Welcome to the Nightmare Live

Chapter 234

Almost without verbal explanation, Chen Mo immediately understood what Wen Jianyan meant.

In the [Xingwang Hotel] dungeon, there are no ghosts on the ground.

All ghosts only exist below the surface of the water and exist in the form of shadows, as if they exist in another dimension in the same world. Therefore, they cannot move freely and kill people. Only through the medium can they "perceive" "To the human presence, and began to kill.

Oil painting is the medium, and so is the human leather umbrella.

Obviously, oil painting is the most source medium, take away oil painting, and even take away the ghosts in oil painting, and “welcome” them from the rainy town to the prosperous hotel.

Compared with this, the human skin umbrella and the human skin coat are more like some kind of props that are relied on by supernatural power.

Although ghosts can also kill people through them, they cannot affect ghosts in reverse. If the props are damaged, the [medium] will fail, and the channel that exists as the [medium] will be closed.

Under this premise, ghosts and ghosts can restrict each other through media.

Just like the last time he encountered a customer when he entered the rainy town, Wen Jianyan created a fragile balance between the umbrella and the "guest", thereby holding both of them at the same time, making them all temporarily inactive ability.

Since it was last time, then, theoretically speaking, there is no problem this time.

But despite this...

How to do it is still a big question.

After all, there is no rain in the shop.

They have tried it before, holding an umbrella indoors cannot activate the medium and allow ghosts to appear under the umbrella. That is to say, if you want to balance the human leather umbrella and the human leather jacket, you must enter the rain.

However, the only way to the outside was blocked by the corpse...

This creates a paradox.

To deal with the curse, they had to enter the rain, but the curse blocked their way into the rain.

No matter how you think about it, it's a dead end.

Chen Mo's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

He took a deep breath, turned to look at Wen Jianyan, and asked, "Captain, what are you going to do?"

"..."

Wen Jianyan didn't answer immediately.

His eyes fell on the two leather jackets, and he seemed to be lost in thought.

Not far away, the two human leather clothes were propped apart by the invisible cold wind, as if a non-existent human figure was wrapped inside them. The shape of a human face vaguely appeared on the empty clothes, swaying in the dark room, watching. It was unbearable to feel anxious, and at the position leading to the door, the corpse wrapped in human leather was moving its feet stiffly, walking slowly in this direction.

tick, tick,

The sound of viscous blood dripping one after another echoed in the room.

"...It's a shadow."

Wen Jianyan said suddenly.

"Huh?" Chen Mo was stunned, and he didn't react for a while.

Wen Jianyan seemed to have thought of something, and his breathing became slightly rapid. He turned his head and looked at Chen Mo, who was beside him. A pair of light-colored eyes shone in the dim room:

"The source of the curse is the shadow, not the rain."

In essence, a human skin umbrella and a human leather jacket are the same thing.

Since human leather clothing can work indoors, so can umbrellas, theoretically.

What is the only thing they have in common?

is shadow.

Ghosts only appear as shadows in water.

Therefore, the downpour that falls from overhead is not a necessary condition, but the accumulation of water on the ground.

After listening to Wen Jianyan finish his speech at the fastest speed, Chen Mo showed a sudden realization: "So, what you mean is, we just need to hold an umbrella and step into the pool of blood under the human leather jacket, and we will be able to complete it. Check and balance?"

Wen Jianyan nodded: "Yes."

Acting indoors is far more fault-tolerant than acting in the rain. After all, although they are not carrying any oil paintings now, activating the curse, the rain is equally dangerous anyway.

Compared with the last time when Wen Jianyan faced the guests directly outside, the difficulty can be said to be greatly reduced.

Soon, they agreed on the next course of action.

This time, Wen Jianyan and Chen Mo were in charge of the operation, while Bai Xue and Huang Mao, as non-combatants, stayed away from danger on standby.

Wen Jianyan and Chen Mo looked at each other and nodded.

"action."

Tick, tick.

The sound of viscous blood falling to the ground became clearer.

There was a stench of corruption floating in the air, intertwined with the damp and musty smell outside the house, making it almost nauseating.

Soon, Wen Jianyan could clearly see the border of the pool of blood under the man's leather jacket not far away.

Accompanied by the sound of blood dripping, the border of the blood pool is like a creature with a personal will, spreading to the distance, the scarlet surface is like a mirror, clearly reflecting the scene in the house, as if there is another creature below. The same parallel world shrouded in bright red lights.

He took a deep breath, held the cold umbrella handle in one hand, and slowly opened the human-skin umbrella in his hand.

