The patio below the building is very huge, like a modern medium-sized square, with spacious open space, pavilions, rockeries, and lively places like supermarkets and markets.
But everything always seems to be covered with dust, as if it had been eroded by the desert wind and sand a few years ago, and it is difficult to clean it even if it is hard to rebuild.
"Like a ruin." Shao Ling couldn't describe his mood at the moment. Everything in front of him was both spectacular and terrifying. "This place is like a newly unearthed dungeon. Maybe there are stories buried waiting for us to dig."
Mu Yiran listened to Shao Ling's description and felt a little bit, but he didn't speak.
"This place is too big. If you just look for the autograph without a clue, it is estimated that you won't be able to find it in ten years." Wei Dong looked at this majestic building, and actually missed the ship from the previous painting. The ship and the sea, although vast, are simple, "Besides, there are too many NPCs..."
Luo Yu hugged the dog and shivered: "I don't want to stay in this place for ten years..."
"As beautiful as you think, we will only have seven days." Wei Dong reminded Luo Ye mercilessly.
Luo Meng didn't say a word, but Xin Chunwu cried.
Everyone looked at this magnificent and complex building, and some wanted to cry without tears.
There was only a simple house in the painting that I saw clearly. Who knew that the structure of the house could be so complicated, and that so many vivid NPCs could live there.
"Look, there are a lot of people gathered on the platform on the second floor." Du Lingyu pointed to a platform the size of a basketball court on the second floor. It was indeed full of people, and people on all floors seemed to be rushing in that direction.
"That's probably where the incident happened," Qin Ci slowed down, "the deceased Xiayu mentioned by the lamplighter should be there."
"This is the first obvious clue that the painting gave us." Zhu Haowen also stopped, not intending to squeeze into the crowd.
"If this is a clue, is the signature on Yuxia's body? Are we going to look for the signature on a corpse?" Cao Youning felt that his voice didn't look much like himself. Everything today was too illusory. I really hope this is just a field of dreams.
"It's Xiayu," Xi Shengnan corrected him, "it's not Yuxia."
"This is just a person in the painting, and he is already dead. It has nothing to do with us at all." Cao Youning was in a bad mood. He didn't think about Xiayu or Yuxia at all. He felt that the so-called deceased in the painting was like When she was a child, the white doll that my sister used to scare her was dragged and crawled on the floor face down with her hair loose.
"Xiayu, why do I think this name is a little familiar? If I remember correctly, the word Xia should be the flawless flaw." Du Lingyu seemed to remember something, and turned to look at Xi Shengnan: "Sister Xi, I remember In your novels…”
Xi Shengnan looked at everyone's gaze: "Maybe it's just a coincidence, there is a heroine in my novel named Xiayu, that's my first novel."
Unexpectedly, Xi Shengnan is not only a photographer, but also a novelist.
"It's just a hobby." Xi Shengnan said lightly.
At this time, a few people were passing by the members, with the mentality of watching the excitement: "Miss Xiayu is really pitiful, if I tell you, this name is not auspicious, and Meiyu has flaws."
"Some of you said that there are sets of sets. If you can measure words, what do you need those Master Wu to do?" Another said.
"Let's listen to what Master Wu has to say, the murderer can't escape Wu's eyes."
Several people walked to the platform on the second floor where the crowd gathered.
"Meiyu Wuxia, Sister Xi, this is exactly the same as the name of the heroine you wrote." Du Lingyu's voice trembled slightly. She didn't understand how the painting obtained everyone's information, but she was able to capture the text works written by the members.
Xi Shengnan's face is not very good-looking, even if it is just a coincidence, it is also an unlucky coincidence.
"Sister Xi, how did Xiayu die in the novel?" Wei Dong asked.
Xi Shengnan twitched the corners of his mouth: "I didn't die, Xiayu didn't die in the novel, and finally got happiness with her own efforts."
I don't know why, Wei Dong felt that Xiayu didn't die even more sad, and the wicked pusher seemed to want to kill happy and beautiful things for others to see.
"Maybe this is a coincidence, let's go and find out what the surname of Xiayu here is." Lu Heng was trying to comfort Xi Shengnan.
Xi Shengnan seemed to be a little discouraged, his eyes rolled around in the crowd, and finally landed on Mu Yiran's face.
Mu Yiran: "The shorter the time we stay in the painting, the better, I suggest to divide into three groups now, one group will go back to our room to find clues; Local rules are fine; the last group goes downstairs to the scene of the incident."
"I'll go down and have a look." Fang Fei said simply, at this moment, she had made a simple change to her clothes, and tightly tied the wide gauze for the baotou around her waist, making her whole person look very neat.
"I'm going too!" Wei Dong followed.
Wei Dong's rare bravery and generosity made Luo Xun beside him stunned. Luo Xiao whispered, "I won't go... I'm not used to corpses..."
Lu Heng said to Xi Shengnan: "Don't think too much first, let's go to a few people to explore the wind."
