Higher Human Advancement Regulations

An irresistible suction, like a pair of hands protruding from a certain void, forcibly pulled Blossom from the corridor into another space.

Before disappearing, Shengkai heard the bell ringing in her ear for the last time.

A total of eight times.

And here he is.

What caught the eye was layers of crimson curtains, hanging in a place similar to a huge banquet hall.

The banquet hall is about three stories high, and the walls are covered with gold paint. Unlike ordinary banquet halls, the walls here are covered with paintings, which vary in size, but are neatly pasted on the four walls.

In addition, there was only one long square table left in the banquet hall, lying across the center, making it look extremely empty.

There are six seats on the square table, three on each side.

Sheng Kai sat on the first seat by the window, and when she raised her eyes, she saw a person sitting diagonally opposite.

This is a middle-aged woman with brown curly hair like instant noodles and thick makeup on her face. She is shaking the seat and trying to leave.

The timing of Blooming's appearance was not so good, just when this person was most hysterical, she let go of the seat and screamed at Blooming:

"What the hell is this place!

What did you tie me here for! "

Like this instant noodle girl, Shengkai is also confined to this small seat, unable to get up.

He could only rub his ears while trying to appease the woman:

"Ma'am, I don't have such a hobby."

Obviously these words didn't comfort the instant noodle girl much, she took a couple of breaths and stared at Blossom with red eyes:

"No matter what you want to do, I advise you to let me go immediately.

Let me tell you, my husband is an official, and when he finds me, he will ask you to look good! "

There are various indications that this instant noodle girl seems to have come here directly from the real world.

Could this be the initial secret room that belonged to the Instant Noodle Girl before she went to Paradise Lost?

Could it be that in the secret room of the same scene, the time when the reviewer is released will be different?

But Shengkai had already gone through the newcomer's handbook, and clearly remembered that newcomers who entered the secret room for the first time would not be mixed with other people to participate in the review.

The examinee who entered the secret room for the first time will either enter a single secret room, or will be sent to a secret room full of newcomers.

When he first entered the secret room, he encountered so many things that completely contradicted the rules of Paradise Lost. For a while, he couldn't figure out whether the instant noodle girl was lying or there was something wrong with the sky.

There are six seats in the banquet hall. If he is not mistaken, the number of examiners in the secret room of the art exhibition corresponds to the number of seats on the square table in front of him.

Counting Xu Zhifeng and Wen Renxiao, there are only two people who don't know the details.

Shengkai waited on the seat for a while, and sure enough, Xu Zhifeng slowly appeared on the seat opposite him.

Then came two other strange faces, a man and a woman.

The last one to appear was Wen Renxiao.

Among the two strangers, a girl with short hair was sitting on the right side of Blooming. She looked very young, but her face was cold and expressionless.

On the contrary, it was the man, wearing a beige suit, who looked very calm on the outside, but the occasional excitement in his eyes still revealed the owner's mood.

Shengkai glanced at Wen Renxiao in a strange way, but found that the man was lowering his eyes, and his expression was not very good.

He remembered the question he asked Wen Renxiao in the stairwell.

After all, it was just a joke on Sheng Sheng's whim, he had never seen this person before, and even coming to Paradise Lost seemed to be just an accident.

This world is both illusion and reality, everyone seems to be in a hurry and has his own way.

Only he is like a lone sail without a buoy, floating and sinking with the waves.

But if...

Even memory is false, so what is real?

It wasn't until the six of them were completely seated that a mechanical sound slowly sounded in the hall, interrupting Blossom's thoughts.

"In 1890, the painter Ricky held his first art exhibition in the small town of Orville, but he only invited five of his friends to such a grand exhibition.

This was supposed to be a grand gathering of soul and art, but in the first late night of the exhibition, it was caught in a fire and burned to the ground. "

The mechanical sound panel has no waves, with a little indifference of a bystander.

"This fire not only burned all the painstaking efforts of the painter Ricky, but also devoured the lives of hundreds of people in the small town.

These bright colors, imprisoned in the filthy body, were all reduced to ashes.

"Miraculously, Ricky, the painter, narrowly escaped the fire."

"Find the painter, that's the key for you to escape from the secret room."

The bell rang again without warning when everyone fell into low pressure, and in the empty hall, there were mournful cries erupting in the silence.

This time, the bell rang nine times and there was no more movement.

Shenghua turned sideways, trying to see the situation outside through the window, but found that the windows were covered with a thin layer of red gauze, and only some silhouettes could be seen dimly.

But this sky should belong to night.

At this moment, the excited young man said:

"The meaning of Tianmu has been very clear:

The fire killed all the people in the town, and only the painter survived.

It shows that it was the painter who planned the fire.

We only need to find the murderer, and then we can pass this secret room review. "

The only answer to him was silence.

