Paintings of Terror

The internal structure of the castle is very complicated. After Ke Xun and the others went up to the fourth floor, they passed through a long open-air corridor before seeing Mi Wei who stretched out her hand to greet everyone.

The other end of the corridor is connected to a cylindrical building. Fortunately, it is very bright during the day. Although it is not sure where the light source is, the indoor situation of the semi-circular hall is clear at a glance without any dead ends.

The other half circle is a room with a closed door, the color of the door is eye-catching blood red.

Because of the indication and reminder of this color, everyone dare not open the door easily, for fear of causing the consequences of polluting the color.

Xin Beibei suddenly screamed, and jumped to hide behind Ke Xun - under the red door, a small piece of red liquid flowed out, like a pool of sticky blood.

Everyone was far away from the door, but their eyes were all staring at the red liquid overflowing from the bottom of the door. The liquid seemed to be still flowing slowly, and it was hard to imagine what happened inside the door.

"It's not blood." Mu Yiran's voice was still slightly cold.

Ke Xun looked into each other's eyes: it's not blood, it's the color that belongs to this room.

"According to the previous practice, once a death event occurs, the color of the door will turn gray and white, which is the room where the NPC said it lost its color." Zhu Haowen's voice suddenly sounded, and he looked at Ke Xun: "We can only judge now , Zhang Tianwei may not be dead."

There were only Zhang Tianwei and He Yu in the red room at the beginning. This morning, the bedroom they lived in had lost its color, including the red workshop on the first floor.

What does this bloody red door that popped out of nowhere represent?

"However, there is no one among us who represents red, and no one is qualified to open this door at present." Qin Ci looked at the red door, which was much taller and wider than the previous doors, and standing in it gave people a sense of weight. oppression.

Ke Xun carefully looked at the position of the door gap: "The doors before us didn't have inner or outer locks, and this door should be the same. It's only because there is no wind in this world that it is tightly closed."

"But how do we open it?" Wei Dong's eyes searched around, hoping to find a medium like a wooden stick to pierce the door open.

Perhaps it was Ke Xun's words that reminded Mu Yiran, and Mu Yiran's eyes lit up slightly: "We can try to create wind."

Ke Xun understood it, and had already reached the junction of the hall and the corridor. There was actually a wooden door here, probably because it was open all the year round, so people would ignore it.

Mu Yiran also came over, followed by Zhu Haowen, and the three of them worked together to quickly push the heavy wooden door and close it, trying to send some "wind" into the hall.

"It worked!" At this time, the red door had been opened wide by the "wind", and Qin Ci and Wei Dong also came to help.

Mi Wei thought of something, and closed the glass windows on both sides of the hall, leaving the air vent at the door.

The five men worked together to quickly push the heavy wooden door open. This time, a clear air flow was formed, and the red door opened silently.

Although the door was opened, all the people did not dare to walk in easily, but stood outside the door and looked in.

Soon, Xin Beibei's screams resounded throughout the castle.

In the empty semi-circular room, there is only one extra-large glass jar, which is filled with red liquid. For some unknown reason, the liquid continuously overflows from the mouth of the jar and fills the entire ground, and the excess is diffused. out of the room.

The red liquid is not viscous, and it is even somewhat translucent in the glass jar, and a person can be vaguely seen soaking in it.

The person in the tank is standing upright in the liquid, and his limbs are suspended. Because of the barrier of the red liquid, it is impossible to see its original color.

It's not so much a person, it's more like some kind of biological specimen.

Everyone seemed to be able to distinguish the vague facial features of the specimen, but no one made a sound.

Finally, Qin Ci said, "It's Zhang Tianwei."

With tears in her eyes, Mi Wei tightly covered her mouth with her hands, and nodded.

Xin Beibei's distraught cry sounded again.

"Let's go back first, the people in the work room will be worried." Zhu Haowen looked at Xin Beibei: "You are screaming too loudly."

Ke Xun pulled Mu Yi and took a few steps back, the red liquid was still slowly spreading out: "Why does the liquid in the jar increase for no reason?"

It's almost like there is some kind of water inlet attached to the bottom.

Mu Yiran: "The red maker should be Zhang Tianwei, these liquids may be produced from him."

Mu Yiran's eyes stayed on the handmade clock on the wall for a while, and then he walked out of the hall with Ke Xun, his hands were pressed warmly all the time, before Mu Yiran wanted to break free, he saw Ke Xun approaching him: " You found that clock too? It's exactly the same as the one in our hall."

"The only difference is the background color on the dial," Mu Yiran looked at Ke Xun, the other party had already let go of his hand, but closed his eyes with his eyes, Mu Yiran's eyes relaxed slightly , turned elsewhere.

Zhu Haowen's voice came from behind: "The background color of the dial here is bright red, and the background color of the dial in the hall during breakfast today is a slightly green color."

Mi Wei also joined the discussion: "That greenish color is actually cyan, a combination of blue and green."

"Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple. Cyan is indeed between green and blue." Qin Ci followed everyone through the open-air corridor, "What can the patterns and colors of these clocks explain?"

The red dial in the semi-circular hall may be related to the red color "made" by Zhang Tianwei, so what does the blue dial in the restaurant represent?There is no such color as cyan in the five rooms.

When they returned to the dining room, the four people in the workshop were already waiting at the table. Guo Lixia took the lead and asked, "What the hell happened to those groaning voices just now?"

Before Xin Beibei came out of the shock, she threw herself into Shi Zhendong's arms: "I was scared to death, I was really scared to death, Zhang Tianwei's body was soaked in a colored bottle, and a lot of blood came out ..."

Qin Ci briefly described the scene just now. The expressions of the four people were very complicated after hearing it, and no one had the courage to go to the scene to take a look.

While comforting his girlfriend, Shi Zhendong discussed with everyone: "Why did Zhang Tianwei and He Yu die in different ways? He Yu died very directly, including the entire room losing its color, but Zhang Tianwei...why was he treated like that?"

"Besides, how did Zhang Xuechang's body be taken away? Why didn't we hear anything?" Ye Ningchenyi's lips were a little pale. She had believed that Zhang Tianwei might not be dead before, but she didn't expect him to be dead. Fell into such a horrible end.

"Did you find a problem just now," said Mi Wei, who was the calmest among the girls, "Senior Tianwei is very tall, at least 1 meters tall by visual inspection, but that bottle... I made an inappropriate analogy, Mi Wei looked between Ke Xun and Mu Yiran, and finally turned to Ke Xun, "That paint bottle is about as tall as Brother Ke."

Ke Xun directly reported his height: "I am 1 meters." Looking at Mu Yiran beside him, he whispered, "I accidentally grew a centimeter this year, and I was 88 meters when I was in college. .”

Mu Yiran glanced at Ke Xun, as if to say: Then I am taller than you.

Mi Wei cleared her throat, and continued: "Even if the bottle is 1 meters tall, the senior Tianwei in it looks much shorter than his actual height. He is suspended in the liquid, with the top of his head and the bottom of his feet. Wealthy, add up to at least 90 centimeters."

Qin Ci also nodded: "I also discovered this problem. At that time, I thought it was the visual difference caused by the refraction of the glass, but now that I think about it, in the cylindrical glass tank, the objects inside should look bigger than they actually are. "

Mu Yiran: "The reason why the red liquid can flow out continuously is probably obtained from Zhang Tianwei's body—this should be a kind of consumption for the corpse itself."

These analyzes sound rational, but they are cruel torture to emotional humans.

"Unlucky, what a disaster!" Guo Lixia didn't even feel like eating fruit.

"I'm still saying the same thing, how did Senior Zhang's body get out of the door last night?" Ye Ningchen clung to this question, "If you want to open the door and go out, there must be some movement."

"I think the exit of delivery should be the window," Zhu Haowen remained expressionless. "Only the window of the red bedroom is open. This should not be a coincidence."

When Xin Beibei heard Zhu Haowen's words, she suddenly cheered up from the panic: "The window can only be opened from the inside out. I have noticed the window in our room. There is a latch on it. If outsiders come in, they have to go through it." door."

"Why must it be an outsider who opens the window?" Zhu Haowen looked at Xin Beibei with cold eyes.

"You mean, Zhang Tianwei and He Yu opened the window to kill themselves?" Xin Beibei was a little annoyed.

Zhu Haowen didn't bother to visit her again: "People have 1 reasons to open their windows, not all of them are for courting death."

Shi Zhendong was trying to smooth things over, when suddenly a familiar sound of music came, and the voice of the NPC was still sweet: "Everyone has worked hard, now is the time to eat fruit, please stop your work and come to the lobby to enjoy fresh and delicious fruits!"

No one was in the mood to eat fruit, so Mi Wei looked at the clock hanging on the wall: "I only noticed this clock during breakfast today. At that time, I felt that the color of the pattern on the clock face had changed, but I really couldn't remember what happened before. What's it like?"

Everyone raised their heads to look at the classical handmade clock on the wall. It has a large round surface with a light cyan pattern on it. Ye Ning Chenyi was a little surprised: "When did this clock become this color? Last night's dinner It's still bright orange!"

Everyone's heart trembled, not knowing what the color change of the clock indicated.

Miao Zipei, who has always been quiet, suddenly said: "This clock had no patterns at first, only a white clock face and black hands. I noticed the color change yesterday evening. Orange patterns were suddenly distributed on the clock face. At that time, I Tell He Yu and Zhang Tianwei about this change, everyone finds it strange."

Everyone listened quietly to Miao Zipei's words, Wei Dong couldn't help asking: "Then when did the blue color change?"

"When I came down from upstairs this morning, I looked at the clock immediately, and the patterns had turned blue." Miao Zipei, as an art student, has really strong observation skills. The same changes are taking place in the halls of the