Regarding Xin Beibei's corpse, Ke Xun has already thought of the reason - the only people who can extract color are living people. After death, people may stop secreting color, or maybe the color will not be fresh enough, so the blue liquid before Xin Beibei will be taken. Go, the useless body was left in the bottle.
Zhang Tianwei was alive until he became as small as a fist.
Xin Beibei had been alive before, and only really died after the head was separated.
Everyone was very puzzled about the situation on the sixth floor. Wei Dong directly thought it was a bug, but he couldn't explain where the purple liquid came from.
"Purple must have other meanings, but we still can't think of the answer." Shi Zhendong looked at the darkening hall, feeling a little depressed.
Qin Ci looked at Mu Yiran's expression and asked tentatively, "Could it be that Xiao Mu has a clue?"
"I'm just thinking, when 'painting' to deceive people, is it random or selective." Before it was dark, Mu Yiran expressed his thoughts - time was getting more and more pressing, Mu Yiran However, some conclusions are not willing to be reduced to an afterthought.
"I think it's selective," said Zhu Haowen, "especially on the first day, we didn't know that being alone in the hall would be deceived, and there should be more than one person who had the opportunity to stay alone in the hall—at least on the first day. There will always be someone going through the hall to the bathroom between work, and the process of walking from the work room to the bathroom can be regarded as being alone in the hall.”
"What is the purpose of painting these people?" Miao Zipei asked.
"If I guessed correctly, the person who was bewitched on the first day should be He Yu." Zhu Haowen said.
Shi Zhendong seemed to have thought of something: "Haowen means that painting is for those with weaker mental abilities?"
Shi Zhendong also felt that his statement was inaccurate: "Anyway, it is a person who has poor psychological defense ability and is easy to be exploited by others." Shi Zhendong's voice became a little low: "For example, a simple girl like Beibei."
Zhu Haowen nodded: "Compared to Zhang Tianwei, He Yu seems to be more explicit and impulsive. In retrospect, his behavior of rushing into the red room with his hands full of yellow paint should have been taken advantage of by the painting. Amplify this and end up being the devil who kills himself and his roommates."
Several people tried their best not to see Guo Lixia, for fear of what she would think of, but they had to speculate about this matter: Although Guo Lixia is not young, she is a big-hearted person, and such a person is easy to be caught Psychological weakness, so it will be drawn to take advantage of the loopholes.
"No matter what, our actions in the future should be like this, and everyone should be together as much as possible, so as not to be deceived by the painting." Qin Ci said.
Everyone nodded. At this time, the room had gradually lost its color, but everyone did not want to go back to their respective bedrooms.
Mu Yiran's voice sounded in the dim hall: "I'm not referring to the choice of people in paintings. In this world, color is as important as the soul."
Ke Xun's thoughts followed Mu Yiran as much as possible: "If this is the case, then the order of color selection is: red, blue..." Ke Xun didn't say anything later, Guo Lixia's color is also blue.
Miao Zipei's voice suddenly rose: "Red and blue add up to exactly purple! The combination of Zhang Tianwei's red liquid and Xin Beibei's blue liquid is exactly purple! The purple you see on the sixth floor should be these two liquids. mixed liquid!"
When everyone heard this, they suddenly became enlightened. Qin Ci also asked: "But why haven't the clocks and gates changed accordingly?"
"Because the final color has not yet been completed." Mu Yiran's voice was a bit cruel, "The sixth floor should be a place where all colors are concentrated. The purple liquid we see today is about two-fifths of the way into the glass jar. There is capacity for the other three colors left."
"I can still understand using red and blue to make purple, but mixing all other colors together..." Before Wei Dong could finish his words, he heard Ke Er coldly saying beside him: "It's black, all the colors are mixed together. Together it's black."
Ke Xun has always remembered the news about the three colors in the winter of 2017. At that time, many people's avatars were changed to three primary colors, and the junction of the three colors was exactly bottomless black.
"Black, black worship, is the color of shadows." Mi Wei's voice trembled.
All colors ultimately have only one law, and that is to become black.
Everyone looked at the room that had become pitch-dark, and there was a kind of grief in their hearts, and they couldn't tell who it was for.
"But I don't understand," said Zhu Haowen, "why the third choice overlapped. It stands to reason that the painting should choose a different color than the previous one."
The first time I chose red He Yu, the second time I chose blue Xin Beibei, then the third time I should not choose Guo Lixia, who is also blue.
Mu Yiran: "The painting is also moved by the camera, and it is obvious that its ultimate purpose is another person."
Ke Xun instantly understood what Mu Yiran meant, the painting just used Guo Lixia as a springboard, and its target was actually Mi Wei—the yellow Mi Wei.
If we speculate in this way, then the order of red, blue and yellow will come out, so that at least the three primary colors are collected, and the painting can get the black it wants in advance.
Mu Yiran continued: "If you add purple and green, the effect may be stronger, but there are times when painting is impatient."
