The internal structure of the castle is very complicated. After Ke Xun and the others went up to the fourth floor, they went through a long open-air corridor before they saw Mi Wei who reached out to greet everyone.
The other end of the corridor is connected to a cylindrical building. Fortunately, it is very bright during the day. Although I am not sure where the light source is, the interior of the semi-circular hall is unobstructed.
The other half circle is a room with a closed door, and the color of the door is a striking blood red.
Because of the indication and reminder of this color, everyone is afraid to open the door easily, for fear that it will cause the consequences of polluting the color.
Xin Beibei suddenly screamed and jumped to hide behind Ke Xun—a small piece of red liquid flowed out from under the red gate, like a pool of viscous blood.
Everyone is far away from the door, but their eyes are all staring at the red liquid overflowing under the door. The liquid seems to be flowing slowly, and it is difficult to imagine what happened inside the door.
"It's not blood." Mu Yiran's voice was still slightly cold.
Ke Xun looked into each other's eyes: it wasn't blood, it was the color that belonged to this room.
"According to the previous practice, once a death event occurs, the color of the door will turn gray and white, which is the room that the NPC has lost its color." Zhu Haowen's voice suddenly sounded, and he looked at Ke Xun: "We can only judge now. , Zhang Tianwei may not be dead."
There were only Zhang Tianwei and He Yu in the red room at the beginning. This morning, the bedrooms they lived in had lost their color, including the red work room on the first floor.
What does this sudden bloody red door represent
"However, there is no one among us who represents red. At present, no one is qualified to open this door." Qin Ci looked at the red door, which was much taller and wider than those of the previous rooms. of pressure.
Ke Xun carefully looked at the crack of the door: "Our previous doors did not have inner and outer locks, and this door should be the same. It's just because there is no wind in this world, so it will be tightly closed."
"But how do we get it open?" Wei Dong's eyes searched around, hoping to find a medium such as a wooden stick to open the door.
Perhaps it was Ke Xun's words that reminded Mu Yiran, Mu Yiran's eyes lit up slightly: "We can try to create wind."
Ke Xun understood, and had already reached the junction of the hall and the corridor. There was actually a wooden door here, probably because it was open all the year round, so people would ignore it.
Mu Yiran also came over, followed by Zhu Haowen, the three of them worked together to quickly push the heavy wooden door to close, trying to send some "wind" into the hall.
"It works!" At this time, the red door had been "blown" by a wide gap, and Qin Ci and Wei Dong also came to help.
Mi Wei thought of something, and closed the glass windows on both sides of the hall, leaving the air vent at the door.
The five men worked together to quickly push the heavy wooden door open. This time, there was a clear air circulation, and the red door opened silently.
Although the door was opened, all the people did not dare to walk in easily, but stood outside the door to observe.
Soon, Xin Beibei's scream resounded throughout the castle.
In the empty semi-circular room, there was only one extra-large glass jar, which was filled with red liquid. For some reason, those liquids kept overflowing from the mouth of the jar, filling the entire ground, and the excess just spread. out of the room.
The red liquid is not viscous, and even in a somewhat translucent state in the glass jar, you can vaguely see a person soaked in it.
The person in the tank is standing upright in the liquid, and the limbs are suspended. Because of the barrier of the red liquid, it is impossible to see its original color.
It's more like a biological specimen than a human being.
Everyone seemed to be able to distinguish the vague features of the specimen, but no one made a sound.
In the end Qin Ci said, "It's Zhang Tianwei."
With tears in her eyes, Mi Wei covered her mouth tightly with her hands and nodded.
Xin Beibei's desperate cry sounded again.
"Let's go back first, people in the working room will be worried." Zhu Haowen looked at Xin Beibei: "You are screaming too loudly."
Ke Xun pulled Mu Yi and took a few steps back. The red liquid was still slowly spreading out: "Why does the liquid in the jar increase for no reason?"
It's almost like there is a water inlet attached to the bottom.
Mu Yiran: "The creator of the red should be Zhang Tianwei, and these liquids may have come from him."
Mu Yiran's eyes stayed on the handmade clock on the wall for a while, and then he walked out of the hall with Ke Xun, his hand was always pressed against the warm iron, Mu Yiran just wanted to break free, and saw Ke Xun approaching him: " You found that clock too? Exactly the same as the one in our hall."
"The only difference is the background color on the dial," Mu Yiran looked at Ke Xun. The other party had already let go of his hand, but he held his own with his eyes, and Mu Yiran's eyes loosened slightly. , turned elsewhere.
Zhu Haowen's voice came from behind: "The background color of the dial here is bright red, and the background color of the dial in the hall at breakfast today is a slightly green color."
Mi Wei also joined the discussion: "The greenish color is actually cyan, a combination of blue and green."
"Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple, and cyan is indeed between green and blue." Qin Ci followed everyone through the open-air corridor, "What can the colors of these clocks and clocks indicate?"