The woman with instant noodle hair is sitting on Xu Zhifeng's left hand side. Under Xu Zhifeng's patient science popularization, she slowly accepts the fact that she came to Paradise Lost after a heart attack, but her complexion is still not very good; It's just that when his eyes fell on Shenghua, there was a trace of doubt in his eyes; Wen Renxiao lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking; but Shengkai was thinking about the meaning of the two bells.

When entering the banquet hall, the clock rang eight times, and a quarter of an hour ago, it rang nine more times.

Shengkai subconsciously groped in her bosom for a moment, but forgot that time, space and place had already rotated, and was startled by her familiar movements for a moment.

What was he looking for just now?

Shouldn't a watch be worn on the wrist?

The short-haired girl next to him glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and then took out a gold chain from his coat pocket, with a pocket watch attached to it:

"It's not broken yet."

Shengkai raised her eyebrows subconsciously and smiled, her smile was extremely coquettish, shaking the short-haired girl for a moment, but the former stopped looking at her and lowered her head to remove the cover.

The time on the pocket watch was exactly at 21 o'clock.

When returning the pocket watch to the short-haired girl, Shengkai took another look at her, and before she could say anything, the instant noodle-haired woman started to open her loud voice again:

"So what are we stuck here for now!"

The short-haired girl said coldly:

"Didn't you say it?

Let you find out who is the painter. "

Although this is the case, the information that everyone got before coming to this banquet hall is almost fragmented. It is obviously uneasy and kind for Tianmu to set the background at this time.

Who knows where the painter is in the absence of any knowledge?

Wen Renxiao raised his eyes and said lightly:

"Or perhaps just a Last Supper."

In the expression of the instant noodle-haired woman, the young man in the suit clapped his hands and said in agreement:

"It's really a bit like, look at the painting hanging in the window."

Everyone quickly turned their heads to look over, and saw a huge oil painting hanging on the edge of the window on the wall full of picture frames.

Every time the wind blows into the window, it will blow up the layers of curtains, thus covering most of the picture frame, making it difficult to see clearly.

When the wind stopped, everyone could see clearly that the background and colors of this painting were borrowed from Da Vinci's world-famous painting "The Last Supper". After one of them betrayed, a dinner party was set up. During the banquet, the loyal, the cunning, the violent, and the frightened, all had their own expressions.

The only difference in this painting is that the positions where the twelve disciples should have been painted have become six empty seats.

Xu Zhifeng and Shengkai were the closest to the window, the former took a look and frowned:

"Who modified this painting? It's an insult to the masterpiece."

Others didn't have time to deal with Xu Zhifeng's occupational disease, they fixed their eyes on the falsified masterpiece, and at the same time had their own plans in their hearts.

Except for the instant noodle rookie, everyone else has more or less lived and died in the secret room. It is absolutely impossible to actively exchange information from the current situation where there is no distinction between the enemy and the enemy.

Shengkai didn't know anything about famous paintings. After staring at the painting for a while, his eyes felt sore. He simply turned his head and shifted his gaze back to the long table. Unexpectedly, when he turned his head, he met Wenren Xiao's gentle eyes.

That gaze was like the end of a song, long and empty.

Shengkai raised the corners of her mouth, blinked her coquettish eyes, and silently mouthed to Wen Renxiao:

What are you looking at me for?

Wen Renxiao let out an incomprehensible laugh through his nose, then put his hands on the square table, picked up a small gold-encrusted spoon in one hand, and tapped it lightly on the dinner plate.

Everyone's eyes were drawn back by the crisp "ding".

Wen Renxiao:

"Everyone, according to the current situation, we may have to exchange information with each other to survive.

If you guessed correctly, those who tried to pass through the floors have already discovered the weirdness on the stairs. "

The Penrose staircase that appears in three-dimensional space, if it really exists, can only prove that every floor is not interconnected.

Then these six people will definitely be disrupted and distributed on every floor.

The huge amount of information contained in the secret room of this scene will also be distributed in the corners of each floor. If you want to find the painter's clues, you must know all the useful information.

The short-haired girl said disdainfully:

"So what if you find out, I never believe that someone can cooperate unconditionally with others in the secret room."

Wen Renxiao said gently:

"To show my sincerity, let me introduce myself first. I am Wen Renxiao."

As soon as the words fell, Shengkai clearly heard an exaggerated gasp from the man in the suit, and even the short-haired girl with a bad expression was slightly taken aback.

Wen Renxiao leaned back and added lightly:

"I also know that our target may be on the blue floor of the building."

He stretched out his right hand, opened the palm, and a small piece of paper that seemed to be torn from the corner of an old diary lay quietly in the palm of his hand.

The instant noodle woman was the closest to him, so she rushed over and read the content in a shrill voice.

"...

Gold is treble, black is bass, white is breeze, red is scream. "

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Gold is high pitch, black is low pitch, white is breeze, red is scream. ——Liu Yu