Paintings of Terror

Du Lingyu has not struggled out of the nightmare reality for a long time, did Xi Shengnan kill Xiayu?Obviously when everyone first came to this world, Xiayu was already dead?Even if all the emotional color is put aside, this matter is not established, because Xi Shengnan has no time to commit the crime.

Du Lingyu rubbed her temples, and she was prone to migraines whenever she was highly stressed. This time, not only migraines, but also tinnitus in this side of the ear.

Du Lingyu finally managed to calm himself down a little, only to realize that Cao Youning had gotten up and stood beside the bed at some point, he was as bewildered as himself, not so much sadness and fear, but more of a feeling for the world. The humble at a loss.

Mu Yiran seemed to be talking to the brigade officer. Du Lingyu listened to each word, but found that his comprehension ability was really poor, and Mu Yiran seemed to be talking in a devious way on purpose, he seemed to be avoiding What, and tried every means to make the other party understand his intentions.

By the way, it's the time. Mu Yiran can't talk about the time directly with the people in the Lantern Brigade, so he mostly uses words like "light on, light off" to express it.

Fortunately, the brigade officer's understanding ability is much stronger than Du Lingyu's. At this time, he nodded and said: "I understand that although Xi Shengnan is suspected of murder, she is also a victim. Besides, the deceased has passed away... I I will send someone to bring the magnifying glass in a while, and we must find a way to find out the source of this poison from medical books."

magnifier?Mu Yiran actually asked for a magnifying glass, and it was from the brigade officer.Du Lingyu felt incredible, and gradually understood why these old members were able to experience so many paintings together. In addition to the tacit cooperation of the team, having an excellent leader is also a necessary element.

The brigade officer was about to leave at last, he turned his head and said to everyone: "I will send someone to put the dead body into the coffin in a while, freeze it first, and then put it into the frozen ground for safety."

It seems that this is the ultimate way this world preserves the dead.

Lu Heng wiped his eyes and said, "Can we send it off then?"

Brigadier officer: "Yes."

The door opened and closed, and there were only twelve members left in the room, as well as Xi Shengnan who was slowly becoming stiff on the bed.

"Why? I really can't figure it out." It was Luo Kuo who spoke, and he hugged Xinchun tightly at this time: "When we came, that flawed jade was already dead. Why did sister Xi's knife be on her body? And those two knives were brought in from the outside world! This time is not right at all!"

"So, the time in this world is completely disordered, and it is precisely because of this disorder that the residents here become ignorant of time." Shao Ling said.

"If they really ignore time, why do they have such an important ceremony of turning on and off the lights?" Zhu Haowen said, "I think they are more afraid of time, or even in awe, so the time-related Everything will be listed as taboo."

Mu Yiran walked to the side of the wooden cabinet, looked at the pile of incense ashes in the corner, and half of the incense that was slowly burning in the ashes: "The second incense has only burned a small half."

"What is the length of the second stick?" Qin Ci asked.

Mu Yiran took out a long, unburned incense stick: "I took the incense according to this length, and I marked it with a pen. A section can burn for about 4 hours. Last night I used a 5 times the length of the incense stick, that is to say, it can burn for 20 hours under normal circumstances."

"Yes, only in this way can we make up the 24 hours of day and night." Qin Ci pondered.

Qin Ci came over and took a closer look at the burning incense. It can be seen that this incense has not been extinguished last night: "According to the current length, there are about three-fifths of the total length left, that is to say, last night The incense burnt for only 8 hours."

Cao Youning rubbed his eyes: "I think I slept for a long time last night, definitely more than 8 hours."

Many people also expressed the same feeling.

Luo Kui looked at Ke Xun who was standing next to him: "Brother, have we counted a day or half a day now? There were 4 hours in the daytime yesterday, plus the 8 hours after the lights were turned off, that's only 12 hours, isn't it? There are two groups of day and night in a day here?"

Ke Xun seemed to think of something: "I'll go and see the seven lines carved on the wall outside us, maybe something has changed."

Du Lingyu really didn't want to stay in a room with a dead person. Although the dead person was very close to him before he was alive, he was dead when he died. It's one thing to feel uncomfortable, but another to be with the corpse.

Du Lingyu couldn't restrain the fear in his heart, when he saw Ke Xun going out, he followed him out.

The bright lights of yesterday's day had been restored outside, Du Lingyu followed closely behind Ke Xun, a tall man could always give people a sense of security.

Ke Xun came to the wall of the corridor, and there were still 7 vertical lines deeply engraved on it, which had not changed at all.

Ke Xun's index finger touched these 7 vertical lines, feeling the sharp bumps: "I always feel that these 7 lines have a story, and there must be clues hidden in them."

The light makes people feel warm and at ease. Du Lingyu felt that his body was gradually warming up. At this time, he also carefully observed the 7 lines on the wall.

"Do you think that these 7 lines were not drawn by the same person." Du Lingyu expressed his opinion.

Ke Xun observed carefully, and found that the first three lines were drawn straight and strong, while the last four lines were slightly oblique, some were slightly shorter, and some were slightly shallower. It seemed that they were not drawn by the same person.

Du Lingyu pursed his slightly dry lips, pointed to the seventh vertical line with slightly trembling fingers and said, "You can see that this line is very shallow, and it slopes sharply to the lower left corner, just like when I write Arabic numerals. like my habit..."

The latter words may make people feel unlucky, but Du Lingyu still said it: "I don't know why, but I always feel that the last line looks like I drew it."

