Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang sat up almost at the same time.
The scream was loud and not short, it lasted intermittently for seven or eight seconds.
Yan Wei heard it clearly, it came from the next door. Although the voice has been somewhat distorted by the loud screams, the owner can still be heard to some extent—it is the woman in the long skirt during the day.
No need to think about it, something happened next door.
"... It wasn't me who was staring at you the first night?"
As soon as he came in, he was given a series of buffs and debuffs. Yan Wei had basically accepted the fact that he was on hell difficulty in this dungeon. But instead of waiting for some inexplicable things to happen at night, Yan Wei was stunned for a moment when he heard the screams from the next door.
Yan Mingguang had already got up and walked out of the room.
The person seemed not aware of the terrifying thing behind the cry, his eyes just fluctuated undetectably, and he walked quickly to the door without any fear of the danger next door.
"Yan Mingguang!" Yan Wei called to stop him.
The man has already opened the door, looking back at him. Yan Mingguang, who didn't wear glasses, was very sharp. The dim warm yellow porch light outside the door intertwined with the bright incandescent light inside, illuminating the man's profile clearly.
Under such flickering and eerie light, Yan Mingguang's expression was still dull, and his tone was steady: "There are usually many clues at the first scene of an accident."
Yan Wei quickly picked up the glasses that Yan Mingguang threw on the bed, threw them at the other party, raised his eyebrows and said, "You think I'm going to stop you?"
Yan Mingguang casually raised his hand and easily received the glasses, "Huh?"
But Yan Wei knew very well in his heart—Yan Mingguang was right, no matter what happened next door, when an accident happened, if he rushed to the scene immediately, there would definitely be many things that he would not be able to see tomorrow during the day. Even if people cannot be saved, there may be some clues.
After all, today's him...has the permanent skill of immortality in half.
Regardless of whether this skill is a blessing or a curse, and no matter why this skill is on him, why doesn't he use it when the skill is activated
Since they are all dead, of course... the waves are rising!
"I'm a person who can get a debuff from drinking cold water. Maybe there will be ghosts coming to kill me in the next moment. I can adapt to the situation if I know more about the situation. The longer I stay in this ghost place, the easier it is to die. The most important thing is to dig out the clues and find the stairs early. " Yan Wei stood up, and quickly put on the windbreaker with sassy movements, "Let's go together."
Yan Mingguang's expression moved slightly, and a moment of astonishment flashed in his eyes. He didn't say any more, and walked directly to the next room with Yan Wei.
The corridor is still very normal.
On the promenade on the 14th floor, there is no abnormality near rooms 4 and 5. The two puppet dolls that Yan Wei threw on the trash can also lay quietly on the trash can in the evening, the lights were dim but quiet.
In room four, the screaming of the woman had stopped.
The two walked quickly to Room No. 4. Yan Mingguang pulled the doorknob, but did not open the door.
Yan Wei frowned: "Is the door locked?"
Yan Mingguang nodded. The man took a step back, lifted his foot in an instant, and kicked the back lock of the room alive.
The thick wooden door slammed back against the wall with a bang, Yan Wei stood behind Yan Mingguang, looked in obliquely from the outside of the door, and saw the scene inside the room clearly in a moment.
Blood flowed all over the floor, and there were large patches of red on the wooden floor of the hotel room. The white mattress was also stained with blood, and the woman in the long skirt during the day was in the middle of the pool of blood. She hung her head and sat on the ground beside the bed. The bathrobe was also stained with blood, and her face seemed to be still dripping. Bleeding, apparently lifeless.
Not far from the pool of blood, a portrait lay flat on the ground. When Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang reminded each player earlier, they had seen this painting in Room 4, and it was hanging on the wall. After they told them, the middle-aged man and his wife also said they would throw the painting away, but they didn't expect the painting to still be in the room.
At the moment, the middle-aged man is wrapped in a bathrobe, sitting huddled in the corner of the room farthest from the woman in the long skirt, lowering his head fiercely, trembling violently, and kept saying: "No, no Come here... let me go... don't come here..."
Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang walked in together.
When he got closer, Yan Wei could see clearly that on the face of the dead woman in long skirt, those beautiful eyes in daytime had been completely gouged out, leaving only two hollow blood spots at this moment. Hole!