Xi Shengnan was a little timid when he wanted to go, so he had to nod at this moment: "You guys pay attention to safety."
Ke Xun and Mu Yiran exchanged glances, and went behind Wei Dong: "When did you get so fat? Dare to rush forward alone."
Now Weidong has indeed grown up a lot, and he rarely calls out "Ke'er, big brother" for help. Seeing today's Luo Yutian "brother, brother-in-law" reminds Weidong of who he used to be.
"Walk forward alone?" Wei Dong pointed to Fang Fei who was walking in front: "She's quite emboldening."
Ke Xun: "..."
Fang Fei walked at the front, and the corset cotton robe was actually very appropriate to wear on her body. Under the candlelight, the cotton robe's fabric showed a matte exotic pattern, and the round beaded pattern was filled with flowers and birds.
Wei Dong looked at the pattern on his clothes, and it was similar to everyone else: "I think the birds on it are all crows."
"Touching the wood is unlucky." Ke Xun was expressionless.
"Damn it, Hao Wen'er is on your upper body?" Wei Dong stopped talking. Everyone had come to the second floor at this time, and some people in the crowd in front seemed to be arguing loudly.
- "It's him! It must be him! The Xiao family has always wanted to marry the Chu family, but now that hope has failed, he simply killed Xiayu!" It seems that someone is identifying the murderer.
People's eyes were almost all focused on the face of a red-faced young man, the young man's eyes flickered a few times, and then he justified himself: "I didn't kill her anyway, even if the marriage fails, I don't need to kill."
Soon someone else said: "You said something like this, and what you say you can't get, no one else can get it! When you said this, many of us were there!"
"I..." The young man was speechless for a moment.
The voices of these people were so loud that Ke Xun could hear them clearly even standing outside the crowd.
Wei Dong couldn't help whispering to Ke Xun: "Why is this plot so bloody? It's a bit like a bloody drama written by a third-rate editor in the 00s..."
"Don't say that, Sheng Nan is someone who writes seriously." Lu Heng, who was standing beside him, said suddenly.
The information content of this sentence is not small, Ke Xun turned his face to look at Lu Heng, Fang Fei, who was standing in front of a few people, also turned back: "You mean, what is happening now is consistent with the plot in the book? "
Wei Dong also expressed surprise: "Have you read that book? Women's novels?"
Fang Fei's eyes drifted from Wei Dong's face: Is this the point...
However, Lu Heng answered Wei Dong's words first: "Yes, I have seen it. It was Sheng Nan's debut novel, which was published on the website of a women's literature city. A real feeling…”
"Brother, talk about the key point." Wei Dong reminded.
Lu Heng cleared his throat a little embarrassedly: "The heroine Xiayu, also surnamed Chu, had a marriage contract with the Xiao family before. Later, the Xiao family declined, and the Chu family unilaterally terminated the engagement."
The young man identified by everyone is from the Xiao family. According to people's words, he had a marriage contract with the deceased Xiayu before, and he once said in front of everyone the cruel words of 'If you ask for nothing, it is better to kill him'. Taking it out as evidence, Xiao Lang could hardly argue.
After listening to Lu Heng's words, a few people were quiet for a moment. Fang Fei first looked at Ke Xun: "I don't believe that this painting will read out our inner world one by one like the last time."
Ke Xun thought for a while and asked Lu Heng, "Did Xi Shengnan know photographer Bi Di before?"
"I don't think they know each other. Bi Di passed away in the 1990s. Besides, the cities where the two live are far away, so it is unlikely that they will meet." Lu Heng hesitated for a while, and added: "The only one The intersection is probably photography.”
But why did the first clue given by the painting choose Xi Shengnan's novel? If Xi Shengnan had no special relationship with the painter, would the situation like today appear to every member in the future
Ke Xun looked at Fang Fei: "I also don't believe that this painting will go down the same path as the previous painting and dig deep into each member's inner information."
Through the silhouette of the river, Wei Dong vaguely saw the deceased Xiayu lying there. His body was covered with a gray cloth, with dark red blood seeping out from under the cloth. Standing in one direction, as if intending to identify the murderer.
Wei Dong's heart trembled, and when he got closer to Ke Xun, he felt a little more at ease.
"I think this painting is only based on the novel written by Sister Xi, and it has also changed a lot of places. Sister Xi just said that the heroine did not die at all, and lived a happy life." Wei Dong said himself "This story has developed so far, and it has little to do with that novel."
Lu Heng pursed his slightly thick lips, and under the candlelight, his facial features were closer to those of Southeast Asians: "This is Sheng Nan's first novel, she has previously revealed that it is almost a semi-autobiographical novel. , I heard that many writers' first novels are somewhat autobiographical in nature."
The flickering candlelight is as blurry and ominous as what Lu Heng said - autobiography, isn't that the deceased Xiayu the incarnation of Xi Shengnan himself.
The candlelight jumped more and more, but the crowd suddenly quieted down. A gust of wind came with momentum and aura, and someone was whispering: "Master Wu is here."