At the same moment, Lou's reminder sounded in Yan Wei's mind.
[Congratulations to the player for cracking the death trigger again and unlocking the studio password. Obtain reward: Perception 1 point. ]
Yan Wei felt that his ability to perceive the surrounding environment seemed to be enhanced.
He blinked and said: "From the perspective of reasoning logic, people will always pile up the clues they have found together to create a logic that moves them. When it comes to clues, the human mind-set is also to look back. Think about everything before. Once the previous clues can infer a reasonable answer, most people will be immersed in the sense of accomplishment, and subconsciously tell themselves that this must be right, thus convincing themselves that their choice is correct. You think I will do the same, but in fact... I did come into contact with the clue, but I didn't come into contact with it before, but just now."
The combination lock hanging on the doorknob has been opened, and the three rollers have not been touched from the beginning to the end, quietly staying on the sequence of "000".
Yan Wei took off the combination lock lightly, threw it on the ground casually, and opened the door of the studio without any harm.
"The previous clues were to influence my mind-set and mislead me to think in impossible directions. The password is not 703, nor 150, but 000, which appeared in front of my eyes at the beginning."
The clues were told to him directly through the painter's mouth from the very beginning.
— "As long as you roll the password and the password entered is wrong, I have no restrictions..."
Just a word game. As long as he rolls the password, he enters the wrong password—in other words, he can only be correct if he does not roll the password. The initial password 000 that does not roll is the correct answer!
Outside the corridor, the warm yellow corridor light that is slightly on all day shines on his face. Half of his face is placed under the dim light of the studio, and half of his face is reflected in the warm yellow light. He is gentle but sassy.
But those eyes reflecting the weird and terrifying picture in front of him were as bright as flowers, as if there were thousands of galaxies hidden. He was flustered and timid in front of other players the day before, but facing the painter alone at this moment, he looked calm.
Yan Wei raised his hand and hooked his fingers at the painter standing in the middle of the studio: "Dude, didn't you say you're coming to kill me?"
The painter's eyes had obviously been hollowed out, but he seemed to have seen Yan Wei's hand gesture, and made a "ho ho" grinding sound, and his hoarse voice was full of blood: "You—you!!!"
Yan Wei shrugged, put away his hands and copied his pockets, stepped out of the studio and said, "Goodbye."
In the studio, the painter's angry and gloomy voice drifted into Yan Wei's ears bit by bit: "If you don't give me your eyes today, you will die tomorrow... You will die tomorrow too..."
Accompanied by this sound, Yan Wei seemed to vaguely hear some footsteps. The sound of footsteps was very light, and it was impossible for a human to walk out. The source of the sound did not seem to come from the studio, but more like it came from the long and narrow corridor.
His ears moved slightly, and he listened intently...
"Click—"
"Click—"
The thin voice seemed to carry warmth, and it sent chills down the spine.
Yan Wei quickened his pace. Although he still has an undead state of about an hour at the moment, and the painter doesn't seem to be going to attack him tonight, but he still has to be careful, after twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, he won't be able to get angry at random.
He walked half-run back to the 14th floor, and before approaching the door, he saw Yan Mingguang coming from the other side of the corridor.
The man exudes a cool temperament all over his body. The pure black jacket on his body is slightly damaged, and the originally very regular silver hair is also slightly loose. It is obvious that he has experienced something just now. Yan Wei took a closer look, and after confirming that the other party was wearing a black ring on his finger and other features on his body were fine, he asked, "Why are you outside?"
They walked toward Room 5, Yan Mingguang said calmly: "When I woke up, I was in the restaurant. The waiter wanted to kill me, so I beat him up."
This time it was finally Yan Wei's turn to twitch the corner of his mouth.
The man took out a card from his pocket and said, "I got the magnetic card."
Yan Wei choked for no reason.
He knew that Yan Mingguang must be very strong, but he really didn't expect it to be so strong.
The two stopped in front of the door, Yan Wei said: "I also woke up and went to the studio, met the painter, and then I—"
His eyes fell on the door, and his voice suddenly paused. Yan Mingguang obviously noticed it too, and his eyes stayed on the door.
At this moment, on the door of Room No. 5, there is actually a portrait of a woman without eyes!
"I also said that I have the first selected debuff on me. It is normal to be attacked by ghosts tonight. But you have a buff that is ignored by ghosts. You should not be targeted with me. Now it seems that you should That's why it's on our door. And I'm pretty sure it wasn't on the door when we got home from dinner."
