Yan Wei squatted down slowly beside the bed.
He raised his hand, wanting to lift the quilt covering the corpse. But his slender white fingers almost touched the blood-stained bed sheet, and Yan Wei remembered that he had to grab the painter's hand last night—he washed his hands for ten minutes after returning to the room.
He stepped back a little and waved at Gao Ming: "Do me a favor and lift the quilt."
"Ah?" Gao Ming was taken aback for a moment, his face collapsed, and he leaned forward resignedly, "Why do you lift the quilt when everyone is dead? Well... Anyway, I will listen to you, I..."
Before Gao Ming stretched out his hand, the man beside him who had been silent all of a sudden leaned out. The hand that could kill someone with a short knife grabbed the quilt and threw the blood-stained quilt under the bed in an instant.
Gao Ming could only watch as Yan Mingguang lifted the quilt for Yan Wei without saying a word, and he stepped back, trying not to disturb the two initial players who were much stronger than him when they were investigating the corpse.
Yan Wei cast a thankful look at Yan Mingguang, and without further procrastination, pinched his nose and said, "You must wear gloves with you when you come out alive", and then leaned forward to take a closer look.
It was exactly the same as Gao Ming's roommate's death.
Yan Wei looked carefully from top to bottom—the clothes on the two players were very neat and intact, and there were no other injuries on their bodies. The edges of the hollowed out eye sockets were hideous and rough, very uneven.
They all died of eye gouging, and the gouging technique was extremely cruel but powerful.
"Gao Ming, did you hear anything last night?" Yan Wei looked back and stood up.
Gao Ming nodded: "Yes. I thought I would get up early to meet with you at dawn, and go to bed immediately after dark. But I didn't sleep too deeply, and then I even felt a little... cough, I wanted to go to the bathroom. You reminded me Me, don't open your eyes and don't move when anything happens, so I held back all night... "
Yan Wei: "..." It seems that he understands why Gao Ming's eyes are slightly green.
"I vaguely heard my roommate getting up. He probably wanted to go to the bathroom, so he got up. He didn't come out again. I really didn't dare to move. I went to the bathroom to take a look at dawn. I didn't expect I saw him die in front of the sink. Before going downstairs, I did a simple autopsy. It can be seen from the movement of collapsing on the ground that he died about when he was washing his hands. He died very quickly. His expression hasn't changed much."
Yan Wei listened carefully to Gao Ming's description, then casually took out the coin in his pocket, slightly curved his slender knuckles, pressed his fingertips against the edge of the coin lightly.
The coin was tossed perfectly in the air, and he stared casually ahead, thinking for a while with his eyes slightly empty.
moment.
There seemed to be something in the originally extremely quiet corridor, ethereal and eerie, from far to near, slowly rang into Yan Wei's ears.
Yan Wei's eyes became focused, he came back to his senses, grabbed the coin that was being tossed and threw it into his pocket, "Did you hear anything?"
Yan Mingguang nodded.
Gao Ming's complexion was even worse: "There are many women's voices, they seem to be calling... eyes."
Yan Wei listened intently.
"Where's the eyes..."
"...give me your eyes..."
"Eyes, where are the eyes, the eyes..."
"..."
Yan Mingguang's dark eyes moved lightly, and there was a bottomless indifference in his eyes. He slowly took out the folding knife in his pocket, and with a movement of his well-knit hand, the blade swished and extended into a short blade.
Yan Wei also clenched the self-defense weapon in his pocket, and said in a low voice: "It should be the woman in the painting. On the last day, the restrictions on ghosts and ghosts will definitely be gradually weakened, and the cold weapons in our hands may not be able to hurt them by then. I We still can’t figure out the basement level, and we don’t have enough clues, so we must hurry up. Let’s go, let’s go to the basement level.”
Yan Mingguang walked in the front without saying a word.
But when he walked to the door, the man's footsteps were a little slow, his indifferent pupils moved slightly, and he glanced into the room.
Yan Wei looked at him: "Are you wondering if you want to remind Sun Shi one last time?"
Yan Mingguang gave him a surprised look.
Yan Wei secretly said in his heart that it is true.
He and Yan Mingguang are completely different, whether it's their outwardly revealed or hidden temperaments. He is warm and kind on the outside, but inside he is indifferent and rational.