Except for the blue-black handprints branded on the umbrella handle, the feeling of holding a human-skin umbrella indoors is almost the same as holding an ordinary umbrella.

The bluish-white-blackened palm did not appear.

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth, took big steps, and walked in the direction of the pool of blood.

When he got close enough, the man's leather jacket that was agitated by the wind seemed to sense the approaching human being, and just like before, it suddenly rolled in the direction of Wen Jianyan!

In the next second, a biting chill suddenly struck, as if the head to toe was immersed in the ice, making people shiver from the cold. Wen Jianyan felt that his body was rapidly becoming stiff. Slow and uncontrolled, even the brain seems to have lost its previous flexibility and become dull.

It's just a brief moment of distraction, but in such a situation, it can decide life and death.

When Wen Jianyan came back to his senses, the man's leather jacket was already straight in front of him!

A strong stench of blood came out.

The cold, sticky, pliable touch tightly wrapped around his wrists, arms, and shoulders, climbing up his body like a living thing, not so much to "force him to wear it" as to say Be prepared to "dress him up".

A cold and terrifying feeling came from the place wrapped in the human skin, as if it was greedily devouring his vitality, and a strong sense of weakness rose from the cracks in the bones.

Wen Jianyan's eyes darkened and it was difficult to breathe.

In the gradually blurred vision, he could clearly see—

A pale, dead blue-gray ghost was slowly crawling towards him. The facial features were blurred almost in front of him, and the corners of his mouth were wide open, revealing a trembling, extremely terrifying figure. weird smile.

This seeing goes both ways.

Being able to "see" ghosts that do not exist in this world means that he has now entered the dimension where ghosts exist.

If you continue like this, you will surely die.

That means the time has come.

But the problem is...

The boundary line of the pool of blood was still a few steps away, but Wen Jianyan no longer had the strength to move forward.

Only fight-

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth, her bloodless face became paler in the dim light, only one eyeball was still clear and shiny, like a sharp sword, with a compelling shimmer.

With the last ounce of strength in his body, he lifted his unstrung arm slightly, then changed his center of gravity, forcing himself to fall in the direction of the pool of blood.

The swaying human skin umbrella was reflected in the pool of blood.

The next second, a familiar coldness struck, a pale palm with blue-black corpse spots appeared on the umbrella handle, as if some invisible existence held the umbrella handle and appeared on the umbrella handle. under the umbrella.

Almost at the same time, the human leather jacket wrapped around his body stopped squirming and seemed to fall into a brief moment of rigidity.

Wen Jianyan took the opportunity to roll on the spot and broke free.

It all happened in a flash, and it was almost over before you could breathe.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"...successful?"

"Successful, successful!!!"

"The anchor is awesome!!!"

"..."

Wen Jianyan held the hanger next to her with one hand, her face was pale, her chest was heaving rapidly, and her eyes were fixed on the direction she just broke free.

Above the ground, the pool of blood no longer expands.

A human-skin umbrella was slanted and fell into it, and a human-skin coat that was no longer moving was lying under it. Both fell silent, and there was nothing in the depths of the pool of blood.

very good.

His guess was correct.

There are no mistakes in action, one, everything is planned.

Compared with the mumbling in his heart, who seemed to have the chance to win, the expression on Wen Jianyan's face was far from calm.

His face was pale, and he took a deep breath, but his hands and feet were still weak.

——In any case, the close contact with the two ghosts is still too much.

He really doesn't want to experience it a second time! ! !

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, suppressed the nauseated desire in his stomach, turned his head, and looked in Chen Mo's direction.

After all, Chen Mo is also a senior anchor who is on his own. He is far superior to others in terms of operation and reaction ability. Coupled with Wen Jianyan's operation prompts, he also completed the task very smoothly - after everything is over, it even looks better than Wen In short, keep calm.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Hahahahahaha laughed, and the captain of the order of the order was panicked, but the team members calmly calmly looked like a big man."

"I'm in tears, my baby is really a rare normal human being."

"How many copies of this are there, hey, why doesn't the anchor's courage seem to have grown much? Hahaha!"

Now, two of the biggest crises have been dealt with, and only one last corpse is left that is still walking.

Wen Jianyan turned around and turned her eyes to the direction of the corpse.

It's terrifying, but it's slow, and after dealing with other, more dangerous beings, it basically doesn't pose much of a threat to them.

In addition, Wen Jianyan is not going to stay here for too long, so even if he doesn't deal with it for a while, it will be fine.

