Since the NPC didn't have any tasks to explain, everyone spent the time after breakfast just looking for the seal.
Since the old man Li Taiyong's legs and feet are not very neat, he temporarily stayed at Wumei Restaurant for tea and waiting.
At this time, the remaining 10 people gathered in the patio yard.
Because of the real death incident that happened last night, those newcomers who entered the painting for the first time have some fatalistic silence, and at the same time have the positivity from the survival instinct.
"Does Xiaomu have any clues?" Qin Ci took the lead.
Everyone also listened attentively, and somehow felt that this tall man was not easy.
Mu Yiran raised his head and looked at the oddly-shaped bungalow: "Only by finding out the clues of the death can we find out the location of the seal—from the current situation of 402, the death that happened last night is consistent with the fire last year. I don't know if this counts as a vague law of death."
Obviously more than one person thought of this question, Sha Liu also nodded: "The concierge called everyone together to talk about last year's events, I think this may also be a pattern! - After every death incident, NPC will Responsible for explaining the 'death template'."
The death template is a novel and apt term.
Thinking about it carefully, this setting of NPC is actually very cruel. When something goes wrong in a certain room, the old concierge will stand up and say: The same thing happened in this room a few years ago, how did that person die? , now understand...
"If every person in the room will be cursed by the deceased in this room, then what we urgently need to solve now is - what murders have happened in their respective rooms before!" Sha Liu was a little excited, his eyes swept over everyone present , "Before looking for the seal, I think this is the first thing that needs to be solved urgently!"
"However, after the lights are turned off, you won't be allowed to visit the door. In the end, the only person in danger is the resident in this room!" Xin Miao was the one who spoke, and her face was pale at this time—the 402 resident, now she is the only one left. one person.
Wei Dong couldn't help comforting Xin Miao: "As long as you don't break the rules, it shouldn't be so miserable... Besides, something has happened to your room once, so the probability should be smaller."
Qiu Lu also quickly caught Wei Dong's words: "Yes! They had an accident last night because they were randomly visiting the door! They broke the rules! As long as we carefully remember the words of the concierge, not to visit the door or to the floor after the lights are out, then we should It's alright!" - Qiu Lu rarely speaks so loudly, but at this moment she seems to be emboldening herself.
Zhitiao is the more realistic one among the three poets: "But people still die every day. Doctor Qin said yesterday that once there is no death incident, everyone will choose a person..."
Everyone stopped talking.
In the end, it was Ke Xun who said: "From the current situation, there is still no obvious law of death. I think we should not go to the meeting so 'smoothly' to vote."
Mu Yi Ran glanced at Ke Xun: Are you consoling everyone...
Shaliu was a little anxious: "Obviously there is a pattern - the death incident in the room will repeat itself! If you carefully observe and analyze it, you will find clues in the room! For example, the smoked black walls before 402, that is An example of death in the past!"
"There has only been one death incident so far. We are not sure that the so-called death template will definitely be staged in this room, and it must be aimed at the tenants in this room." Ke Xun's eyes did not look at the burning Salix, but scanned After walking around the stairs at the four corners, I fell into thinking again.
But Mu Yiran took Ke Xun's words: "Last night, there was a strange incident of the disappearance of the stairs, which should be closely related to the death design last night, so the location of the accident is very large, not limited to the interior of the room. ; Secondly, in addition to the rigid rules of NPC, there must be other death conditions that we do not know about. If someone violates the death conditions outside the room and does not return to his room, will it become another room? What about the prey of the death template?"
Ke Xun looked at Mu Yiran, his eyes had to become subtle, this big guy actually explained the problem for him just now? And it's pretty much the same as what I thought...
"Outside the room? Why do people appear outside the room in the middle of the night?" Qiu Lu thought about this question and felt terrible.
Ke Xun, however, glanced at Shaliu meaningfully: "The NPC's rule is not to visit the door, not to climb the stairs, that is to say, in addition to the room where he lives, the entire corridor on this floor, as well as this floor. The four stairwells and public toilets are all legal."
Sha Liu didn't care that Ke Xun saw what he was thinking, but felt that more smart people would make him more at ease: "In this case, if something really happened in a certain room, and the person who happened to be able to escape from the room by chance, Then people from other rooms can come to the corridor to help, which is neither the door nor the stairs, but to help each other within the law!"
Xin Miao was a little excited after hearing this: "Then can I stay in the corridor all night? I really don't dare to go back to the house by myself! Tina and the others will die in... "
"If we can stay in the corridor all the time, we won't be assigned a room," Qin Ci corrected the other party's thoughts, "The method Sha Liu said should only be a short-term emergency rescue."
Qiu Lu's reaction was relatively slow. At this time, she realized what Sha Liu said, and hurriedly took Xin Miao's hand beside her: "Yes! We girls are powerless, and then we will have to you big men. Help!" After he said that, he pulled Xin Miao's hand hard, and Xin Miao also hurriedly nodded.
Shouzhu comforted the two and said, "Don't worry, we men are supposed to protect girls."
Zhu Haowen, who had not said a word for a long time, suddenly said: "There are no young or old on Huangquan Road, and there are no men and women in this death apartment. There is no reason why one should take care of another."