Yan Mingguang was the exact opposite of him.
He said: "Although I think this kind of behavior is very silly, if you really feel that it is necessary, we can leave a paper-"
"No need," Yan Mingguang's indifferent voice interrupted him, "He chose the path himself."
After the words fell, the blade in the man's hand turned again, he turned around amidst the rustling sound of piercing the air, and quickly walked ahead to lead the way.
Yan Wei shrugged, and immediately pulled Gao Ming to follow quickly.
As soon as he stepped out of the room, he suddenly felt a creepy feeling coming from the right side, subconscious vigilance made Yan Wei tilt to the right. Yan Mingguang, who was in front of him, also immediately felt that something was wrong, and when he came back to his senses, he pulled him hard and took him far away from that place.
The three of them looked back, only to realize...
—It was a woman's hand protruding from the painting!
In a moment of ecstasy, on the portraits of women hanging in the entire corridor, one after another arms that are clean or wrapped in luxurious clothes extend out from the painting, and the beautiful palms are slightly curled up, as if they are grasping forward. what.
At this moment, the beautifully decorated corridor is full of outstretched arms, they wriggled indiscriminately, struggling to grab ahead. The scattered mirrors on both sides radiate warm yellow light, staggering back and forth to reflect the scene on the promenade.
The mirrors are all facing each other, and the shadow in the mirror is reflected in the other mirror, as if countless hands are waving on the walls on both sides.
The three of Yan Wei quickly moved to the middle of the long and narrow corridor, those graceful and chilly hands were in front of them, their knuckles were bent, and they would catch their clothes from time to time.
The lights in the corridor flickered a few times under the cold breeze, and the light and darkness interlaced to illuminate these claws and claws. There seemed to be countless pairs of eyes staring at them in the dark in all directions.
Gao Ming cursed against his gentle appearance, and said: "Is the purpose of these broken mirrors to make us look horrible? There are hands inside and outside the mirror, and I can't tell the difference!"
"Let's go to the basement floor," Yan Wei's tone became lower and lower, "The restrictions of ghosts... are getting weaker and weaker."
The world inside the building, the gambling area.
Projections one after another appeared in the gambling building during this period of time, new faces of players came and went, and there were also many wailing and cheering from those who lost or won the bet.
"... Has there been an increase in the number of low-level dungeons spawning gambling building mechanisms recently?"
"Not only that, there are also mid-level and high-level ones!"
"Recently, more and more players have been selected by Lou..."
"..."
The live broadcast projection of the gambling building in the dungeon where Yan Wei is located has always been in Sun Shi's perspective. A large number of players gathered under this projection, some of them made bets and came here from time to time to watch the progress and worried about the results, while some did not make bets but just came to analyze the experience of dungeon enhancement.
After Jiang Xiu placed his bet, he went to the organization to lead someone to analyze the dungeon. Now that he was free, he took his younger brother Jiang Ping to take another look.
As soon as he came, the crowd gathered in front of the projection consciously gave way, clearing a large area where Jiang Xiu was - except for a young man in black.
He was completely dressed in black, and he was carrying a bow without arrows on his back, and the body of the bow was also black. Even in the brightly lit entertainment area, his body seemed to blend into the boundless night at any moment.
Standing in front of Jiang Xiu in front of a large empty area, this person was very conspicuous. But he didn't seem to notice it, he didn't move, he just raised his head slightly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, watching Sun Shi in the projection go from the dining room to the studio.
Seeing him, Jiang Xiu frowned: "Lin Zhen? You also bet? Such a novice dungeon that must lose, actually attracted you to take advantage..."
Lin Zhen chuckled softly, and his pretty facial features actually revealed a rather demonic temperament in this smile, "I heard that your useless brother is going to enter the next dungeon in two days, do you want to He won the gambling house once, so he can choose the simplest copy, right? Then you have to hurry up and find something to save his life, but don’t wait for the result of the gambling house, if you lose the bet, your good-for-nothing brother will be directly pulled into the game. Difficult dungeon... "
Jiang Xiu said displeased: "What do you mean?"
"This copy will pass."
"Are you kidding? Just because of this player who saw a fake diary and believed it was real? This player underestimated the difficulty of the dungeon. The dungeons they passed had at least five levels, but he used two Judging by the experience of the third floor, you will definitely die. I bet this group of idiots fail to pass the level, just wait and see."
