Paintings of Terror

Since the NPC didn't have any tasks to explain, the time after breakfast was just used to find the seal.

Since the old man Li Taiyong's legs and feet are not very smooth, he temporarily stayed in the Wumei restaurant to drink tea and wait.

At this time, the remaining 10 people gathered in the patio yard.

Because of the real death incident that happened last night, those newcomers who entered the painting for the first time were somewhat fatalistically silent, but at the same time they had the positivity from their survival instincts.

"Does Xiao Mu have any clues?" Qin Ci said first.

Everyone also listened attentively, for some reason they felt that this tall man was not simple.

Mu Yiran raised his head and looked at this oddly shaped tube building: "Only by finding out the clues of death can we find out the location of the seal - Judging from the current situation of 402, the death that happened last night coincides with the fire last year , I don’t know if this counts as a vague law of death.”

Apparently more than one person thought of this question, Sha Liu also nodded: "The concierge specially called everyone together to talk about what happened last year. I think this may be a pattern! —— After each death, the NPC They will be responsible for explaining the 'death template'."

Death template, this term is very novel and appropriate.

Thinking about it carefully, this setting of NPC is actually very cruel. When something happens in a certain room, the old porter will stand up and say: The same thing happened in this room a few years ago, how did that person die that year? , now I understand...

"If the people in every room will be cursed by the former dead in this room, what we need to solve now is—what kind of murders happened in their respective rooms before!" Sha Liu was a little excited, and her eyes swept over everyone present. People, "Before looking for the seal, I think this is the most important thing to be solved right now!"

"However, after the lights are turned off and you are not allowed to visit the house, the only ones who will be in danger in the end are the residents in this room!" It was Xin Miao who spoke, and his face was pale at this time—the only residents of 402 are left now. She is alone.

Wei Dong still couldn't help comforting Xin Miao: "As long as you don't break the rules, it shouldn't be so miserable... Besides, something happened to your room already, so the probability should be smaller."

Qiu Lu also quickly accepted Wei Dong's words: "Yes! They had an accident last night because they randomly dropped by the door! Breaking the rules! We just need to remember the words of the concierge seriously, and if we don't drop by the door after the lights are off, then we should be fine. It's okay!" Qiu Lu seldom spoke so loudly, but at this moment she seemed to be emboldening herself.

Zhishao is the more realistic one among the three poets: "But people still die every day. Doctor Qin said yesterday that if there is no death, everyone will recommend someone..."

Everyone stopped talking.

In the end, Ke Xun said: "From the current situation, there is no obvious law of death. I think we should not be so 'smooth' to go to the meeting to vote."

Mu Yiran glanced at Ke Xun: Are you consoling everyone...

Sha Liu was a little anxious: "Obviously there has been a pattern - the death incident in the room will repeat itself again! If you observe and analyze carefully, you will find clues in the room! For example, those walls that were blackened by smoke before 402, then It is an example of death in the past!"

"There has only been one death incident so far. We are not sure that the so-called death template will definitely be staged in this room, and it must be aimed at the tenants of this room." Ke Xun's eyes did not look at the burning Sha Liu, but glanced at After walking around the stairs at the four corners, he fell into thinking again.

But Mu Yiran continued Ke Xun's words: "Last night there was a strange incident where the stairs disappeared, which should be closely related to the death plan last night, so the scope of the incident is very wide, not limited to the interior of the room. ;Secondly, in addition to the NPC's rigid rules, there must be other death conditions that we don't know about. If someone violates the death conditions outside the room and does not return to his room, will it become another room? What about the prey of the death template?"

Ke Xun looked at Mu Yiran, his eyes had to be subtle, this big guy actually explained the problem for himself just now?And the content is almost the same as what I thought...

"A place outside the room? Why do people appear outside the room in the middle of the night?" Qiu Lu felt terrible when she thought about this question.

But Ke Xun took a meaningful look at Sha Liu: "NPC's regulations are that you are not allowed to visit doors or stairs, that is to say, except for the room where you live, the entire circle of corridors on this floor, and the corridors on this floor. The four stairwells and public toilets are all within the legal scope."

Sha Liu didn't care about Ke Xun seeing her own thoughts, but felt that having a few smart people would make her more at ease: "In this way, if something really happened in a certain room, and the person involved could escape from the room by chance, Then people in other rooms can come to the corridor to help, this is neither door-to-door nor stairs, but to help each other within the legal scope!"

Xin Miao was a little excited after hearing this: "Then can I stay in the corridor all night? I really dare not go back to the house by myself! Tina and the others will die in..."

"If we could stay in the corridor all the time, we wouldn't be allocated rooms," Qin Ci corrected the other party's thinking, "The method Sha Liu said should only be a short-term emergency rescue."

Qiu Lu reacted relatively slowly, and only then did she understand what Sha Liu said, and hurriedly took Xin Miao's hand beside her: "Yes! We girls are powerless, and it will be up to you big men Help!" As he spoke, he pulled Xin Miao's hand vigorously, and Xin Miao hurriedly nodded accordingly.

Shouzhu comforted them and said, "Don't worry, we men are supposed to protect girls."

Zhu Haowen, who hadn't said a word for a long time, suddenly said: "There are no old and young on Huangquan Road, and there are no men and women in this death apartment. There is no reason why anyone should take care of whom."

