Mysterious Domain

"It makes sense, it seems that I will have to fight Shi Wenxuan," Xiang Zhuo stood up holding his arms, "find a way to force him to reveal the source of the information."

Liao Ruxue raised his hand and landed on his shoulder: "That's not necessary, you will be attacked on campus, and you may encounter something next, so it's better to let me go."

"You?" Xiang Zhuo's expression seemed to have been shattered. He probably never encountered a situation where he had to rely on ordinary people for protection in the game.

Liao Ruxue nodded: "I have great advantages in going. Firstly, the world will not attack me. Secondly, Shi Wenxuan dare not hurt me. Finally, I can ask other students to help me."

Xiang Zhuo felt it was inappropriate, and was about to veto it, but Mo Xi tugged at his sleeve.

"In this case, President, we will entrust you." Mo Xi said.

"Oh? You trust me so much?" Liao Ruxue's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

"It's not trust, but it's the best distribution right now, isn't it?" Mo Qi looked at Liao Ruxue and said.

Liao Ruxue smiled: "All right, I'll take it as you trust me."

After Liao Ruxue left the exhibition hall, Xiang Zhuocai questioned Mo Qi: "Liao Ruxue's whole body is full of calculations, and you just let him go to Shi Wenxuan? What can he find out? Even if he finds out, he won't tell us!"

"I don't trust him as much as you do. I also know that he is definitely not looking for Shi Wenxuan to help us complete the task, but for another purpose. But only by doing so can he be dismissed." Mo Qi said calmly.

"Do you have any new clues?" Xiang Zhuo asked.

Mo Xi said: "There are two things you don't know, so you can't see people who are really suspicious. This is normal, but I have a new target."

Although Fan Ting couldn't tell who gave her the wishing box, but in the resonance, Mo Xi clearly saw that the place where Fan Ting got the wishing box was the girls' dormitory.

The management of their school dormitory is very strict. Except that the family members of the freshmen are allowed to help with luggage, and men can enter the female dormitory once. For the rest of the time, even if Liao Ruxue wants to enter the female dormitory, there must be an aunt in the dormitory to watch over.

Ninety-nine out of ten people who can give the wishing box to Fan Ting in the girls' dormitory are girls.

"The reason why Liao Ruxue knows so many things is not only because he is the president of the student council, but also because he has a source of information. This person is Wen Miao, the propaganda director of the Faculty of Arts." Mo Xi said.

"In other words, Wen Miao is the one who knows everything. Why didn't Liao Ruxue remind you of such an important matter?" Xiang Zhuo was puzzled.

Xiang Zhuo knew that the relationship between Mo Qi and Liao Ruxue was too complicated to explain clearly in one or two sentences. Liao Ruxue sincerely hoped to kill Mo Qi, and also sincerely wanted to help him. He was on Mo Qi's side, so he shouldn't have deliberately concealed Wen Miao's affairs.

Mo Qi: "Some things seem complicated, but in fact, as long as they follow their purpose, they are not so difficult to understand. Liao Ruxue was influenced by my skills. In his heart, there is one thing above all else, and everything must be for this thing Give Way."

"Want to kill you with his own hands? But he prevented us from completing the task, which will eventually lead to your account being canceled by the game, and he didn't kill you himself. This is not in line with his wish." Xiang Zhuo was puzzled.

"That means his purpose has changed." Mo Xi changed the subject, "Let's find Wen Miao quickly, although we may not be able to complete the task if we find her."

"I don't know as much about this school as you do. Do you know where she is?" Xiang Zhuo asked.

"I don't know either, but I think you can help me." Mo Qi spread his hands to Xiang Zhuo, "It's enough to use a clue detector."

"You can only use one profiler at a time, and I've used it."

"Players on the same team can only use it once. You and I are not on the same team. I remember that you should have more than one profiler." Mo Xi said.

"Even if it's just an R-level item, it still needs points. Are you just asking me for an item for nothing?" Xiang Zhuo asked.

"At this time, I still care about one or two props. You forced me." Mo Xi looked at Xiang Zhuo and stared at him for a while.

Xiang Zhuo immediately took out a card with a blushing face, and said, "When this mission is over, you have to return me an identical item card."

"No problem, I don't like to owe favors."

The moment he took the item card, a dialog box popped up in front of Mo Qi.

[System: Player Xiang Zhuo gave you an R-rank item card, do you accept it?whether】

Mo Xi chose "Yes".

[System: Whether to add the player Xiang Zhuo to the friend list, you can send messages after leaving the game, and you can also form a team in advance before joining the game. 】

Mo Xi quickly analyzed the pros and cons, and finally added Xiang Zhuo as a friend.

