Picked up a little wolf in an escape game

Wang Yunzhi looked in the direction he pointed - a painting hanging on the wall over there, the character in the painting was a gorgeously dressed, old lady.This was originally a profile portrait, the old woman was facing the audience sideways, however, her posture is slowly changing now, in the eyes of everyone, she turned her head and turned into a full face Facing the audience, and then smiling at the four players.

The smile on that aging face was a little scary, a malicious smile, the eyes narrowed, and the wrinkles seemed to be getting deeper.

"Ah—" Lin Xueer covered her face and screamed.

It seemed that they were startled by her screams, and the other portraits gradually reacted. They also moved, and turned their faces to Lin Xue'er in unison.

The light in the room was already dim, so doing it like this would be really scary.

"Oh, where did this little girl come from?" The old woman in the portrait put away her smile and began to speak. The words she said may have been automatically translated, so that all players can understand Chinese: "I thought it was a fresh and juicy child when I heard the voice, but I didn't expect it to be a dry skeleton. I can't even eat it. It's really boring."

"Hahahahahaha..." The rest of the portraits laughed.

After they spoke, the original weird and terrifying atmosphere seemed to have subsided a lot, and it seemed less scary, but since the old woman said "cannibalism", Wang Yunzhi felt that he couldn't take it lightly.

"What do you mean, do you want to eat me?" Lin Xueer said angrily, "No, no, do you want to eat them?"

Bai Jia was so frightened that he went crazy. He raised the knife in his hand, pointed at the paintings closest to him, and shouted tremblingly, "You...don't come here! I have a knife in my hand ! We are just players, no malicious intentions! As long as you don't come over, we can discuss it~!"

The old woman's smile became a little more kind: "Silly boy, we are all inside the portrait, how could we possibly walk over it? The portrait is hung on the wall and cannot be moved, right?"

"Yes, also..." Bai Jia immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that the portrait would not rush at him like other ghosts.

"However." The old woman changed her subject: "Who told you that if we don't go over, we can't hurt you?"

Bai Jia was taken aback by her words, and lost his mind all of a sudden. He screamed, raised his knife awkwardly, and slashed at the old lady's portrait!

The tip of the knife pierced the portrait, but it couldn't penetrate it at all. It only slid on the smooth surface, and the old lady didn't dodge in the portrait, and she was unscathed.

"It's so naive. I haven't seen such a naive child for a long time. He actually thinks he can hurt us?" The old woman coughed and put on a more dignified tone: "We used to be the masters of this castle. , with a noble status and a glorious title, and has been dead for many years now, how could it be possible to be hurt by you?"

"Sorry, ma'am." Wang Yunzhi said, "We are just players, there is no malice, my teammates are just scared, please forgive me."

"Hahahahahahaha..." The other portraits laughed in unison again.

"Young man, aren't you curious about how our portraits will hurt you?" The old woman's tone softened.

"..." Curiosity is of course curiosity, but you can't say that you are curious about how you died...

"Look over there, is there a painting that is different from ours?" The old woman raised her hand and pointed to the side.

Wang Yunzhi looked in the direction she pointed, and he saw a landscape painting hanging in the middle of several portraits. The scene in the painting was a peaceful pastoral scene, with no one on it.

"Players, do you feel that there is something missing in that painting?" The old woman asked proudly.

"Lack of characters?" Lin Xueer guessed boldly.

"Yes." The old woman nodded with a smile.

Before she continued, Wang Yunzhi had guessed countless terrifying possibilities.

"Yes, as long as we want, we can also get you into the painting at any time and become the characters in that landscape painting." The old woman said kindly: "From then on, you can never get rid of the imprisonment of that painting, Never get out of this room..."

Being imprisoned in the Death Cube is already terrifying, let alone being imprisoned in a painting in a room in a castle in a cube in the Death Cube... Such nested confinement is just a little imagination One moment, Wang Yunzhi was out of breath.

"However, your luck is very good. We are all benevolent nobles, and we don't want to torture people for fun." The old woman shook her head, showing a smug smile: "Fortunately, you didn't meet our offspring, and The current owner of this castle, Bluebeard... is so lucky. Next, your fate depends entirely on whether you can please us. As long as you complete the game I want you to play, you may be able to get out of the room permission of..."

Sure enough, in the final analysis, we still have to play games.

"What game?" He Lin asked.

"Young man, look at this room, it's full of portraits, of course we can only play the game of drawing." The old woman pointed to the corner of the room, where there was a complete set of painting tools, including vertical ones. A snow-white drawing board with canvas stretched on it, as well as paints and brushes.

