Chapter 58

The color blocks in front of me were rotating in chaos, and the familiar dizziness rolled and pulled between the internal organs.

Wen Jianyan stumbled and fell to the ground.

Before he opened his eyes, a strange stench poured into his nose, making him unable to help but feel "haired" in his heart.

There was a dead silence in my ears.

“…”

Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth and made a second mental preparation, so he forced himself to slowly open his eyes.

There was a narrow room in front of me.

The curtains were pulled tightly, the light was dim and the air was turbid. The walls were covered with dirty green wallpaper. Water stains were seeping down from the wallpaper, leaving yellow-brown stains. The room was very messy, and the surface of the sofa was covered with oil, and the original color was no longer visible. There was garbage and dirty clothes piled up on it.

The layout of the room looks familiar.

Wen Jianyan was stunned for a moment. It took two seconds to realize that he was in room No. 1316.

He reached out and touched his pocket - the phone was not brought in.

The translucent live broadcast interface logo is also gray and cannot be opened, but there is a countdown of fifteen minutes above the head, and the number of seconds is slowly decreasing.

Is this the effect of the prop [Mr. Mirror]? Can you see what happened in this room?

Wen Jianyan blinked.

If this is the case, then the 20,000 points will be worth it!

Sudden……

“Great.”

“Great.”

The familiar sound sounded like a bone rubbing from his ears. Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank, and he suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction where the sound came.

A pale hand slowly stretched out from under the sofa, and the bright red nail polish on the nails fell off. The nails were incomplete, and the dark and knotted long hair spread out from the gap below, as if something was trying to crawl from under the sofa.

Grass!

It's a ghost!

Wen Jianyan instantly sweated and hair stood upside down.

The familiar system sounded in my ears intimately: "If the anchor dies while using props, the live broadcast ends and the live broadcast room is closed. In order to bring a good viewing experience to the audience, please ensure that the live broadcast is smooth and keep it connected!"

“…”

Wen Jianyan's expression was distorted for a moment.

He decided to take back what he said just now.

It’s worth buying a death crisis with 20,000 points!

Wen Jianyan turned his head and rushed towards the door, twisting the door handle hard, but it was useless. He had to give up the idea of ​​escaping from the main door, turned his head and rushed in towards the bedroom!

Like the living room, the bedroom is also dim and turbid.

The oil-filled beds were messy, with cigarette butts and garbage everywhere.

The smell of blood in the air was strong.

“Great.”

“Great.”

The sound that made Wen Jianyan's scalp numb sounded again.

This time, the sound comes from under the bed.

A pale arm stretched out from under the bed, and a twisted bracelet on his wrist was worn. A stiff, slightly slight face slowly emerged from the darkness. A pair of cloudy and dead white eyes stared at Wen Jianyan tightly.

The sticky black and red blood flowed slowly from under the bed.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of rancidness.

Wen Jianyan subconsciously took a step back.

“Great.”

There was clear friction from behind again, as if the ghost under the sofa had completely crawled and was slowly approaching him from behind.

Is this a double-sided attack?

Wen Jianyan was so scared that his face was no longer sarcastic. He looked at the sofa and then under the bed. He pressed his back against the bedroom wall and moved back little by little. While trying to stay away from the opponent's attack range, he frantically poked the gray live broadcast panel in front of him, but no matter how he did not react.

You can't use props, you can't leave the room, and you're locked up with two ghosts...

The fuck is here to cheat him!

Wen Jianyan was a little broken.

While he retreated, he glanced at the countdown above his eyes. This was the first time he hoped that a prop would fail quickly.

"Bang."

Wen Jianyan's arm hit the closet beside him.

The closet was not locked, but the closet door that was hidden on the virtual was slowly opened after the collision.

The stench that I could smell since just now came to me.

A pale, tear-filled face appeared deep in the closet.

Wen Jianyan was stunned.

...Living person?

A girl with messy clothes curled up in the closet, her hair was dirty and knotted, and she looked at Wen Jianyan outside the closet with a panic look, sobbing and sobbing from time to time.

When Wen Jianyan was stunned, the other two ghosts were approaching.

And he had nowhere to retreat and had nowhere to escape.

At this moment, he heard the keys coming into the door lock in the living room. The metal turning was clear and clear through a thin layer of walls, as if someone was coming in from outside.

At that moment, the two ghosts in front of them disappeared.

“…?”

Wen Jianyan blinked, but he couldn't feel relieved.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief because the crisis was resolved, he heard a familiar voice ringing from the living room.

"It's right for you to come to me."

The sound was old and turbid, and it instantly awakened Wen Jianyan's memory.

It’s a woman! The vicious old woman who tries to refine all anchors into the soul locking altar!

Wen Jianyan took a breath.

He made a quick decision.

Amber-colored green eyes bent down, staring at the girl curled up in the closet, raised her fingers and pressed her lips, and made a lip shape: "Shh."

Immediately afterwards, he got in and took the door of the closet and closed it quietly.

Although the space in the closet is quite wide, Wen Jianyan still inevitably touches the other party's limbs.

The girl's body was very cold, like ice cubes, and even a simple touch made people tremble.

The air is closed and turbid, mixed with a strong smell of corpse and blood.

With the light, Wen Jianyan saw something seemed to be sticking to the wall behind him.

When he heard a walk outside the closet, the lady seemed to be wandering and walking in the room. Wen Jianyan didn't intend to pay attention to the sound outside, but approached the wall behind him, held his breath slightly, and looked at the things stuck in the closet.

The light spilled in through the gaps in the closet, barely illuminating the narrow space.

These seem to be news reports and photos carefully cut from the newspaper. Some clips are circled finely with red 『』』 』 』 』 』 』 』 』 「the size of mosquitoes and flies, and it is extremely difficult to read under the dim light.

The bold title can be vaguely distinguished.

It seems...it is about a serial murder case in the city, and several young women disappeared.

One of the photos attracted Wen Jianyan's attention.

The photo shows a female corpse lying in a pool of blood, with bright red nail polish on the nails of the corpse.

Wen Jianyan was stunned.

He retreated slightly and began to look for something on the entire wall covered with tailored newspapers.

In the upper right corner, a photo was taken in a blurred dark room, with pale arms and broken bracelets on the arms vaguely visible.

Both were won.

Wen Jianyan frowned slightly.

Suddenly, a pale and stiff arm stretched over from the side and slowly climbed onto Wen Jianyan's shoulder.
To be continued...