Before seeing this studio, Yan Wei felt that there were already countless rows of portraits of women on the corridor.
But now, there are more unfinished oil paintings stacked to completely cover the floor and walls than there are portraits hanging in the long corridor.
But "they" all had no eyes.
The sky outside the window gradually faded, and the hazy sky added a layer of darkness to the studio without extra light. Pairs of empty eyes were facing forward, or squinting somewhere, and the corners of the women's mouths curled up, their smiles seemed sweet and mocking.
Gao Ming's face was extremely pale: "It's so strange here, I really can't see what's going on. Take a look, let's discuss it together."
Yan Mingguang glanced at Yan Wei.
Just as Yan Wei speculated that Yan Mingguang's body index must be higher, this person seems to have discovered that Yan Wei's perception is different.
Although he didn't say anything, Yan Wei understood that Yan Mingguang was asking him about his perception of danger.
This person is the only one among the players who saw through him from the very beginning, and Yan Wei didn't spend much time pretending to be stupid. He shook his head and said in a low voice, "I don't know. This studio gives me a very different feeling. It looks very weird, and I feel that there is danger everywhere, and then I feel that there is nothing wrong with it."
He frowned, stepped over the scattered drafts on the ground, and walked slowly to an easel.
On this easel was the only portrait of a woman with eyes in this studio.
The woman seemed to be wearing a white coat-like dress, with two soft and lovely long braids hanging on both sides, with gentle eyes and clear eyes. The most beautiful thing about "her" is her eyes, even if they are just strokes on plain paper, they are full of emotion.
This painting appears to be of a young female doctor. It is by far the best painting that can be seen in the hotel.
Compared with the immature oil paintings seen on the corridor and in their room, this painting has been completely reborn. Even a layman like Yan Wei can tell that this painting has both aura and skill. Although the style of the painting has not changed, the level of the person who painted this painting has completely risen to a higher level.
Yan Wei took out his mobile phone, which was still charged, and took a picture of the painting.
Unusual things always represent possible clues.
After he finished filming, he put the mobile phone into the pocket of the windbreaker with one hand, patted Yan Mingguang's arm with the other, and said in a low voice, "Brother, shall we be teammates?"
Yan Mingguang seemed to pause for a moment.
"If you don't call me 'dude,'" the man said a little more rarely, "forget it."
Yan Wei raised his eyebrows: "?"
The man still looked flat: "Waiter."
Yan Wei suddenly remembered what he called the waiter back then.
"..." Yan Wei never expected that this calm boss would actually care about being called the waiter in his heart, "Okay, big brother, big brother, big brother!"
Yan Mingguang: "..."
Yan Wei: "I was on the promenade before, and the clue I found was that the owner of the hotel is a talented painter, but the paintings on the promenade are all the early works of the artist. Later, the waiter said that the painter drew better paintings. Paintings, I guess…”
"These are the ones in the studio."
"Yes, the early paintings are in the corridor, and the later paintings are in the studio - almost all of them have no eyes, only one has eyes, there must be something key in it. Why didn't you paint eyes later? The willingness to not do a thing Generally, there are two: I don’t want to, or I can’t. If I don’t want to, the female doctor’s painting has eyes; if I can’t, the female doctor has eyes, but it still doesn’t make sense. Then why is the owner of the hotel painted? So many portraits without eyes?"
Yan Wei just looked away from the only portrait of a female doctor with eyes, and before he could look at Yan Mingguang, he suddenly felt a chill down his back.
The extraordinary perception made him aware of the danger in an instant, and there was a burst of wind behind him, and Yan Wei subconsciously wanted to rush to the side.
The next moment, Yan Mingguang at his side followed his strength and pulled him violently, pulling him to the other side.
Yan Wei heard the sound of a sharp weapon piercing the wall.
He turned his head and saw a pair of sharp scissors stuck on the wall where he was standing just now. If he hadn't dodged just now, these scissors... would have directly pierced his head!
Obscure skylight shines through the glass windows in the studio obliquely and fragmentarily. In the dim light, a girl in a long skirt floated there quietly with her feet slightly off the ground.
She has no eyes, and the eye sockets are hollow and dark, as if she can't see the bottom. She smiled slightly, but her smile was not sweet at all, only eerie and weird.
Her clothes, hair, and facial features... are all exactly the same as a portrait of a girl without eyes who is trimming flowers and plants with scissors on the easel!
"... This is what you said," Yan Wei raised his eyebrows, "into the world in the painting?"
Yan Mingguang looked at the girl in the painting and shook his head slightly: "It's not the same, this time it's 'she' who came out."
"Why are you still standing there!" Gao Ming shouted at the door, "Run!!"
At this time, the eyeless girl raised her hand slightly, and the scissors that had been embedded in the wall flew back to her hand in an instant.
She chuckled a few times, took the scissors, and said to Yan Wei and the others: "Ah, someone discovered some secrets. Now that they have discovered it, let's save something in exchange..."
"The two who discovered the secret." She pointed to Yan Wei and then to Yan Mingguang, "They all look good, and I like them all. It's so hard to choose. Why don't we play a game, you two guessing fists, choose one Let me goug out his eyes with scissors, and I'll let you go after digging out."
"Don't run, I will chase after you if you run."
The girl's sharp voice was still echoing in the studio, she hadn't moved yet, Yan Mingguang was not even prepared to deal with it, and stepped directly in front of the girl in a few steps.
His awe-inspiring and indifferent voice sounded with a firm tone: "Then don't run."
It turned out to be a two-choice game proposed by the girl without even thinking about it.