"The four of you can draw lots, or you can volunteer. In short, one person must be elected to be the painter, and the other must be the model. The painter will draw the model's portrait, and then all our portraits will judge whether the painting is good or not." The old man The woman said: "If it is finally judged by us that the painting is not good, then I am sorry. We will punish the artist and imprison him in that landscape painting. As for the remaining three people, we may let us go. If In the end, it was judged by us that the painting was very good, correct and vivid, that is to everyone's satisfaction, and we will allow the four of you to leave the room."

"No... no, this is too much! How much pressure must be endured by a person who is elected as a painter! And in the end, only the painter is punished!" Bai Jia exclaimed, unbelievable that there are still such people in the world. Bully rule: "If so, who would want to be a painter! No one would! Poor painters!"

"That's true." The old lady smiled gracefully: "So, people who enter this room will fight each other because they don't want to become a painter, or collectively recommend the most unpopular person to become a painter..."

"The most unpopular person..." The knife in Bai Jia's hand fell to the ground: "Then, isn't that me... Teacher Yunzhi, Mr. He Lin, and Ms. Lin have long been teammates, and they have a good relationship , only I was the last to join alone, and I have never contributed to the team... I... I will definitely become a painter..."

"Okay." He Lin didn't want to waste time, and immediately interrupted Bai Jia's crying: "I volunteer to become a painter."

"No, let's draw lots." Wang Yunzhi immediately objected.

"We don't draw lots." He Lin said, "Teacher, are you so confident that you can draw better than me?"

"..." Wang Yunzhi also knew that lottery = self-recommendation. He really didn't know much about Huahua, but subconsciously wanted to prevent He Lin from taking risks.

"I have taken an oil painting course, and my grades are not bad. I should be the best candidate." He Lin smiled: "And, if the teacher is willing to be my model, we will win."

In this case, rounding up is equivalent to expressing his feelings again, but Wang Yunzhi didn't care about blushing at this time, he just felt nervous.

"Then it's decided like this. It's also the first time I've seen someone voluntarily become a painter. Young people, you are very interesting." The old woman squinted her eyes and put on a stylized tone: "Player He Lin, congratulations Become the painter of this room, player Wang Yunzhi, congratulations on becoming the model of this room."

"Huh..." Bai Jia let out a long breath of relief, never thinking that he escaped like this, he looked gratefully at He Lin and Wang Yunzhi, and was about to thank him, but was interrupted by the old woman's voice up.

"When the painter and the model are painting, the two useless members should go and stay in the painting first!"

As soon as her majestic words ended, all the characters in the oil painting collectively began to chant words, and as they chanted, the landscape painting emitted a strange light.

"Ahhhhhh...don't! You all go away, I hate it to death!" Lin Xueer screamed.

Before Lin Xueer and Bai Jia could escape or resist, their figures disappeared from the room.At the same time, on the landscape painting, two small human figures appeared—one is a cute little skeleton, the other is a pale knight, standing in the field with distorted movements, all of them looked terrified , and would not move, just froze there.

"You..." Wang Yunzhi walked to the painting and looked at it worriedly for a long time, fearing that his teammates would suffocate to death inside.

"Don't worry, this is only temporary. I don't want them to make noise and disturb the artist's painting." The old woman announced coldly, "Now, let's start painting."

Although He Lin was in the most dangerous situation, he was the calmest one. He didn't say much, sat down in front of the drawing board, rolled up the sleeves of his black robe, picked up the pen, and his movements were standard. There was no tremor in the fingers.

Seeing his calm look, Wang Yunzhi let go of half of his worries. He walked to the opposite side of He Lin, stood still, and said in a low voice, "If you have any request, just ask. Now it's up to you."

Since I am a model, it is necessary to meet the requirements of the painter and find the best angle and position.

"No requirement." He Lin smiled at him: "Teacher, you can just stand like this."

"Okay." Wang Yunzhi felt a little guilty for no reason.

After all, it was a critical moment of life and death. He Lin's eyes lost the sarcasm of the past, but became calmer. Holding the pen in his right hand, he raised his eyes and looked at Wang Yunzhi.

Inexplicably, Wang Yunzhi felt that this gaze was unprecedentedly gentle. The room was a bit dark, and He Lin's gaze glowed with a strange light in the shadow, which was very beautiful.

Then he heard a further grim demand from the portraits: "The painter must be blindfolded."