The punk-style young man is called Jiang Xiu, and the young man beside him is his younger brother Jiang Ping.
Where Jiang Xiu was, there was an empty space beside him, and all the players who came to this instance to place their bets consciously avoided them, only casting awe-inspiring gazes from time to time.
Since some dungeons will be settled before the end, seeing the ending, if someone bets a moment before the end, it will be a sure profit. In order to maintain the so-called balance principle, there will be a time limit when the dungeon starts the gambling live broadcast, and only within this time limit can bets be placed. Once the time limit is over, the betting ends. Players who have already placed bets can only wait for the end of the copy to view the results. Players who have not placed bets cannot place bets anymore and can only watch the projection.
Perhaps it was because the other initial players didn't have a gambling interface, and the live broadcast angle stayed on Sun Shi's side without switching. When Sun Shi finished exploring the art exhibition with the three initial players, the time limit for placing bets was coming soon.
Players in the building here began to bet one after another, and Jiang Xiu also took out some points and threw them into the betting pool.
"The diary is not old, and the handwriting doesn't have many signs of fading. Although this is normal, they ignore the age of these paintings in the exhibition - the earliest paintings are all ten years ago. The diary must be at least ten years old. , There is a problem with this diary. Low-level dungeons generally only have the difficulty of finding clues, and Sun Shi was limited by experience and vision, so he never thought that there would be problems with clues.”
Jiang Xiu sneered: "Now it seems that low-level players are low-level players, and they are stupid without knowing it."
"It's impossible for them to survive a copy that exceeds the difficulty."
After hearing Jiang Xiu's judgment, one minute before the end of the betting, Jiang Ping nodded dully, threw the points into the betting pool without hesitation, and chose "Failed to pass the level".
In the dungeon's betting pool, the number of bets who "failed to pass the level" increased rapidly.
It will be dark.
The corridor was lit with not-so-bright warm yellow lights as always, and the portraits hung peacefully on both sides, passing the whole day in peace and stability. The tranquility makes the whole hotel more and more strange, like a dormant beast.
The man leaned half against a mirror with a calm expression, and his silver hair was even colder under the light of the corridor. He was copying the pocket of his jacket with one hand, and raised the other hand, holding the cigarette lightly in his bony hand.
The dense smoke rose beside his indifferent face, and the sparks slowly spread to the tip of the cigarette, which was extinguished cleanly by Yan Mingguang.
He lowered his eyes and picked up the swallow necklace hanging around his neck. The dark black eyes moved slightly.
He didn't do anything, just looked at it for a while, then stuffed the necklace into his collar, and turned back to the room.
Yan Wei sat in front of the desk, Gao Ming stood aside and watched. All the clues they had in the past two days were scattered on the table, and the portrait of the artist was spread out there like that. The man in the portrait had a bright smile revealing a little bit of gloom.
As soon as Yan Mingguang entered the door, Yan Wei's clear voice rang out.
As soon as the young man raised his hand, he caught the coin that he had tossed countless times just now, chuckled lightly, and said, "I figured it out, I don't believe it's that simple."
Gao Ming was taken aback: "Isn't it digging out eyes and filling in paintings?"
"It's eye digging to fill in the painting," Yan Wei said, "but the clue of the stairs... I don't think it's in the painting, so it may not be related to the painting."
"why?"
"The player who lived next door to us said that when his wife died, the painter crawled out of the painting and killed someone. And the painter—should be a ghost, had his eyes gouged out. The most obvious problem—he also Dead, who killed it? Who gouged out his eyes?"
The clock sounded at 5:50, and it was almost time to finish eating.
Gao Ming thought for a moment, then hesitated and said: "It's not impossible. Didn't you find this self-portrait in the studio? So, there were actually two complete paintings in the studio at the beginning. One is the first victim. The female doctor, one is the painter himself. After he gouged out the eyes of the female doctor, he completed the portrait of the female doctor, and then maybe he went crazy? He also gouged out his own eyes, so his self-portrait is also complete, but he He also died because he dug out his own eyes, so it makes sense."
Yan Wei's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he looked at him rather ambiguously.
Gao Ming pushed his old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses and scratched his head, "Why are you looking at me like that? If I'm wrong, don't despise me."
"..." Yan Wei chuckled helplessly, "Since he would kill the female doctor, why would he be the second to kill himself? He still has so many unfinished paintings, wouldn't it be good to go outside to find the target alive? He It's just that the painting of the eyes is too demanding and perfect, which creates a psychological barrier, and it's not a mental problem. And there are still many doubts... "
It was time for dinner, all three of them got up and walked downstairs, Yan Wei explained his thoughts while walking.