"The clues given by the clue detector are random, and we may not be able to find Wen Miao." Xiang Zhuo reminded Mo Qi.

"Up to now, the clues we can get can only be related to three directions, the third wisher, the third victim and the person behind the scenes, the probability of one-third is not low. And even if the clues do not directly point to the behind-the-scenes People must also be related." Mo Xi said.

With a thought in Mo Xi's mind, the prop card turned into a compass, and the pointer rotated rapidly, finally pointing to the painting in the exhibition hall.

Mo Xi glanced at the pointer, thinking in his heart, "Why the clue is a painting", but his brain instructed him to leave the exhibition hall and walk towards the door uncontrollably. This is the power of negative effects.

Fortunately, there was Xiang Zhuo by his side, and Xiang Zhuo grabbed Mo Qi: "Be careful of going the wrong way."

Mo Xi put away the compass, regained control of the direction in his brain, and came to the front of the painting.

"Is there anything strange about this painting?" Xiang Zhuo asked.

"I think this is what the clue finder is referring to." Mo Qi clicked on the author's name below the dotted line, on which were written the words "Min Shihua".

Xiang Zhuo: "Is this the third wisher or the third deceased?"

"I don't know this person well, but judging from the present, all the dead are people who are hated by others. Min Shihua is a student of the art department, and she was on good terms with Xiang Wansi. She doesn't seem like someone who would do evil things and be hated by others. She It might be the wisher." Mo Xi said.

Xiang Zhuo: "Then who will she kill?"

"Not necessarily," Mo Qi shook his head, "I suddenly thought of something just now, what makes us so sure that the wisher's wish must be life-threatening?"

"Does that matter? The first two are dead."

"But there is no rule stating that the mission of the wisher must be to kill people, as long as there is a strong desire, isn't it enough?" Mo Qi felt that this matter was very important, and it seemed to be related to another matter, but what exactly was it? He hasn't thought of it yet.

"Take a step back, even if she is the third wisher, what's the use? You saw Fan Ting and the wishing box just now, but you can't touch the box." Xiang Zhuo said.

"The game app hasn't prompted to generate a third wisher. I think the people behind the scenes want to find wishers, so they should hand over the box to them in person, right? Maybe we can attract the people behind the scenes." Mo Xi said.

"Introduction? How?"

Mo Xi picked up the scattered papers on the ground, which were his printed explanations for Xiang Wansi.Before Shi Wenxuan forcibly led her to Wansi, these explanatory notes were scattered on the ground, leaving a few footprints.

Only Min Shihua's name, major, grade, and department are listed on the introduction of the painting. I can't find his personal contact information, but it is in the explanation draft.

At the work exhibition, if someone really takes a fancy to the work and wants to contact the original author, whether it is buying the work or promoting the students, this is a good thing, so the student union has the contact information of each author on the manuscript prepared for the commentator of.

Mo Xi pulled out Min Shihua's phone number from the top and dialed it directly, and soon someone connected there.

"Hello, is this Min Shihua? I'm Mo Qi from the Student Union. Today, Senior Sister Xiang Wansi and I were supposed to prepare for tomorrow's work exhibition. But another male commentator suddenly hit me and took Xiang Xue away. Sister. During the scuffle, your work seems to have been damaged. I wonder if you can..."

"I'll go right away." A cold voice came from the receiver.

Mo Xi put down the phone, it was that simple to lure Min Shihua over.

Most of what he said was true, even if Min Shihua and Xiang Wansi had a good relationship, calling for confirmation would only confirm the matter, after all, Xiang Wansi saw Mo Qi being smashed on the painting with his own eyes.

Another point, Shi Wenxuan knew the matter so clearly, so who told him?Mo Qi guessed that Shi Wenxuan's source of information was most likely the person behind the scenes.

Shi Wenxuan was lucky, the clue finder pointed him directly at the person behind the scenes.But for this game, the better the luck, the greater the negative effects that follow.Shi Wenxuan won the prize right away, but he was also the worst exploited by the people behind the scenes.

According to this guess, the people behind the scenes must know what happened in the exhibition hall just now.Using this reason to attract Min Shihua is the most reasonable and the least likely to be guarded by the people behind the scenes. It is very likely to attract both of them.

One bait can catch two fish.

"I'm lucky." Mo Xi smiled, "The clue finder pointed me to a good clue."

Xiang Zhuo: "..."

This is also called good?The clue finder just pointed at the painting, and an ordinary player might use a magnifying glass to study the secrets of the painting at this time.However, Mo Xi could see the author's information in a small corner at a glance, and quickly deduced Min Shihua's identity, and set up this trick to attract two people at once.

