Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 532: Unexpected harvest
Chapter 532 Unexpected harvest
The room that changed my fate was located on the fourth basement floor. I stepped on the rotten wooden ladder, and there was a creaking sound in my ears. I was all too familiar with it.
"Anchor, how do I feel that you have been here before? You look familiar." Truman followed me, and I don't blame him. Anyone who sees my actions at this time will have doubts.
This is the deep dream, the third world that no one can go out of, and I have a feeling of "going home", which is so abnormal.
"I'm not sure yet, but I've been to a place similar to this." Using the mobile phone in the show, I went straight to the fourth floor of the basement, leaning on the wall, and looking at the doors. Guo: "That's right, the door numbers all start with four."
Walking in the promenade, after careful observation, I gradually discovered the difference between this place and the unlit road in Jiangcheng. First of all, the main difference is that there are many scars on the walls and doors. battle.
"Traces of fighting can be seen everywhere. If this is really the lair of the underworld show, who in this world has the ability to confront the show head-on." I squatted down and looked at the gap in the floor , Reached out and moved a piece, there were only some gravel and rotten sawdust underneath: "I clearly remember that the cracks in the floor of the old house in Jiangcheng were full of corpses of bugs, but there were none here."
Not to mention living people, even the corpses of insects seem to have been wiped off and cleaned up, leaving nothing behind.
"What happened here? With the power of the underworld show, you will be attacked?" With doubts, I finally walked to the door of room 444. The decayed wooden door and the loose lock, everything is so familiar.
"Squeak..."
The hinge turned, and I pushed the door open inch by inch.
Like a red carpet woven from the hair of a living person, piled up tables and chairs, mottled walls, the scene inside the house is no different from what I remember. You must know that I have received professional criminal investigation training, and I am very keen to observe details, but comparing this room with the room underground in Jiangcheng, all the details match one by one, almost like the same place.
"Could it be that the lair of the underworld show is really in the deep dream?" Walking inward, I soon found a different place. On the wall of the words, there are only four uneven walls left.
I touched the exposed wall with my hand: "The words definitely existed, but they were scratched off with a knife. The knife marks are very dense, and some of the marks slide down symmetrically. The other party seems to be using scissors. "
"Anchor, what was originally written on this wall?" Truman walked over curious about the words that had been erased from the wall.
"I can't say it." I have an agreement with the underworld show, and I can't take the initiative to expose the existence of the show, including the water friends in the live broadcast room. They only know that they are watching a very thrilling live broadcast. They only know my Appearance, but do not know the black hand behind the scenes, the real manipulator is the underworld show.
"Anchor, the two of us went through life and death, and we both entered a deep dream together, and you still keep it a secret from me?" Truman didn't care, standing in front of the wall, trying to guess the four through the remaining traces. Character.
"It's not that I don't know, but I can't say it." I shook my head and didn't care. I didn't think carefully about why Truman asked me this question.
Walk to the corner of the room and open the side door. This is where I used to interview.
The black altar table was overturned and thrown in the center, with several chairs scattered around it.
"Even the place is ruined." In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, I left the tables and chairs untouched and left them as they were.
"Anchor, your place is really good, 'thoughts' and those memory fragments dare not come in, but I can't figure it out, the two of us entered the deep dream at the same time, how do you know that this place exists?" Truman chased Hold on, always want to ask this question clearly.
I turned my head and glanced at Truman, but did not answer: "Don't touch the things in the house, this place may not be safe."
When I entered the unlit neighborhood, evacuation was only secondary, and the fundamental purpose was to find clues about the underworld show, regardless of whether I could go out or not. Now that I have entered a deep dream and luckily found a place that is suspected to be the lair of the show, I must satisfy my curiosity and not come here in vain.
"There is nothing to gain in room 444. I don't know if there are clues left in the show in other rooms." There are three floors on the ground of this building, and I don't know how many floors are underground. Don't dare to run around, for fear that if you walk around, you will break into some terrible place.
But in the dream, I don't have any worries. It seems that there has been a fierce fight here, and the "people" who were stationed here should have left long ago.
Out of room 444, I turned my head to look at the room 443 next to it. The person who handed me a note asking me to find Xia Chi was imprisoned in this room in reality.
"Go in and have a look." The door was closed, I shook it twice, and found that the lock was loose, so I kicked it out and broke in.
"What the **** kind of place is this?" The floor of room 443 is also covered with a carpet that looks like it's woven from the hair of a living person. .
"Anchor, hurry up, blood red is the worst color in dreams, let's not go in this room."
Truman kindly reminded me, I didn't say anything, I used my judgment eye to observe, and suddenly found that when the mobile phone screen scanned, there was something reflective on the corner cabinet: "You stay outside."
This is the first time I have entered Room 443. The room feels very depressing: "In the real Room 443, there are a lot of people crowded in the room. No, they cannot be described by people."
When I came to the cabinet, I found the reflective thing just now, a piece of newspaper, which was filled with glass shards, and because the edges of the shards were sharp, some fell out of the newspaper.
"This is it?" Squatting on the ground with a newspaper in hand, I'm not too sure: "It's like a broken mirror."
I tried to put the pieces together, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't put them together. "Strange, what do these glass pieces wrapped in newspaper mean?"
A bag of shards of glass appeared in what seemed to be the lair of the show. No matter how I thought about it, I thought it was abnormal.
I patiently inspected each piece of glass, and finally found something. I gently squeezed out a piece of shards the size of a baby's palm with my fingers: "This piece is not glass, but a shard of a mirror!"
The mirror is a very special existence in dreams. It can use the eyes of human beings to describe events beyond the human standpoint. It is real and illusory. The world it reflects and the world we live in Perhaps different, the legend about it has never stopped.
I looked through all the fragments and only found this fragment of a mirror, which was easily overlooked amidst the pile of fragments.
"Much heavier than ordinary lenses, with sharp edges, it should be part of a certain mirror." I aimed the mirror fragment at myself, and at this moment something surprised me, the mirror fragment could not reflect my figure!
"What's the situation? This mirror is a bit unusual!" I quietly wrapped the fragments of the mirror in newspaper and put them in my pocket: "The old nest of the show in the deep dream has been abandoned, and there are traces of fighting everywhere. , The show had already been abandoned after encountering a crisis. It may be that the original owner of the mirror shards knew that there was no escape, so they mixed the lenses and glass and hid them here."
Compared to the entire underground building, room 443 is just a very ordinary room. I can roughly guess one or two reasons why the other party did this.
"A mirror that can't reflect a person's portrait is very strange." I studied the red font symbols on the wall, it was very scribbled, it was hard to see what was written, I tried to decipher it for a few minutes, finally gave up, and walked out of 443 Room.
"Any gains?" Truman asked casually with his hands in his white coat.
"No, let's look elsewhere." I patted Truman on the shoulder and looked towards the stairs.