According to the idea of digging out eyes to fill in the painting and eventually becoming a cocoon, the logic of the studio and eye-gouging can be successfully filled in, but there are many details that cannot be embedded in this logic.
There is a death trigger condition for ghosts to kill. The woman in the long skirt who died on the first night had good eyes. After Yan Wei avoided the trigger that day, the woman in the long skirt might also trigger the death condition without cracking it. What happened to the doll they threw in the trash? If the doll was in their room, maybe he and Yan Mingguang were the ones whose eyes were gouged out, and the doll would also be a death trigger, but what happened in their room was very different from Room No. 4.
It was also eyes gouging, and the woman in the long skirt died because of the painter who crawled out of the painting, but their room was full of bloody handprints that were not in Room 4, and the thing that came in didn't even open the door.
The most important thing is that the painter crawls out of the painting.
There are no paintings in their room.
The situation of Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang last night cannot be embedded in the current logic at all!
The elevator reached the first floor, and several people got out of the elevator and walked towards the restaurant.
At the beginning, Gao Ming would express some opinions, but now it is completely Yan Wei who listens to what he says. He slapped his head: "Fortunately, I messed up with you two. In this dungeon, I guess even if they are all old players who have fallen downstairs, they may fall in it. I didn't have this difficulty in the first few dungeons. If I go alone, I could be completely misled. Hey... so what do we do now?"
"It's running out of time now, and it's going to be dark soon. Tomorrow is the last day, let's see if we can get the magnetic card, and go to the basement floor and Room 1." Yan Wei walked on the corridor, the kind of back The feeling of something shady on his back staring at him emerged again, Yan Wei frowned imperceptibly, and continued, "But I guess we will encounter something tonight..."
When they came to the restaurant, they happened to meet Sun Shi and others who came back from the art exhibition.
Sun Shi and the remaining three initial players apparently spent the day at the art exhibition. Except for Sun Shi, who is still in good condition, the other players even had some torn clothes, and they were out of breath. It was obvious that they came back when they encountered something in the art exhibition.
But the group is not at all despondent. Sun Shi's expression was full of joy, and he started to gobble up food as soon as he sat down.
Seeing Yan Wei and the others, Sun Shi sneered, sat there without moving, and just said: "You guys wasted a day in the hotel, right? We found important clues in the art exhibition, and we can find the stairs tomorrow. Why don't we discuss it? Tomorrow you guys help me out, we go out together, as for this..."
He pointed to Yan Wei, "Forget about this retarded waste."
Sun Shi also had plans in his heart.
After the dungeon is over, Lou will settle the rewards and evaluate the player's level, and select the best player among the surviving players. The best player will have more or less extra benefits. He has clues to break the game, so naturally he doesn't want to miss this benefit. If Yan Mingguang and others are willing to listen to him, that would be the best.
But the three people in front of them didn't buy Sun Shi at all.
Yan Wei didn't raise his head, just lowered his eyes, smiled silently, and cut the steak in his hand without paying attention to him.
Yan Mingguang glanced at Sun Shi coldly, his expression was indifferent, and he didn't say a word.
Gao Ming wanted to talk to Sun Shi at first, but seeing that the two uncles ignored Sun Shi, he knew very well that they were a temporary small team of three, and he was just passing by, and he didn't dare to speak, so he buried his head and started eating.
Sun Shi stared at them for a while, his expression became more and more ugly. He looked at Yan Wei gloomily, did not do anything, but sneered: "That's fine. Then don't blame me for finding the stairs and leaving first."
The dungeon of the building does not come out of the ladder, and everyone is considered successful in breaking through the level. If someone finds the clue of the ladder and leaves first, others don't find it elsewhere, and all the bosses are enraged, then the remaining players may not be able to come to the place where the ladder appears.
Based on the experience of the previous dungeons, Sun Shi was certain that he had guessed the key to breaking the game. They would go to the studio door to confirm the approximate workload in a while, and get up tomorrow to fill in the eyes of those portraits one by one, and this terrible dungeon was over.
As for Yan Wei and others, there is no need to take them with them if they don't know good and bad, so as not to affect his evaluation of the best players.
Lou stipulates that players cannot kill each other, but there are many ways to let a person die.
Sun Shi glanced at the three of them as if they were dead, hurriedly finished his meal, said that he was going to visit the studio, and left with the three initial players including the middle-aged man.
Only Yan Wei and three people were left in the restaurant.