Yan Wei frowned, and continued: "Ghosts are not allowed to paste pictures on our door. I was moved to the studio just now, and the artist wanted to trick me into getting into the pictures pasted on the studio door. If he can stick pictures on the door, there is no need It was unnecessary to send me to the studio."
Yan Mingguang made a conclusion: "The player did it."
"Among the players, there are five people other than us. Who needs to do this? This kind of painting without eyes is only available in the studio. The player who does this can only take out this painting from the studio and return it to us I sneaked up to post this picture after I got home. It was already late when we got back to the house... "
After dinner, Sun Shi took the other three initial players to the studio to investigate. He, Yan Mingguang and Gao Ming first went to Gao Ming's room to discuss clues. In the last few minutes when the sky was about to completely dark, Yan Wei and Gao Ming Yan Mingguang just returned to Room 5. At that time, all the players on the 13th floor had already returned, only the door of room 4 on the 14th floor was still ajar, and no one came back.
The last person to come out of the studio, and also the last person to return to the room, was the middle-aged man next door.
The woman in the long skirt died last night, and tonight he lives alone, and his room has been attacked, and it is also a room with a lower number and a more dangerous room. This is to use them to prevent disasters...
Yan Wei turned his head and glanced at the fourth room next door.
He didn't say anything, but silently took off the portrait of a woman without eyes on the door, and walked silently to the door of No. 4 room. He squatted down, silently and slowly... stuffed the painting through the gap in the door.
Yan Mingguang just copied his pocket with one hand, stood straight in front of the door of Room No. 5, and watched him finish all this with a calm expression. The man's eyes darkened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.
The eyeless portrait was completely crammed under the door of Room Four.
Yan Wei got up and walked slowly back in front of Yan Mingguang, "I'm just retaliation, what? Do you think my character has collapsed, very cold-blooded? I have met many friends, and everyone's evaluation of me is very sunny and positive , but in fact, none of them really saw me clearly."
He raised his eyes to look at the other party, and his clear voice was filled with a little coldness at this moment: "Yan Mingguang, I am not a good person, and I have never been a very kind person. I know you say in your heart that I am cold-blooded, but I would rather be cold-blooded, I don't want to be a saint either."
He can even quickly adapt to this ups and downs in blood and life and death.
He was born with such rebellious bones hidden, once excavated, the deviant buried in his bones and blood will take root and sprout.
Yan Wei just raised his chin slightly, and Yan Mingguang, who was taller than him, looked at each other. He didn't care about Yan Mingguang's impression of him, good or bad, they were just a temporary alliance for survival, even if Yan Mingguang hated him, that wouldn't stop them from finding clues.
Emotions are useless things.
moment.
Yan Mingguang opened the door, walked back first, and said in a low voice, "It's also very good."
The cold voice came towards Yan Wei along with the warm light in the room. He raised his eyebrows carelessly and looked at the man's back. With a "cut", he also went back to the room and closed the door.
For Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang, the second half of the night was really peaceful. Nothing else happened in their room, the painter did not appear again, neither did the waiter who was beaten up by Yan Mingguang, and the bloody hand groping in the dark last night seemed to have disappeared.
As expected, not long after midnight, the screams of a middle-aged man came from next door. Only this time, neither Yan Wei nor Yan Mingguang got up as quickly as last night, but lay quietly on the bed, and continued to try to rest after the screams passed.
The clock hanging on the wall "tick" and "tick" moved forward bit by bit.
Just after dawn, when it was time for activities in the hotel, Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang got up. This is the last day, they only have a dozen hours left, and the time is very tight.
The two of them were very clear about what happened to the middle-aged man last night, and this time they didn't bother to go to the next room to check. They just took a look when they passed by Room 4.
In the room, only the cleaned bloodstains remained on the floor, and the middle-aged man's body was gone—should have been taken to the basement floor by the waiter just like the body of the woman in a long skirt. The two didn't stay long, and went downstairs to the restaurant together.
But when he arrived at the restaurant, Yan Wei was stunned for a moment.
He only saw Gao Ming and Sun Shi.
His eyes moved slightly, and he asked, "Where are the others?"
Gao Ming's complexion was quite gloomy, there were bruises under his eyes, obviously he didn't sleep well last night. Hearing Yan Wei's question, he rubbed his forehead and replied slowly, "They're all dead."
Sun Shi's expression was also very bad, he was eating very slowly, and his eyes were full of panic. Seeing that Yan Wei and the three of them were still alive, Sun Shi gave Yan Wei an even more unwilling look, feeling aggrieved.
