The warm blood spurted onto the waiter's body, half of his emaciated face was covered with blood, and the red blood dripped down slowly, dripping onto the pure black tuxedo.
The tuxedo couldn't see the color, but it was enough to see the darker patches after being stained with blood.
The waiter smiled again: "Guests, please come to the restaurant with me."
It was obviously the first time for those present to see such a scene, and several players had already vomited palely, only the man leaning against the front desk just raised his eyelids, his expression was still indifferent and calm, as if nothing happened just now .
It was the first time Yan Wei saw such a scene.
He felt that he should be the same as others, with nausea or nausea, but he was not very afraid of such a scene, and even a little...excited.
The more difficult it is, the more he wants to challenge.
Before appearing here, this mysterious "lou" has already said that death... may happen at any time. After that, there were only a few more scenes like this.
He can't die.
He will only be the one who survives.
Yan Wei blinked, and had already quickly thought about how to deal with himself in this dungeon. Being the most eye-catching one in a dangerous place will only cause trouble, it is better to stand out from the crowd and wait for the opportunity.
His rather challenging eyes were instantly restrained, replaced by the same panic and fear as everyone else.
At this time, the waiter had turned around and walked towards the corridor.
The silver-haired man with glasses followed without hesitation.
Yan Wei's tone was slightly lighter, as if he was very worried: "If you don't follow up, you will die..."
He raised his foot to leave, but drew back again. After going back and forth like this for a few times, Yan Wei "hesitantly" followed.
Seeing that Yan Wei had already followed the waiter with a "face of fear", some players were reminded by Yan Wei's "unintentional words", and said tremblingly: "Do we have to go...?"
"Follow me... I, I don't want to die yet..."
The rustling of footsteps sounded one after another. The corpse with its severed head was lying in a pool of blood in the hall like that, the corpse was separated and no one cared about it.
The waiter led them into the long corridor leading to the restaurant and said: "Guests, please keep in mind the route. I will only take you there once. In the next few days, you will need to do your own activities in the hotel. You can visit us on the way to the restaurant." You will definitely like the decorative paintings of the hotel."
After finishing speaking, the waiter didn't care about the reactions of the players, and walked far ahead, and the eight people who were still alive followed quietly at a certain distance.
It didn't take long for everyone to realize that the waiter didn't care what they were talking about, so they introduced themselves to each other, and then they started talking slowly.
"There are a lot of oil paintings hanging on the wall in the corridor. There are hundreds of them in a row."
“These paintings are all beautiful…”
"It is said to find the 'stairs', could it be the stairs on which floor of the hotel, or the stairs in the painting?"
"But the paintings are all people, nothing else... Are they all portraits of women?"
Among the players, a woman in a floral dress is in front of a portrait, "The painting is so real, especially the expression and eyes, 'she' seems to be really smiling at me."
As she said that, the woman in the long skirt raised her hand subconsciously, as if she wanted to touch the oil painting.
Just as Yan Wei was about to raise his hand and pull back the hand of the woman in the long skirt, who was almost looking for death, another cold voice suddenly sounded: "If you don't want to die, don't touch it."
The person who spoke was Yan Mingguang—the silver-haired man Yan Wei had noticed.
When everyone introduced themselves, he still walked aside indifferently, just said his name in a few words, and said nothing else. It seems that he has no interest in these temporary "teammates".
Yan Mingguang's expression was originally indifferent, and his tone was even more awe-inspiring and cold. When the woman in a long skirt was drunk like this, she subconsciously withdrew her hand in fright. After a while, she said resentfully: "...what, a painting is not good enough. will kill."
Another player immediately dissuaded him: "Be careful... the waiter also mentioned the art exhibition just now, maybe there is something really wrong with the paintings here."
Another person interjected: "What kind of copy is ours, is it related to the painting?"
"I don't know if there is a problem with the painting, but this waiter looks... something is wrong?" Yan Wei turned his back to the players behind him, ticked the corner of his mouth, but said with a cautious tone, "Not at all. Like a person... "
The expressions of the rest of the people changed somewhat.
And a young man named Gao Ming raised his hand, pushed his old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, and said, "He's really not. It takes about 300 kilograms of force to break a human's neck with bare hands. Not only that, from this Judging from the waiter's figure and skin, he should be dead, just a corpse with no blood but skin."
