The male god put me on the hot search again [Rebirth]

"Now please take off the blindfold." The director's voice came from nowhere, which was the signal to start the game.

"Brother Mingxuan?" He Yuhuan's hands were tied, and he couldn't take off the blindfold. He couldn't see anything, so he could only confirm Pei Mingxuan's condition with his voice.

"I'm tied up, are you too?" Pei Mingxuan's voice was calm.

He Yuhuan moved his hands and feet, the rope was not tied too tightly, but he couldn't get rid of it, and suddenly he touched a plastic stick: "Well, I should be able to untie the rope in my hand."

He has already determined that this is a plastic skipping rope, and what he is holding is the handle. Judging from the range of movement and the gap between the ropes he touched with his fingers, he can untie the rope by wearing the plastic handle.

"Come closer, head over here." Pei Mingxuan said.

While untying the rope on his wrist, He Yuhuan moved his buttocks, tilted his head back slightly, and lightly touched the back of Pei Mingxuan's head.

He felt that Pei Mingxuan was turning his head from side to side, and the elastic band of the blindfold caught his.Pei Mingxuan rubbed upwards and smoothly shifted He Yuhuan's blindfold.

"I can see." He Yuhuan's eyepatch was crooked, and the vision in his right eye was restored, but what he saw was pitch black, "We seem to be locked up somewhere, it's very dark."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, He Yuhuan wanted to bite his tongue off. Why did Pei Mingxuan want to know this information? Didn't it scare him!

Sure enough, the moment he finished speaking, Pei Mingxuan's fingertips trembled.

The hands of the two touched each other. Although the movement was subtle, He Yuhuan still felt it. While speeding up the movement at hand, he tried his best to hook Pei Mingxuan's finger with his unused little finger.

"So it wasn't very dark. I've worn the blindfold for too long, so I didn't get used to it for a while." He Yuhuan tried hard to recover what he said just now, and after a long while, he finally untied the knot on his wrist.

He didn't care about untying other ropes, he held Pei Mingxuan's hand with one hand, and started groping around with the other.

The space they were in was so small that they couldn't stretch out their hands at all. He Yuhuan touched the three walls in two or three strokes. Judging from the touch and the echo of knocking, it was wooden boards.

"Are we in the closet?" Pei Mingxuan said calmly.

He Yuhuan didn't think of this level at all, and after being reminded by Pei Mingxuan, he finally touched the gap in the cabinet door.

With a heavy elbow, the cabinet door opened.

To be exact, a gap two fingers wide was opened, and a beam of light came in through the gap, and a few pieces of clothing were hung in the illuminated corner—they were in the closet.

"There's light!" He Yuhuan pushed aside the clothes that obstructed his vision, took off Pei Mingxuan's blindfold, and turned on the light, and saw that his forehead was covered with fine sweat on the illuminated half of his cheek.

Pei Mingxuan's expression was normal, and he raised his wrist: "You don't want to untie it for me, are you trying to tie me up for something?"

He Yuhuan knew that he must be very uncomfortable, and the joke was just to divert attention. He didn't know how long Pei Mingxuan could endure this situation, so he had to go out as soon as possible.

After untying the two ropes that bound Pei Mingxuan, he pushed the door twice impatiently. The gap was still so wide, as if he was imprisoned by some force.

"There is a lock on it." The space was inconvenient to expand, so Pei Mingxuan took off a hanger and hooked the lock on the high outside of the closet into the closet.

He Yuhuan groped along the crack of the door, and soon found the same lock: "There is also one below. The password is... four digits."

The two immediately groped in the cabinet again. There was no obvious clue of the number in the illuminated corner. He Yuhuan just fumbled around a lot, but he didn't find any marks such as nicks on the wooden board.

Pei Mingxuan took off all the clothes, and the two searched through all the pockets, but couldn't find any clues. Finally, they put all the hangers under the light. They were all inferior plastic hangers of the same color, and they couldn't push out the numbers.

Didn't it mean that it was a secret room with a low difficulty level? Could it be that they were trapped in the first level?

A total of six people entered the secret room, but only two were trapped here. Until now, He Yuhuan has not heard anyone else's voice. Judging from the distribution when they first entered, the six people were divided into at least three routes.The lock on the closet was originally outside, and perhaps the checkpoint was set up to allow people outside to get clues and open the closet door.

But in this way, wouldn't the line between He Yuhuan and Pei Mingxuan become completely passive, without any active playability?

It is impossible for the game to be set up like this, and they must be able to unlock the lock.

Wanting to understand this, He Yuhuan immediately narrowed one eye and looked out of the gap: "It should be outside? It must be somewhere we can see."

Pei Mingxuan bowed his waist, put his head on He Yuhuan's head, supported his back with his hands, and the two observed together.

The field of vision is not wide, only the scattered debris on the ground in front of the wardrobe, and a writing desk not far away.The writing desk is an old style more than ten years ago. There is a large drawer in the space where the chair is placed in the middle. There are four short drawers in vertical rows on each side. flower.

"It must be the number of little red flowers!" He Yuhuan immediately adjusted the password on the lock accordingly.

With a click, the lock opened, and then, the same sound came from overhead.Pei Mingxuan also opened another lock.

He Yuhuan pushed open the wardrobe door, and the room was bright.

Pei Mingxuan's discomfort had long since subsided, he walked out of the closet calmly, and turned around to help He Yuhuan.

He Yuhuan grabbed his hand and was about to get up when his feet clashed instantly...

Oops!He forgot to untie the rope around his ankle.

The upper body had already stuck out of the cabinet door, He Yuhuan's center of gravity was unstable, and he fell straight forward.

What was waiting for him was a warm and generous chest.

