Paintings of Terror

Since the NPC has no task to explain, the time after breakfast is used to find the seal.

As the old man Li Taiyong's legs and feet are not so good, he temporarily stayed in Wumei Restaurant and waited for tea.

At this time, the remaining 10 people gathered in the courtyard.

Because of the real death incident that happened last night, those newcomers who entered the painting for the first time were somewhat fatalistic and silent, and at the same time they had a positive instinct to survive.

"Does Xiao Mu have any clues?" Qin Ci said first.

Everyone listened very well, but somehow felt that this tall man was not easy.

Mu Yiran raised his head and looked at this odd-shaped tube building: "Only by finding clues to the death can the location of the seal be found. From the current situation of 402, the death incident last night is consistent with the fire last year. , I don’t know if this is considered a vague law of death."

Obviously more than one person thought of this question, Sha Liu also nodded: "The concierge specially called everyone together to talk about last year's events. I think this may also be a pattern!-After each death event, NPC All will be responsible for explaining the'death template'."

Death template, this statement is very new and very appropriate.

Think about it, this setting of NPC is actually very cruel. When something happens in a room, the old porter will stand up and say: The same thing happened in this room years ago, how did that person die back then? , Understand now...

"If everyone in every room will be cursed by the deceased in this room, what we urgently need to solve now is-what kind of murders have happened in their respective rooms before!" Sha Liu was a little excited, and his eyes swept over everyone present. People, "Before looking for the seal, I think this is the first issue that needs to be resolved urgently!"

"But, after turning off the lights and not letting in, the only person in this room who is finally at risk is the guest in this room!" Xin Miao was talking, and his face was pale at this time-the guest of 402 is now only left. She is alone.

Weidong still couldn't help but comforted Xinmiao: "As long as you don't break the rules, it shouldn't be so miserable... Besides, there has been an incident in your room, so the probability should be lower."

Qiu Lu quickly picked up Weidong's words: "Yes! They had an accident last night because they went to the door! It broke the rules! As long as we remember the concierge's words, don't go to the door or the floor after the lights are turned off. It's okay!"-Qiu Lu rarely speaks so loudly, at the moment it seems to be emboldening herself.

Chi Tiao is the more realistic one of the three poets: "But every day there are still deaths, as Dr. Qin said yesterday, once there is no death, then everyone will nominate one person..."

Everyone stopped talking.

In the end, Ke Xun said: "From the current situation, there is no obvious law of death. I think we should not be so ‘smooth’ to the meeting to vote."

Mu Yiran glanced at Ke Xun: Are you comforting everyone...

Sha Liu was a little anxious: "Obviously there has been a pattern-the deaths in the room will repeat again! If you carefully observe and analyze, you will find clues in the room! For example, the smoked black walls before 402, then It 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 be staged in this room. It must be aimed at the tenants of this room." Ke Xun's eyes did not look at the burning sand willow, but glanced. A circle of stairs at the four corners, once again lost in thought.

But Mu Yiran continued Ke Xun's words: "Last night there was a weird incident where the stairs disappeared. This should be closely related to the design of the death last night, so the location of the accident is very large, not limited to the interior of the room. ; Secondly, in addition to NPC’s hard and fast rules, there must be other death conditions unknown to us. If someone violates the death conditions outside the room and does not return to his room, will it become another room? Where is the prey of death template?"

Ke Xun looked at Mu Yiran, his eyes had to be more subtle, this big man actually explained the problem for himself? And the content is almost the same as I thought...

"A place outside the room? Why do people show up outside the room in the middle of the night?" Qiu Lu thought about this problem and felt terrible.

Ke Xun glanced at Saliu meaningfully: "The NPC rule is that you can’t walk around the door or take the stairs. That is to say, in addition to the room where you live, a whole circle of corridors on this floor, and this floor The four stairwells and public toilets are all within the legal scope."

Sha Liu didn't care about Ke Xun seeing her own thoughts, but felt that a few smart people made herself more at ease: "In this case, if something happens in a room, and the person who has the accident can escape the room by chance, Then people in other rooms can come to the corridor to help. This is neither a door-to-door nor a stairway, but to help each other within the legal scope!"

Xinmiao was a little excited when he heard this: "Then can I be in the hallway all night? I really dare not go back to the house alone! Tina and they died..."

"If we can stay in the corridor all the time, we won't be divided into rooms," Qin Ci corrected the other's thoughts. "The method Sha Liu said should be only a short-term emergency rescue."

Qiu Lu's reaction was relatively slow. Only then did she understand what Sha Liu said, and hurriedly pulled up Xinmiao's hand by her side: "Yes! We girls have no power to bind chickens. By then, you will still have big men like you. Help!" As he said, he pulled Xinmiao's hand vigorously, and Xinmiao nodded hurriedly.