The flesh around her eye sockets was very irregular, as if someone had directly pulled out the eyes alive with their hands. Yan Wei even saw something that looked like brain matter, obviously when she dug out her eyes, she went too deep, directly to her head, thus killing her, and blood gushed out from her head.
The two stepped over the pool of blood and walked in front of the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man shouted even more frightened, Yan Wei knelt down in front of him, "Hey, look up, we are not ghosts."
The middle-aged man's voice paused, and then he slowly raised his head. Seeing that it was Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang, he hurried up to hug Yan Mingguang's leg, and shouted, "Help me!! Quick! Throw away the painting!"
Yan Mingguang took a step back with a cold face, without speaking. He didn't even take out the blade he carried with him this time, just took the picture frame in his hand, kicked it with his foot, and kicked the portrait to pieces in an instant.
Yan Wei focused and asked: "The painting? Is the woman in the painting dragging her in and gouging out her eyes?" This is similar to what they encountered in the studio. The person in the painting wanted to goug out the player's eyes and kill player.
The middle-aged man shook his head: "No! No! He walked out of the painting!! We were afraid that there would be problems with the painting, so we took it off and put it on the ground, but just... just... My wife and I were at that time As soon as I got dressed, I turned my head and saw that the painting we had turned upside down on the ground turned upside down, and a man covered in blood—no, he was not a human, but a ghost! He came out of the painting , directly gouged out my wife’s eyes, and then walked back into the painting with her eyes!!”
"What did you say?" Yan Wei was taken aback, "A man? Not a woman? And it was he who came out and moved his hand, didn't he drag people in?"
Yan Wei's pupils shrank for a moment.
This is completely different from the women in the painting they encountered who were dragging people into the painting to gouge their eyes!
The middle-aged man shook his head violently: "It's not a woman, it's a man... covered in blood, and, moreover, his eyes are two blood holes, as if... as if they were also dug out by someone!"
male
Of the countless paintings in this entire hotel, which one is a man
Yan Wei: "!"
He glanced back at Yan Mingguang.
Yan Mingguang obviously reacted, and took out a piece of paper from his pocket—it was the artist's self-portrait they got in the studio.
The self-portrait was spread out, and the self-portrait full of footprints was facing the middle-aged man, Yan Wei hurriedly asked, "Is that him?"
The middle-aged man subconsciously looked towards the self-portrait.
Perhaps it was because the ghost, which was obviously not human anymore, had no eyes and was covered in blood. The middle-aged man stared at it for a while, then suddenly opened his eyes wide in horror, and tried his best to shrink back to the corner of the wall where there was no way to retreat, and shouted Shouting: "Don't come here!!! Don't kill me... Don't kill me..."
"Look at his reaction." Yan Wei stood up slowly, and glanced at the dead woman again, "It's this person—no, it's this ghost. Not only the woman in the painting will bring danger, but also this Painters..." He had previously felt that the difficulty of this copy could not just lie in the paintings on the walls—that was too superficial.
"Go back to the room to discuss." Yan Mingguang slowly put away the self-portrait.
Seeing that they seemed to be leaving, the middle-aged man crawled forward: "Don't go! Help me!"
Yan Wei lowered his head, a trace of sarcasm flashed in his pale brown eyes.
"Your wife just died," he patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder and said, "Dude, aren't you sad?"
The middle-aged man paused in horror.
In the smell of blood that filled the room, Yan Wei took another look at the horrific corpse of a woman. He held back his windbreaker rather unnaturally, relying on the fact that nothing would happen to him at the moment, he explored the room to make sure there were no missing clues.
He originally wanted Yan Mingguang to go back to the room first, so as to avoid any dangerous things happening here. After thinking about it, Room No. 5 was the worst room, and Yan Mingguang got up without hesitation just now, obviously because he had something to rely on, he didn't need to worry, so he didn't say anything.
Yan Wei carefully checked the clues here, Yan Mingguang looked at the side for a while, and suddenly said: "What are you thinking?"
