Of course Yan Wei didn't want to live in this so-called worst room.
But all the experience just now has repeatedly explained that the player cannot resist the things arranged by the waiter.
He had just escaped a death trigger, so could there be another crisis in the so-called room
Yan Wei has been used to wandering outside since he was a child, and has worked in various occupations. He even found a job in the post-editing of film and television through the relationship of insiders, including horror films.
This kind of plot of being stared at by unclean things and dying without knowing when and where is usually triggered somewhere, and ghosts will come to the door within a certain period of time after the trigger.
Just like those blinking eyes on the corridor just now.
And if it is triggered, if it is not eliminated in time, everything will be in vain when the ghost appears.
Since he was assigned to the worst room and had to move in, he had to seize the opportunity for a while and see what he could do.
Yan Wei frowned, and was about to stuff the room card into his pocket, when the waiter said: "The guest rooms are all double rooms, you need to choose a guest who lives with you."
Yan Wei's eyebrows twitched.
He glanced back, and the rest of the players involuntarily took a step back—they all heard the waiter say "the worst room".
Since it is the worst room, you must choose the player who looks the strongest as your roommate.
Yan Wei raised his hand without thinking, and pointed directly at the only one who was silent, Yan Mingguang: "He."
Yan Mingguang: "..."
His expression was already indifferent, and he didn't respond for a moment, and those indifferent black eyes seemed to be floating with ice and snow. He seemed to have the same expression all the time, as if he would fight with a cold face the next moment. If it weren't for Lou You's rule that players can't attack players, even if Yan Mingguang killed Yan Wei the next moment, no one would be surprised.
Even if this person is in the real world outside the building, I am afraid that he is a steadfast and indifferent master.
Gao Ming glanced at Yan Mingguang apprehensively, hesitated for a moment, and wanted to step forward and volunteer to live with Yan Wei. But the "worst room" was really scary, Gao Ming paused for a moment, and then took back his steps.
Yan Wei seemed unaware of Yan Mingguang's chill, but tilted his head and smiled: "Don't you want to share a room with me?"
Yan Mingguang said directly, "I don't want to."
The waiter nodded: "Okay, the two guests live in Room 5."
Yan Mingguang: "..."
He said "I don't want to" just now, but now he was brought to Yan Wei's room, and he didn't respond in any unnecessary way.
Yan Wei looked at the waiter: "... buddy, let me give you a thumbs up."
Then, the waiter went to the other players and began to distribute the remaining room cards according to the order of eating.
The next one naturally chose room number 2 without hesitation.
The remaining players are selected in turn, eight people, exactly four rooms.
After distributing, the waiter explained clearly the seats of the room to them, and finally said: "Tomorrow morning I will prepare breakfast and art exhibition tickets for the guests here, please sleep well at night. If there is nothing wrong, please don't walk around casually. "
After saying this, the waiter turned around and quietly walked into the corridor, but disappeared after a while.
Several players said they wanted to search for clues together, Gao Ming stepped forward and asked, "Do you want to go together? It doesn't matter if you can't find anything, more people are better than fewer people in this weird place."
Yan Wei was thinking about the room, and said: "I want to go to the room first. The waiter also told us not to walk around if we have nothing to do, but to stay in the room. After all, it is the place to rest next. If there is information, we can go to the room after dark. Go back to the room to communicate." Although Yan Wei felt that the premise of "if nothing happened" should not be true—how could nothing happen in the middle of the night in a hotel with ghosts
He had to see what was going on in the worst room first, so that if there was any problem, he could find a way to deal with it in advance.
After saying that, Yan Wei glanced at Yan Mingguang who had to live in the same room with him, raised his chin slightly, and didn't say anything, but the meaning of the question was very obvious.
Yan Mingguang just nodded and said, "OK."
I agreed to go to the room first.
Yan Wei was accompanied by Yan Mingguang, who looked like a big guy at first glance, and Gao Ming felt relieved.
Since everyone had no objection, Yan Wei turned to leave, but stopped suddenly in the end.
"By the way," he turned his head and said to Gao Ming and the remaining players, "I was not careful just now and triggered a death condition, but I was lucky enough to escape it somehow. I thought about it, but I couldn't figure it out. The specific trigger reason may have something to do with the face, if you have a way... "
He paused, "Try to make yourself ugly?"