Qiu Lu felt that her self-esteem was a little frustrated. She glanced at this Japanese man with a comfortable appearance, but what he said was really uncomfortable: "Do you know which cloud is raining? Who can help and who can't?" Definitely! Just like we are taking care of Grandpa Li now, only by supporting each other can we go further!"

"If you were going to flee for your life now, would you support Grandpa Li behind?" Zhu Haowen asked back, "This is Chunsun Apartment, not the so-called Titanic."

Wei Dong quickly patted his roommate: "Come on, don't bother, do you understand, what they said has nothing to do with the two of us!" Then he looked at Sha Liu, "We live on the sixth floor, according to The statement that the floors cannot be connected is tantamount to being isolated by you."

Sha Liu rolled her eyes: "Then tell me about your 616's strange phenomenon first, and we will help you figure out a solution first!"

Wei Dong thought for a while, and he didn't find anything weird about the 616 he was in besides the headache and chest tightness: "Our room is quite clean, but I feel panicky, Ke Er, you can go in and try it later. try?"

"Okay, just now Grandpa Li gave me a bottle of Danshen Dropping Pills, I'll go up and take a look with it in my mouth..." Before Ke Xun could finish speaking, Zhu Haowen said, "Our house has been deformed."

Ke Xun: "What the hell?"

After hearing this, everyone had different expressions: What is deformed?Do you think this is an apartment Transformer?

Mu Yiran stared at Zhu Haowen: "Deformation?"

Zhu Haowen nodded: "I started looking for the seal as soon as I entered the room last night, so I remember the approximate location and angle of the room. After waking up in the morning, the outer wall of the room was slightly tilted inward, and many of them were placed against the wall. The positions of the items have moved slightly, and the angle between the wall and the ground is no longer the standard 90 degrees, and it seems to be changing at an acute angle."

Many people took a while to digest before they understood Zhu Haowen's words.

Wei Dong was the most surprised. He didn't expect that the person who shared the room with him was actually an extraordinary person. He originally wanted to say "Brother, I will rely on you in the future", but he was afraid that the other party would come back with the sentence "There are no brothers in Chunsun Apartment", so he didn't Say nothing.

Mu Yiran said: "Let's go back to our respective rooms to check it now, think about the difference from last night, and look for the seal in the room by the way - gather at the restaurant at lunch, and concentrate the changes or abnormalities in the room Let's get up and discuss."

Everyone thought it made sense, and Zhu Haowen nodded accordingly.

Ke Xun and Mu Yiran returned to 411 again. The fourth floor is the floor with the most residents in the team. In addition to 411, there are 410 where Sha Liu and Qiu Lu live, and 402 where only Xin Miao lives.

If the range of activities is limited to this floor, in terms of physical strength and reaction ability, Ke Xun and Mu Yiran are undoubtedly the best on this floor, and the other three are all women. In Qiu Lu's words: Obviously, they need to be object of protection.

Sha Liu said a lot just now, in fact, she just wanted to bring the topic to this.

Ke Xun didn't think too much about it, if he really saw his companions in danger, he would never stand idly by - no one needs to remind and emphasize this point.

"Do you know anything about the painter and this painting?" Ke Xun turned on the electric fan, and opened the door and small windows, which allowed some air to circulate in the stuffy room.

Mu Yiran carefully observed the corners of the room, and seemed to find nothing different from last night, especially the angle between the wall and the ground, and there was nothing wrong with it.

"Breaking Ground is not a painting."

"Don't tell me, it's actually a horror movie." Ke Xun faced the electric fan, and the sound diffused in a circular illusion.

Mu Yiran paused, and finished his words: ""Broken Earth" is not a single painting, but a series of works. It tells about the author's growing environment when he was young. The 12 paintings are all very life-like works. .”

"12 paintings?"

"The Breaking Ground series consists of 12 paintings. In the paintings, there are street scenes of the author's childhood life, food stalls, barbershops, etc., which record the lives of ordinary people."

"Is Chunsun Apartment mentioned in it? Or a cylindrical building like this?" Ke Xun asked.

"I haven't seriously studied those 12 paintings. Compared with the magical realism paintings of the painter Luo Bin, these 12 paintings seem ordinary because they are too real." In Mu Yiran's mind, several famous paintings of the painter emerged. The paintings are often full of mysterious and grotesque colors, but they also have profound social and historical significance behind them.

"Did you see any scenes before you entered the painting?" Ke Xun tried hard to recall what he saw at the time, "such as electric fans or children dancing rubber bands."

"I don't see as much as you. Except for the label "Broken Earth" in the corner of the painting, I vaguely saw a..." Mu Yiran frowned, and felt that the image was a bit strange, even Funny: "A bamboo shoot."

"Bamboo shoots?" Ke Xun really doesn't remember seeing anything related to bamboo shoots after he came to the apartment, "Bamboo shoots, could it be related to Chunsun apartment?"

Mu Yiran didn't answer, but stared at the old-fashioned writing desk in front of him: "There is a word engraved on this desk."

"A word Zao?" Ke Xun also came over, and saw that there was indeed a word engraved on his desk - Gui, which seemed to be engraved with a ballpoint pen, because there were obvious traces of ultramarine blue in it.

The characters are carved deeply, and I don’t know how long it took to repeatedly draw them with a fragile ballpoint pen. Every stroke is deeply carved into the table. You can imagine how strong desires, even hatred, the writers have.