As he spoke, he moved very quickly, and in a moment he took out his pocket knife from his pocket. The metal blade made a slight rustling sound in the air. Yan Mingguang held the weapon in his hand and was about to poke the girl's empty eye sockets with his hand.
The girl did not dodge, and when the knife in Yan Mingguang's hand pierced her eye socket, the scissors in her hand also threw towards Yan Wei—she actually saw that Yan Wei was not good at fighting!
And the moment the blade pierced her eye socket, nothing happened!
But the scissors kept moving towards Yan Wei.
Yan Wei knew in an instant that he could not be the opponent of this eyeless girl, and quickly ran aside, "Yan Mingguang, save me!!"
"I can't save you." Yan Mingguang said, but immediately pulled out the blade from his hand, and threw it back without looking back.
The folding knife extended to the length of a dagger slid across the air, directly colliding with the scissors chasing Yan Wei ten to ten times. After blocking the scissors' attack, it returned to Yan Mingguang's hand in a perfect arc.
Yan Wei had already run to another corner of the studio, and Sha stopped there to catch his breath.
The eyeless girl picked up the scissors again and poked at Yan Mingguang, murmuring: "Give me my eyes, I just need a pair of eyes. Give me my eyes, I just want a pair of eyes... a pair of eyes..."
Yan Wei just hid for a while, and immediately rolled over in a pile of sketches. He looked at Yan Mingguang who had already wrestled with the girl several times, and shouted loudly: "Try your heart!"
Gao Ming was already frantic at the door: "Run first!!!!"
Yan Wei said: "You run first."
Although he and Yan Mingguang didn't say anything, they obviously understood in their hearts - it's useless to run away, there is a problem with the studio, they still have to come next time after running away this time.
The next moment, Yan Mingguang had already stabbed the girl in the heart.
—The girl is safe and sound.
Her scissors kept attacking Yan Wei, and the dagger-shaped folding knife in Yan Mingguang's hand kept testing various parts of her body, but to no avail.
The sharp blade pierced into the girl's body without even bleeding out.
Could it be that because the girl has no eyes, Yan Mingguang just realized that the method of dealing with the person in the painting is useless
While thinking about how to deal with the eyeless girl, Yan Wei kept dodging the thrown scissors, already gasping for breath. Fortunately, the speed at which the eyeless girl throws the scissors is not particularly fast. With the help of Yan Mingguang, he can barely dodge it.
Yan Mingguang still seems to be crushing the girl, but the girl in the painting holding the scissors has no place to be injured. If this continues, no matter how powerful Yan Mingguang is, he will only be slowly consumed.
At the door, Gao Ming seemed afraid to come in, but he didn't leave immediately, but kept calling for them to run together.
Gao Ming's black-rimmed glasses slipped during his waving and shouting movements, and they were about to fall off the bridge of his nose, but he didn't seem to care about it, and shouted palely to them to come out quickly and stop fighting with the girl.
Yan Wei looked at Gao Ming, frowned, and the girl noticed the momentary trance, and the scissors were about to pierce his heart.
Yan Mingguang turned over and walked directly from the girl to Yan Wei, grabbing Yan Wei to avoid the scissors.
The two leaned together and rolled around on the ground, knocking down an easel directly. The sound of the wood breaking into pieces and colliding sounded one after another, and the paper in the studio was flying, and it was a mess.
The moment he stopped, Yan Mingguang happened to be on top of Yan Wei.
"What are you thinking?"
Yan Wei blinked.
Seeing that the scissors were thrown towards them again, Yan Wei hooked the corners of his mouth, and his pale brown eyes were filled with a smile of sudden realization.
"I understand," he said to Yan Mingguang in a low voice, "Fresh teammates, do you believe me?"
Yan Mingguang glanced at him, and just said: "I told you, you are smarter than Gao Ming and the others think."
The scissors had almost reached Yan Wei's temple, Yan Mingguang pushed his arm hard, turned the knife in his hand as he stood up, the blade made a clanging sound, and hit the scissors back.
He also got up at the same time, and went back and forth with the eyeless girl again.
Gao Ming seemed a little impatient: "If you don't run away, I can only go by myself!!"
Yan Mingguang blocked another scissors call at Yan Wei, Yan Wei sat up slowly on the ground, and glanced at Gao Ming.
He said, "Can't run."
Gao Ming was taken aback: "Why?"
"My intuition told me just now that I can't run. From a rational point of view, I was being targeted, and I ran everywhere in this hotel." He stood up slowly, and at this moment he was completely free of the panic of being in danger, " Intuitively speaking, I always feel that there is a problem with running away. Besides, we just met, right? What kind of friendship can make you wait for us at the door at the risk of your life, and what kind of hatred can make you stay at the door all the time, but you are a little busy Neither help?"
Gao Ming's expression froze.
Yan Wei turned his head, looked straight at him, and said in an orderly manner: "I just wanted to ask you a question. I can understand that the target of this eyeless thing is not Yan Mingguang—after all, anyone can see that Yan Mingguang is the least It's easy to deal with. Then why did she only deal with me, but never you?"
Gao Ming resentfully replied: "You should ask her, why ask me..."
Yan Wei smiled.
He said word by word: "Because she doesn't know, you know."
At Gao Ming's moment of stupefaction, Yan Wei shouted loudly to Yan Mingguang: "Yan Mingguang!! Poke Gao Ming's eyes!!!"
Before the words finished, the dagger-like pocket knife was supposed to go towards the eyeless girl, but Yan Mingguang moved his finger in an instant, and the thrown blade hovered in the air, piercing Gao Ming's right eye instantly! !