Congratulations to the anchor for triggering the scenario: Chase Battle

"Bang!"

Wen Jianyan fell on the ground while facing upward in an extremely unsightly manner.

His tailbone slammed on the hard ground, and a dull pain came from it, which made his expression slightly distorted. He cursed a few times between his teeth.

But now was not the time to feel unfortunate.

Wen Jianyan swallowed his complaint, gritted his teeth, and raised his head to quickly look around his surroundings.

The bright incandescent lights overhead, the dirty washbasin on the edge of the front, and the rows of dark blue cubicles behind him; both in terms of color and structure, look much newer than the scene before.

Obviously, this was a toilet.

Ladies toilet.

"….."

Even people who didn't watch movies often knew that the scene in front of him was definitely a favorite place for all kinds of horror movies.

Suddenly being thrown into such a place all alone; Wen Jianyan was not a daring person to begin with, and at this moment he couldn't help but feel even more frightened.

Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm.

He muttered over and over again in his mind.

Wen Jianyan walked to the door, stretched out his hand, and pushed it hard.

It didn't move.

The door handle was shaken and made a rattling sound, but the door panel seemed to be sealed by cement, and it didn't move under Wen Jianyan's shaking.

...….

Don't panic, don't panic!

This is just a D-level instance, a D-level instance! It won't be so quick to throw people to a dead end.

Wen Jianyan closed his eyes forcefully, trying to calm himself down.

He took out his ID card from his pocket.

[ID Card]

Name: Cheng Wei (Changed: Xiao Wen/Xiao Zhao)

Age: 16 (Changed: ???)

Occupation: First-year high school student of Decai Middle School (Changed: First-year trainee teacher of Decai Middle School / Dean Shen's distant nephew)

Related Plot: Not yet unlocked (Changed: ??? )

Wen Jianyan found that the lines of text related to the identity of "Xiao Wen" were much darker than before, while the texts on the side of "Xiao Zhao" were light grey as if they would disappear in the next second.

He had a thoughtful look on his face.

It seemed that as the number of people who believe in an identity increases, it would gradually solidify, just like being recognized step by step.

So, as long as his identity was not exposed, perhaps he could create a plot that had never been seen in this instance?

——It was almost like tampering with the script.

He decided to compose himself and retracted his wandering thoughts. This was not something a person whose life was in jeopardy should worry about.

Wen Jianyan turned the ID card to the back.

He saw that the number on the back of the card was frozen at 21:05.

Looking at the stagnant countdown, he couldn't help but be startled slightly.

This meant that no survival time would be consumed inside the "hidden mission".

It was good not to waste time.

But… It also symbolizes a dangerous tendency.

Outside, the survival time was a limit, but also a kind of protection to some extent.

According to the information disclosed by the senior anchor earlier, in this simple instance, as long as there was no rule violation or death, the time would not be deducted, and the anchor would always be given psychological protection.

In this "hidden task", this rule obviously didn't apply. In other words, he wouldn't be able to predict what was going to happen in the future.

Wen Jianyan shuddered, and an ominous premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

At this moment, a mechanical sound came from Wen Jianyan's ear:

[Ding, it has been detected that the anchor's live broadcast has reached two hours. Do you want to start the point settlement?]

This voice brought Wen Jianyan back from the trance state.

"Start," he replied.

[In the E-level live broadcast room 789326qwk, the average number of viewers per hour is 2000, so 200 points can be redeemed.

It is detected that the anchor is a novice, the points you're going to get for this live broadcast are doubled; 400 points have been settled into your account for you.

You are still 4600 points away from the upgrade of your live broadcast room, please make persistent efforts to create greater glory!]

[In your live broadcast, a total of 63 people gave you rewards i.e. a total of 500 reward points. It is detected that the anchor is a novice. The live broadcast system will not cut any points this time, and 500 points have been settled into your account for you.]

[The remaining points in your account: 900]

[The next point settlement: 24:00]

"Wait…" Wen Jianyan suddenly realized something: "Take a cut? Your system will take a cut?"

The mechanical voice replied politely:

[Yes. After the end of the novice anchor period, the system's cut on the rewards will gradually increase.]

"….."

The corners of Wen Jianyan's eyes twitched, and he said dryly, "You guys can really make money."

He suddenly had an ominous premonition and continued to ask: "Then what about the points accumulated according to the number of viewers? Will you take a cut from that too?"

"No."

However, before Wen Jianyan could breathe a sigh of relief, the mechanical voice continued:

[However, as your anchor rating improves, the exchange rate of points will also change flexibly. All our rules will be based on the viewing experience of the audience, so please rest assured.]

——It means that now it was one to ten, and in the future, it might not be the same, right?

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Rest assured, my ass!