After saying this, Yan Wei couldn't take care of himself, so he walked away.
After he and Yan Mingguang left, several players looked at each other in blank dismay.
"... What Yan Wei said is true?"
"Not necessarily, no one saw him in any danger just now."
"He doesn't seem to know anything, he can't be talking nonsense."
"What's an unrealistic way to make it ugly? Could it be that the waiter who kills people should be ranked according to his appearance? Maybe he hated our attitude just now and made fun of us."
Gao Ming sighed: "It's better to believe it, it's all in this kind of place, and it doesn't matter how you look."
He took the lead in dabbing random things on his face, and the others hesitated for a moment, and more or less followed suit. The few people who agreed to explore the clues packed up and left the restaurant one after another.
The middle-aged men and women in long skirts were the latest to leave—they hadn’t eaten anything before, but now that they knew the food was fine, they naturally began to gobble it up.
"It's all you," the woman in the long skirt finished eating, and put her fork on the plate rather dissatisfied. "If I didn't believe you, we would count it as the last meal. As for getting the room behind the number?"
The middle-aged man resentfully said: "Isn't there another room No. 5? If there is a problem, it's not us first... And that young man just hit it by mistake. How can he know a lot at his age?"
The woman in the long skirt stood up, "I'm going to remove my makeup first, what did that Yan Wei say, I'd better be careful..."
"Why do you believe him..."
The woman in the long skirt gave her husband a supercilious look. She walked to the nearest corridor, looked in the mirror, and took out the makeup remover towel from her satchel.
The mirror reflected the woman's beautiful figure, and the floral dress swayed slightly with the woman's movements. Her eyes were beautiful, and they were extremely conspicuous among the facial features.
Her face is even more exquisitely made up, which adds a lot of color to her face.
She looked at her own face in the mirror, with a row of lifelike portraits behind her. In those hanging portraits, the portrait of a woman is swaying, as if standing with her.
The woman in the long skirt couldn't help but glanced at it, and was about to wipe off the makeup on her face when the waiter's hoarse voice sounded quietly: "... what are you looking at?"
The woman in the long skirt was startled suddenly, she subconsciously turned her head to look, and was caught off guard when she saw the waiter's skinny face close at hand, her eyes widened immediately, she was so frightened that she couldn't even speak.
She was looking in the mirror when the waiter spoke, and must have noticed that there was no reflection of the waiter in the mirror at all.
"I, I, I..." She stammered, her pretty face full of shock.
The waiter asked again with the same tone and volume: "What are you looking at?"
The woman in the long skirt was obviously frightened, and answered honestly: "Look, look at the mirror, mirror..."
"In the mirror..." The waiter stood next to the woman in a long skirt covered in blood, with a faint voice, "Did you see something precious?"
"Ah?" The woman in the long skirt was stunned, her legs were trembling, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, and she replied obediently in fear, "Face, face? That's right..."
"You have beautiful eyes."
"Thanks, thank you..."
The waiter didn't stay any longer, as if he was just passing by, he just smiled at her, "Have a good rest."
Then he walked farther and farther, and disappeared at the corner of the promenade.
The woman in the long skirt breathed a sigh of relief, her legs became weak, and she leaned softly against the mirror.
She waited for a long time, and when she came back to her senses, she realized that she hadn't removed her makeup either, and nothing happened to her when she met the waiter.
She simply stopped doing this, stood up against the wall, and walked back cursing: "I didn't have any accidents, let's make us ugly, it's really revenge for us..."
Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang came to the door of Room 5.
Both the restaurant and the hotel lobby are on the first floor. The waiter told them that Room 5 is on the 14th floor. They came up from the elevator and found that the hotel has 15 floors in total.
The hotel is very large, and each floor is full of corridors, with various portraits of women hanging on both sides of the corridors, but there are no residents on the 2nd to 12th floors. In the entire hotel, there are only eight players who are still alive, and that weird waiter.
And rooms 4 and 5 are on the 14th floor, and rooms 2 and 3 are on the 13th floor.
