On the corridors one after another, the outstretched arms in the portraits were slowly stained with blood. Thick black blood flowed from the portraits and dripped on the floor of the corridors. A lot of blood flowed from the wall, covering it irregularly, only avoiding the floor-to-ceiling mirrors interlaced with the portraits.
Blood-stained portraits and clean landings will intertwine, with mirrored reflections of ghastly corridors.
The smell of blood came to my nostrils.
After Sun Shi finished his breakfast in the restaurant, he got ready and went upstairs with the diary. For some reason, the elevator kept showing that it was on the basement floor. Sun Shi couldn't press it, and because of time, he finally decided to go up the stairs.
The whole hotel was filled with a strange and gloomy atmosphere, the smell of decay and blood of corpses mixed together, and the voices of many women shouted "eyes" and "give me eyes" vaguely.
Sun Shi was dripping black thick blood spreading on the ground, and his footsteps were accompanied by sticky sounds. The stairway was extremely dark, and Sun Shi ran up the escalator quickly, holding the notebook he found behind the mirror of the art exhibition in his arms.
He was panting, and about to reach the top stairs, a cool wind blew past his neck. He trembled all over, and suddenly felt something lightly tap his shoulder.
Sun Shi turned his head abruptly.
Behind him were the dark steps that had already been climbed below, thick black blood flowed slowly from top to bottom, and there was nothing.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly turned his head to finish the last few floors. With the sound of panting breaths, the line of sight turned from the darkness behind to the safety door of the stairway that was close at hand—
A woman's face with two blood holes in the eye sockets suddenly appeared in front of her eyes!
The woman was wearing the Western-style court dress in the painting, and smiled at him with her mouth slightly open. The exposed teeth were covered with thick black blood and exuded a stench. Those empty eye sockets seemed to be able to see him, staring straight at him.
"Ah, eyes... you have eyes, why don't you give them to me..."
"what!!"
Sun Shi took a few steps back abruptly, stepped on the falling stairs behind him, staggered a step and fell straight down, rolling several times on the stairs.
Thick black blood immediately stained his whole body.
Sun Shi didn't care about that much, and hurriedly stood up with support.
The eyeless woman in a western-style court dress had already walked down the steps slowly, approaching him, shouting the word "eyes" continuously. Although she was moving, her footsteps made no sound.
After all, Sun Shi was a player who had gone through several dungeons. He glanced at the fifteenth floor he was about to reach, and immediately understood that he had to bypass this woman and run to the studio. He took out the weapon he carried with him from his arms, and resolutely attacked the eyeless woman.
This ghost was not strong enough, and Sun Shi had hurt his vitals several times, but he gradually realized that something was wrong—the person in the painting had no heart, and when he was injured by a weapon, he would only bleed endless black blood, and could not be hurt at all. Behind him, there unexpectedly appeared another eyeless woman who came out of the painting, all muttering that they wanted to goug his eyes.
Sun Shi gradually lost his strength, and when he swung his weapon, the diary that was placed inside the pocket of his clothes fell out. He suddenly turned pale with shock, and lowered his head to pick up the diary that was instantly soaked in black blood. Unexpectedly, the eyeless women in front of him and behind him all stopped suddenly.
The two people in the painting showed terrified expressions at the same time. They didn't care about Sun Shi at all, and disappeared in the stairwell in a moment.
Sun Shi was taken aback for a moment, and was overjoyed: "Are they afraid of this diary? This thing is indeed the key to finding the ladder. If Yan Mingguang and the others don't follow me, let them die here..."
He was stained with blood all over his body, holding this diary, even the black blood flowing under his feet flowed around him. The eerie scenes of the portraits seemed to frighten him, not to haunt him at all.
Sun Shi arrived at the studio easily.
The studio was very quiet, the blood outside did not affect the studio at all, the portraits without eyes were still scattered all over the place, and no black blood could be seen inside.
Sun Shi was overjoyed, and couldn't wait to run in with his notebook.
"It's enough to fill in the eyes... There are probably thousands of paintings in this room. If the eyes are drawn casually, it is still possible to finish the painting before sunset..."
He looked around and saw the tools and chairs beside the easel. He simply sat down, put the diary aside, picked up the pen, and hurriedly filled in the eyesless portrait in front of him.