The viewing experience of those audiences will cost him his life!

D@mn capitalist!

Before he could continue his questioning, there was the sound of gradually approaching footsteps outside the door of the washroom, followed by the low laughter of the two girls through the door.

"!"

Wen Jianyan was startled and reflexively retreated into one of the cubicles.

The next second he hid in, he heard a "squeak", and the door of the washroom, which was shaken by an adult man just now, was easily pushed open.

"Thud thud."

With the sound of brisk footsteps, the conversation between two strange girls came from outside the door.

"…Speaking of which, have you heard of that?"

The girl's lowered voice contained a kind of creepy excitement.

"What?"

"That's right, that legend!"

Wen Jianyan stood in the toilet cubicle, listening to the conversation outside, his expression became a little complicated.

As an adult man, secretly hiding in the school's girls' washroom and eavesdropping on their conversation…

It was actually a bit perverted.

The conversation between the two girls outside continued.

"Ah! Did you say…"

"Yes!"

Unconsciously, the girl's footsteps stopped in front of the door of the toilet cubicle where Wen Jianyan was, and the shadow under the door swayed slightly; her clear and transparent voice passed through the door:

"There is a mirror in dormitory room 408, as long as you can find it, it can fulfill one of your wishes."

Another girl's voice was a little hesitant: "Do we really have room 408 on the fourth floor?"

"It is said that there was, but 408 was later sealed with cement."

The girl said mysteriously: "You need to look for it at midnight to find it, and after you open the door…"

"Ah, stop talking!"

The other girl raised her voice in panic and interrupted the other party's narration: "If Teacher Yang hears it, you will be punished with confinement!"

"That old witch?"

The girl's voice became gloomy: "She not only slapped me a few days ago but also punished me by not letting me eat dinner. This kind of ugly, cheap, and disgusting woman; dying early is the only way she can contribute to the world."

"You, keep your voice down…"

"I won't." She giggled twice: "Anyway, that old witch better pray that I'll not find that mirror, or I won't let her go."

The tap was turned on and off, and the two girls were talking and laughing while washing their hands. After a while, the sound of footsteps gradually drifted away.

As the footsteps left, all the sounds in the toilet seemed to be sucked up by a sponge, leaving only a heart-pounding silence.

Wen Jianyan slowly exhaled a turbid breath and looked down at the gap below the cubical's door.

The shadow that was still shaking just now disappeared.

…Are they gone?

He raised his fingertips and was about to open the door to walk out.

"Drip."

The sound of water dripping came from outside the door, and Wen Jianyan's movements involuntarily paused slightly.

"Drip, drip."

The sound of water dripping came from outside the door.

"Drip."

A drop of scarlet viscous liquid fell from the ceiling and dripped onto the back of the young man's white hand.

Wen Jianyan froze in place, a shudder slowly climbed up his spine, and an unspeakable sense of terror made his whole body tremble.

Immediately afterward, he felt a little itchy on the back of his neck.

It was almost like… the long hair hanging from the ceiling, swaying, gently brushing against his sweaty skin.

At this moment, a girl's laughter sounded from above Wen Jianyan's head:

"Hee hee, eavesdropping, caught you~"

Before the sound of the words could reach the ground, Wen Jianyan suddenly raised his foot and fiercely kicked the door in front of him.

Half of the door hinges fell off, and the entire door fell to the ground with a "bang", bringing up a puff of dust.

In the next second, as if his ass was on fire, the young man's figure "swished" out and rushed toward the toilet door without looking back.

"….."

Apparently, there was no reaction for a moment, the hair hanging from the ceiling stopped for a while, and then as if provoked, it rushed towards the direction where the young man just disappeared―

The audience in the live broadcast room also didn't react.

[?]

[???]

[I'm still waiting for him to look up!! Why did he just run away!]

[I'm so pissed! Look up! What are we watching if you don't look up!]

[F*ck, this anchor is faster than a rabbit. I think he ran with afterimages.]

[Hahahahahahahaha, the anchor's desire to survive almost overflowed the screen.]

Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!

There's something behind me!!!!

Wen Jianyan screamed crazily in his mind and hurriedly rushed out of the toilet.

Nonsense! What are you waiting for?! Wait for the party to politely ask "Excuse me, can I kill you?"

Thirty-six stratagems are the best![1]

Whatever it is, run away first!

After rushing out of the toilet, there was an extremely familiar corridor in front of him. It was pitch-black, extending into the distance with almost no end in sight.

Obviously, he was now back in the dormitory building.

It was just that the site in front of him was much newer than before. Most of the stains on the walls and floor had disappeared, which meant he shouldn't be in the same timeline as before.

At this moment, a rustling sound came from behind, as if something was rubbing against the walls and floor.