As soon as these words came out, several players were breathless.
Yan Wei paused, turned around and glanced at the calm Gao Ming: "How do you know? You're not afraid of him...?"
Gao Ming sighed helplessly: "It's okay to be afraid. I'm a forensic doctor. I've seen a lot of dead people who can't move, but it's the first time I've seen people who can move. It's best for everyone to stay away from this waiter, otherwise it's not certain that they will die at any time... "
Yan Wei blinked.
He said softly: "... who said that we must stay away from things that are not human?"
The volume of these words was extremely low, but Yan Mingguang seemed to have heard Yan Wei's words, his eyes moved, and he looked at Yan Wei, with a flash of astonishment appearing in his indifferent expression.
Gao Ming was stunned: "What did you say?"
Yan Wei chuckled lightly: "It's nothing."
If you can survive just by dodging, then this so-called dungeon is meaningless at all.
If "Lou" really wanted to kill them, it would be easy, and there was no need to beat around the bush. Since the waiters exist, they must not only exist to kill them. Now that he has entered this dungeon, there are only two things he has to do.
One, live.
Second, try your best to find the "ladder" that Lou said, and get out of this instance. It is not known what the ladder is, but if you just wait passively, finding the so-called ladder is as difficult as climbing the sky.
Yan Wei already had an idea in mind - the dungeon only said not to disobey the npc, it didn't say that the npc couldn't communicate at all.
The waiter walked ahead without looking sideways, already leaving behind the players who were not following closely. He walked up now, and the people behind couldn't notice him.
He seized the time, quickened his pace, and walked directly to the waiter.
The waiter didn't seem to notice his approach at all, and walked forward with a smile on his face.
"Brother," Yan Wei whistled, and suddenly said in a chatty tone, "These portraits..."
His "good buddy" suddenly stopped, turned his head and looked at him sinisterly, his blood-stained face was full of ruthlessness, as if he was about to stretch out his hand and break Yan Wei's neck in the next second.
Yan Wei did not back down.
He has always been good at finding the most suitable way for his situation at the fastest speed, and even raised a slight smile at this moment.
He also stopped, pointed to a portrait behind the waiter, and quickly said: "It's very pleasing to the eye." He paused, but he didn't think it was enough, and added, "It's as pleasing to the eye as you, buddy."
"..." The waiter's very stiff face seemed to twitch.
Afterwards, the waiter returned to smiling professionally, and raised his hoarse voice slightly upwards: "Of course. Our boss's painting has the most rare aura in the world."
Yan Wei raised an eyebrow.
These portraits are all portraits of women. Although the brushstrokes do not seem to be perfect, and even a little immature, they are all lifelike, with lifelike expressions, and they are obviously full of aura, as the waiter said.
"Your boss?" Knowing that he might indeed have obtained valid information, Yan Wei slowed down his tone, and then asked persuasively, "Is the owner of this hotel?"
"Yes, but he has spent his whole life on painting!" The waiter's tone seemed very proud, "It's like he was born to paint, and the portraits he painted are more realistic than all the masters! These are just his The early paintings do not show a tenth of his skill."
The corridor echoed lightly with the hoarse but high-pitched voice of the servant, Yan Wei and him stood in the middle of the corridor. He looked at the waiter, glanced at the mirror behind him, and saw only portraits and his own image in the mirror.
This kind of picture makes the narrow corridor even more dark and treacherous, and the room seems to be filled with a chilly wind.
Yan Wei felt a little cold, he pulled his scarf, lowered his head, and buried his chin in the scarf.
He noticed that the waiter specially emphasized the word "early" and asked, "Early? Is his level higher in the later stage?"
The waiter looked at him, paused for a moment, and said to him slowly: "Of course, he painted a better portrait later." The waiter's tone became deeper, he stared at Yan Wei, and said in a low voice, "As good-looking as you."
Yan Wei had been praised for his appearance countless times since he was a child, but only this time, he was stunned, feeling that there was something in this sentence for no reason.
As soon as the waiter finished speaking, he suddenly broke out in cold sweat physiologically, and felt something staring at him directly behind him.