He only wanted to fill in the eyes, and the painting was not detailed at all, but he added a few pictures in a short time.
It's coming soon... This dungeon, which is more terrifying than the dungeons he's been to before, is coming to an end soon...
Sun Shi was overjoyed, and hurriedly threw away the patched sheet, picked up the other sheet and was about to write, when a hoarse and gloomy voice sounded beside his ear.
"what are you doing?"
Sun Shi subconsciously turned his head away.
Beside him, a man covered in dried blood stood suspended, with his head tilted slightly, his empty eyes staring at him quietly. The male ghost's expression was very angry, which made the blood on his face extremely terrifying.
There are so many eyeless women walking out of the portraits, but this one in front of him is actually a man!
What's more, Sun Shi's perception after a few dungeons increased told him that this male ghost without eyes was stronger than those little ghosts he had encountered before! There was no way he could be this male ghost's opponent.
Sun Shi panicked immediately, he threw away the painting tools in his hand, got up and was about to run around the male ghost and run out of the studio.
Seeing Sun Shi's escaping behavior, the painter smiled sinisterly, his empty eye sockets moved by the smile, making his already blood-stained face even more terrifying.
He just turned around, and Sun Shi who was running away didn't know why, just tripped and fell to the ground like that.
The painter bent down and stretched out his hand towards Sun Shi, who was prostrate on the ground, and his angry voice echoed in the empty studio: "You actually defiled my perfect painting!! Damn you! Use your eyes to make up for me!"
The last scene Sun Shi saw before his eyes was the male ghost's filthy hands reaching out to him, quickly... poking into his eyes! ! !
"Ahhh!!!"
On the basement floor, the corpses of two players and the old skeletons were quietly displayed in the gym. The mirrors around the gym scattered a pale halo, and ethereal female voices permeated from all directions upstairs one after another.
Yan Wei stood in front of the skeleton, seemingly casually copying his pocket, holding the small dagger in his pocket tightly.
He raised his eyebrows: "Do you feel that the smell of blood has suddenly become much stronger?"
Yan Mingguang nodded: "Yeah."
"Something must have happened upstairs."
Gao Ming also stood up, looked at Yan Wei eagerly, and said, "Now we know how to find the ladder, let's go now?"
Yan Wei's eyes flickered, he held the dagger tightly with one hand, and took out the coin from his pocket with the other. He tossed the coin with his eyes slightly out of focus, thinking about all the information he had just obtained in his mind.
After they approached the skeleton just now, perhaps because the resentment of the skeleton was too heavy before it died, they were directly affected by the resentment that the skeleton did not dissipate, and they saw the memories belonging to this body before its death.
This skeleton—that is, the female doctor who treated the painter, attracted each other and became together with the painter during the process of treating the painter's mental illness. Unexpectedly, the painter who was obsessed with painting complete portraits discovered a way to fill in the eyes by digging out the eyes. As long as the painter cuts out a person's eyes, he can draw the same eyes.
The relationship between them is nothing compared to the painter's obsession. The painter finally lost his mind in the increasingly paranoid. He gouged out the doctor's eyes and completed the portrait of the female doctor.
After this, the painter went completely insane.
In order to complete the painting, he even gouged out his own eyes in the hotel he opened and killed himself. Moreover, after the painter's death, due to his obsession and obsession with the painting, he turned into a ghost and stayed in this hotel, hiding the gouged-out eyes of the female doctor and the painter's own body, wandering around every day Trying to complete other portraits without eyes.
As for the female doctor, because of the loss of her eyes, her resentment has not dissipated.
She wants to get her eyes back.
In the information the three received, the female doctor told them that they only needed to find her gouged out eye and put it back, and the painter's pre-death obsession would be meaningless. All the hostility and resentment in this hotel will dissipate, and everything will return to normal.
As long as the obsession is gone, everything will end.
"... The skeleton told me just now," Yan Wei blinked, her eyelashes trembling slightly, casting a fine shadow under her eyes, "Her eyes are most likely hidden in the studio."
Gao Ming nodded and rubbed his hands excitedly: "Yes! But the artist can walk around in his paintings. We have to lead the artist out of the studio and look for the hidden eyes in the studio. She also told us, The painter pays the most attention to his paintings in his life. As long as we do something about the paintings, such as drawing some unsightly eyes, the painter will definitely be unbearable. But we must pay attention, don’t die before leading the painter out of the studio. Painters are strong."
