Yan Wei raised his hand and patted the waiter on the shoulder, "Hey buddy."
The waiter gritted his teeth and turned to look at him with a wooden face. Under the dim light in the corridor, his extremely protruding eyeballs are more eye-catching because of his thinness. The white parts of his eyes are bloodless and extremely pale.
Yan Wei seemed to be talking to a normal waiter: "It's so tiring to carry such a heavy thing by yourself. Why don't I help you carry something..."
He stretched out his hand and said politely, "Why don't you give me the cleaning tools, and I'll help you carry them."
During the movement, Yan Wei touched the black ring with no pattern on his finger, and the information panel popped out. Sure enough, in the buff/debuff column, the "waiter's dislike" and "waiter's favor" began to light up in turn.
The waiter's thin face smiled at him at one moment, grinned at him at another. In the information bar, the buffs and debuffs hanging on him light up in turn.
— finally stopped at "waiter's favor".
Yan Wei was actually a little disappointed—he wanted to see the waiter go crazy.
This is really Schrödinger's buff.
"Guest," the waiter threw the garbage bag directly into his hand, "You are really kind, thank you for your help."
The garbage bag containing a dead body was heavy, and Yan Wei was mentally prepared to pick up the cleaning tool, but when the weight came down, his hands trembled and he almost missed it.
Yan Wei, who felt that he touched the corpse through the garbage bag: "..."
"Are you leaving, guest?"
He controlled his expression and smiled without changing his face: "Let's go."
The long corridor was as long as ever, and after a few roundabouts, Yan Weicai followed the waiter to the elevator.
The elevator door opened, he followed the waiter into the elevator, and put the garbage bag on the floor of the elevator. The waiter put down the cleaning tool and took out a magnetic card from the pocket of his tuxedo.
The magnetic card was swiped next to the button of the elevator, and there was a "beep". Subsequently, the waiter pressed the "-1" button.
-basement one.
Yan Wei's eyes froze.
They walked through the fifteenth floor of the hotel without a magnetic card at all, as long as they entered the elevator, they could use it. The waiter never mentioned the basement floor to them from the beginning to the end. The players also tried to press the "-1" button when they were exploring before, but nothing happened. Now it seems that it's not that there is no response, but that they don't have a magnetic card.
He was still thinking about it, when the waiter suddenly raged and said, "Guest, what are you doing here!? Are you doubting my professionalism, don't you believe that I can handle the garbage well?"
Yan Wei touched the black ring, and as expected, he saw the debuff "waiter's disgust" lit up on the information bar.
The waiter will definitely not let him continue to follow. In addition to the information on the magnetic card, is there anything else in the waiter's move to clean up the corpse tonight
Yan Wei raised his eyebrows, met the waiter's cold and terrifying gaze, and asked, "Brother, if you are very angry, will you be so angry that you want to kill someone?"
The waiter has slowly stretched out his hand towards his neck, with a hoarse voice: "Disobedient guests will be killed..."
He seemed to want to admire Yan Wei's panicked appearance, he looked straight at Yan Wei, and moved very slowly, for fear that he would not be able to wait for Yan Wei's frightened expression if he moved too fast.
But the young man raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, leaned back, sideways bypassed the waiter's thin and strong arms, and said with a sigh of relief: "It's good that you can kill people."
One-half of the undead skill, all fatal injuries are invalid.
He took a deep breath, trying to make himself forget about the existence of cleanliness, and raised his hand to touch the waiter's exquisite and neat tuxedo—he wanted to make sure that there was nothing other than the magnetic card, and whether the magnetic card was the main clue.
The waiter suddenly shouted: "Guest, what are you doing!!?"
Yan Wei moved his hands up and down, and replied honestly, "I'm touching you."
The waiter gritted his teeth: "It's good that the disobedient customers die!!!"
This time he stopped dawdling, and stretched out his hands to break Yan Wei's neck!
next moment-
Nothing happened.
The waiter's hands seemed to be stuck by some strange force, and whenever they approached Yan Wei's neck, they always stopped there suddenly. The more he failed to succeed, the more angry he became, the more he wanted to kill Yan Wei immediately.
- The more you can't kill.
waiter:"???"
Yan Wei had already dug out all the pockets of the waiter - except for the magnetic card, there was nothing else. It seems that the information given in the step of cleaning up the corpse tonight is that there are clues on the basement floor. As for the magnetic card, whether he can take it or not, even if he does, the waiter will not let him go to the basement floor now.
Yan Wei cleared his mind in an instant, without taking the magnetic card, he just turned around and bent over to pick up the garbage bag containing the corpse on the ground, and out of revenge, he directly put the garbage bag's hand rope on the waiter's head, and directly hung the garbage bag on the on the waiter's neck.
Even though he was as strong as a waiter, he was slightly staggered by the weight of the entire corpse.
He avenged the waiter for throwing a garbage bag into his hands just now, and walked out of the elevator contentedly: "Good night buddy."
After finishing speaking, Yan Wei quickly left without looking back. The waiter seemed to be limited to handling the corpses, and did not catch up, but just stood in the elevator and looked at Yan Wei angrily.