"I wonder why a painter without eyes came out of the painting. Judging from the previous clues, the danger of this copy is that the people in the painting without eyes in the studio will hurt people, maybe they just want to dig out their eyes. But now, The second person among us died, not because of the hand of the woman in the painting. Moreover, all the other people’s previous inferences about the ladder based on the painting have to be overthrown and rethought.”
"I asked just now." Yan Mingguang's voice was cold but deep, yet very forceful, making people subconsciously want to respond.
Yan Wei blinked.
Only then did he realize that what Yan Mingguang asked was what he said to the middle-aged man just now.
"You actually care about this? I thought your head was filled with ice cubes."
Yan Mingguang: "..."
"I didn't think about anything, I just felt that in the face of life and death, human emotions are not worth mentioning. I was thinking just now, what would I do if it were me," Yan Wei shrugged, "I feel like I'm wasting time now Thinking nonsensical questions. People like me...can't fall in love, can't get married."
He stopped talking about this topic: "There are no other clues. This man should not have lied. At present, it seems that only the painting just now is problematic—"
Yan Wei's voice stopped abruptly.
There were very regular but vain footsteps coming from the corridor, and the two of them heard them very familiarly.
Not much else, the footsteps were getting closer, and a thin figure appeared at the door.
It's the waiter.
The tense and thin face of the waiter was even more gloomy at night. He was still wearing the neat but voluminous tuxedo, and he was carrying a garbage bag as tall as half a person and cleaning tools in his hand. The garbage bag was light, apparently empty of anything.
"I heard that there is garbage here. It is my fault to help the guests clean the room. Sorry for the late arrival, I will serve you now."
He completely ignored the blood on the ground and the woman's body, walked directly in front of the woman, and picked up the woman's body with one hand!
Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang stood aside, watching the waiter throw the body into the big black garbage bag. Afterwards, the waiter put the garbage bag aside and began to slowly clean up the blood on the scene.
"Did you see something wrong, Mr. Ice Cube?"
"..." Yan Mingguang nodded, "Yes."
Yan Wei raised his brows lightly, and his voice was low: "Not to mention his weird reaction, his cleaning movements are not unfamiliar. Whether it's a human or a ghost, it must be difficult to deal with corpses for the first time, but he is methodical. , Even the order of the front and back is very good, it is definitely not the first time to clean up the corpse. This shows that this is definitely not the first time such a thing has happened. "
As soon as he finished speaking, the waiter had already cleaned up everything, leaving only a bloodstain on the ground that could not be washed off.
Seemingly having finished cleaning up the "garbage", the waiter walked steadily towards the door with a garbage bag in one hand and a cleaning tool in the other.
Yan Wei bumped Yan Mingguang's arm with his elbow, and said in a low voice, "I don't think it's right."
"Um?"
"It's not the first time the waiter has cleaned up the corpse. There is still a big problem." He propped his elbows and his chin with one hand, and squinted his eyes. It’s all purposeful, that’s the root of everything. Even if it’s a boring thing to pass the time, it also has the purpose of ‘passing the time’. Do you remember? We were in the hotel lobby, the player who died because of disobedience .”
Yan Mingguang nodded.
"The waiter didn't care about that corpse." Yan Wei's eyes moved slightly, and he took out a one-yuan coin from his windbreaker pocket, "But he showed up in time to clean up the corpse of the player whose eyes had been gouged out. When assigning the room, he also specifically said not to come out if there is nothing to do, indicating that he can come out if there is something to do, and there are clues in it."
In just a few minutes, Yan Wei instantly figured out the most important idea.
"Cleaning up the corpses is a clue!" His eyes lit up. "Since we have to clean up, there must be a place to dispose of the corpses. Why does he only deal with the corpses whose eyes have been gouged out? Where does he want to put the corpses?"
With a movement of Yan Wei's knuckles, the coin in his hand was tossed up, and fell back into his palm in a short while.
face up.
This is his habit - the head is to do it, the tail is not to do it.
In the smell of blood all over the room, Yan Wei hooked the corners of his mouth, pretending to be afraid and said: "If I am chased by the waiter later, remember to save me, Mr. Teammate."
After saying that, Yan Wei stepped forward quickly, and unexpectedly directly caught up with the waiter who was carrying the corpse on the corridor.