That is to say, Gao Ming and the other four lived on the 13th floor, while Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang lived in Room 5, and the middle-aged man and woman in long skirts who ate dinner last were arranged in Room 4. The four of them lived together. On the 14th floor.
Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang went to the 13th floor to take a look just now, and there was no difference between the two floors. The doors of many of the vacant rooms are open, and the layout of the rooms is even more the same.
The only difference is the number of layers.
Yan Wei stopped at the door of Room No. 5, took out his room card, but paused abruptly.
He looked around, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, then he turned his head and said to Yan Mingguang with a gloomy expression: "I'm a little scared, I dare not open the door. The waiter said this is the worst room, if you open the door, there will be ghosts." What should I do to send warmth? You are much better than me, let's discuss it, can you open the door?"
His eyes moved slightly, and his sorrow was exaggerated much more movingly.
Yan Wei has never been shy about taking advantage of his own advantages. He can make others feel sympathetic, that is a tool that can be used, no different from his own strength.
Yan Mingguang didn't seem to like this at all, this man copied his pocket with one hand and stood aside with his back straight.
He just moved his eyes, glanced at Yan Wei, and said calmly: "No."
Yan Wei: "..."
The warm yellow light in the corridor slanted on his face, but it didn't soften Yan Mingguang's expression. His silver-rimmed glasses covered his deep outline a little, adding a bit of gentleness, but the eyes under the lenses were full of coldness.
Yan Wei is the kind of good-looking who laughs as if the sky is falling and doesn't care. Although Yan Mingguang is good-looking, he feels too distant.
Just because of this look, none of the players dared to talk to Yan Mingguang.
Yan Wei strangely didn't find Yan Mingguang difficult at all.
A person who is unwilling to deal with people is more real than a person who is willing to deal with people but speaks sweet words.
"Although I chose you..." Yan Wei coughed lightly, "But now I'm also a roommate—"
Yan Mingguang directly took the room card from him.
When he reacted, Yan Mingguang, who had just said no, was already standing in front of the door, and took out a small silver folding knife from the pocket of his bomber jacket. The pocket knife unfolded, and the man bent his knuckles, and the unfolded pocket knife twirled in his hand, making a slight rustling sound.
Such an ordinary small folding knife, in such a long and narrow corridor with smooth airflow, was turned casually by Yan Mingguang, and the sound of breaking the wind was heard directly.
His perception is 26 more than ordinary players, but his body index is only 4. What about Yan Mingguang's BMI
Yan Wei's eyes froze.
At this time, Yan Mingguang had already pressed the room card on the doorknob.
He suddenly said: "Don't pretend to be in front of me, you are smarter than Gao Ming and the others imagined."
Yan Wei was taken aback.
"Di-"
The door opened, and a luxurious single room with gorgeous decoration but rather dim light appeared in front of them.
Yan Mingguang walked in front, Yan Wei walked behind, and saw nothing unclean.
It seemed that it was still broad daylight outside, and the curtains were half drawn, blocking most of the light, and only a little light from the sky seeped in. One side of the bed is next to the window, one side is next to the bathroom, and there is a mirror used as a wall in the middle. The mirror reflected the faint light, but it made such a spacious and dark environment even more chilly and eerie.
There are dolls with the same decoration on the cabinets on both sides of the bed, one on the left and one on the left. The eyes on the doll's face are like black gemstones, lifelike and lovely.
On the wall next to the bed, hung a portrait of a woman, the style was exactly the same as the one on the corridor, and it was obviously the handwriting of the hotel owner who was good at painting in the waiter's mouth.
After they came in one after the other, Yan Mingguang went straight to the side of the bed, and with a movement of his slender fingers, the pocket knife went from his hand towards the portrait...
- With a sound of "呵啦", the jackknife pierced the oil painting, and nailed it directly and accurately to the eyes of the woman in the portrait.
Yan Wei just wanted to ask Yan Mingguang what he was doing, but when he looked up at the oil painting, he saw a black bloodstain dripping from the eyes of the woman in the painting. Pure black "blood" slowly slipped from "her" pierced eyes, and "her" face collapsed in an instant.
The next moment, the oil painting dried up and cracked piece by piece like chapped skin.
