You’re about to make history!

Wen Jianyan felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Su Cheng asked nervously.

Wen Jianyan calmed down, and tried to answer in a calm voice: "…Nothing."

In any case, he still had to enter.

He took a deep breath and pressed the door handle down with force, only to hear a crisp "click"; the door lock was opened and slid inward along the force.

It was pitch dark inside the room.

Thick shadows flowed irregularly, shrouding everything in unknown darkness.

The lights in the corridor poured in along the cracks of the gradually opening door, barely dispelling the darkness and illuminating the corners of the room.

In a place very close to the door, a dark shadow was standing fixedly.

Wen Jianyan was shocked.

He jerked back a few steps, away from the doorway.

Su Cheng let out a shivering scream from his throat, and then he also stepped back violently. He stumbled backward, almost tripping himself.

The door panel which had lost control made a "creaky" sound and slowly opened inward.

With the lights in the corridor, more figures could be seen standing in the room.

Tall and short, far and near, motionless, silently standing in the dark as if they had long since merged with the darkness, looking at it suddenly could make one's scalp tingle.

Su Cheng heard the clattering of his teeth, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, his body tensed, and he was ready to escape immediately.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the person beside him who suddenly started moving.

Su Cheng's heart raised to his throat:

"Don't—"

The young man didn't look back as if he didn't hear it, but instead took a step and walked straight forward.

His footsteps were very light, and one couldn't hear the slightest sound when he stepped on the ground. His slender body was taut and slightly bowed, like some kind of feline ready to attack.

He walked forward cautiously, getting closer to the room step by step.

Not far away, in the blurred boundary between light and shadow, those figures stood silently in the depths of the room. Their silhouettes overlapped in the darkness, and their faces looked as if peering out, watching them silently, waiting patiently for the prey to fall into the trap.

Su Cheng's brain seemed to be about to explode. He subconsciously held his breath, watching the scene in front of him with trepidation.

Soon, Wen Jianyan walked to the door.

He didn't step into the room hastily but pressed the side of his arm against the wall to ensure that most of his body remained outside the room, and then reached out a hand into the darkness and groped on the wall inside the room——

Su Cheng heard himself take a deep breath.

"Snap".

——A soft noise sounded.

The lights came on, dispelling the thick darkness, and instantly illuminating the entire room.

In the light, everything was clearly visible.

There were no desks and chairs in the huge classroom, several easels were placed disorderly, and plaster statues of different postures were standing in different corners of the classroom, quiet and motionless.

"..."

Su Cheng was stunned.

So… those shadows were actually plaster statues?

The terrifying shadows approaching on the first three floors and the excessive emptiness of the fourth floor. Under these circumstances, he did not think in a harmless direction at all.

The sudden shock of facts made him a little dazed as if he could not let out a breath struck in his chest.

Wen Jianyan let out a slow breath.

His palms were wet and sticky.

Just now, at the moment when his body turned around and was about to flee, his brain was habitually thinking rationally and soberly.

If this room were to open the door to death, then the so-called "hidden item unlocking task" would not be possible to complete. In addition, it could be seen from some details in Xu Yuan's diary that she was an art student studying fine arts.

Wen Jianyan had a vague guess about the shadows in the room, so he made a decisive move.

Su Cheng calmed down.

He stepped forward, raised his hand, and patted Wen Jianyan, half in amazement and half in emotion:

"…Awesome!"

In such a strange atmosphere just now, he could still observe calmly and make accurate judgments, as expected of a trained professional.

Wen Jianyan almost stumbled by the pat, and his expression almost couldn't be maintained.

"..."

Although he guessed that there should be no major danger in the room, this didn't mean he wasn't afraid!

His legs were still a little weak.

Fortunately, he was leaning against the wall, so he didn't reveal his true situation.

Wen Jianyan frowned and said inscrutable, "Go in and have a look."

Su Cheng nodded.

