Xu Lang is at a loss for the current situation. He is afraid to go out now, and many clues cannot be verified at all. Can he only wait until dawn to see if the situation has turned for the better
Xu Lang was particularly tired of this passive feeling in his heart, which reminded him of those things when he was a child, and was unable to change the hardship of the status quo.
Time has come to 2 o'clock on May 1st. All the executors are sitting on the side of the bed and dare not make any movements. The second action of the old man has also ended, and there is no more movement in the entire castle.
After waiting for a long time, Xu Lang realized that there might not be a crisis before dawn, and it was time to communicate with each other, so he started to call the other executors.
This call was made directly for more than two hours, and a few newcomers' complaints made Xu Lang extremely irritable, and Xu Lang gradually figured out the situation of several executors amidst a lot of nonsense.
There were three executors who did not answer the questions of the elderly: Xu Lang, Zhu Zixing and Li Feng
Three people told their real names to the elderly: Lu Xiaozhi, Ruan Fei, Wuming
There are two special cases: Cheng Guoguo and Jianghui
The situation of Li Feng and Xu Lang is somewhat similar. They can't distinguish the old man's fictitiousness and fail to answer his own name directly. Among the three people who gave the name, there is also an anomaly, that is, namelessness.
According to Wuming's own account, the old man also walked into the room and asked the question about his name. He replied that Wuming, but the old man’s expression was a bit strange, and he asked again. He still answered Wuming, and then the old man was thoughtful. Nodded and recorded it.
Wuming was probably speaking out his real name without hesitation, but the old man thought he was perfunctory and unwilling to tell his real name, so he asked again and again, but in the end, why he left? Maybe he gave up or approved his statement.
Xu Lang was a little bit dumbfounded. He didn't expect that the unnamed name might also be ambiguous, which would affect the task process.
Jiang Hui’s special situation was a little weird. She buried her head in the quilt and vowed that she would not listen to anything that happened in the room. When the old man walked into her room, of course she saw curled up in the quilt. Shaking Jiang Hui.
According to Jiang Hui, although she couldn't see what was happening outside, she also knew that a person entered the room when the door was opened, and that person did not make any movements for a long time, let alone ask questions about names like others.
When she thought that the person had already left, she discovered that a cold and dry hand was holding her ankle. This change directly scared her into incontinence. She wanted to scream but seemed to lose her voice, just widened. But her mouth did not stop making any movement, which was completely frightened, just when she thought she was dead.
But I didn't expect that next, that hand unexpectedly put her feet exposed outside the quilt carefully into the quilt, and even felt that the thin quilt on her body was still being covered.
Xu Lang was stunned and unbelievable when he heard Jiang Hui's situation. That old man would cover Jiang Hui with a quilt
Xu Lang speculated that it might be Jiang Hui pretending to be asleep, but she was shaking with fright. In the eyes of the old man, she thought she was frozen in her sleep, so she went to help cover the quilt.
But why did he do this! In such a castle where there must be evil spirits, the old man is not an evil spirit or a normal person. He first prevented Cheng Guoguo from drinking Coke, and then gave Jiang back the quilt. This was abnormal.
Are Cheng Guoguo and Jiang Hui special for this mission? However, Xu Langsi couldn't think of the reason why they were treated differently.
What troubles Xu Lang most now is the current three types of performers with different performances, what will they experience next, and how the elderly will treat them...
What role does the old man play in this castle, and what role do the eight executors play? If you can figure this out, I am afraid it will be a big step forward.
At this moment, Wuming's door was suddenly opened. In the quiet corridor, the creaking door opened extremely loudly. Wuming merged into the dark figure and slowly walked out of the door.
Anonymous, the only one among the 8 executions who took the initiative to walk out of the room!
Xu Lang and others are not clear about this, but the employees in front of the projection screen can see it clearly. They immediately exploded in the hall, and Yan Yan swallowed their saliva, secretly saying that the nameless is too bold. In fact, he was too early. This person was observed.
Before, when everyone appeared in the room inexplicably, they all hurriedly turned on the lights to observe the room. He was the only one who sat motionless on the head of the bed and could not even hear the breathing. He looked no different from a walking corpse. The strangest thing was Yan. Yan saw Wuming's eyes gleaming in the dark night.
Where is he sacred!
In fact, they didn't even know that although Wuming entered the newspaper at the same time as Lin's sister and brother, it was not at all performing the same task as them.
He is the only one in the nameless task, betting on playing cards with the evil spirits, only betting on big or small, if the evil spirit wins the nameless death, and the nameless wins, complete the novice task. Wuming and the evil spirit gambling, unexpectedly tied for 17 consecutive games, until the last one beat the evil spirit a little, which is one of the reasons why he looked natural when he first entered the club.