Yan Wei raised his eyebrows: "Then we just need to find a way to survive and lead the artist out of the studio, and let one of them go in and search for the eyes?"
Gao Ming continued to nod sharply, "It seems that this dungeon is not particularly difficult, but we need to find the right clues. As long as we come to the basement, everything will be solved easily. As long as we follow the right method, it will be very simple..."
Yan Wei narrowed his eyes.
His star-bright eyes are full of calmness and reason at the moment, completely different from his usual smile.
He clenched the dagger in his pocket again, his whole body was tense, and his nerves were on high alert. If you look closely at his posture at the moment, you may see that Yan Wei is in a posture ready to strike at any time.
He murmured to himself: "Yes, it's very simple. But, it's too simple..."
Caused a copy of the gambling building mechanism, is it really solved like this
Everything seems to justify itself. The painter, who killed his lover out of obsession and ended up in a cocoon, finds the corpse and the eyes, and returns the eyes to the owner, all grievances can be resolved.
But why didn't the waiter clean up the bodies of the two players on the thirteenth floor? Why are rag dolls their death triggers, and the death conditions are so different from women in long skirts? why…
Gao Ming was already immersed in the joy of finding the clues, but Yan Wei always felt that something was wrong. He even felt a growing sense of danger, and subconsciously entered a state of vigilance all over his body.
Yan Mingguang glanced at Yan Wei.
The coin tossed countless times fell into Yan Wei's palm again. He closed his palm and wrapped the coin in it.
The cold touch of metal came from the palm, and the low temperature made people clear their minds. Yan Wei concentrated his attention and said, "No matter what, there should be nothing else here. Let's go, let's go to the top floor."
Yan Mingguang: "Yes."
Gao Ming naturally followed without saying a word.
The three of them walked to the elevator together, only to find that the elevator had been stopped on their floor. They didn't need to wait, they took the elevator and pressed it directly to the fifteenth floor.
"drop-"
The elevator reached the fifteenth floor, and the heavy door was slowly opened.
Only then did Yan Wei understand the reason why the smell of blood was getting worse.
He could only endure his obsession with cleanliness and stepped out. The three of them were dripping with thick black blood that was slowly flowing on the ground. They walked out of the elevator cautiously, avoiding the bloody hands protruding from the portrait, and looked at the corridor that had completely changed at this moment.
Cold sweat broke out on Gao Ming's forehead, he pushed his eyes and said, "When we go down, the upstairs will be different. These hands were still white when we went to the basement floor... Can't the mirror be covered by the blood? Looking at the figure and bloody hands in the mirror, it's getting more and more creepy."
Yan Wei, who was walking in the middle, suddenly stopped and looked back at him.
Gao Ming was taken aback: "What are you looking at me for?"
The young man's eyes moved slightly.
Surrounded by dazzling blood stains, the blood stains slowly gathering on the ground have covered the soles of the shoes, Yan Wei stood there, the blood color made his face even fairer, and he looked very dusty in such a dirty place.
"I think," Yan Wei hooked the corners of his lips this time, and the smile finally reached his eyes this time, "You seem to have reminded me."
"what?"
Ahead, Yan Mingguang suddenly threw out the dagger in his hand, and the blade cut through the air. At the same moment, an eyeless woman with blood on her hands suddenly appeared in front of the corridor.
The moment the eyeless woman appeared, the short blade was accurately inserted into the empty eye sockets of the woman!
The eyeless woman let out a sharp scream, which quickly dissipated into shreds of paper.
Yan Wei still didn't move.
From the moment he got out of the elevator, he felt that the surrounding environment was inexplicably weird. He knew exactly what the dangers in the hotel were at the moment, but he felt that he didn't notice something.
At this moment, he looked into the mirror.
"Yan Wei? Aren't you leaving? The studio is right in front." Gao Ming said.
Yan Wei looked ahead, staring straight ahead, just in time to look at himself in the mirror.
He blinked, but only saw that his figure in the mirror was still staring straight ahead, his eyes never blinking.