Pei Mingxuan opened his hands, caught him firmly, smiled like a spring breeze, and whispered in his ear: "Brother Yuhuan came out of the closet, and me."

This is recording a show!In order to fully demonstrate the status of the guests, the chest microphone radio of "Escape Room" is much better than ordinary programs!

He Yuhuan shoved Pei Mingxuan away in a jerk, only to see that he was pressing his chest tightly, and just after he breathed a sigh of relief, he leaned to the side again.

"Don't move around, I'll untie it for you." Pei Mingxuan put his arms around his waist, bent down and untied the rope on his ankle.

He Yuhuan's waist felt itchy, and he straightened his back: "Thank you, brother Mingxuan."

"You're welcome." Pei Mingxuan straightened his clothes, as if he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his movements, and looked around the environment, "There are two doors, which one do you think we should open?"

This is a room of less than [-] square meters, without any partitions. There is a set of bunk beds against the wall on one side. Next to the bed is the desk that He Yuhuan saw just now. There is a chair directly in front of the desk, and a chair on the side. There are two homework books spread out in the same direction as the two chairs. It seems that there were two people studying at the same table.

Behind the side chairs, there is a small square dining table with only chairs on both sides. It is the same style as the desk chairs. Judging from the number of tableware placed on the table, there should be four people dining. The two chairs on the desk are for moving.

The conditions of this family are too poor...

He Yuhuan was a little uncertain about his inference, and looked up and down the bunk, and found that there were two pillows on each of the two bunks, and then confirmed his inference.

Four people lived in this small house.

Apart from the necessary furniture for life, the contents on the other side of the room looked much more luxurious.

There are colorful paints all over the floor, picture frames piled up in rows, and there is an easel in the middle.

He Yuhuan's younger sister is an art student. He has helped her sister buy painting materials several times, and he understands a little bit. The brands of these paints on the ground are in the upper middle price range, which is obviously far from the consumption level shown by the living environment of this family.

"Here's a cell phone." Pei Mingxuan found an old model cell phone six or seven years ago from the lower bunk. "A password is needed to unlock it."

He Yuhuan ran over and took a look. It was a six-digit numeric code: "This room is not big, but there are too many things."

"What is your mobile phone password?" Pei Mingxuan asked suddenly, "Is it a graphic? If you set a number, what content will it use?"

"Uh..." He Yuhuan choked up for a moment.

His mobile phone password is still a digital password, which is Pei Mingxuan's birthday.

"For six digits, the last two digits of the year of birth, plus the month and day." He Yuhuan concealed, "This kind of password is more common."

Pei Mingxuan smiled: "I think so too. Generally, in order to prevent people around me from cracking it, I don't use my own birthday. I usually use the birthday of the most important person."

Pei Mingxuan stared straight at him, and He Yuhuan almost thought that his little secret had been seen through, so he quickly turned around and picked up the things around him: "Then let's look for it quickly, if there is something with the date of birth on it."

"Here is the date." He Yuhuan opened a picture frame, and saw a set of six-digit numbers on the back, which was the date of a week ago, "Exactly six digits."

Pei Mingxuan entered the number, but before pressing the last digit, his hands froze: "The phone will be locked if the password is wrong, please confirm again."

Staying too close to the male god made my mind go down a bit.He Yuhuan rubbed his head, the back of the painting is obviously the date of completion of the work, so it is very likely that there is one on the back of every pair.

He opened another pair, and sure enough, there were also different six-digit numbers.

What they need to find should be a painting drawn on a special day, but how can they see the particularity of the painting?

There were many sundries scattered on the ground, as if there had been a fierce battle not long ago. He Yuhuan scanned it and confirmed that there were no pieces of glass or broken wood. Together with Pei Mingxuan, he removed the paintings one by one and spread them on the ground superior.

There were a lot of paintings, but many of them were destroyed into a shocking red by crazy brushstrokes. The two put the paintings whose content could not be seen in another pile, leaving only thirteen paintings.

The content of the painting is very uncomfortable. The latest one is a woman who is covered in injuries and curled up into a ball. The next is two children shivering in the dark, clinging to each other like little beasts. The clothes are exposed. The skin is blue and purple.

The thirteen paintings are almost all in this style, and the characters turn over and over are these three people, which makes people breathless.

He Yuhuan couldn't help frowning.

Masterpieces such as The Scream also make people feel uncomfortable. The exaggerated style is the expression of the painter's emotions, but the paintings in front of him are completely realistic, as real as the painter's sketching of the victim.

He Yuhuan had a creepy guess. Could it be that the theme of their story this time is a sadistic painter?

The painter imprisoned the kidnapped women and children, abused them, and used them as materials for paintings.

As if confirming his thoughts, his hand casually stroked the picture frame and touched something sticky.

He Yuhuan looked at the red marks on his fingertips, which seemed to be blood that was about to dry up, and his hair stood on end.

"Are you scared?" Pei Mingxuan smiled lightly and held He Yuhuan's wrist, held it to the tip of his nose and smelled it, "It smells like plasma, it's fake. Smell it."

He Yuhuan was brought into the play by his own imagination, and then he remembered that everything was designed by the program crew, and smelled the "blood" on his hand: "The smell of honey..."

Pei Mingxuan rubbed He Yuhuan's fingertips and wiped off the blood plasma on it: "Yes, the blood plasma made of edible red pigment and honey has a sticky feeling and is not easy to dry. It doesn't matter."

"I always thought it was ketchup. I used to think how sour it would be if I took a bite." He Yuhuan had never acted in a drama that required blood plasma in his previous life, so he had gained experience and said to himself, "So it's sweet."

Pei Mingxuan pressed the chests of the two of them, leaned over slightly, and pretended to pass by sideways: "It's not as sweet as you."