As Wen Jianyan was running forward, he took time to turn his head to take a look.

The sight made his whole scalp go numb.

The jet-black hair was like a wriggling snake, clinging and extending outside from the toilet's door. In the depths of the black tides, deathly pale limbs were faintly visible; one after another, they rushed toward him.

The soft, intermittent humming came from the hair.

At that moment, extremely unexpectedly, a mechanical voice sounded in his ear:

[Congratulations to the anchor for triggering the scenario: Chase Battle

Scenario countdown: 10:00]

Immediately afterward, Wen Jianyan saw two blood bars appear above his line of sight.

One was health and the other was sanity.

[If the health value becomes zero, the anchor will die and the live broadcast will end.

If the sanity value becomes zero, the host will become a part of the instance and the live broadcast will end.]

[In order to bring a better viewing experience to the audience, please ensure that the live broadcast is smooth and does not disconnect!]

"….."

D@mn, you are trying to squeeze the last drop of blood from the working people.

Wen Jianyan's expression was slightly distorted, and he ran forward with all his might.

The long hair on the back followed him like a shadow.

In all fairness, Wen Jianyan's physique wasn't bad, and his physical condition was even pretty good.

After all, having a well-proportioned body was a basic professional requirement. As a professional scammer with a life pursuit, Wen Jianyan could be considered to be thin in clothes and fleshy when undressed. In short, running wildly in the corridor for ten minutes without being caught was not a problem.

But Wen Jianyan had a feeling that this chase battle was not that simple.

"Hee hee."

The girl's childlike laughter sounded from all directions, and for a moment he couldn't tell where it was coming from:

"Unruly child, you will be punished."

"Drip, drip—"

In the dim light, the blood-red viscous liquid dripped down slowly, and the sound of droplets hitting the floor echoed in the empty corridor.

Wen Jianyan saw sharply that the small piece of ground where the blood dripped began to change slowly.

The cold and hard floor became dark and soft as if living creatures were squirming beneath the ground.

"!"

Wen Jianyan suddenly jumped to the side, thrillingly avoiding the strands of hair that came at him from beneath the ground.

"Drip."

A drop of blood fell, hitting his shoulder.

Wen Jianyan instantly felt a chill on the right half of his body. A creepy feeling climbed up, and in a moment of fright, he seemed to vaguely see a small pale face pressed against his right shoulder. A pair of pitch-black eyes with no whites were looking at him with a smile.

"F*ck!"

His scalp went numb and he stopped subconsciously.

However, before Wen Jianyan could look clearly, the pale face disappeared in the next second, leaving only a small hole that had been corroded on the clothes on his right shoulder.

Wen Jianyan looked back and found that the blood bar marked with sanity value on the top of his head had been chewed down.

"….."

Oh God! that's what Sanity meant.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the long black hair on the corridor behind him had already chased over, spreading over the ground little by little, as if little hands were stretching out trying to catch him.

"Hee hee."

The pale limbs turned around the corner.

"Little little red comb, brushing your hair before the mirror, with one brush, may you be blessed with intelligence and beauty, with the second, may happiness never be far from you…

Cackling and intermittent nursery rhymes came from the hair, and the childlike voice echoed in the empty corridor.

The hallway lights flickered, dimly illuminating the grotesque limbs twisting and crawling through the hair.

Wen Jianyan's hair stood on the end, he turned his head and ran wildly.

This time, instead of rushing forward, he was a little more cautious and careful, nimbly avoiding the blood dripping from the top of his head and the long hair curling toward him from under the ground.

The further he went, the faster the blood dripped and the more difficult it became to dodge.

Finally, under Wen Jianyan's wild run, the stairway was finally in sight.

A blood-red number was printed on the wall: 2

The stairs went up on one side and down on the other, and the two ends were submerged into the darkness as if it were some kind of ominous omen.

Wen Jianyan rushed upstairs without thinking.

However, before he could run a few steps, he suddenly stopped and stood abruptly in place.

The young man stood at the entrance of the stairs and turned his head to look at the jet-black hair chasing after him in the distance. Under the dim light, his face showed a rare look of hesitation.

The barrage in the live broadcast room 789326qwk was buzzing with activity.

[Come on, buy it or leave it, is the anchor going to go upstairs or go downstairs?]

[Definitely upstairs. He can't get out of the dormitory building, and there is much space downstairs, so he won't be able to escape at all. There are still six minutes left in the chase battle, if he goes downstairs now, he will definitely be finished.]

[Come on, you know the anchor can't get out of the dormitory building, but the anchor doesn't know. I bet he will go downstairs!]

[I also bet that the anchor will go downstairs! Have you forgotten? The old lady in the cafeteria gave the anchor a warning 'stay away from the fourth floor'. If I were him, I never go upstairs!]