"You are the real idiot." Lin Zhen's smile grew wider, his eyes filled with anticipation and enjoyment of blood, "Didn't you see that in Sun Shi's perspective, there is a silver-haired man in a black jacket Is it a man? It should be an initial player. Although I can’t see his face, my ability allows me to see that he is strong, very strong. As for this Sun Shi, he is dead. Let me enjoy the process of him being killed by ghosts... "
Seeing Sun Shi avoiding the protruding woman's arm in the portrait and arriving at the studio in a panic, Lin Zhen laughed out loud.
He raised his hand, put his fingertips into his mouth, bit his teeth, and bit his fingertips.
The taste of blood spread in his mouth, but he enjoyed the taste of blood very much, smiled and said: "This very strong initial player, what dungeon will he get after clearing the level...? How about his next dungeon, I will go too Bar… "
After the three of Yan Wei entered the elevator, Yan Mingguang took out the magnetic card and swiped it, and as expected, he pressed the "-1" button.
The restrictions on ghosts are getting lower and lower, and the entire promenade hotel is filled with a strange atmosphere. All the lights flicker on and off, and even the elevator is dark from time to time.
When the elevator stopped at the basement floor and the heavy doors of the elevator slowly opened towards the sides, it happened that all the flickering lights were pressed down at this moment.
The smell of blood came to the nostrils in an instant, the eyes of the three were pitch black, and the surroundings were abnormally quiet, but they seemed to be able to hear the "eyes" and "I want eyes" of the portraits upstairs...
The sound of rustling blades piercing the wind sounded, Yan Mingguang was the first to step out, and said in a low voice, "Follow."
Yan Wei and Gao Ming followed Yan Mingguang.
After walking a few steps, Yan Wei heard their water-stained footsteps—they seemed to be walking on some kind of wet ground.
As he moved forward slowly, he stretched out his hand and groped carefully beside him, "... I seem to be touching some kind of machine... There are many iron-like touches, and there are handles... Wait, this is a treadmill , the basement floor of this hotel is a gym—my day!"
He tripped over the gym equipment.
The man walking in front of him turned around in an instant and supported him when he was about to fall. There was a reassuring warmth from the man's palm, but his voice was quite cold: "Are you okay?"
The surrounding darkness covered his eyes, making his hearing more sensitive. Yan Wei seemed to hear the sound of his palm rubbing against Yan Mingguang's, and the breathing of the three of them was amplified a little, spreading a rare breath of life in the bloody room.
… Under Yan Mingguang's appearance that no one should enter, is there a warmth in his heart
Yan Wei froze for a moment under the whole body of vigilance.
He came back to his senses, and with the help of Yan Mingguang, he stabilized his figure, "It's okay."
As he spoke, he was about to stand up straight when the lights suddenly came on all at once!
Yan Wei glanced around for the first time, and suddenly found that on the treadmill beside him was leaning on a corpse whose eyes had been hollowed out!
The corpse slumped stiffly on the treadmill, its bloody face was facing Yan Wei, and its empty eye sockets seemed to be staring at him.
No matter how courageous Yan Wei was, he was caught off guard at this moment, and subconsciously staggered back, only to be kicked again. Fortunately, this time the light was on, and Yan Wei stood up straight while holding the handle of the fitness equipment beside him. He looked back, only to realize that it was not the fitness equipment that had stirred him, but the body of a woman in a long skirt.
Under the bright lights, the whole picture of the gym is displayed at this moment.
The walls of the gym are covered with mirrors, which set off the large size of the underground gym, which is full of fitness equipment. The body of the middle-aged man was leaning against the fitness equipment, and the body of the woman in the long skirt was lying on the ground. Their eye sockets were empty, and their bodies were soaked in blood. There was also a pool of blood dripping around the middle-aged man's body—that was where they had just walked.
The blood beside the body of the woman in the long skirt has dried up.
In addition, beside the corpse of the woman in the long skirt, there was actually a skeleton lying down!
Yan Wei felt a little uncomfortable from the unpleasant smell in the air. He frowned and said, "Sure enough, the basement floor is where the waiter throws the corpses. The corpses of the two dead players are here. But why didn't he deal with it?" The two players who just died on the 13th floor..."