Yan Wei immediately blinked quickly—as expected, the image in the mirror never blinked!
He looked at Gao Ming's image in the mirror again, and likewise, Gao Ming's image did not blink!
"Yan Wei, are you leaving?"
This time it was Yan Mingguang calling him. The man's cool and steady voice passed through Bloody, as if he was just calling him casually. While the man was speaking, he quickly stepped across the pool of blood, passed through the arms protruding from the wall, and picked up his pocket knife lightly in the pool of blood.
He had just picked up the dagger when suddenly an eyeless woman appeared behind him and stretched out her hand towards him. Yan Mingguang straightened up, turned around and waved his hands, and stabbed the ghost in the eye with his back turned.
In the blink of an eye, eyeless women kept coming in front and back of the corridor.
Yan Mingguang had just finished solving one, and the shredded paper was floating on the bloody water. Behind Gao Ming, several eyeless women also appeared, and arms extended from the portrait, stretching towards Yan Wei standing in the middle.
Yan Wei has always been in a state of high vigilance, and his perception beyond ordinary people made him feel the danger in an instant. He turned over, took out a small dagger from his pocket, and inserted it forcefully into his outstretched arm.
Gao Ming shouted: "What should I do!? There seem to be more and more monsters. If we don't find the stairs quickly, they will pile up to kill us! Let's go to the studio and try the method that the dead female doctor said to lure the painter out Look for eyes and bodies in there."
Manpower is limited, but ghosts seem to be endless. If they don't find the ladder right away, they will definitely be consumed.
But in a short while, Gao Ming, who was the least skilled, had his arm scratched, and a piece of flesh was grabbed from Gao Ming's right forearm. Gao Ming was someone who had been in several dungeons anyway, he just let out a cry of pain, and held his arm in pain and said nothing.
"How are you?"
Gao Ming's entire face was almost screwed together, but he still nodded: "It's okay."
"I just found out that none of us in the mirror can blink, and our eyes seem to be dead objects. There must be something wrong here. Let's go!" Yan Wei looked away from the mirror, clenched the small dagger in his hand, "Let's go to the studio first. "
Yan Mingguang immediately stepped forward, circling lightly among the pool of blood and the eyeless woman, and the shreds of paper scattered by the eyeless woman were floating on the corridor. Yan Wei couldn't help dodging, cutting off the extended fingers with a dagger from time to time. His windbreaker was also stained with a little thick black blood, and the surface of his cheek was scratched by the ghost's nails at some point, and the warm blood slipped slightly, staining a few drops onto his scarf.
In such an embarrassing situation, the blood on his face made his exquisite facial features look even more beautiful, with a hint of secluded beauty.
It's completely different from the usual friendly feeling.
The corridor was already narrow and long, but more and more ghosts came. The entire corridor is full of dangers, only when passing by Room 1, the room is very peaceful. They passed Room No. 1, and Yan Wei and Gao Ming were still painted with paint on their bodies under Yan Mingguang's lead, and they came to the door of the studio.
The door of the studio was wide open, and like Room 1, all the chaos and blood in the corridor did not affect the room, and the room was very quiet. The three of them looked in from outside the door, only to see portraits all over the walls as before, and lying on the ground... the body of Sun Shi whose eyes had been gouged out.
They originally planned to go in directly, but the moment they saw Sun Shi's body, Yan Wei's feeling that something was wrong became more and more serious. He hurriedly stopped in front of the door, and grabbed Yan Mingguang and Gao Ming: "Wait!"
Sun Shi's expression remained horrified, as if he had encountered something unbelievable when he died. Beside him, there was a relatively new book, I don't know what was written in it.
They didn't go in, Yan Mingguang turned his head and dealt with a wave of eyeless women who surrounded him.
Panting slightly, Yan Wei leaned against the door of the studio, looked sideways at Sun Shi's body in the studio, and asked, "Gao Ming, can you tell when Sun Shi died?"
Gao Ming's eyes were full of horror: "Judging from the body and the degree of bleeding, he just died!! But we still have to go in..."
Just dying means that this seemingly peaceful studio is more dangerous than the corridor!
"Shall we go in and try the female doctor's method?" Gao Ming asked.