Ke Xun couldn't help turning his face to look at Du Lingyu. He didn't know why this girl made such a sudden remark.

"I don't know, maybe it's a girl's intuition." Du Lingyu forced a smile, this topic is a bit scary, and I don't have a solid basis, "Anyway, when I was young, I learned to write numbers in matt At that time, my mother strictly asked me to write according to the diagonal line, so all the numbers I wrote were very inclined... Besides, I think that although the wall is made of wood, it is also very strong wood. I think it is impossible for me to write. Draw a path as deep as the first few lines..."

Du Lingyu gradually stopped talking, feeling that the hairs on his face were about to stand up, and felt nervous and uncomfortable for no reason.

Ke Xun stretched out his hand, paused in mid-air, and then patted Du Lingyu's shoulder lightly: "In the world in the painting, crying and nervousness are useless, we have to go all out to find clues if we want to save our lives. However, I think the analysis you just made is very useful."

Du Lingyu tried hard not to tremble: "Thank you."

"In fact, everyone has their own characteristics and potential. If everyone can bring these out, then we will not be far from painting." Ke Xun's eyes are still looking at the seven lines on the wall. Since Du Lingyu After making the remarks just now, Ke Xun always felt that these 7 lines were also looking at him.

Du Lingyu nodded, and wrapped the old cotton robe tightly around her body, which made herself feel warmer: "Also, when I woke up in the morning, I smelled some strange fragrance from Sister Xi's position."

"fragrance?"

"Yes, that scent is very special, completely different from the one we lighted at night, and the scent is very light, it may be difficult for ordinary people to smell it." Du Lingyu subconsciously smelled his clothes Sleeve, "My clothes still have a little smell, probably because I was closest to Sister Xi last night."

Ke Xun looked at Du Lingyu intently: "Have you always been so sensitive to fragrance?"

Du Lingyu nodded: "I am more interested in perfumes. I have been taking fragrance classes in my spare time for the past two years, so I may be more keen on capturing the smell."

When Ke Xun and Du Lingyu returned to the room, Qin Ci was flipping through the medical book, because the words on it were very small, Qin Ci squinted his eyes and looked at it with difficulty: "I didn't read this book carefully yesterday. This book, I just discovered that the first half of this book is about medicine, and the second half is about poison."

Ke Xun gently interrupted Qin Ci: "Xiao Du has some research on fragrance, and she smells a strange fragrance from Xi Shengnan's body."

After Qin Ci heard this, he hurriedly turned back a few pages: "There is a part here that specifically records the use of spices as poisons. Could it be..."

All eyes were on Qin Ci, and the whole room could only hear the sound of turning the pages of a book, page by page, like the hands of a clock ticking slowly.

As the sound stopped abruptly, Qin Ci's hand stopped on a certain page and stopped turning the book: "It's so strange, someone tore off a page."

Everyone gathered together to look at it, and saw that a certain page of the medical book was torn out neatly, because it was torn very far inward, so it would be impossible to find it without turning to this page.

Qin Ci looked at the previous page and the next page: "These records are all about the method of using spices to make poison, and the page torn out should be the same."

Everyone was silent for a long time, and it was Wei Dong who finally spoke: "That is to say, the murderer secretly tore up this page, then used spices to make poison according to the above recipe, and poisoned Xi Shengnan to death last night?

"However, how did the murderer do it? There are so many people in our house, if he uses incense to poison us, he will poison us all. It is impossible to poison only one Xi Shengnan."

What Weidong said made sense, and it was really hard to explain this matter.

Qin Ci walked to the side of Xi Shengnan's body, lifted the cloth towel and took a closer look: "According to the condition of her poisoning, I think she should have taken a lot of poison. Only when the poison enters the body can it cause such serious consequences."

"Doctor Qin, do you mean that Sheng Nan ate poison?" Lu Heng said, "We all ate together all the time, and she didn't eat anything else alone."

Shao Ling: "Let's think about it carefully, and don't let go of any details. The thing about the lack of two knives in that set of knives was caused by our negligence. Everyone think about it, yesterday we were eating or drinking. Did Xi Shengnan stay with everyone all the time?"

When everyone was frowning and thinking hard, Mai Peng suddenly said: "I see, maybe it's the bottle of hot sauce. She seemed to be the only one who ate the hot sauce yesterday."

Hearing this, Qin Ci took out the bottle of hot sauce from the cabinet with a cloth towel, and opened the lid that was fastened on it.

A spicy smell permeated the room, Du Lingyu came forward, frowned and sniffed it carefully: "Because the spicy smell covered up the smell, the smell has faded a lot, but there is still a little bit, it is Xi The smell of my sister."

Mai Peng sighed: "Among us, sister Xi and I are the only ones who eat spicy food. I didn't dare to touch chili because of a bad cold yesterday, so she ate it alone."

It’s not that the old members don’t eat a little chili, but the label on this bottle of hot sauce says: Extra spicy hot sauce, so it’s daunting.

Qin Ci took out a set of needles from his package: "There are special poison test needles here, which seem to be special products of this world."

Mai Peng was a little puzzled: "Isn't it only possible to test arsenic with silver needles? Sister Xi should not be poisoned with arsenic."

Qin Ci: "This is not a silver needle. The color and texture of these needles are very special. They should be special poison test needles. Let me have a try."

In the end, the whole body of the needle stuck in the hot sauce turned black.