Seeing that the painting was about to shatter into pieces and fall onto the bed, Yan Wei stepped forward quickly, tore off the oil painting and threw it to the corner of the room.
The moment it landed, the painting shattered into pieces.
Yan Wei heaved a sigh of relief, and turned his gaze back to Yan Mingguang, only to see that the man was slowly putting away the jackknife, and there was an almost insignificant inquiry on his face that was too indifferent just now.
Yan Mingguang said calmly, "You said you were afraid just now?"
"..." Yan Wei just twitched the corner of his mouth, not being exposed to the embarrassment of "pretending to be cowardly" at all, spread his hands and said, "Compared to that, I am more afraid that there will be no clean bed to sleep tonight."
After the words fell, he and Yan Mingguang discovered something at the same time.
There is only one bed.
There is no such thing as a sofa in this room.
The waiter let them sleep and rest in the room at night.
— They must sleep in the same bed.
Yan Mingguang: "..."
Yan Wei, who has always been extremely demanding on living conditions: "..."
After a long silence, Yan Wei asked, "How do you know the problem with this painting?"
"Meet it."
Yan Wei raised his eyes sharply, "Meet? Didn't we eat in the restaurant from the beginning to the end? Except for walking from the lobby to the restaurant—"
He paused.
Except for the long corridor from the lobby to the restaurant, everyone walked back and forth, not always in each other's sight.
Yan Mingguang nodded directly, which is considered to have admitted Yan Wei's guess. He said succinctly: "I was dragged into the world in the painting by a painting, and came out after stabbing 'her' in the eye."
Yan Wei suddenly realized.
It turned out that Yan Mingguang was able to see through at a glance that he was being targeted because Yan Mingguang also encountered similar things!
Back then in the corridor, both he and Yan Mingguang encountered different murderous intentions.
Yan Wei pondered.
It is certain that there are problems with the painting.
But judging from the danger level of the current paintings, no matter how much Yan Mingguang simplified the dangers of the world in the paintings at that time, it is definitely not a big problem for the women in these portraits to be deciphered by piercing their eyes.
Copy is not so simple.
Moreover, since the paintings themselves have problems, then the creators of these paintings...
"You are still in the room!"
Suddenly, a loud voice came from the door.
Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang went straight to the portraits when they entered the door, and did not close the door. Gao Ming knocked on the open door and said to them: "I found something on the top floor, do you want to come and take a look?"
Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang looked at each other.
Yan Wei raised his eyebrows: "Let's go."
Gao Ming led the two of them directly to the top floor.
Judging from the luxury level of the hotel, the top floor should be very luxurious. According to the layout of a general hotel, there may be a gym or a swimming pool.
But there are only two doors on the top floor.
A door, labeled "1," was open, revealing a fully furnished luxury suite. Yan Wei was surprised before that they lived in rooms 2 to 5 on the 13th and 14th floors respectively, so there must be room 1. Looking at it now, Room 1 was originally on the top floor, and it was the most luxurious suite in the entire hotel. Like other rooms, the door is open, no one lives in it, and the inside is neat and clean, with a cursory glance, nothing abnormal can be seen.
And the other room...
"This room is like a studio." Gao Ming stood at the door, turned sideways, and let Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang see, "It's all paintings, the main thing is these paintings..."
Gao Ming paused.
I don't know if he was frightened just now, his face was very pale, and the black-rimmed glasses had slipped slightly from the bridge of his nose, Gao Ming didn't even have the intention to push them back.
Needless to say, Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang saw the scene in the studio on the top floor of the hotel.
Several easels were placed in a mess in the studio, with unpainted paintings on them. There are also countless unfinished portraits scattered on the floor, piled on top of each other, buried so that the floor can hardly be seen.
There are also portraits densely pasted on the walls, and they are only halfway through the outline, or have not yet painted, or have painted, but they are still not finished.
Except for a complete and completed portrait of a woman on an easel, the women in the rest of the portraits...
All without eyes.
Pairs of eyes with only eye sockets can be seen everywhere along with the scattered paintings, on the wall, on the ground, on the easel... Empty eye sockets are everywhere under the dark light of the studio, dark and terrifying, quiet and eerie.