The red dial of the semi-circular hall may be related to the red "made" by Zhang Tianwei, so what does the cyan dial of the restaurant represent? The color cyan is not present in the five rooms.
When a few people returned to the restaurant, the four people in the working room were already waiting at the table. Guo Lixia took the lead to ask: "What the hell happened to the voices just now?"
Xin Beibei hadn't come out of the fright completely, and her whole body threw herself into Shi Zhendong's arms: "It scared me to death, it really scared me to death, Zhang Tianwei's body was soaked in a color bottle, and a lot of blood came out. …”
Qin Ci briefly described the scene just now. After the four people heard it, their expressions were very complicated, and no one had the courage to go to the scene to take a look.
While appeasing his girlfriend, Shi Zhendong discussed with everyone: "Why did Zhang Tianwei and He Yu die differently? He Yu died very directly, including the whole room losing its color, but Zhang Tianwei... why was he treated like that?"
"Besides, how did Senior Zhang's body get taken away? Why didn't we hear anything?" Ye Ningchen's lips turned pale. Before, she had believed that Zhang Tianwei might not be dead, but she did not expect that the other party would Falling into such a tragic end.
"Did you find a problem just now," said Mi Wei, the most calm among the girls, "Senior Tianwei is very tall, at least 1.85 meters in height, but that bottle... I'm using an inappropriate analogy," Mi Wei's eyes looked between Ke Xun and Mu Yiran, and finally turned to Ke Xun, "That paint bottle is about as tall as Brother Ke."
Ke Xun directly reported his height: "I'm 1.88 meters," looked at Mu Yiran beside him, and whispered, "This year, I accidentally grew a centimeter, and when I was in college, I was 1.87 meters. ."
Mu Yiran glanced at Ke Xun, as if to say: Then I am taller than you.
Mi Wei cleared her throat and continued: "Even if the bottle is 1.90 meters high, the senior Tianwei inside looks much shorter than his actual height. Wealthy, add up to at least 50 centimeters."
Qin Ci also nodded: "I also discovered this problem. At the time, I thought it was caused by glass refraction, but now I think about it, in a cylindrical glass jar, the objects inside should look bigger than they actually are. "
Mu Yiran: "The reason why the red liquid can flow out continuously is probably that these sources are obtained from Zhang Tianwei - this should be a kind of consumption for the corpse itself."
These analyses sound rational, but they are brutal torture for sensible humans.
"Unfortunately, it's really miserable!" Guo Lixia was no longer in the mood to eat fruit.
"I'm still saying that, how did Senior Zhang's body get out of the door last night?" Ye Ningchen grabbed the question and didn't let it go, "If you want to open the door and go out, there will be movement."
"I think the exit for the delivery should be the window," Zhu Haowen was always expressionless, "only the window of the red bedroom is open, it shouldn't be a coincidence."
When Xin Beibei heard Zhu Haowen's words, she suddenly regained her spirits from panic: "The window can only be opened from the inside to the outside. I have noticed that the window in our room has a latch on it. If outsiders come in, they have to pass through. door."
"Why must it be an outsider who opens the window?" Zhu Haowen looked at Xin Beibei with cold eyes.
"Do you mean that Zhang Tianwei and He Yu are looking for the open window?" Xin Beibei was a little annoyed.
Zhu Haowen didn't bother to look at her again: "People have 10,000 reasons to open their windows, not necessarily all to court death."
Shi Zhendong was about to make a round of it, when suddenly a familiar sound of music came, and the NPC's voice was still sweet: "Everyone has worked hard, now is the time to eat fruit, please stop your work and come to the hall to enjoy fresh and delicious fruit!"
No one was in the mood to eat fruit, Mi Wei looked at the clock hanging on the wall: "I only paid attention to this clock during breakfast today. At that time, I felt that the color of the pattern on the clock surface changed a bit, but I really can't remember the past. What is it like?"
Everyone raised their heads and looked at the classical hand-made clock on the wall. The large round surface had a faint blue pattern on it. Ye Ningchen was a little surprised: "When did this clock become this color? Last night's dinner It's still bright orange!"
Everyone was stunned, not knowing what the color change of the clock indicated.
Miao Zipei, who has always been less talkative, suddenly said: "This clock originally had no patterns, only a white clock face and black hands. The time I noticed the color change was yesterday evening, and orange patterns suddenly appeared on the clock face. When I told He Yu and Zhang Tianwei about this change, everyone thought it was strange."
Everyone listened to Miao Zipei's words quietly, Wei Dong couldn't help but ask: "When did this cyan change now?"
"I came down from the upstairs this morning, and I looked at the clock as soon as possible, and the pattern has turned blue," Miao Zipei, as an art student, is indeed very observant, "and, not only in this hall, but also in the bedroom on the second floor. The same changes are taking place in the lobby."