Qiu Lu felt that her self-esteem was a little frustrated. She glanced at this Japanese man with a comfortable appearance, but what the other person said was really uncomfortable: "Do you know which cloud is raining? Who can help who? It must be! Just like we are taking care of Grandpa Li now, we can go further by supporting each other!"
"If you're going to run for your life now, will you help Grandpa Li from behind?" Zhu Haowen asked back, "This is the Chunsun Apartment, not the so-called Titanic."
Wei Dong quickly patted his roommate: "Don't bother, do you understand, what they said has nothing to do with the two of us!" Then he looked at Shaliu, "We live on the sixth floor, according to Saying that you can't be on the same floor is like being isolated by you guys."
Shaliu rolled his eyes: "Then let's talk about what strange phenomenon you have in 616, let's help you find a solution first!"
Wei Dong thought about it, except for the headache and chest tightness in the 616 he was in, he really didn't find any other strange places: "Our house is quite clean, but I just feel panicked, Ke Er, you can go in and try it later. try?"
"Okay, just now Grandpa Li gave me a bottle of Danshen dripping pills. I'll take a look at it later..." Before Ke Xun finished speaking, he heard Zhu Haowen say, "Our house is deformed."
Ke Xun: "What the hell?"
Everyone's expressions were different after hearing it: what is deformed? Do you think this is an apartment-style Transformers
Mu Yiran stared at Zhu Haowen: "Transformation?"
Zhu Haowen nodded: "I started looking for the seal as soon as I entered the room last night, so I remember the approximate location and angle of the room. After waking up in the morning, the outer wall of the room tilted slightly inward, and many were placed against the wall. The position of the items has shifted slightly, and the angle between the wall and the ground is no longer a standard 90 degrees, and it seems to be changing at an acute angle."
Many people digested it for a while before they understood what Zhu Haowen said.
Wei Dong was most surprised. He didn't expect that the person who shared the same room with him was actually a simple person. He wanted to say "Brothers will depend on you in the future", but he was afraid that the other party would reply with "There are no brothers in the spring bamboo shoots apartment". Silence.
Mu Yiran said: "We'd better go back to our respective rooms to check it out, think about the difference from last night, and look for the seal in the room by the way - gather at the restaurant during lunch, and focus on the changes or abnormalities in the room. Meeting to discuss."
Everyone thought it made sense, and Zhu Haowen also nodded.
Ke Xun and Mu Yiran returned to 411 again. The fourth floor was the one with the most residents in the team. In addition to 411, there were 410 where Sha Liu and Qiu Lu lived, and 402 where only Xin Miao lived.
If the scope of activities is limited to this floor, in terms of physical strength and reaction ability, Ke Xun and Mu Yiran are undoubtedly the best on this floor, and the other three are women. protected object.
Shaliu said a lot just now, in fact, he wanted to bring the topic to this point.
Ke Xun didn't think too much about this. If he saw that his companion was in danger, he would never stand idly by - this point doesn't need anyone's reminder or emphasis.
"Do you know anything about the artist and this painting?" Ke Xun turned on the electric fan, and opened the door and small windows, which allowed some air to circulate in the stuffy room.
Mu Yiran carefully observed the corner of the room, and did not seem to notice any difference from last night, especially the angle between the wall and the ground, and there was nothing wrong.
"Breaking Ground is not a painting."
"Don't tell me, it's actually a horror movie." Ke Xun faced the electric fan, and his voice spread out in a looping and illusory shape.
Mu Yi paused and finished his words: "'Breaking the Ground' is not a single painting, but a series of works, telling about the author's growth environment when he was a teenager, and the 12 paintings are very life-like works. ."
"12 paintings?"
"The Groundbreaking series consists of 12 paintings in total. The paintings include street scenes of the author's childhood, food stalls, barber shops, etc., all of which record the lives of ordinary people."
"Is there any mention of Chunsun Apartment? Or a cylindrical building like this?" Ke Xun asked.
"I haven't studied those 12 paintings seriously. Compared with the magical realism paintings of the painter Luo Bin, these 12 paintings are too real and seem ordinary." Several famous paintings of the painter appeared in Mu Yiran's mind. Paintings are often full of mysterious and grotesque colors, but there are profound social and historical significance behind them.
"Did you see any scenes before you entered the painting?" Ke Xun tried to recall what he saw at the time, "such as electric fans or kids jumping rubber bands."
"I can't see as much as you, except for the "Breaking Ground" label in the corner of the painting, I vaguely see one in the vortex of the painting..." Mu Yi frowned, and he also thought that the image was a bit strange, even funny : "A bamboo shoot."
"Bamboo shoots?" Ke Xun really doesn't remember seeing anything related to bamboo shoots since he came to the apartment. "Bamboo shoots, could it be related to Chunshun Apartment?"
Mu Yiran didn't answer, and stared at the old-fashioned writing desk in front of him: "There is a word engraved on this desk."
"An early word?" Ke Xun also came over and saw that he had indeed engraved a word on his desk - gui, as if it had been engraved with a ballpoint pen, because there were obvious ultramarine blue marks on it.
The characters are deeply engraved, and I don't know how long I have repeatedly drawn them with a fragile ballpoint pen. Every stroke is deeply engraved into the table. It is conceivable that the writer has a strong desire and even hatred.