Half Immortal

Chapter 6: Promenade Hotel (6)

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The moment the blade entered his eyes, "Gao Ming" let out a sharp scream.

— This scream is actually a woman's voice!

Moreover, from the punctured right eye of "Gao Ming", what flowed down was not bright red blood, but a gloomy thick black liquid. It is exactly the same as the "blood" flowing from the woman in the painting when Yan Mingguang poked the eyes of the portrait painting in Room 5.

This is the blood of the person in the painting.

The shrill screams lasted only for a while, and the eyeless girl in front of Yan Mingguang suddenly disappeared, and "Gao Ming" turned into that girl.

An eyeless girl holding scissors stood at the door, with a knife stabbed in her right eye, and thick black liquid flowed out. But in a moment, she was shattered inch by inch, and Yan Mingguang's knife fell to the ground with a clang, and the eyeless girl gradually disappeared like this.

In the studio, all the mess created during the fight just now disappeared, the easel was still erected there, and countless portraits were scattered on the ground.

The door of the studio was not open as Yan Weiyan Mingguang saw before. The door of the studio was closed at some point, and what was pasted on the door was the picture of the girl trimming flowers and plants with scissors!

In the painting, there is a hole in the girl's empty eye socket, the hole is gradually expanding, and pieces of torn paper begin to float down.

Yan Mingguang stepped forward, retracted his knife from the ground, and said simply: "Illusion."

"Yes," Yan Wei smiled, "It wasn't the hallucination that started in this studio, but the hallucination that started after we punctured the portraits in Room 5. From the very beginning, the Gao Ming who came to call us was a fake .”

Yan Wei felt that there was something wrong with this "Gao Ming" at the beginning, but when "Gao Ming" let them run away, and the eyeless girl never had "Gao Ming" in her target, Yan Wei completely understood what the problem was.

When they left the restaurant, they told Gao Ming that they had to go back to the room first. But when the fake Gao Ming came to call them just now, he said "it's still in the room", as if he knew their plan.

Moreover, the fake Gao Ming's face was always pale, and he didn't feel his glasses slipping down. This is clearly because the person in the painting does not have the blood color that humans have. Also, the girl in the painting has no eyes, so she doesn't feel the glasses slipping down.

Yan Weiyan came to the conclusion in a horrified manner: "The girl in the painting with the scissors turned into a clever figure, and went downstairs and called us who were still in the room to the studio on the top floor. What we saw outside the door was no problem. , but after we entered this studio, she had already closed the door and created an illusion. So your attack is useless, not because she has no eyes, but because the one you attacked was a fake, the real one is at the door .”

Yan Wei knelt down, lowered his head, and glanced at the fragments of the eyeless girl floating on the ground, "You said it was different from the last time you were attacked, last time you were pulled into the world in the painting, but this time it was the person in the painting Walking out—I don’t think it’s reasonable. If the people in the paintings could really come out and attack people at will, with so many portraits, we’d all be dead by now, and I don’t think they can kill people outside the paintings.”

"This also explains why the eyeless girl looks so strong, but the scissors just let me dodge every time. The so-called game that let us choose one of the two to get our eyes gouged, and the scissors who deliberately attacked me Either way, it's all a cover-up, just to force us to 'escape'."

As long as they run towards the door, the painting pasted on the door will work. They will not run out of the studio, but instead... run directly into the painting of the girl with scissors!

The eyeless girl can't kill people outside the painting, but in the painting, she can catch a turtle in her urn!

At that time, whether they fought against the hallucinations until they were exhausted, or listened to the words of "Gao Ming"—that is, the real eyeless girl—and left and dived into the painting, they would all become the prey of the eyeless girl.

And only by killing the fake Gao Ming standing at the door, that is, by killing the real eyeless girl, can they really escape.

Yan Wei picked up the fragments of the portrait on the ground, observed it casually, and said: "Although the attacks on us are all hallucinations, but without you, with my skill, I might have run out the first second she appeared. .”

Yan Wei knew exactly what kind of person he was. He always likes to see through people's hearts directly, but because of this, although he treats people with a smile on his face, it is very difficult for anyone to really let him let go of all his guard.

But the first time he saw Yan Mingguang, he felt that this person must be very reliable.