Face to face with the evil spirits at close range, there is no fear. Who knows what Wuming’s previous occupation is, but he is bold and careful and dared to be the first. When all the executors were afraid to go out of the room to explore, he walked out.
The nameless room was located in the middle of the third floor. He opened the door and walked out. There was still no expression on his face, but his eyes were still twinkling with dim light. There was no one in the dark corridor, and there was no light source.
But Wuming accurately looked at the location of the stairs. In fact, Wuming's eyes could see things at night, just like a wolf, and they would start to flicker at night.
Wuming first observed it left and right. This was a simple circular building. There was a circle of railings on the side of the fourth floor. He looked down and down to a huge exhibition hall. On the ground, except for a large solid wooden table, the surroundings were all These are European iron-clad sculptures, holding swords and shields in their hands, standing in the dark, like evil spirits lurking, and they look particularly crippled.
Wuming began to walk slowly towards the stairs along the wall on the third floor. Various portraits hung on the wall. After viewing them one by one, Wumingxin began to feel a strong sense of disharmony.
Because these portraits are not so-called world-famous people at all. Almost all of them are yellow skin and dark eyes, and their expressions are quite consistent. Their pupils are dilated, their complexion is pale, and their facial features are distorted. Feeling helpless and desperate.
Wuming frowned and looked at about a dozen portraits, and found a line of small characters at the lowest end of the frame, which looked like it had been carved with a carving knife, "On the 22nd, Hua Yu, on June 14, 2001 Enter at 10:14 on the day"
Looking at this business, Wuming felt strange, and looked up at the young man in the painting, "It seems that this man is Hua Yu."
Wuming then continued to look at it. Sure enough, there is a line of small characters under each painting. What is especially incomprehensible is that he saw about 20 paintings on the 3rd floor. Every line of characters below seemed to be machined. The same as engraved.
Each line of small characters is exactly the same in strength, style and size. This is completely impossible for humans. Is it the power of evil spirits? But why are the evil spirits struggling to do such things
Wuming stroked the frame, unable to conceal the confusion in his heart, but felt that he really underestimated the difficulty of the task, and a bad feeling suddenly came to his mind.
The people outside the projection screen also fell into thinking. They lit their cigarettes and looked at the screen silently. What is the purpose of the task arrangement? These people looked like they had been killed, and they had obviously endured great pain before they died.
Is the evil spirit of this mission a guy with a sense of ritual? Draw down the facial expressions of each victim before they die, frame them, and even sign the money below, registering the time they entered the castle
Register? An idea flashed in Yan Yan's mind suddenly, remembering that the old man asked each executor's name and recorded it in a notebook... He immediately realized that it was not good.
At this time, the smoke in his hand was also burned out, and his fingers suddenly burned. Yan Yan seemed to be bitten by a poisonous snake, and stood up from the sofa voluntarily, shocking everyone.
Ignoring the astonished gazes around him, he quickly took out his mobile phone, ready to quickly notify Xu Lang of his discovery. Registration is the biggest trap concerning the life and death of this mission!
But after the call, a polite female voice rang from the phone: "Sorry, the number you dialed is not in the service area, please call again later..."
Yan Yan frowned. This mission turned out to be to restrict communication equipment and prohibit off-site support.
"Land of confinement, Xu Lang, you must not underestimate this mission... Maybe there will be annihilation!"
At this time, Xu Lang in the mission was still lying in his arms with his eyes wide open, recalling the current clues, but he still did not dare to walk out of the room.
The unknown outside was standing at the top of the stairs on the 3rd floor, thinking about whether to go downstairs to inspect. He felt that the current task is likely to leave them time for clues, and it will be bright in a few hours. It's not necessarily that there will be any changes, if he gives up, he is really unwilling.
After thinking about it again and again, Wuming stepped down the stairs, and he immediately came to the second floor.
The structure of the second floor and the third floor are similar. The walls are also covered with portraits. Here are the portraits from No. 1 to No. 20, which are similar to those on the upper floor, except that the people on the portrait on this floor have their identity information. It has been more than ten years ago.
Among them, No. 20, this painting is a bit special, the picture is just a back, wearing a cyan coat, only the upper body, but it looks like it is holding something tightly, curled up in the corner. Looking at her thin back and her long hair, she should be a woman. Even if she only looked at the portrait, she could feel how terrifying the situation was. She didn't even have the courage to look back.
Wuming stared at the small print below, "On the 20th, Li Xiujuan, entered on March 24, 1996"
Just staring at it, but realizing something is wrong, Wuming faintly feels that something is missing here, and this missing thing is very important, where is it going wrong
Just as Wuming lowered his head to meditate, a weak and hoarse voice came from behind, with endless viciousness and coldness in his tone. It suddenly appeared in the deadly corridor, making him suddenly startled, and the cold sweat came from his forehead. When he got up, his pupils shrank sharply.
"What are you doing here?" (End of this chapter)