Several smart people have understood Mu Yiran's words, Qin Ci said: "If the shadow gets black, it should have stronger abilities. Now we are helpless about it, and it is hard to imagine the future..."
"So, you can't let her get yellow." It was Mi Wei who spoke. Because of the deepening of the night, she had black and white fan-shaped patterns on her body. If it was daytime, you could see these bright goose-yellow fan-shaped textures. .
Mi Wei's body has been contaminated with green juice, which means that the boss behind the scenes tonight's attempt failed.
At least this night, the only qualified people were Mi Wei and Guo Lixia. At this time, although everyone was discussing the problem, their eyes were all fixed on the dot pattern that belonged to Guo Lixia.
"It's getting late, I want to go back to sleep." Ke Xun yawned, "Everyone should go back to sleep too."
"Tonight, it's best for everyone not to go out and wake up at night. We have put corresponding containers in each room. When life and death are at stake, don't worry about men's and women's defense." Qin Ci said.
Guo Lixia seemed to be a little tired, so she stretched out and went back to her room to lie down.
There was one less person in the blue room tonight, and Ke Xun simply lay on the other bed.
Xin Beibei's figure covered with rhombus patterns seems to still be vivid in his mind.
Ke Xun tried his best not to let himself think about Xin Beibei. The more he thought about it, the more he would naturally recall those extremely unpleasant experiences.
"Team leader, although you guys were playing dumb riddles just now, I basically understood." Guo Lixia, who was on the opposite bed, suddenly spoke.
Ke Xun didn't know what to say for a while.
"You are doubting me, suspecting that I was bewitched by something."
Ke Xun didn't make a sound, which was regarded as the default.
Guo Lixia sighed: "I'm very sorry about the little girl Mi Wei today. Just after you analyzed it, I also feel that the things I did today are quite wrong."
"That's why we nailed the window, and later they will nail a piece of wood to our door from the outside." Ke Xun said.
"Why is it so troublesome, you can just tie me up, just like tying Mi Wei." Guo Lixia's polka dot pattern is very eye-catching in the black.
"Sister Guo..."
"What I'm saying is true!"
"At the moment, we are just guessing, and we are not completely sure."
"That's why I didn't beg you to contaminate my color. I'm also afraid that I will be wronged."
... In the end, at Guo Lixia's strong request, Ke Xun really tied him up, trying to tie him loose as much as possible to make it less painful.
The night seemed to be extraordinarily long, and the huge black shadow had not come for a long time.
This night seemed to be extraordinarily quiet, because without Sister Guo's snoring, the whole night became even more desolate.
Guo Lixia couldn't sleep either, so she chatted with Ke Xun in the dark: "Actually, I don't have any last words. We don't have any old people anymore, it's just me. My son is abroad with his dad, and there is a possibility of coming back. Very young. I have had a boring life in my life, I am quick-tempered and love to offend people, and I have not saved any money in my hand. I can leave the house where I live now to my son. When I die, the law will give it directly ... The house is valuable now, and my son will definitely be able to go back to China for this... He can go to the grave for me and his grandparents, and I didn't give birth to him and support him in vain... "
The more Ke Xun listened, the more uncomfortable it became, but he didn't know what language to use to comfort a dying person.
A large area of darkness came from Guo Lixia's voice, giving people the feeling of a galloping train suddenly digging into the cave.
The window had been nailed down, and the original gray pane silhouette had disappeared now, but the darkness was pervasive, and Ke Xun even smelled the peculiar smell of that shadow again.
Guo Lixia's voice disappeared after the world turned dark, replaced by a gasping voice in pain.
Ke Xun dared to ask in the dark, "Sister Guo? Sister Guo?!"
Ke Xun felt the powerlessness again, as if stepping into the endless black space, with no bottom up, down, left, and right.
Guo Lixia's gasping sound stopped.
The world was silent as if it were dead.
Ke Xun unconsciously remembered a sentence: Death is like water disappearing into water.
When the darkness finally left, Ke Xun even thought that these striking wave patterns on his body were an illusion.
This time the darkness has been too long, making people almost afraid of the light.
There were only two gray beds left in the room, and the patterns on Ke Xun's body, and the rest was black.
The dot pattern belonging to Guo Lixia disappeared.
Ke Xun was a little sad, but he still groped to Guo Lixia's bedside. If he could touch Sister Guo's body that had lost its color, he might be able to regain his breathing through first aid.
Ke Xun never gave up a glimmer of hope, and many turning points were driven by a glimmer of hope.
The opposite bed was touched by Ke Xun, and the bottom of the bed was also searched by Ke, but there was nothing.
Ke Xun squatted down and searched every inch of the floor again, no, still no.
Where is Miss Guo? If it was like Ye Ningchenyi, there should be a corpse. If she was dragged away like Xin Beibei, how did her body pass through the gap in the wooden board as thin as the tip of a knife