So when the eyeless girl appeared, Yan Wei didn't have any doubts about Yan Mingguang's ability to stop her.

"Thank you." He said, "You are also stronger than they imagined." You have been able to deal with ghosts directly for so long, and you have not yet fallen into a disadvantage.

Yan Wei didn't even see where the upper limit of Yan Mingguang's combat power was.

Yan Mingguang took a deep look at him, and said in a low voice, "It's good that you are like this."

Yan Wei was taken aback, thought for a while, and then realized that Yan Mingguang was saying that he had completely let go of the analysis just now.

The corner of his mouth hooked: "I don't like to show off in front of people I can't trust."

Yan Mingguang was silent for a moment.

"Alright." The man said.

Yan Mingguang put the dagger-shaped pocket knife into his pocket, and stood there with his back straight. The silver-rimmed glasses are still on the bridge of his nose impartially, and the pure black jacket is as neat as new.

He had just wrestled with the hallucination of the eyeless girl for a while, but he didn't see any distress at all.

He looked at Yan Wei, his eyes moved slightly under the lens.

Yan Mingguang: "I also thank you for pointing out the key point."

Yan Wei chuckled lightly.

In fact, with Yan Mingguang's strength, if no one points it out, Yan Mingguang has been wrestling with the hallucination for a long time, and the fake master at the door is still there, Yan Mingguang will be able to find out that something is wrong after all.

However, Yan Mingguang bought him time to think rationally, and he saved Yan Mingguang a lot of energy-consuming effort, which can be regarded as offsetting each other.

Yan Wei flipped through the stack of fragments, feeling that he didn't see anything, and was about to get up, when he suddenly saw under the fragments, on top of the layers of portraits that completely covered the floor, there was a very different portrait.

—It was a portrait of a man!

Yan Wei hurriedly swept away the fragments above, took out the portrait of the man, and stood up.

At the same time, Lou's reminder sounded in the minds of Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang at the same time.

[Congratulations to the player for completely cracking the studio crisis and getting additional data rewards: body index 1 point. ]

At this moment, Yan Wei felt that his physical fitness seemed to be much better than before. If it were now, Yan Mingguang might be able to avoid one or two of the scissors thrown by the eyeless girl just now.

[Congratulations to the player for getting the item in the copy: a self-portrait of the owner of the hotel. This prop is a clue prop, players are requested to make good use of it and try to survive. ]

[Because the player stepped on the precious self-portrait of the owner of the hotel just now, he got the debuff that has been maintained in this dungeon and has an irreversible effect: "Drinking cold water will clog your teeth". When the ghosts in the dungeon have no clear target, or when entering the trigger branch, become the first attack target of the ghosts. Please be careful and try to survive. ]

Yan Wei: "..."

He glanced down at the footprints on the top half of the self-portrait - he stepped on it when he hadn't noticed the painting just now.

Yan Wei: "..."

To give such a serious debuff by stepping on it, no matter what the owner of the hotel is now, is it too vengeful

Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang exchanged information, only to find that Yan Mingguang only had the same tone as him in the first two prompts. Yan Mingguang's third notification sound said that because Yan Mingguang pierced the eyes of the person in the painting three times in a row, he got the buff of "the person in the painting's disgust" and became the last target of the ghost in the next time.

The opponent is the buff of the last attack of the ghost, and he is the debuff of the first attack of the ghost.

Yan Wei: "..."

Fortunately, he already has "waiter's dislike", so it can be considered that there are too many debuffs. Anyway, now it seems that there must be certain trigger conditions and cracking methods for ghosts to kill people. When the time comes, his soldiers will come and cover them up.

There was nothing to do about the debuff, Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang refocused their attention on this self-portrait.

The current clues have continuously pointed out that there must be something wrong with the owner of the hotel who is a painter. To find the "ladder", one must make a fuss about the painter.

This self-portrait must be helpful in finding clues.

Yan Wei handed the hotel owner's self-portrait directly to Yan Mingguang: "You keep it, although it is still a clue, but you are so powerful, you don't have to worry about accidents if you hold it. What's more, I have a debuff on my body, and you have a clue. buff, it’s definitely safer to let you go.”

