Chapter 273 Drawing a Face

Lin Yisheng's abnormal behavior surprised everyone present.

Especially Meng Lian. She covered her red hands and stood blankly in front of the passage.

"Are you okay?"

Meng Lian heard someone beside her ask a concerned question. She turned her head and it was Zheng Xun.

"No, it's okay..." She still hadn't recovered, "But Xiao Lin..."

Zheng Xun shook his head.

Maybe it was to show that he didn't know anything, or maybe it was to say that he didn't need to worry about him anymore.

"By the way," Zheng Xun looked at the others, "Have you met Captain Song?"

Song Yao disappeared. Zheng Xun searched around and saw no one, so he wanted to ask the other three.

As a result, all three of them shook their heads.

"Well, that's it. Team Song should have disappeared."

The camera ball floated over at the right time, and Zheng Xun suddenly remembered that there was a live broadcast room.

"Watch the live broadcast."

He clicked on the bracelet and called up the live broadcast room with a few operations.

Non-business hours start at 10pm in real life, which is when the live broadcast room is most active.

: Why is it suddenly non-business hours? No feeling at all...

: I'm following the hammer's perspective. I don’t know how long that passage is, but it feels like half of my time was spent there.

: What's up with Lin Yisheng? What's happening with Lin Yisheng? What's happening with Lin Yisheng! I've repeated it three times, but no one cares about me! Scared to death!

: I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t understand.

: I don’t think they understand it either. Yeah, hammer!

:Ah ah ah ah two hammers!

: Hello, Zheng Shen.

: Zheng Shen Zheng Shen! !

When Zheng Xun's perfect face appeared in the live broadcast room, it aroused enthusiastic reactions from fans.

Of course, there are also some of his negative fans who came over to scold him and used language to the extreme within the speech restrictions in the live broadcast room.

He nodded towards the screen.

"Yeah, I know everyone misses me."

Zheng Xun didn't hesitate and asked directly.

"Do you have any friends who have opened the perspective of Captain Song and Lin Yisheng? Where are they? They both ran away."

The barrage was full of responses to Zheng Xun.

Zheng Xun eliminated most of the useless nonsense. As expected of his fans, there is as much nonsense as him.

Once the rest of the information is integrated, you'll probably know it.

Lin Yisheng's bracelet seemed to have broken before he entered the channel yesterday. He didn't know why. In short, the live broadcast room was dark, and there was no sound or image.

It may have been accidentally damaged, or it may have been because the channel was too blocked, resulting in poor signal.

However, the former is more likely.

The barrage explained it this way, but Zheng Xun thought that he might have to ask Shen Guanyu about this matter.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the young man standing nearby, leaning over to look at the screen like everyone else.

Shen Guanyu also looked back at him, looking a little confused.

"Brother Xun?"

"Go on and watch."

Lin Yisheng has no chance here. He didn't know if his bracelet could be restored, but Zheng Xun thought there was little hope.

Look at Song Yao again.

After accidentally getting separated from Zheng Xun last night, Song Yao's perspective continued for a while.

At that time, he should still be on the fourth floor of the mall.

It was dark all around, and Song Yao didn't know where he was, so he could only turn on the flashlight function of his bracelet and explore slowly.

Inside the area he illuminated, there was a home area, which made him relieved.

Fortunately, it's still on the original floor.

But where did Zheng Xun go?

Song Yao clearly remembered that Zheng Xun was walking two steps ahead of him.

But he felt something stepped on with his left foot. He lowered his head to illuminate it with his bracelet and took a look. It was a leaflet.

Maybe a customer accidentally dropped it on the ground.

Because it was not an important item, Song Yao didn't look at it carefully and just grabbed it in his hand.

When he raised his head to look for Zheng Xun, he found that there was no one in front of him.

"Zheng——"

It was still dark all around at that time, so I didn't know if there might be any monsters hiding.

Song Yao did not dare to shout Zheng Xun's name loudly.

The white light emitted by the flashlight swayed a few times as he moved, illuminating as much area as possible.

Still nothing.

Song Yao felt a little panicked now. At that time, he thought that Zheng Xun was lost, or that the other party deliberately abandoned him to look for clues alone.

He took a few deep breaths to calm down.

Now I can only rely on myself.

There was endless silence and darkness before and after. Song Yao walked among them, as if he was trying to survive in a deep swamp.

There was no other sound but his own breathing.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but he felt like a human bellows.

The sound of breathing was too intense.

Song Yao ordered himself to calm down and think about what he usually does.

In the dungeon, the most important thing is not fighting the boss or solving many puzzles.

But observe.

Whether it's fighting monsters or solving puzzles, the premise of everything is observation.

He took the bracelet off his wrist to make it easier to illuminate.

Song Yao first took himself as the center of the circle and took a photo around it.

He saw several familiar home furnishing brands.

But there were also one or two here and there that he had never seen before.

... Could it be that I was looking for clues with Zheng Xun just now and accidentally missed it?

Song Yao began to recall the guidance sign they had seen, and fumbled to find it based on the location in his memory.

Very strange.

The guide card disappeared!

In the dungeon, if you search the same place repeatedly, there are two situations that will be very troublesome.

There are more things and less things.

The former can be said to be a clue given by the dungeon, but the latter is very scary.

Either he is in a different place.

Or... something is in the same space with him and took it away.

Both situations are very bad.

The sudden change caused a huge wave in Song Yao's heart.

He felt his breathing trembling again.

Calm down... calm down.

Panic can't solve any problems.

Song Yao thought that he couldn't dwell on the problem of location and space anymore, and he shouldn't think about "what" around him.

Let's try to complete the task first.

He also took a blanket from the home area. He just took it casually, but he didn't expect that it was the same one as Zheng Xun.

But he clearly remembered that after Zheng Xun took the top one, the bottom was also messed up a little.

But when he illuminated it with a flashlight, he found that the place became neat and tidy.

I don't know when it was restored.

Song Yao took the blanket and reached out to touch the team jacket.

He actually got the money.

The information clearly given on the flyer was that consumption was needed and money was needed.

Song Yao certainly couldn't not prepare.

With the money and the goods, he had to find the cashier to pay.

The impression was that the dummy he accidentally saw before left in a clockwise direction.

Song Yao also walked in the same direction.

He walked very fast. After about three or four minutes, he saw the cashier.

There was a light sign there, which was lit.

Song Yao was delighted and couldn't help but speed up his pace.

However, when he was less than two meters away from the cashier, he suddenly braked.

This may be due to some kind of reaction mechanism of the human body. At that moment, Song Yao seemed to be pulled from behind by his consciousness.

He stopped, but it was too late.

At the junction of the wall and the ground, next to a pillow-shaped brand cartoon image, there was a ghost face drawn by Zheng Xun.

No matter why he drew a ghost face, the important thing is that this was the mark Zheng Xun had made before.

The boundary of reality, a line between life and death.