Only then did Gao Ming whisper: "Are we really not going to ask? Looking at Sun Shi's appearance, he seems to have found an important clue."
"First of all, I don't think there are any important clues in the exhibition. Sun Shi thinks it is important, but it doesn't mean that clue is necessarily important. They are very likely to be misled." Yan Wei leaned back on the seat, "Secondly, why Want to ask? What will he do sooner or later, just see what he does?"
"Then if he's wrong..."
The young man took out the coin in his pocket, raised his hand, and tossed it again chicly, with a very casual tone: "Then someone just made a mistake."
Gao Ming was taken aback suddenly.
He looked at Yan Wei, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. From the very beginning when he entered this dungeon, he felt that Yan Wei was a good-looking but gentle person. Even though he was still unfamiliar at the time, Gao Ming always felt very comfortable talking to Yan Wei, so Gao Ming was willing to help Yan Wei a little more. dangerous.
Later, even knowing that Yan Wei's previous character was all fake, Gao Ming still regarded Yan Wei as a sunny and warm young man.
But now, this young man who always smiles softly and smartly tosses a coin carelessly, says the words "trial and error" lightly and deftly, using human life as a tool for inference.
He seemed to miss it again and again.
Yan Wei... was not someone he could see through.
Gao Ming suddenly realized that Yan Wei also finished his dinner.
The young man stood up slowly, patted Gao Ming and Yan Mingguang's shoulders with his white and bony hands, and said seriously: "Let's go, let's go back to the room to rest, and we can't move until something happens at night. I feel like I'm being targeted, but The limit of ghosts is lowered today, and no one has any accidents during the day. I doubt that I am not the only one being targeted. According to my experience last night, Gao Ming, if you notice any movement in the house, don't open your eyes or move! "
Gao Ming nodded quickly.
Yan Wei glanced at Yan Mingguang again.
Saying there is no stress is a lie. As soon as he walked outside the room now, he always felt that the portraits around him were looking at him, and those pairs of still eyes seemed to be glued to him with dead eyes.
Unknown dangers are the most frightening. This time there is no waiter, so he can only rule out all the things that he knows so far that may attract ghosts to reduce the possibility of death triggers.
However, he also has a certain amount of confidence—that is, the undead state that has not yet expired, and the unfathomable Yan Mingguang.
Yan Wei waited for a while, the eyes of the man next to him moved slightly, and he said, "An accident happened at night, call me."
That night, Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang first went to Gao Ming's room together, and they sorted out the clues again, and returned to Room 5 before it was completely dark.
After returning to the room, he threw out all the things in the room that might trigger death as the day before, and after repeatedly confirming that there were no portraits hidden in the dark, he began to rest.
Yan Wei thought that he would be the same as last night, unable to fall asleep for a long time - he has always had a problem with bed recognition, and he has almost strict requirements for living conditions. It is too difficult to fall asleep completely in this illusion.
But he closed his eyes, and instead of waiting for any news of the accident, he fell into a drowsy sleep.
He also seemed to have some bizarre dreams, in which there were many people, and he seemed to see Yan Mingguang. But these didn't seem to be good dreams, he fell into the dream for a while, and was pulled out by the bloody scene in the dream for a while, and he didn't sleep well in a daze.
When I opened my eyes again, the sky seemed to be already bright.
The gray sky shone slightly into the room through the cracks in the curtains. He opened his eyes in a daze, and heard Yan Mingguang's indifferent voice calling out to himself. The voice is very low and slightly wavy.
Yan Wei rubbed his eyes: "Morning. It's just the two of us, so please stop talking in a low voice, it's creepy."
The man nodded.
This person was sitting on his side of the bed watching him, under the dim light, Yan Wei couldn't see Yan Mingguang's expression. Such faint skylight poured in obliquely, burying most of the opponent's face in the shadow.
Yan Wei felt a little cold for no reason.
"It's time to get up, it's dawn."
Yan Wei wanted to say "Show a ghost" back to him. However, the sky was overcast last night, and it rained at night. It is normal that the sky is not bright today. They only have the last day and they really should have gotten up earlier.
He turned around and was about to lift the quilt and get up and get out of bed, when his slight movements stopped suddenly.
Yan Wei's breath was stagnant, looking at the person who was sitting beside his bed looking down at him, he felt that the blood in his whole body was congealed.
Under the quilt, he touched a warm hand beside him. The fingers are long and slender, the palms are slightly sweaty, and the fingertips feel slightly rough, which is the texture left by holding weapons for a long time.
That was... the hand of Yan Mingguang who was sleeping beside him!