He let out a long breath, and the palm of his hand on the shelf next to him slid slightly.

Fingertips hit something.

Icy, soft and smooth.

The touch was too familiar, Wen Jianyan couldn't help feeling a chill down his spine, lowered his head in horror, and looked at the place where his hand had just rubbed.

It was a very normal-looking piece of clothing except for the old style. Under the dim light, it was almost the same as the clothing in ordinary stores.

but……

At this moment, a strange guess emerged in his mind.

Wen Jianyan stretched out her hand again, opened the collar of the dress, and illuminated it with a flashlight.

The bluish-grey human skin showed a tingling texture under the light. If you look closely, you can almost see the pores and hairs on it. The overly clear details make Wen Jianyan feel a chill. , hurriedly threw the clothes away.

Wait a moment.

Wen Jianyan was stunned.

He flipped one by one along the shelves.

The more he turned, the more ugly his face became.

-Every piece, every piece.

All the clothes are actually made of human skin!

Wen Jianyan raised her head and looked around slowly.

In the entire store, at a cursory glance, there are at least hundreds of clothes.

That is, hundreds of human leather products.

This feeling sent a chill down his spine, and he couldn't help shivering.

If... this time it was not just three pieces of clothing that attacked, but all the leather jackets in the entire store, even if he had great ability, as long as he stepped into the store, he would definitely die.

"..."

Wen Jianyan frowned and fell into his own thoughts.

But it would be really strange to say that.

If the three human leather jackets that were activated before were manipulated by the Black team, then they should have the means to make the danger in the shop emerge. In this case, they should have no reason to let the remaining human leather jackets go. Instead, only three more or less are activated.

The same goes for the red team members...

Although some of the anchors' brand names were taken away and transformed into inhuman existences, there were still some of the anchors who simply passed out.

No matter how you look at it, this trap is incomplete, or even loose.

This made it hard for Wen Jianyan to imagine that such a trap was actually set up by gentleman No. 010 and Anis, who took office as No. 008.

This is really...

Too unprofessional.

In addition, Yun Bilan has disappeared until now.

Although her signal is in this room, so far, Wen Jianyan has not found her trace here.

He frowned, and there was a rare trace of irritability in his eyes.

Mysteries appeared one after another, becoming a fog that blocked his face and prevented him from seeing the full picture of the incident.

Just as Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes and pondered, suddenly, a muffled groan came from behind.

"……Well."

The voice was very weak, but it was particularly clear in the dead silence of the shop.

Wen Jianyan was startled and turned to look.

At the corner of the wall, Zhong Shan and the others woke up leisurely.

Unlike Lockett and the others, their faces did not turn into smiling masks, and their brand names were not taken away, so they were just ordinary coma, and they could naturally wake up.

Wen Jianyan seemed to have thought of something, and her eyes lit up slightly.

It looks like...

Someone who can help him answer these questions has appeared.

Wen Jianyan strode forward.

He grabbed Zhong Shan's collar with one hand, grabbed the opponent abruptly, opened his bows left and right, and slapped the opponent's blank face with two loud slaps mercilessly:

"Hey, wake me up!"

"Oh, oh..." Zhong Shan snorted in pain.

Under the influence of pain, his eyes quickly became clear.

What appeared in front of him was a familiar, beautiful face.

He was very close, his eyes shone brightly in the darkness, as sharp as unsheathed knives, and his icy gaze penetrated straight through him:

"Where's Yun Bilan?"

he asked in a calm voice.

"??!!" The moment he saw Wen Jianyan, Zhong Shan seemed to have seen a ghost, his pupils shrank in horror, and he couldn't help screaming: "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"

"..."

No one knows better than Wen Jianyan what the expression of a person who has a guilty conscience and hides something will look like.

The young man smiled slightly, but there was no superfluous smile in his eyes. He clearly had a gentle and handsome face, but at this moment he looked particularly scary.

He sighed softly, leaned down, tightened his slender fingers slightly, and pulled Zhong Shan away from the wall:

"what……"

Wen Jianyan raised her hand and gently touched the other's hot cheek that was gradually swollen with handprints, as if it was not her own handwriting, and asked in a gentle voice, almost lovingly:

"So you haven't woken up yet?"

"Can I help you again?"

"!!!"

His smile was still that harmless, but Zhong Shan seemed to have been doused with ice water, and instantly became awake. He widened his eyes and shook his head desperately, stammeringly denying:

"No no no!"

"I'm awake I'm awake!!!"