The elevator door closed slowly behind him, and Yan Wei hurried back to Room 5.
The door of Room No. 5 was open, and Yan Mingguang was standing by the door waiting for him. As soon as Yan Wei came back, he closed the door first, first washed his hands carefully, then walked quickly to the desk, and tore off a post-it note on the desk.
"All right?" Yan Mingguang asked him.
The man put his hands in his pockets and leaned slightly against the desk, but his back was very straight, and his temperament was as snowy as pine. He seems to be always in a state of being ready to shoot at any time, and he is much more vigilant than ordinary people. He doesn't look like someone who has passed a comfortable life, but seems to have been immersed in killing for a long time.
Yan Wei shook his head: "Nothing happened, but I just followed the elevator and was kicked out by the waiter." He picked up the pen and began to write down the clues he found now on the paper, "But I found one thing—the corpse was taken away." He took it to the basement floor of the hotel, and only the magnetic card on the waiter can open the basement floor."
This is not good news.
Yan Mingguang: "Sooner or later we have to meet the waiter."
There is a problem with the basement floor, and the magnetic card that can go to the basement floor is in the hands of the waiter. If they want to find clues on the basement floor, they must try to get the magnetic card from the waiter.
Yan Wei nodded: "Yes, the basement floor is our goal. But besides the basement floor, there are still many problems."
He wrote three words on the paper.
—portrait, painter, eye.
Yan Wei connected these three words in a triangular shape and said: "We have now confirmed that the women in the portraits may kill people. The women in the complete paintings simply want to kill people, but in the studio on the top floor, the paintings without eyes The middle-aged people want to dig out our eyes. The paintings with eyes are the early works of the painter, and the later works of the painter. Only his self-portrait and the painting of the female doctor in the studio are complete, and all others lack eyes.”
He turned the pen in his hand and thoughtfully said, "Because the artist's later paintings lack eyes, so the ghost wants to goug the eyes of living people to fill himself?"
How about the painter who came out to kill tonight? Judging by the expression of the middle-aged man, the one who crawled out of the painting to kill must be the painter. The painter himself also lacks eyes, and can be different from the person in the painting, the painter can crawl out and kill people.
"If you want a complete logic, you can also explain it. That is, a painter who doesn't know why he can't draw, dare not draw, or can't draw eyes, draws a bunch of incomplete words in the studio. I don't know what happened after that , the painter died, his own eyes were gone, and the paintings he drew came alive. The people in the paintings without eyes wanted to goug out the eyes of living people, so as to fill their own lack of eyes. Everything and The painting has something to do with the eyes, where will the clues of the ladder be...?"
Yan Wei paused for words.
Yan Mingguang was at the side, picked up a pen, and wrote three words with the pen.
—Studio, room 1, basement floor.
The strokes are cold and powerful, completely different from Yan Wei's eloquent style.
Yan Wei stared at these words for a while, then chuckled lightly.
"I think we still have a lot of problems to solve. Then why did the waiter take the corpse to the basement? There is also room 1 on the top floor next to the studio. We live in rooms 2 to 5. I don't believe that Room One is of any use. But our trail has come to an end."
"Tomorrow's art exhibition."
Yan Wei shook his head: "The reason why we have come to an end is that all the speculations about the painting seem to be inseparable, but we can't find any important clues about many things that we don't understand. I think, apart from the painting exhibition, we There's one more place to go."
He wrote down the word "hospital" heavily on the sticky note.
In the studio at that time, Yan Wei also noticed that many portraits had no background, or only a few bunches of flowers and other decorative backgrounds. But there are still some paintings, they all have the same background—hospital.
Yan Wei looked at it specially at that time, there was no hospital outside the window of the studio, it could not have been drawn by the artist sitting by the window and looking at the scenery outside the window. A background that cannot be seen all the time but appears frequently must be a place often visited by painters.
And that complete portrait of a female doctor...
More clues about the eye-gouging person and the painter may make some progress in this hospital.
"Tonight..." Yan Wei was thoughtful, "Will something happen again?"
The quiet night passed quietly as the clock slowly crawled, and the hotel where only seven living people were left was silent and gloomy, and the warm yellow corridor lights seemed to be unable to bring out any brightness.
In Room No. 5, Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang were lying on the bed with a clear boundary, breathing evenly and slowly.
After all, after a busy day, no matter how picky Yan Wei was, he still felt drowsy in the end. But before the drowsiness swept over him, he suddenly heard a rustling sound outside the door.
The night light that had been kept on suddenly went out silently!
Room No. 5, which was originally very bright, was suddenly dark. The windows were clearly closed airtight, but the thick curtains swayed slightly, as if something lightly passed by, bringing a cool breeze.
The sound was very soft, like someone's footsteps. But it was too light, completely unlike the pace of a normal person's weight. The wooden floor of the hotel makes an almost insignificant friction sound...
Squeak, squeak...
The sound was getting closer and closer to the bedside.
Most of Yan Wei's drowsiness dissipated, her whole body was tense, and her hands under the quilt were slowly clenched. The person who didn't know what came stopped by the bed, the voice fell silent for a moment, and a chill swept over Yan Wei's neck.
