In such a closed place, it is difficult for things from the outside to come in, and inside, one room corresponds to one anchor.

Jiang Qi has watched it in different time periods, except for a few players, the anchors here are all risking their lives to compete for popularity, and no one has time to scold Hang Jing.

The picture on the screen and the live broadcast in the room where the door she just passed through was not closed, and there was no time difference caused by the video.

Jiang Qi's live broadcast room was deserted, and there was no one except for a few viewers who were happy to discuss her death with each other.

According to the game's settings, it is impossible for players to rely on the live broadcast here to reach the next level, and she never wanted to go this way.

Jiang Qi opened the game spider solitaire that came with the computer and turned into a bad game anchor.

[Yesterday played the corpse, today playing stand-alone cards, what are you here for? ] 】

[This time, the rookie anchor is interesting, one scolds people, one plays a corpse to deceive our feelings, two two fools, and a gradient pink hair, without saying a word, there is one melon peel left, which is quite distinctive, and I am looking forward to it. 】

What to expect?

Jiang Qi looked at the cards on the screen that fell into a dead end for a long time, and slowly spoke, "I didn't play a corpse, who knew that your imagination was so rich." ”

[The anchor looks at our guess very interesting, right? ] Why don't you comment on the speculations about your death in the live broadcast room? 】

This line of font is extraordinarily red, like blood flowing, and a voice with a strong smell of blood also sounded in her ears, and the atmosphere of the bright live broadcast room instantly became weird, and the lights above her head flickered slightly.

"It's not bad, it's just not much to see." Jiang Qi said with a glance.

The barrage was quiet, and so was the room.

The act of calmly giving a bad review choked the audience behind the camera who was waiting to see her scared crazy to get perverted pleasure.

After a while, a new barrage was sent, and the attitude changed, [Then tell me, how to have something to watch? ] 】

"You study it yourself, even if you have to be taught, what do you call 'I'm afraid'?"

Jiang Qi's tone was too calm, as if he was talking about irrelevant things, rather than the highlight of his own death.

At this time, the blood-red eyes behind the camera revealed a trace of confusion.

Why does it feel like the identity and the script are reversed?

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Each live broadcast room is proceeding step by step, and the players are still at the bottom, but the two professional anchor players have adjusted the content popularity value to reach 10,000.

Jiang Qi deliberately left a crack in the door, just to pay attention to the movement outside.

Someone tried to explore other rooms, but it didn't take long for them to be caught and get back, and it sounded like Dunwan.

The combination of him and Shi Wei is very strange, this kind of two-person team mode of dungeon, the average S-class will not come in alone, let alone make up two solo players, why did they make up a team to enter this dungeon?

Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly a long, piercing sound of electricity rang out, echoing throughout the floor.

Jiang Qi covered his ears, unable to tell where the sound came from, everywhere in all directions.

The screen suddenly blackened, thickened, and slid down from the top with a little brown plasma.

The barrage was all bright red, and those malicious voices seemed to be in this room, beside her.

The overhead lights suddenly went out, leaving only a few faint light sources outside.

Everything had changed in the room, the brand-new computer equipment was covered in a mottled layer of rust, the red light in the camera was flashing, and the keyboard and mouse had become like scrap metal.

The pure white walls slowly stained themselves with black stains, the floors became dirty and damp, the neat beds were moldy and rotten, and the smell of musty and rust mixed in the air.

The doors were so rotten that they were almost framed, the cameras in the hallways looked like they could no longer be used, and the neat and cold building had become a dilapidated and dilapidated building in the blink of an eye, with steel bars exposed in some places.

It was as if a veil had been cast over the line of sight, and visibility was rapidly reduced.

Even if Jiang Qi took out the flashlight, it could only illuminate a very limited range, and as soon as the light passed, it was engulfed in hazy, reddish smoke.

"We were misled, and now it's time for the live content to be adjusted." Jiang Qi looked at Hang Jing, who ran out with a short sword, "Those spectators are coming." ”

The fourth rule refers to safe time, and also reveals another information, players can only go to the upper floors in the current live broadcast room.

"Where? That said it was going to be 149, right? I wanted to see what he was, and he said I didn't use it. Hang Jing held his weapon and looked into the silent hallway.

"How much do you care about the word 'don't use'." Jiang Qi looked at the doors that were not very firmly closed on both sides, "We are now the bottom anchor of the 10th floor, and it was safe before triggering the monster, don't open these doors first, and find the way to the 11th floor." ”

Hang Jing put down his hand that was stretched into the air.

The house numbers and signs outside the room were all covered with rust and blackened marks, much like dried blood, and the original numbers and signs were barely legible.

After staying in this environment for a long time, Jiang Qi was already a little unable to distinguish between the smell of rust and the smell of blood.

They were the first to arrive in the cafeteria, where the back kitchen smelled of a mixture of foul odors.

Jiang Qi has also grown a lot of knowledge in the game, but when he came in, he was still a little sick to his stomach, and he couldn't help but cover his nose with his hands.

The dim flashlight swept by, and there was a large puddle of black liquid on the board, rotting vegetables and unknown meat, long-haired pots and pans, a sticky sound on the ground, and a rancid smell of liquid ticking from the faucet.

"There's a window in there." Hang Jing walked over without a flashlight, and the sound of footsteps echoed in this dirty and tight space.

The windows were already rusted, and the glass was covered in tawny dirt, and pushing hard could barely open a hole.

Looking out, there were several vague buildings standing in the thick black, without any light or sound, only the cold wind swishing in.

It's like a dead city.

Exiting the back kitchen, in front of the rust-red fixed tables and chairs in the cafeteria, the screen is still on, and the red words on a black background show the immovable popularity value.

The next location they explored was a rusty, filthy office in Area A, which also had a window for a better view, and the same scene from the outside.

Jiang Qi found a contract dyed with a large dark color from his desk, and the flashlight shone on it, and it can be seen from the visible content that this is a gambling agreement, which is a battle with the old deed of sale for Party B.

The dried liquid on the contract didn't look like blood, and it smelled of rot in the black, just like this place.

"With this kind of map and setting, there's no way to confirm if any other players have been here before us." Hang Jing spoke.

With a flashlight, normal vision can't see the road clearly, let alone see the traces that other people haven't come.

(End of chapter)