Because the lights were turned on, every corner of the room was visible, and the previous fears finally vanished.

He took the lead and walked inward.

Su Cheng, who was walking forward, didn't see that behind him, the young man who had a serious face just now was holding the wall. He turned his weight on his left and right feet, secretly moved his numb legs, and then stepped forward to follow.

"Brother XiaoWen, what is the number of the locker you're looking for?"

Su Cheng stood in front of the rows of lockers at the end of the room and raised his voice to ask.

"368."

Wen Jianyan replied.

Su Cheng quickly glanced around the lockers in front of him, and his eyes lit up. He pointed to the corner of the room: "Here!"

At this moment, Wen Jianyan had completely returned to his previous expressionless and cold appearance.

He walked forward in the direction of Su Cheng's fingers, stood in front of the cabinet, and took out the key from his pocket.

The rusty key slid into the keyhole, only a soft click was heard, and the locker door popped open.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath slowly and opened the locker door.

A strange bloody smell rushed towards his face, causing him to turn his face slightly and subconsciously hold his breath.

Wen Jianyan adapted to the smell and stared into the cabinet.

The surface of the inside of the cabinet was painted with rough black and red lines, which looked gloomy and eerie under the illumination of the light behind them.

In the cabinet, an animal skeleton was arranged into a circle, like some kind of weird altar, and in the center of the circle lay a pile of soft treaded fur. The brown-yellow fur was covered with brown blood scabs, and the bloody smell escaped from there.

It was peeled cat skin.

Wen Jianyan's scalp felt numb.

[Oh God, is this Xu Yuan's cabinet?! The things in it are too evil.]

[Impossible, it's probably the cabinet of the person who occupies Xu Yuan's identity. Look at the cat skin, it should be peeled off by that person.]

[Wait, I remember that Xu Yuan did say in that diary that she heard the dripping sound coming from the side of the bed? Could it be that the person who pretended to be her, was carrying a skinned cat in her hand, and all she heard was the sound of blood dripping down?]

[…I'm getting goosebumps.]

[Speaking of which, I just spent my points to exchange for a plot tip. This storyline occurred at the earliest time in the whole school, and it is related to the S-level hidden item. It can probably involve the core of the entire instance.]

[F*ck! Then won't he be the first person to unlock 100% of this instance!]

[Aaaahhh, the anchor is awesome!]

At this moment, Wen Jianyan's eyes were drawn to a corner deep in the cabinet.

It was a crumpled little black-skinned book, very thin, and the edges of the pages were curled up, revealing the tan-stained interior.

Wen Jianyan reached in, took out the book, and started flipping through it quickly.

Su Cheng stood aside, covering his nose with one hand to block the odor.

Intense curiosity drove him to step forward and probe into the cabinet.

However, before he could see anything, something seemed to move slightly in the background.

"?!"

Su Cheng jumped up like a frightened bird and turned his head to look behind him.

The room was very quiet.

Bright lights streamed overhead, illuminating the dried paint on the ground, the easels covered in white cloth, and the motionless plaster statues.

There was no shadow, no place to hide, and everything was revealed.

All he could hear was the sound of the page-turning from Wen Jianyan's side.

However, inexplicably, Su Cheng felt his nerves gradually tense up, and cold sweat oozed from his palms. His sense of crisis was no worse than when he was in the corridor just now.

No, even stronger.

He forced himself to scan the empty classroom in front of him with his eyes.

Wait…

Those plaster statues, was this the pose just now?

Those plaster statues were facing different directions. He didn't know when it started…

Now those identical faces were facing this way.

The ice-cold light fell from the top of the head and fell on the outline of the facial features of the plaster statue, casting a deep shadow on it. The pale faces and the eye sockets without pupils silently looked in this direction.

Although they remained motionless, Su Cheng no longer dared to treat them as harmless decorations.