[The warning was actually correct. But in this hidden mission, the way to save his life is on the fourth floor, tsk tsk, it's a pity.]

[Upstairs, Don't behave like a prophet, okay? The two NPCs in the toilet gave hints before, and the fourth floor had been mentioned several times. Based on the anchor's previous actions, I don't believe he would miss such obvious clearance tips!]

[The above user's remarks involve spoilers and are only open to the audience.]

The strands of hair were getting closer.

The expression on Wen Jianyan's face also became shakier, as if he was wandering between the two options.

Finally, he seemed to have finally made up his mind.

The young man took back his steps, then turned around, and rushed downstairs without looking back.

In the live broadcast room, some people were happy and some were sad.

[Hahahahaha I won. I already said that he'll definitely run downstairs! An average person who encountered this kind of thing will definitely want to run away directly!]

[Aaahhhhh I'm furious, this anchor was so clever just now, why was he being stupid at the critical moment?]

[Ah, this is really boring… I thought this anchor could last a little longer, but I didn't expect it to be over so soon.]

[Dead silent. Can the money I just rewarded come back? @Live broadcast room management assistant.]

Seeing Wen Jianyan going downstairs and going straight toward the exit, the barrage became even more impatient.

[What's the use of rushing to the exit now, just go around in the hall! Six minutes is a bit of a limit, but it's not impossible!]

[Upstairs, Why are you in a hurry? It's just watching a live broadcast, why are you feeling emotional as if it's real? Anyway, if the worst comes to worst, we'll watch someone else's live broadcast.]

[And to be honest, I've always wanted to see this anchor roll over.]

[Yes, yes, isn't it cool to watch a novice live broadcast? I really want to see a high-IQ big shot pass the instance, so I'll just stay here. I don't think any senior anchor's live broadcast is that interesting right now.]

Although he said that, the number of people who had been at the peak in the live broadcast room began to decline, from more than 2,000 to 1,000.

Wen Jianyan quickened his pace and headed straight towards the exit ―

Then he turned to the side and rushed over to the duty room.

He didn't prepare any tools to pick the lock this time, but raised his long legs and kicked it violently.

[???]

[??What does he want to do?]

[Huh? Is he addicted to running in the duty room? This time is different from the last time, why did he go to the duty room again?]

[Tsk tsk tsk. These low-level anchors are all like this. All of them like to dig into their comfort zone. It's really stupid and isn't interesting at all.]

Wen Jianyan rushed in, went straight to the cabinet, and pulled it open with amazing agility. He opened the hidden compartment and grabbed something from it.

Then he turned around.

At this moment, the tidal wave of hair had already rushed to the front of the duty room. The jet-black hair climbed up the wall, crossed the threshold and the window, and probed towards the prey who had been watching it for a long time―

The lights in the hall, under the influence of some strange force, start flickering.

The pale limbs twisted and deformed, crawling in the pile of hair.

Wen Jianyan slowly took a deep breath, his forehead and neck were covered in a cold sweat, his fingers twitched slightly under extreme pressure, and his palms were wet and cold.

He steadied his trembling and began to hum:

"Little little red comb, brushing your hair before the mirror, with one brush, may you be blessed with intelligence and beauty, with the second, may happiness never be far from you, and with the third, may you be pleasing and satisfactory."

Just now, the barrage that was still sneering and constantly screaming suddenly became shocked:

[Wait, this tune?]

[These lyrics?!]

[Is the person in front has amnesia? Isn't that what this boss hummed just now?]

[No no no, this boss never sang the last sentence!]

[!!I know! Crap! The tune that the old witch hummed has always been incomplete, and what this boss sings is also incomplete, but just now he put both the songs together!]

Wen Jianyan slowly raised his hand and opened his palm.

In the center of his fair and slender palm lay a comb.

Like the whole building, the time on this comb also seems to have been reversed. Although its color is dull grey now, one could vaguely see its once bright red color, and even the broken comb teeth had become complete again.

The hair stopped moving and became quiet.

Behind the youth, the drawer that had been vigorously pulled open was not closed.

Among the messy clutter that had been turned over, lay several yellowed photographs.

The dust had not yet had time to fall, and two figures, one large and one small, could be seen above.

A tall woman was standing in the amusement park, next to a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old girl. Her black hair was tied into a big braid that hung down on her shoulders, but one could still see the happy smiles on the two faces, frozen in the narrow photo.

A few words were written with a pen below:

"Happy birthday to Xiao Jie."

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and slowly stepped forward:

"Xiao Jie, mom… Mom missed you so much…"

The barrage was dead silent.

[…..]

[…..]

[…? What the hell?]