He felt the thing that touched his head and neck—it seemed to be cold knuckles, very stiff to the touch, and seemed to be slightly wet.
But this "thing" only touched him once, and then, it seemed to be rummaging around the bedside for something. Yan Wei tried his best to keep his breathing steady, and quietly grabbed Yan Mingguang's hand under the quilt—Yan Mingguang must have woken up.
But Yan Wei felt that they couldn't open their eyes.
This is obviously not personal, like sneaking around, groping for something in the darkness around. It's okay that they are still asleep at the moment. If they open their eyes, who knows what the hell they will see, and will it trigger any danger? Although he is not dead, he will also be injured. If he is seriously injured in this dungeon, he will be extremely passive the next day after the undead state is released.
Under the quilt, Yan Wei's hand rested on Yan Mingguang's, the warm feeling of the palm was completely different from the cold and gloomy feeling just now. Yan Wei also felt the tense state of Yan Mingguang's whole body, he tapped his fingertips slightly, and wrote a word "no" on the opponent's palm.
— don't open your eyes.
Yan Mingguang seemed to understand, and lightly tapped Yan Wei's hand with his fingertips.
The cool feeling lasted for a while, and the rustling footsteps sounded again. The unknown thing seemed to be far away from the bed, and the cold feeling also dissipated.
But Yan Wei didn't hear the sound of the door opening, but heard footsteps suddenly appearing on the long corridor outside. Through a door, Yan Wei couldn't hear clearly, only felt that he was still searching for something.
Not long after, all the sounds disappeared again, and the dark room was very quiet. Neither Yan Wei nor Yan Mingguang opened their eyes to speak - the ghost may or may not have left.
Yan Wei lay stretched on his side on the bed, his hand under the quilt was still in the posture of resting on Yan Mingguang's palm. Such a close contact made Yan Mingguang's hands drip with cold sweat on his palms, Yan Wei didn't move, closed his eyes, and concentrated on feeling the surrounding environment.
Fortunately, the thing that groped on him never seemed to appear again in the middle of the night.
Yan Wei's sleep that night was really drowsy, tense and unsteady.
When he woke up during the day, Yan Mingguang had packed everything up and was sitting on the small sofa by the window with a calm expression. The man's back was straight, his slender legs were placed neatly and evenly, and his sitting posture was upright, not like a person who just got up early.
"Good morning—" Yan Wei looked back from Yan Mingguang, and his hoarse voice suddenly froze, "My day!!!"
The little drowsiness that still remained in him dissipated completely in an instant.
The original white as new mattress, bedside table, and wall... were covered with dense bloody handprints! ! Those places are clearly the places where that unknown thing fumbled in the middle of the night!
Yan Wei flipped the quilt over in an instant and got out of bed, and quickly ran into the bathroom, and as expected, he saw a dry bloodstain on the back of his neck where the thing had touched. It was obviously a mark touched by a bloody finger, not thick, even a little thin. Faced with nausea, Yan Wei looked in the mirror and compared it with his own hand, and it really didn't look like a living person's hand.
The bloodstains didn't scare him, but his picky cleanliness fell foul instantly, and he took a shower in the morning without saying a word. When Yan Wei came out, Yan Mingguang was standing at the door of Room No. 5, holding the doorknob in one hand, opening the door, as if he was looking at the corridor outside.
Yan Wei took a closer look at the terrifying bloody handprints beside the bed, then walked up to Yan Mingguang and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Yan Mingguang didn't speak, but raised his hand and pointed to a place in the corridor outside the door.
Yan Wei looked in the direction, his gaze paused.
That's the trash can they threw the dolls in yesterday. To be cautious, they threw out everything related to eyes in the room yesterday, and also threw the two puppet dolls with exquisitely made eyes on both sides of the bed into the trash can.
But at this moment, the trash can was completely overturned on the ground, and the two originally exquisite dolls had fallen to the ground not far away. The doll was also covered in bloody fingerprints. Their eyes, which were originally as lifelike and exquisite as black gemstones, have been completely dug out, and only the cotton wool inside the doll can be seen popping out of the hollowed out eye holes.
Yan Wei frowned, "These two dolls were placed on the bedside yesterday, and the place where the ghost was groping last night was also around the bed..."
They seem to have avoided a death trigger.
But Yan Wei didn't feel relieved at all, instead his heart tightened. He walked slowly to the overturned trash can and squatted down, carefully looking at the two dolls whose eyes had been hollowed out.
If the woman in the long skirt who died on the first night was targeted at some point, then what happened to these two dolls? If they didn't throw the doll out, and something happened to them at night, wouldn't it mean that this ghost would kill three people in one night
Yan Wei originally thought that the so-called art exhibition lasted for nine days, and nine of them entered the copy. Excluding the first player who died because of disobedience, a woman in a long skirt died last night. Just one person for one night, this is the upper limit of time for them in the dungeon.
But now, if it is even possible for three people to die in one night...they only have seven people now, and they can't last for a few days at all. This so-called nine days is simply a trick to make people relax their vigilance!