He swallowed hard and opened his mouth: "Hey, I…"

Su Cheng was taken aback by his hoarse, and trembling voice.

Wen Jianyan lowered his head and carefully read the small notebook in his hand.

The more he looked, the tighter his brows became. He turned pages with one hand, while the other hand carefully moved the animal skeletons in the cabinet, so focused that he didn't hear Su Cheng's call at all.

Su Cheng said in a somewhat out-of-tune voice, "Should we leave?"

Wen Jianyan paused and pulled away from the state of concentration.

At this moment, a clear sound suddenly sounded behind his ear — Drip.

He was slightly startled and subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction from which the sound came.

He saw a large amount of blood oozing out from under the cat's skin at some point, and the red and stinky blood slowly diffused out of the bone area and dripped down the edge of the cabinet——

"Drip Drip".

It appeared that the altar was successfully destroyed.

Although everything was going smoothly according to his ideas, Wen Jianyan couldn't help feeling a little shudder when he saw the blood dripping on the ground.

Whether what he did was right or wrong could only be judged later.

At this moment, Su Cheng's changed voice came again: "That——"

Wen Jianyan turned to look.

In the next second, he almost forgot to breathe, and there was a tingling sensation in his back.

Looking around, a plaster statue stood motionlessly in the room, blocking the route leading to the outside, and a series of pale faces looked straight in their direction. The door was clearly close at hand, but it seemed so far away at the moment.

Were there so many plaster statues just now?

"Crack…"

A slight cracking sound sounded.

The face of the plaster statue cracked with fine lines as if something is trying to break free from underneath.

"Crack…Crack…"

The snow-white plaster fragments fell slowly, the arm of the plaster statue lifted little by little, the cracks at the joints became bigger and bigger, and it stretched out its hand in the direction of the two people——

Su Cheng's face turned pale. He raised his legs, prepared to bury his head and rush out.

Suddenly a strong force came from behind him, dragging his whole body back: "Wait!"

Su Cheng was stunned and subconsciously looked toward the place where he was just about to step — the ground turned into a soft greyish-white at some point in time, and something was stirring faintly underneath it.

Like melted plaster.

Seeing Su Cheng retreating, a look of disappointment appeared on the face of the plaster statue for some reason.

Su Cheng felt cold all over.

He now knew what was sealed in the plaster statue.

Once he stepped on it, he would definitely be dragged in and become a member of this group of plaster statues.

The movement of the plaster statue was getting bigger and bigger, and the finely divided gypsum powder fell. As soon as it fell to the ground, it immediately dyed the small area into a soft and eerie grey-white.

The ground deformed and wriggled, and more plaster statues crawled out from under the ground.

More and more, more and more.

There was a sigh in the barrage. The previous enthusiastic atmosphere suddenly changed, and only the call of pity was left.

[Tsk tsk tsk, it's over.]

[These things are going to destroy everything.]

[Alas, it's a pity. Although there have been players who came to this classroom before, he was the first to get the s-level item quest for this instance.]

[But, I don't know when the next anchor who will find the clues will appear, and what year and month it will be.]

[Come on, don't be sorry. If the anchor hadn't spent too much time checking the cabinet just now, there wouldn't be such a big group of plaster statues that there is almost nowhere to go. Then how could they will be able to wipe out everything?]

[Yes, this anchor has passed the first few levels by luck, did he really think that he is some kind of awesome character? Not good enough to accomplish anything, but more than enough to spoil everything. I have seen it long ago, this kind of anchor who always wants to stray from the usual way, they don't live long.]

Wen Jianyan didn't know anything about the change in the barrage's attitude.

He stared at the grey swamp that was about to spread on the ground with a thoughtful look on his face.

Without warning, he moved, but not in the direction of the front door that was about to be blocked.

The young man stretched his long legs, turned sharply, and rushed toward the back door of the classroom——

One of the plaster statues noticed his movements and raised its arm with more agility than before. More lines were cracked on its joints, and its pale fingers rushed towards Wen Jianyan's back!