The female doctor said that if you do something on the painting to attract the painter, you can find eyes in the studio to solve the grievances in the hotel.
but…
Yan Wei stared at Sun Shi's body. There are also a few paintings scattered around the corpse, in which the eyes are clumsily filled in—obviously made by Sun Shi.
Sun Shi was also tampering with the painting just now, but Sun Shi died.
He previously felt that the clues for the exhibition were either useless or wrong.
The explanation that eye-gouging and filling in the painting eventually became self-contained seems to have been justified.
But the unprocessed corpse, Sun Shi who died in the studio, the painter who also died of gouging out his eyes, the mirror that blood and water would not pass by, they who never blinked in the mirror, the three corpses in the gym at different times...these Things intertwined and collided in Yan Wei's mind, and finally merged into another complete logical network!
Some thoughts floated gently in his mind.
Yan Wei grabbed it violently!
He took a deep breath and quickly asked Gao Ming: "Do you still remember when the player who lived with you went to the bathroom?"
"Ah?" Gao Ming covered his arms and thought for a while, "It seems to be around ten to eleven o'clock in the evening? I looked at the clock before we went to bed, and it was nine o'clock. I wanted to go to the bathroom after a while. , has been holding back, so I have a little idea of the passage of time, it is almost one o'clock before eleven o'clock."
Yan Wei slowly revealed a look of sudden realization.
He quickly managed his expression and recovered from the thoughts just now.
He yelled at Yan Mingguang who was blocking the ghost: "Yan Mingguang, do you smoke? Give me one too, I want to smoke."
Yan Mingguang, who was dealing with the ghost, said, "No."
Yan Wei: "..."
The man said no, and the moment he returned the knife with his backhand, he still took out a cigarette and threw it over.
Gao Ming was stunned: "Smoking? Don't we hurry up and move those paintings? You... If you really want to smoke, I'll go in and try it first. After all, I have always relied on you, so I should do things..."
"No need," Yan Wei took the cigarette thrown by Yan Mingguang without saying a word, leaned his head slightly against the door frame, and said, "Sharpening a knife is not a mistake for woodcutters. Before we go in and use the female doctor's method, I will smoke a cigarette first." Be mentally prepared. Why do you only give me cigarettes? What about lighters?"
The last two questions were naturally addressed to Yan Mingguang.
The man who faced the most pressure from the ghost actually threw a lighter at him without saying a word again.
Yan Wei raised his hand to catch it, put the cigarette in his mouth sassyly, and lighted the lighter casually.
The young man's facial features are quite in line with the oriental classical aesthetics, and it is a good-looking appearance that other people look at at a glance, so Gao Ming preconceived from the beginning that Yan Wei is a person who needs to be protected. Such a face with a cigarette dangling from his mouth is really too unsuitable.
As if he was really doing mental relaxation, he slid the switch of the lighter a few times amidst the siege of ghosts, and slowly brought the tongue of the lighter closer to the cigarette end.
His expression was originally tense, and he made a posture that wanted to relax but couldn't. The cigarette was still shaking constantly in his mouth. But at the moment when the tongue of flame was about to ignite the cigarette butt—
Yan Wei's pale brown eyes flashed brightly, revealing a look of insight into everything.
With a twist in his hand, he squatted down suddenly, reached out and picked up a portrait, pointed it at the flame of the lighter, and set the portrait on fire!
The next moment, he threw the ignited portrait into the studio, and threw it vigorously with the other hand, the lighter shattered in the center of the flame, releasing the flammable fuel in the lighter. The flammable oil splashed out, accompanied by sparks, and the flames swept across the studio in an instant! !
Gao Ming turned pale with shock: "My God, what are you doing burning the studio!? Aren't we going to find the eyes and find the ladder according to what the female doctor said? If the eyes are in the studio, we will die if the studio burns down!"
In the studio, the flames quickly spread in the studio full of paper products, and the blood-stained painter walked out of an unlit painting. His stiff face was full of anger, and his voice was hoarse and gloomy: "Who! Who burned my painting!! I killed you!!!"
"I know the truth of the matter, I'll talk about it later." Yan Wei didn't have time to talk to Gao Ming at all, so he turned his head and grabbed Gao Ming's hand and ran out, calling Yan Mingguang: "Run! Hurry up, the number one room has the least ghosts , let's go to Room 1 next door!!!"