It's not that the clues are pointed well at all, but that Mo Xi's ability to peel cocoons is too strong.

"Are you really just a novice player?" Xiang Zhuo couldn't help asking.

This time Mo Xi didn't confirm it clearly, but frowned and said, "I thought it was my first time entering this game, but now, I'm not sure either."

He was so adaptable to this game that Mo Xi began to question his memory.

Before Min Shihua came, Mo Qi asked Xiang Zhuo to hide behind a screen work in the exhibition hall, pretending that he was the only one here, and Xiang Zhuo wanted to use his trump card to deal with the accident.At the same time, he took out his dormitory key, whispered "offended" to the painting, and made a deep mark on the corner of the painting with the metal key.

The posture of the person in the painting has not changed, as if acquiescing to Mo Qi's behavior.

After making all the preparations, Min Shihua arrived panting on an electric scooter.

After entering the door, she didn't even look at Mo Xi, she rushed to the front of the painting, threw the heavy handbag on the ground, carefully observed every inch of the painting, and found the scratch left by Mo Xi in the corner, her heart ached His fingers were trembling.

"Senior sister, I'm really sorry, I didn't protect this painting well." Mo Xi said apologetically.

Min Shihua bit her lip and took a step back. She shook her head and said, "I asked Wan Si just now, and she told me what happened at that time. It's not your fault, it's Shi Wenxuan's sudden madness."

"How is senior sister Xiang now? I asked the president, and he said that he was rescued by his brave classmates." Mo Qi asked nonchalantly.

"Her neck was covered with bruises from Shi Wenxuan's strangulation, and she just received medicine in the school hospital, and she will come to pick up the explanation notes after a while." Min Shihua said.

"Senior Xiang is hurt so badly, can I still hold on to the exhibition tomorrow? Why don't I change someone else," Mo Xi said.

"She has always been serious in her work, and she will not allow herself to run away. She will wear a high-necked dress tomorrow, don't worry."

While talking, Min Shihua took out some painting tools from his bag, trying to repair the scratches with paint.

Mo Xi stood beside her, and when she was serious about complementing the color, he suddenly asked, "Does senior sister know Wen Miao?"

Min Shihua stopped, and a look of unnaturalness flashed across her face: "What are you asking her for?"

"It's nothing, I have something to ask her, does senior sister have her contact information?" Mo Xi said.

"It's too easy for the students in the student union to find a propaganda minister. You should have a phone book." Min Shihua painted a few more strokes on the painting, and she stood a little farther away to observe the painting. No matter how she repaired it, the new color was added. There is a color difference from the previous one, and I drop the brush in frustration.

Seeing that she liked the painting so much, Mo Xi felt a little sorry, he wanted to comfort Min Shihua: "Sister, don't be too..."

"You don't understand," Min Shihua interrupted him, "I may never be able to draw such a spiritual painting again, she said that this is the best painting I can draw in my life, I will never miss it Maybe outdid myself."

Mo Xi is not a person who pursues art. He couldn't understand Min Shihua's state at this time, and only noticed one word: "Who is 'she'?"

Min Shihua didn't answer, she picked up her handbag and took out a crystal box from it.

The screen hiding Xiang Zhuo moved, Mo Xi coughed hurriedly, and the screen settled down.

Unexpectedly, the crystal box was already in Min Shihua's hands, but the game app did not prompt to find the third wisher. Is there some missing step?

"Did Wen Miao give this to you?" Mo Qi asked while looking at the box.

Restricted by the rules, the wish-maker cannot tell the source of the wishing box, but Min Shihua's surprised expression has proved that Mo Xi's guess was right. The person behind the box is the Propaganda Minister Wen Miao.

He didn't try to snatch the box, this mission is not a mission to be solved by force, otherwise Shi Wenxuan would have won already.And if he was allowed to touch the box, Mo Xi would have gotten the wishing box as early as when he met Fan Ting.

Min Shihua looked at Mo Qi vigilantly: "You also have a wish to come true? Want to grab the wishing box?"

Mo Xi quickly denied: "No, my wish will be realized by my own strength. Senior sister, if there are only scratches on the painting, we can find someone with higher skills to repair it, or we can improve our strength and surpass ourselves. Better works. These things can be obtained with hard work, there is no need to pray to this supernatural power, right?"

"My wish can't be achieved by improving my painting skills." Min Shihua's palm fell on the wishing box, his eyes gradually blurred.

"Sister?" Mo Xi called Min Shihua tentatively.