He suddenly turned around and looked back, only to see the portrait of a woman behind him. The portrait in front of him is the same as the other portraits, with bright but harmonious colors. The woman in the painting is wearing a beautiful western-style dress, looking forward with a smile, with a pair of smart eyes smiling, as if she is looking at Yan Yan with a smile. dangerous.
The moment Yan Wei saw "her", she actually met Yan Wei's gaze, and her dark eyes suddenly...
Blink!
The girl's smile in the painting became even more weird because of this sudden change.
On both sides of the long and narrow corridor, floor-to-ceiling mirrors stand opposite each other, reflecting each other, showing countless layers of images that are continuously shrinking from the hanging oil paintings.
At this moment, Yan Wei saw... This portrait was painted in the mirror, and countless shrinking reflections blinked at him at the same time.
But the next moment, the portrait returned to normal, and all the dead things around him became still again. All the portraits hang quietly on both sides of the walls, interlaced with those floor-to-ceiling mirrors. The players walking behind still carefully looked around, without any abnormal performance.
It seemed that everything just now was just Yan Wei's illusion.
But he has seen it clearly.
Behind Yan Wei, Yan Mingguang saw Yan Wei turning back and forth to look around, and said word by word: "You are being targeted."
Yan Wei was taken aback: "What did you see?"
"I didn't see it," Yan Mingguang stopped by the wall and leaned slowly, "Guess."
In the face of a crisis, Yan Wei is too lazy to bother acting with Yan Mingguang. He put away his panicked and frightened face, and stared at the seemingly motionless portrait for a while.
He hooked the corner of his mouth and muttered to himself: "... Interesting."
He just speculated based on the death of the first player that an NPC like a waiter cannot have the ability or right to kill players anytime and anywhere, and what conditions must be triggered—such as not going to a restaurant.
And after they came to this dungeon, the waiter was the only existence in the dungeon they could touch so far.
So Yan Wei felt that what they had to do was not to stay away from the waiter, but to take the initiative to get more clues from the waiter while ensuring they were alive.
And the last sentence of the waiter just now... this feeling of being on my back...
He asked for clues, so the trigger was targeted
Then, what the waiter said just now, the hotel owner who is good at painting portraits, must be an important clue.
Yan Wei didn't panic.
He rationally recalled what the waiter said just now, turned around and walked quickly to a short-haired woman carrying a satchel among the players closest to him, with a light and delicate smile, he borrowed eyeliner and lipstick from the other party.
After borrowing it, Yan Wei quickly walked to the front where others could not see clearly, scribbled on both sides of his cheeks with lipstick, and randomly painted around his eyes with eyeliner, vividly painting those eyes. The pretty eyes are painted as panda eyes.
After finishing work, he caught up with the waiter who was walking in front again.
"Dude!" he whistled again.
The scrawny waiter mechanically turned his head to look at him.
The moment he saw Yan Wei's face, the whole skinny face of this "buddy" who could break a neck with his bare hands twitched several times.
Seeing the waiter's reaction, Yan Wei said more confidently: "Thank you for complimenting that I am as good-looking as your boss's later painting—"
"No!" The waiter interrupted him almost hastily, gritted his teeth at him, and let out a "ho ho" grinding sound, "Such ugly eyes!! How can they be compared with the level of the boss!"
Yan Wei got even worse, smiling at the waiter with that processed face.
The waiter clenched his fists, his face was distorted, and he looked at Yan Wei with tearful eyes, obviously very angry.
And the moment the waiter said this, the feeling of being stared at from behind suddenly dissipated.
The pressure behind Yan Wei gradually dissipated.
The blinking portrait never showed anything unusual again.
The next moment, the ethereal and gloomy voice that belonged exclusively to the "lou" sounded in his mind.
[Congratulations to the player for successfully cracking a death trigger and getting the time-limited buff in the copy. ]
Yan Wei raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
[Congratulations to the player for getting the time-limited buff "The waiter's disgust with your appearance", expiration time: midnight tonight. ]
The corner of Yan Wei's mouth twitched.
... Can this thing be called a buff
[I regret to inform you that because the player injured the eyes of the NPC waiter, the player will get a copy of the debuff "The Waiter's Disgust" in the copy, please try to survive. ]
Yan Wei: "..."