Before it could touch Wen Jianyan—

"Snapped!"

The lights in the room suddenly went out.

The light source disappeared, and there was only thick darkness left.

Su Cheng stood helplessly in the darkness, hearing nothing, seeing nothing, nothing to defend himself, and no way to escape. He could only gasp in despair and helplessness, quietly waiting for death to come.

Time passed minute by minute.

The darkness was viscous like a fluid, like a black cloth covering his eyes, and he could only hear his chaotic heartbeat. Other than that, there was a dead silence.

Su Cheng sensed something was wrong.

The "cracking" sound that the group of plaster statues made when they were moving also disappeared as if they lost power at the moment when the light was lost.

Thinking of this, Su Cheng dared to raise his voice a little:

"Brother, Brother XiaoWen? Are you there?"

A muffled "um" came from the other end of the classroom.

"The plaster statue activity relies on a light source?"

Su Cheng guessed.

"…It looks like it should be." Wen Jianyan leaned against the back door and let out a slow breath.

The barrage that was prophesying Wen Jianyan's death just now quieted down.

After a few seconds, several puzzling barrages slowly floated past:

[…I don't understand, how did the anchor find out?]

[Do you need to turn on the lights when entering the door? There are too few clues, right?]

[Did he use any props just now? I don't believe that a human can deduce this through normal means!]

Wen Jianyan opened his live broadcast interface.

But this time he didn't directly look at the barrage but opened his backpack.

At the critical moment of life and death, a voice sounded in Wen Jianyan's ear:

[The novice gift package function has taken effect.]

At the moment when the voice fell, his vision suddenly lit up for a moment.

In the next second, a line of translucent small characters appeared on the top of the nearest plaster statue in front of him:

[Plaster statue made of corpses and resentment, activation method: light]

On the translucent virtual screen, the apple seedling sprouted at some point and became very big.

At the moment it appeared, a pure white apple blossom fell from the top and disappeared completely before falling to the ground.

[Growth Phase 1 Unlocked ]

[Flower of Delusion -1, Remaining Quantity: 0]

Sorry, Live broadcast room for blaming you.

Your starter pack is still of some use. I swear I'll never call it junk again.

Wen Jianyan thought very sincerely.

However… Although the plaster statue was temporarily unable to move, it did not mean that the crisis was over.

He had tried it just now, the back door could not be opened from the inside. The only way out was the front door.

Avoiding plaster statues and swamps on the ground was already extremely difficult in the light, and it was simply impossible to do it in the dark.

Obviously, Su Cheng also thought of this.

He raised his voice tremblingly: "That… Brother XiaoWen, what do we do next?"

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Well, this is a good question. I would like to know the answer to this question myself.

At this moment, he suddenly felt something wet rubbed against his ankle; cold and sticky, making Wen Jianyan instantly get goosebumps.

He shivered and straightened up.

"…Meow."

A faint cat's meow came from under his feet.

Wen Jianyan was stunned.

"…Xiao Ju?" he called tentatively.

The wet, bloody, furless little thing rubbed even more enthusiastically:

"Meow!"

It bit the hem of Wen Jianyan's trousers and dragged him in a certain direction.

Wen Jianyan instantly prayed in his heart.

In front of him was so much darkness that he could not even see his five fingers, as if struggling to stick his head out in the suffocating swamp.

He moved his steps cautiously, following the tiny force at his feet, step by step, moving forward cautiously.

The tip of the toe hit something hard and made a soft 'thud'.

Not like plaster, but like some kind of wooden shelf.

"Meow."

The little thing at his feet urged.

Wen Jianyan paused, slowly raised his hand, and stretched out into the dark depths in front of him.

The fingertips touched the rough, soft fabric.

Seems to be… an easel?

Wen Jianyan had some hunch in his heart.

He tugged at the corner of the canvas.