This wishing box seemed to have magical powers. Min Shihua's expression began to be abnormal from the moment he touched the box, as if he had been bewitched by something.

Seeing that she was no longer able to communicate normally, Mo Xi was heartbroken, took out a piece of paper from the explanation script, and snatched the wishing box through the paper.

Min Shihua didn't resist, and Mo Qi bumped into the wishing box through the paper.Suddenly a terrifying consciousness flooded into his brain, forcibly arousing the desire in his heart.

"I want a scholarship, I want a scholarship, I want a scholarship, I want a scholarship..." These words seemed to be echoing in his mind, and Mo Xi wanted to withdraw his hand to get rid of this brainwashing thinking, but found that his fingers were stuck to the paper Can't take it off.

No wonder Fan Ting didn't let him touch the wishing box at the beginning, this box would infinitely magnify people's wishes.Even if there is only a little idea at first, after touching the wishing box, it will become that this wish must be realized even if it costs life.

At this time, Mo Qi was not only reluctant to let go of the wishing box, he even wanted to snatch the box from Min Shihua.

There is definitely no way for him to get rid of this idea by his own strength, the only way is "resonance", using the emotional erosion of other people in "resonance" to get rid of this bondage.

Xiang Zhuoren is still hiding behind the screen, Min Shihua is more affected by the box than him, choosing her is courting death, the only choice is only one, I don't know if that person is willing to "resonate" with him.

There was no other way at this time, Mo Xi looked at the painting decisively, staring at the back of the person in the painting.

After a while, the person in the painting turned slightly, and the fog rose up, blocking the two people, only a pair of eyes containing countless stories looked at Mo Qi through the fog.

There was a buzzing in Mo Xi's ear, and an extremely calm will, as if the mountain collapsed before it would not change color, poured into his mind, suppressing Mo Xi's desire to be infinitely magnified.

At the same time, a voice reached Mo Xi's heart: "Let her make a wish."

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mo Xi let go of the wishing box, and the paper slipped to the ground.

Mo Xi looked at the man in the painting for the rest of his life, and the man who had just helped him turned around again, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Min Shihua also took out the pencil sharpener with an abnormal expression, cut his fingertips, and a drop of blood fell on the box, turning into a piece of red origami.

She was surrounded by a light red light, Mo Xi tried, but there was no way to break through the light to stop her.The wishing box is magical, it does not allow anyone to stop it from collecting all wishes.

Min Shihua carefully wrote down the wish on the paper, as if being controlled by something, skillfully folded a heart, and put the heart-shaped origami into the wishing box.

Until this step was completed, the reddish light disappeared, and Min Shihua's expression gradually returned to normal.

"What wish did you make?" Mo Xi asked.

Min Shihua seemed to be waking up from a big dream. She looked at the painting and murmured: "All along, I only have one wish, that is, that my paintings be lifelike. She said that if my portraits are alive, if the people in them It’s good to be alive.”

Could her wish be...

Mo Xi looked at the painting, only to see that the fog in the painting dissipated, and a person walked out of the painting stepping on the clouds and fog, and landed on the ground without a sound.

The moment he left the painting, a ray of light shone on him from the originally gloomy sky.

No, the sky is still gloomy, and the skylight is just an illusion.The reason for this feeling is that from the moment he appeared, all the light in the room seemed to be concentrated on his body, and there was a ray of light shining on his ghostly face, which made this person feel an infinite sense of oppression.

He took two steps forward, and Mo Xi realized that this person was more than ten centimeters taller than himself. With a height of more than 1.9 meters, this person looked down no matter who he looked at.

"Did you ask Min Shihua to make a wish to leave this painting?" Mo Xi asked.

The person in the painting shook his head, his eyes shifted from Mo Qi to Min Shihua, his expression was pitiful, and his tone was ruthless: "You can't fulfill my wish."

"My painting is finally alive," Min Shihua shed tears excitedly, "I can see this scene with my own eyes, even if I die."

After all, her head drooped deeply, the origami in the wishing box turned into blood for the third time, and three-quarters of the heart-shaped pattern had been filled.

The third wish came true so easily.

"Life should not be treated so lightly." The person in the painting said regretfully.

Mo Xi looked at the person in the painting, then at Min Shihua, and suddenly understood something in his heart.

"This mission has had to..."

The person in the painting touched Mo Qi's lips with his index finger, and said softly, "Someone has already thought of it before you. You shouldn't want him to be the last person to make a wish. Go and race against time."

After speaking, a mist covered Mo Xi's sight.When the fog cleared, the person in the painting turned back into the painting hanging on the wall.