was turbid and there was dead silence.

Wen Jianyan huddled in the darkness, and could only hear her own breathing echoing against the cabinet wall.

Stiff and dragging footsteps sounded outside the cabinet.

The footsteps came from the door, approaching step by step, amplifying little by little. Every sound was like stepping on a person's heart, making the nerves tense up.

The footsteps echoed outside the cabinet, and he could only judge the distance by hearing.

The shoes rubbed against the floor, making a regular sound of "chun" and "chun". As the footsteps approached, Wen Jianyan's heart gradually lifted.

Suddenly, somewhere very close to the cabinet, I heard the sound of footsteps.

Amidst the continuous sounds, the sudden silence caused cardiopulmonary arrest.

Wen Jianyan's spine trembled, and he breathed softly subconsciously.

He couldn't help but sketch pictures he couldn't see in his mind, and his imagination was activated by darkness, which made the unknown even more terrifying.

What exactly is out there?

Why stop?

What happened? Or...did you discover something?

Just as Wen Jianyan was thinking wildly, the sound of footsteps sounded again. The sound echoed outside the cabinet, sometimes near and sometimes far away, sometimes sitting and sometimes right, as if he was pacing in the kitchen with numb and stiff steps, never stopping.

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[Integrity first] Live broadcast room door:

"What's going on? The screen is completely black all the time. It makes me sleepy looking at it."

"I don't know... I'm almost tired of waiting. Why haven't you left yet?"

"Hey! The anchor is watching the barrage!"

"Ahhh!"

In the darkness, Wen Jianyan opened the live broadcast interface, and the blue light shone on the side of his face. He scanned the somewhat empty barrage, showing a thoughtful expression.

To be honest, he was also wondering why the footsteps outside didn't leave for a long time.

Originally, he wanted to open the barrage to see if there were any clues, but it was obvious that the anti-spoiler mechanism in Nightmare was so good that he could not get any information from it.
To be continued...