Picked up a little wolf in an escape game

Blindfolded...?

He Lin frowned in displeasure.

"I object, this request is too incredible." Wang Yunzhi blurted out: "If the painter can't see it, he can't draw normally at all. Then what's the point of this game? If you are deliberately making things difficult for us, you will lose The dignity of being an aristocrat."

"Maybe our request is a bit harsh, but who told us that we were the former owners of this castle?" The old woman covered her mouth with her fan and laughed: "At least in this room, no one can negotiate with us. "

He Lin may have realized something, and instead of wasting time arguing with the portraits, he turned his eyes away from Wang Yunzhi and turned to the paint and drawing board—he was using the fastest speed to write down the placement of the paint, and the lines already on the drawing board...

Wang Yunzhi looked at He Lin steadfastly, feeling that he was completing an almost impossible task.

Within a few seconds, the change happened. No one ran out from the portrait to cover He Lin's eyes, but the change did happen——He Lin's original dark gray-green pupils seemed to be covered by something. Lived, turned into a purer black.

"He Lin?" Wang Yunzhi called out worriedly.

"I'm fine." He Lin raised his eyes and looked over blankly, looking for Wang Yunzhi, but he still couldn't meet his gaze: "It's just that I can't see it temporarily."

"..."

"We used a little magic to temporarily take away his vision, and we will give it back to him after the painting is finished," said the old woman.

In this room, these portraits of them are omnipotent gods who can do whatever they want without any constraints, but the players have no rights.

Now that the painter was no longer visible and the model was meaningless, Wang Yunzhi no longer stood there stupidly, but walked over quickly, walked up to He Lin, and put his hand on his shoulder.

He didn't know if He Lin would feel scared in such a situation, but at this time, even if He Lin still had such a fearless mentality, he had to give him some care in the dark.

"Don't worry, you draw very well." Wang Yunzhi tried his best to make himself believe in his own words: "Even if you can't see it, you can definitely draw a perfect work..."

It wasn't until he set his eyes on He Lin's drawing board that he realized that his words might not be pure consolation, but from a certain point of view, they were the truth.

He Lin has already sketched a rough outline on the drawing board, a slender figure, and a flowing blue robe... Very beautiful and accurate brushwork, with elegant spirituality, Wang Yunzhi was stunned when he saw his own portrait for the first time .

"I know." He Lin smiled, there was no trace of fear in his tone, but he returned to his usual playfulness.

His pen tip landed on the drawing board again, adding details. Maybe it was the desperate memory of that moment just now that had an effect. Not visible.

"How...how did you remember?" Wang Yunzhi's eyes were sour, and he was deeply moved. Even in such a desperate situation, He Lin still has a way to tear out a glimmer of life. Such a fierce life force is daunting.

"I measured the distance on the drawing board with my fingers." He Lin said lightly, "As for other details... how can I not remember the teacher's appearance?"

Wang Yunzhi didn't want to disturb his thoughts, so he simply stood quietly behind him and watched him draw.

"The model can leave his post without authorization, but he is not allowed to give the painter even a little hint." Seeing them standing together, the old woman hastily added the rules: "If the model gives the painter a hint, it will be assumed that the painter violated the rules and the game will fail. "

"You worry too much, we don't need it." Wang Yunzhi smiled.

His originally rapid heartbeat is slowly returning to normal. I believe that if there is no accident, He Lin will definitely draw an impeccable painting.

Time passed by every minute and every second. I don't know how long it will take, and the "self" on the canvas is about to take shape.

It is not a completely realistic style of painting, but a bit of impressionism. The figures and faces on the canvas are relatively vague, but very vivid. After Wang Yunzhi puts on this blue robe, he often sees himself in the mirror. He felt that the self drawn by He Lin might be better looking than the real self. Although the face was a bit blurred, it added a layer of hazy poetry to it.

But He Lin has no time for romance. He is dipping a pen in blue paint to complete the final coloring. The blue robe on "Wang Yunzhi" seems to be a color between the blue sky and the sea. He Lin closed his eyes. The eyes, which were originally invisible, were painted with color little by little. The surrounding area of ​​the blue robe has been painted, leaving only a blank area around the heart. Rubbing the face, there is a condensed texture...

He Lin realized that he needed to dip a little more paint, so he lifted the pen and dipped it on the paint board. He had already memorized the placement of the paints of various colors, and there was no possibility of mistake. left……

Wang Yunzhi should have realized earlier that the harshness of the portraits would not stop there, and they would make a final hurdle.

He watched with his own eyes - just when He Lin's pen dipped into the blue paint, the blue paint and the red paint changed positions, and what He Lin dipped was the red paint that was forcibly moved by some kind of magic power.

No matter how clearly he remembered the location of the paint, it was impossible for He Lin to know that such a trick would happen.

Moreover, according to the rules, Wang Yunzhi could not give He Lin even the slightest hint, once he did, the game would be lost.

Wang Yunzhi stood beside He Lin silently, watching him paint the red paint on the chest of "Wang Yunzhi" on the canvas.

"It seems that the artist's painting is about to be completed." The old woman smiled triumphantly, "You are such an amazing young man. Under such circumstances, he was able to draw such a beautiful work. It's a pity that we The judging criteria of the model are very strict, if there is something that is seriously contrary to the actual situation of the model, it will not be passed by us..."

Seriously contrary to the actual situation of the model...

Wang Yunzhi lowered his head and looked at his robe—it was pure blue, a color between the blue sky and the sea, without even a trace of red mixed in. Such a situation would definitely be judged as seriously contradictory.

"I'll give you another 1 minute. After the 1-minute countdown is over, the model must stand where the model should stand, and the artist should put down the brush and hand in the painting." The voice of the old woman became majestic: "Now, The countdown begins."

In an oil painting not far away, a male nobleman began to count down the time. His voice was a bit shrill, counting the seconds in the last minute: "1, 59, 58... thirty, 57..."

Time passed by, and Wang Yunzhi seemed to be nailed in place, unable to move.

If the painting is judged to be unapproved, He Lin will... be imprisoned here and never be able to leave, not for 1000 or 1 years.

He Lin may have sensed his anxiety, but he didn't know what happened. He put the last stroke on the canvas, then turned his head, looked for Wang Yunzhi's direction, and smiled at him.

A familiar smile, a smile that I have often seen since I came to the Death Cube for an adventure together.

Wang Yunzhi didn't dare to look any further, his eyes quickly swept across the ground, and saw something left behind by Bai Jia - the knife that belonged to the knight, that extremely sharp short knife.

Bai Jia once tried to chop the old woman with this knife, but of course he failed. The knife fell to the ground, and before Bai Jia could pick it up, he was caught temporarily in the landscape painting.

Now, the knife was lying alone on the ground, Wang Yunzhi didn't know what it meant, he only knew that it was his last hope.

He suddenly gained strength, strode over, picked up the knife, and took a deep breath—time was running out.

The man in the portrait is still counting down: "21, twenty, nineteen..."

Wang Yunzhi clenched the knife... and stabbed himself.