Yan Wei raised his foot, stepped over the pool of blood and some fitness equipment, walked to the skeleton next to the corpse of the woman in a long skirt and squatted down.
This time there is no need for him to mention it, Gao Ming, who is a forensic doctor by profession, immediately knelt down in front of the skeleton and said, "I'll take a look this time, I've been relying on you all this time, I have to be of some use anyway."
Yan Wei smiled: "It depends on you, I have no experience in examining skeletons. However, since it has been turned into bones, this corpse has been dead for a long time..."
Gao Ming nodded, looked carefully for a while, and then said: "This skeleton should be the corpse of a woman who has been dead for many years. The underground gym is not a closed space. Long, from a few years to more than ten years. Look at her skull, the damage is very serious. From the perspective of trauma... I feel that someone used a sharp tool to goug out her eyes, and smashed her brain in the process In other places, even the part of the skull was damaged, and the murderer's method was particularly cruel."
Yan Wei's eyes flickered: "That female doctor!"
He stared at the skull's head, and his eyes stopped at the extremely traumatized eye socket...
The lights in the gym flickered again at this moment, and the dimness and translucency intertwined repeatedly. The electric lamp made an intermittent "squeak" sound as the current was blocked, which was extremely ear-piercing.
Sudden!
Yan Wei was in a trance, as if something had penetrated into his mind, his eyes went dark, he felt the world was spinning, and his mind was blurred in the struggle.
He felt that he seemed to be in a coma, but his consciousness was chaotic, and some scenes gradually appeared in front of him. These scenes are very strange, and the people who see them have no impression. They seem to be inexplicable pictures, but they seem to be some memory fragments.
He seems to have become another person, experiencing the past memories from that person's perspective.
The pictures flashed by one by one, crowding his mind dizzily. Most of these pictures are in the hospital. The terrain and situation of the hospital are very familiar. It seems to be the hospital they went to yesterday. From the perspective of the memory owner, many patients come and go, and when the memory owner sees men, most of them raise their heads, which shows that the memory owner is not tall.
Yan Wei immediately understood that the owner of this memory was obviously the first victim of the artist gouging out his eyes to fill in the painting—the female doctor who treated the artist for mental illness.
Looking behind, Yan Wei saw the last patient of the female doctor.
It was a familiar face—the face of a painter!
The painter whose eyes have not been gouged out is the same as the one in the self-portrait, with a suave, dignified appearance, and an elegant artist atmosphere all over his body. The human-like painter has a paranoid charm. Every time he comes for psychological counseling, he vividly describes the art world in his mind, his understanding and thoughts on paintings to the female doctor.
A female doctor and a painter are in love.
His abundant imagination and fanaticism for professional paranoia moved the female doctor, and the beautiful and beautiful eyes of the female doctor were even more dazzling like stars, attracting the painter who was already very persistent in drawing eyes at that time.
Then came painful memories. In the picture brought to him by the memory owner, the last scene before death is that the painter raised the knife, smiled ferociously, and sent the knife to the eyes of the memory owner.
The memory of the last scene was too emotional, and Yan Wei was caught off guard, only feeling that his eyes had been cut off, and the heart-piercing pain seemed to tear his nerves apart.
Once again in a trance, his eyes gradually regained focus.
He still maintains a half-squatting posture, in front of the female doctor's skeleton, in front of the bloody and silent gym. And beside him, Gao Ming also rubbed his eyes in a daze, and slowly recovered his normal expression.
Yan Wei glanced back and saw Yan Mingguang nodded towards him.
"Are you, like me, suddenly instilled with a particularly strong memory? And..."
Gao Ming has completely recovered at this moment. He widened his eyes and blurted out in surprise: "There is still a way to find the ladder!!"
Yan Wei blinked, still maintaining a half-squatting posture, with a happy expression on his face. His beautiful eyes seem to be overflowing with light at this moment, his thin lips are slightly raised, and his fair and delicate face is quite soft under the pale light. Just at a glance, the young man seems to be just a student who is not deeply involved in the world, and he is happy that he has just solved the problem.
But at an angle that no one could see, Yan Wei's right hand silently reached into the pocket of the windbreaker, and tightly grasped the small dagger in the pocket.