Yan Mingguang didn't take it immediately, but just glanced at him silently.

Yan Wei raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "As long as I recognize someone as a teammate, I still have basic trust. I'm not worried about you taking it for yourself, and you are so powerful, you don't need to do such a thing."

Yan Mingguang: "Okay."

When he was about to take the self-portrait that Yan Wei handed him, Yan Wei suddenly withdrew his hand again.

"Wait a minute."

Yan Wei put this self-portrait on the ground.

Then, he raised his foot, stepped on the self-portrait seven or eight feet up and down, back and forth, left and right, and then picked it up again.

Yan Mingguang: "?"

"Since everyone has been debuffed for stepping on this self-portrait, it feels like a loss if you don't step on it a few more times."

Yan Mingguang: "..."

The weirdness of this studio was vivid just now, and seeing that the sky was almost completely dark, the two of them wouldn't act dead enough to stay here. After Yan Mingguang folded the self-portrait full of footprints and put it in his clothes, the two got up and left.

Yan Wei originally wanted to see if the other room on the top floor—Room 1—had any clues, but thinking of the "drinking cold water will clog your teeth" debuff he just triggered, it was almost dark again, so he decided to give up for now. .

He and Yan Mingguang first returned to the 14th floor.

Yan Wei thought of the two dolls with beautiful eyes on the bedside of Room 5.

Whether it is the portraits painted by the hotel owners in the long corridor, or the portraits in this weird studio that mostly have no eyes, it is enough to show that the eyes are an important factor. If not handled properly, it will inevitably trigger death.

They want to stay away from this factor.

Yan Wei didn't hesitate at all, and after returning to the room, he threw the two dolls by the bed into the trash can in the corridor.

He and Yan Mingguang searched Room 5 together, and after confirming that there was nothing else that might trigger death in the room he was going to live in, they went to the 13th floor to take a look.

The two happened to meet Gao Ming who had just returned to the 13th floor to rest after exploring. After exchanging information, they found out that Gao Ming had been to the studio on the top floor with him. It's just that Gao Ming thought it was too weird at the time, so he just observed the door for a while, but didn't dare to go in. I think the "woman" holding the scissors in the studio saw Gao Ming at the time, and then imitated Gao Ming to deceive them.

Gao Ming listened to Yan Wei's description, his expression was serious: "It's actually an illusion scam... This level of difficulty, if it were me, I might fall into it. These are all discovered and cracked by Yan Mingguang? Fortunately, Yan Mingguang is with you. "

Yan Mingguang stood on one side, his gaze moved slightly. He didn't speak, just glanced at Yan Wei.

Yan Wei's eyes flickered, he did not deny Gao Ming, but repeatedly reminded the other party of what he had deduced so far: "If you encounter a 'player' with empty eyes, be careful to distinguish, maybe it is an illusion of the person in the painting. Also, you You must remember to clean up everything related to paintings and eyes in the room."

Gao Ming lowered his voice: "Don't worry, I'll do it now. The waiter said that your room is the worst. If something happens at night, you must follow Yan Mingguang closely. Although he looks difficult to get along with, but you don't care about anything." I don’t know, he doesn’t seem to mind protecting you either.”

Yan Wei chuckled lightly: "Okay."

He didn't stay too long, and went to the other two rooms with Yan Mingguang to remind the remaining four people. After everything was done, on the way back to the room, Yan Wei stepped forward and put his hand on Yan Mingguang's shoulder.

Yan Mingguang was half a head taller than him, and Yan Wei tiptoed slightly to get on top of him. He whistled and said, "I'm now the trash snack you protect, please take care of me."

Yan Mingguang's expression remained unchanged.

Yan Wei got closer, and noticed Yan Mingguang's neck, and suddenly saw a string of necklaces.

This string of necklaces was very simple in style and not too long. It was worn on Yan Mingguang's neck, and half of the pendant hanging from the necklace was hidden under the collar. Yan Wei draped Yan Mingguang's shoulders, and happened to see the style of the pendant clearly - it was a swallow that looked like it was made of iron.

The swallow's wings are slightly opened, in a gesture of spreading its wings.

"Your necklace doesn't look like your style..."

Before Yan Wei finished speaking, Yan Mingguang glanced at him with some displeasure, dropped his hand, and walked forward steadily.