In the next second, a ferocious and piercing scream rang out behind him. The intense resentment and evil caused the temperature of the air to drop sharply, like invisible thorns stabbing at the back ——

Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth and exerted force with his hands. The white cloth covering the easel was suddenly lifted!

The sharp scream, as if scratching on the glass with a fingernail, soared again, accompanied by the sound of hard objects exploding and rocks falling to the ground!

After a long time, two 'zzz' sounds sounded, and the lights above his head flashed twice before slowly recovering.

This time, it was no longer bright and dazzling like at the beginning. But like the three floors downstairs, it was dim and pale, flickering due to the unstable current.

The room was empty, all the plaster statues had been blasted into pieces all over the floor, and white dust with a bloody smell was floating in the air.

Wen Jianyan lowered his head and looked at the canvas in front of him.

On the canvas was a young girl, beautiful, fair-skinned, with shoulder-length black hair and clear eyes, who was smiling shyly with her lips.

He reached out and touched the canvas.

Soft, delicate, and an uncomfortably strange touch.

Like human skin.

[Ding! Congratulations to the anchor for finding Xu Yuan's face! Bonus Points: 5000!]

[Hidden item (legend) task update: Return Xu Yuan's face to its original owner.]

[Main task: Leave the dormitory after lights go out and explore the campus.

Degree of Completion: 100%

Reward Points: 5000]

[Instance Exploration Degree: 71%

Reward Points: 5000]

The next second after this number appeared, a burst of elegant and melodious music rang in Wen Jianyan's ears, abruptly pulling him out of his own thoughts.

He raised his head blankly: "?"

What was going on?

Why did the piano music suddenly start playing?

[Congratulations to the anchor of 789326qwk! You will be able to break the exploration record of the instance "Decai Middle School" in no time!]

The mechanical voice changed its normal state and announced cheerfully:

[You are about to make history!]

At this moment, outside the square, in the hall of"Decay Middle School", one of the live broadcast rooms suddenly emerged, jumping directly from its place to the end of the specially recommended single-player list.

This position may seem inconspicuous, but it surprised the audience who had been following this list for a while.

This special list never recommended instances. Only the most outstanding performers in the instance and even the most likely anchors to break the instance's internal records would be selected. They would be removed from the instance hall and placed on the entire live broadcast square.

The audience became interested and stepped forward to watch, but they were dumbfounded when they saw the name of the live broadcast room.

…789326qwk?

What kind of shit name was this?

Or…

The gathered audience thought of a possibility at the same time, and they were all dumbfounded.

Wait, was this the anchor who was selected by the system and was likely to break the record? Was he a newcomer who didn't have time to change the name of the live broadcast room?!

They all stared at the screen in confusion.

[Live broadcast room No. 789326qwk]

[Live broadcasting…]

[instance: Decai Middle School]

Under a few lines of small characters, there was a young face attached.

"?? I haven't seen this face before. It's definitely a newcomer?"

"It should be, but he looks pretty good. Is he a face value anchor?"

"A face value anchor can still be on the special recommendation list, can't he?"

"A newcomer who uses his face to please the audience to clear customs? Well, it's boring."

While everyone was talking about it, the picture on the screen moved.

The young man's facial features were neat and handsome, his long amber eyes are slightly curved, squinting like a cat, and the corners of his lips were raised in a half-smile.

He winked at the crowd, and threw a kiss frivolously, with a kind of seductive playfulness and provocation.

After the newcomers were placed on the list, the system would take clips from the live broadcast room and put them in the recommended position to attract more viewers.

The clip of this anchor was not decrypted, nor broken.

It was actually…a flying kiss?!

The audience around the screen was silent for a moment.

After a few seconds, the discussion rang again.

"I, I heard my heart beating."

"Thank you live broadcast room. I think I can do it."

"Sorry, I slapped my face. What about the face value anchor? I'm rushing!"

"Rush!"