There were still seven players last night, and now only Yan Wei, Yan Mingguang, Gao Ming and Sun Shi appeared in the restaurant. From this point of view, last night, the remaining three initial players were all dead.
The death of the middle-aged man was known, but what happened to the other two? They were on the fourteenth floor and could not hear much of the movement on the thirteenth floor. They really didn't expect that something happened to rooms two and three last night—after all, both Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang were the targets of ghosts last night. In this way, didn't the ghosts attack all the rooms where the players lived last night
Yan Wei ignored Sun Shi, quickly ate his breakfast, and asked, "What is the state of death like?"
Gao Ming said: "I'm afraid the description is not clear, so hurry up and finish eating, it's better for you to take a look for yourself."
A trace of doubt flashed across Yan Mingguang's eyes, and Yan Wei asked directly: "See for yourself?"
"Yes, the bodies of the player who lived with me and the player who lived with Sun Shi have not been disposed of."
Yan Wei paused.
He squinted his eyes, his mind full of thoughts.
Could it be that the waiter hasn't had time to clean up? Or does the waiter not have a second magnetic card? That's not right, the middle-aged man's body was taken away.
As he thought about it, the waiter came over pushing the dining cart, and put down the food with a blank expression like the previous two days. Only this time, he opened his mouth and seemed to be muttering something.
With Sun Shi present, Yan Wei lowered his voice and asked Yan Mingguang, "What is he talking about?"
"Repeat one sentence," Yan Mingguang said lightly, "—'He will kill you all'."
Does this mean that today they will all be killed by ghosts
Yan Wei didn't hesitate even more, and hinted with his eyes that Gao Ming and Yan Mingguang quickly finished their breakfast.
The copy said that twelve midnight tonight was the deadline, but in fact, once night fell, it was a paradise for ghosts, and they only had about ten hours left. Time is too tight now, and three people died at the same time last night, and they will definitely be in greater danger today.
All three of them understood the key, and got up immediately after taking a few mouthfuls.
Sun Shi, who had been in a bad mood all this time, suddenly stopped them: "Gao Ming! Yan Mingguang!"
He didn't call Yan Wei's name at all—in Sun Shi's eyes, Yan Wei was just a good-looking trash who relied on Yan Mingguang and Gao Ming to save his life.
He gritted his teeth, his pale face blushed due to panic, and said in a very bad tone: "Now there are only four of us left. If we can't pass the level today, we will all die. I have very important clues. But I need help, so it can be faster. If you are willing to help me, I can tell you the clues regardless of the past."
Yan Wei raised his eyebrows.
Gao Ming glanced at Sun Shi with disgust, then leaned in front of Yan Wei, and said in a low voice, "I'll follow your orders."
Yan Wei just smiled.
The crisp windbreaker lined his slender figure, and the scarf he was wearing added a bit of warmth to him. Those eyes, which were as bright as stars, seemed to be shining with endless brilliance, compared to the extremely gorgeously decorated portraits of women around them.
He smiled so kindly, but both Gao Ming and Yan Mingguang understood the indifference under this smile.
None of them paid attention to Sun Shi, and walked straight back and forth towards the elevator.
Sun Shi waited for a long while, but only saw the backs of the three of them drifting away. He was so angry that he slammed the chopsticks in his hand on the table, and waved his hands to the bowls and chopsticks on the table, making the sound of porcelain colliding.
Sun Shi gritted his teeth and said happily: "Then don't blame me for not caring about your life or death! Anyway, I... can go to the studio to fill those eyes!"
On the other side, Yan Wei and the others got into the elevator and went straight to the thirteenth floor where the bodies of the other two players were.
"Come and see my room first... I didn't wash up in my room today because my roommate... died in the bathroom." Gao Ming led Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang into the room, and brought them to the bathroom of the room.
In the bathroom filled with the smell of blood, the body of the original player collapsed in front of the washstand and sat by the wall, his whole body was stiff and blood flowed all over the floor. His eyes were also hollowed out, and the thing that dug out his eyes seemed to be very cruel. Looking from the hollow eye sockets, this person's brain has been completely messed up and disgusting.
Yan Wei glanced carefully, turned around and went to Sun Shi's room without saying a word.
In the room, another player whose eyes had been hollowed out also died in the bathroom, with empty eye sockets and bloodstains spreading all over the floor. There are only a few bloody handprints on the wall, and there are no clues next to his bed, only an empty bedside table and dressing table. The mirror on the dressing table reflects his death, making the scene even more terrifying.