"..." Yan Wei spread his hands, "Okay, he won't ask about your waste snacks."

It was completely dark.

Even in such an environment, Yan Wei still wiped the mattress and pillows very pickily, and then took a clean hot bath, and then reluctantly joined Yan Mingguang Sleep in the only bed.

There is no way, there are too many unknown dangers in this dungeon, and adequate rest is the basis for survival.

If it were the other two big men, it would be a matter of making ends meet for one night. However, Yan Wei's sexual orientation is male, and lying beside Yan Mingguang, a man with unbelievable looks, even though the two have no relationship in that respect, it is still a bit strange to him.

If it were someone else, he would rather sleep on the ground than get too close. It was an accident for Yan Mingguang. This person lying on the side not only did not make people disgusted, but brought a sense of security. Obviously he is an extremely indifferent person, yet Yan Wei has no rejection or fear towards Yan Mingguang.

Feeling someone lying beside her for a long time, Yan Wei tossed and turned on the bed for a long time.

The couple next door were so big-hearted enough to do that kind of thing in this kind of place, there were continuous ambiguous voices coming from Room 4 next door, but the head of the bed was leaning against the wall, Yan Wei heard it for real. He originally had extremely high requirements for sleep quality, and in the new environment, there was still a problem with the sound insulation in this place. He closed his eyes for a long time, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

The night was deep.

The quiet hotel corridor was dimly lit with small lights, and the portraits hanging on the corridor were looming in the half-light.

Yan Wei closed his eyes, lying on his side on the bed, thinking about the clues pieced together during the day in his mind. Portraits, eyes, painters... Where is the connection between these and the "ladder"? And this so-called debuff, shouldn't he suddenly attack him tonight...

As he thought about it, he heard the person beside him turn over.

"...you didn't sleep either?"

After a while, Yan Mingguang let out a "huh".

This feeling is the same as finding someone still awake after chatting about horror movies at night in the boys' dormitory. Yan Wei opened his eyes and turned to the side facing Yan Mingguang: "I thought you fell asleep so early in the morning, don't you?" Could it be fear?"

Yan Mingguang had already taken off his glasses at this moment.

Yan Wei just looked at it from the side, and immediately understood why this man was wearing glasses all the time, even though he had no problem with his eyes—Yan Mingguang, who didn't have glasses to weaken his temperament, was really too cold.

This person's handsome side face was full of coldness at the moment, and there was a sharp temperament between his brows.

Yan Wei had seen many people engaged in dangerous industries, but none of them had the murderous aura like Yan Mingguang. He was suddenly a little curious about what Yan Mingguang was doing before he came in, but after thinking about it, he knew that this person would not want to talk about it, so he didn't ask.

He just whistled: "If you are afraid, why not let me tell you a ghost story, listening to ghost stories in this kind of place where there must be ghosts is exciting, courageous and makes you even more scared—"

"I'm not afraid," Yan Mingguang didn't mind Yan Wei's words at all, he just said lightly, "I can't sleep with the light on."

Yan Wei understood, it turns out that this person has a lot of things to do.

But he himself has a lot of things to do, so he has no right to talk about others.

"Then why don't you tell me a ghost story?" Yan Wei said, "I'm afraid."

Yan Mingguang ignored him.

Yan Wei said again: "Our room is the worst. Maybe when you turn around later, you will see a pale ghost lying between us."

Yan Mingguang still ignored him.

At this time, the clock on the wall slowly pointed to the number "12" amidst the sound of "click", and the ambiguous voice from the next door stopped at some point.

Twelve midnight.

Yan Wei suddenly heard Lou's voice in his head.

[The player's permanent skill is turned on. ]

[The current state of the skill: undead state, lasts for 24 hours, after 24 hours it will switch to the normal state. ]

Yan Wei clearly felt the difference in his body.

He didn't seem to have changed at all, but he felt a strange feeling in his body - even if he didn't encounter any danger now, he could still feel that the current him... was immortal.

Why did this so-called one-half immortal skill appear on him

Yan Wei didn't have time to think about it.

The next moment, the woman's shrill and sharp screams suddenly came from the next door.

"Ahhh!!!"