Shouzhu comforted the two and said, "Don't worry, we men should protect girls."

Zhu Haowen, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke: "There are no young or old on Huangquan Road, and there are no men and women in this death apartment. There is no reason for who should take care of whom."

Qiu Lu felt a little frustrated in her self-esteem. She glanced at this comfortable-looking Japanese man, but what the other person said was really uncomfortable: "Do you know which cloud rains? Who can help and who will not? Sure! Just like when we take care of Grandpa Li now, we can go further by supporting each other!"

"If you are going to escape now, will you help Grandpa Li behind?" Zhu Haowen asked, "This is Chunsun Apartment, not the so-called Titanic."

Weidong quickly patted his roommate: "Come on, don't bother, do you want to understand, what they said is nothing to do with the two of us!" Then he looked at Sha Liu, "We live on the sixth floor. The statement that you can't cross floors is tantamount to being isolated by you."

Sha Liu rolled his eyes: "Then let me talk about what weird phenomenon your 616 has. Let's help you figure out a solution first!"

Weidong thought for a while. Apart from headaches and chest tightness, the 616 where he is, really didn't find any other weird places: "Our house is quite clean, but I feel stunned, Ke Er, you will also go in for a try. test?"

"Okay, Grandpa Li gave me a bottle of Danshen dripping pills just now, and I will hold it up for a while..." Before Ke Xun finished speaking, he heard Zhu Haowen say: "Our house is deformed."

Ke Xun: "Fuck?"

After listening, everyone had different expressions: what was it that was deformed? Do you think this is an apartment-style Transformers?

Mu Yiran stared at Zhu Haowen: "Deformed?"

Zhu Haowen nodded: "I started looking for the seal as soon as I entered the house 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 on the wall. The positions of the items have all moved slightly, and the angle between the wall and the ground is no longer the standard 90 degrees, it seems to be changing at an acute angle."

Many people digested it for a while before they understood what Zhu Haowen said.

Weidong was the most surprised. He didn't expect that the person sharing the house with him was a difficult person. He wanted to say "Brothers will rely on you in the future", but was afraid that the other party would come back with "Chunsun apartment without brothers". Say something.

Mu Yiran said: "We'd better go back to our respective rooms and check again, think about the difference from last night, and look for seals in the room by the way-gather at the restaurant during lunch and focus on the changes or abnormalities in the room. Get up for a meeting and discuss."

Everyone felt reasonable, and Zhu Haowen also nodded.

Ke Xun and Mu Yiran returned to 411 again. The fourth floor is the floor with the most residents in the team. In addition to 411, there are 410 where Sha Liu and Qiu Lu live, and 402 where only Xinmiao lives.

If the range of activities is limited to this floor, Ke Xun and Mu Yiran are undoubtedly the best on this floor in terms of physical strength and responsiveness. The other three are women. In Qiu Lu’s words: Obviously they need to be Object of protection.

Sha Liu said a lot just now, but actually wanted to bring the topic to this.

Ke Xun didn't think too much about this. If he really sees his partner is in danger, he would never stand by and watch this - no one needs to remind and emphasize this.

"Do you know anything about the painter and this painting?" Ke Xun turned on the electric fan, and the door and small windows of the house were also opened, which allowed some air to circulate in the sultry room.

Mu Yiran carefully observed the corners of the room and did not seem to find any difference from last night, especially when he checked the angle between the wall and the ground, there was nothing wrong.

""Breaking the Ground" is not a painting."

"Don't tell me, this is actually a horror movie." Ke Xun faced the electric fan, and his voice spread out in a circular and illusory manner.

Mu Yi paused and finished his own words: ""Break the Earth" is not a single painting, but a series of works. It is about the author's growing environment when he was young. The 12 paintings are all very life-like works. ."

"12 pictures?"

"The earth-breaking series consists of 12 paintings in total. The paintings include street scenes, food stalls, and barbershops of the author's childhood life, all of which record the lives of ordinary people."

"Is there any mention of Chunsun Apartment? Or a cylinder 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 appear ordinary because they are too real." Several of the painter's fame emerged in Mu Yiran's mind. Paintings are often full of mystery and grotesque colors, but they have profound social and historical significance behind them.

"Did you see any scenes before entering the painting?" Ke Xun tried to remember 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 label "Breaking the Earth" in the corner of the painting, I vaguely saw one in the whirlpool of the painting..." Mu Yiran frowned, and felt that the image was a bit strange, even Funny: "A bamboo shoot."

"Bamboo shoots?" Ke Xun really did not remember that he had seen anything related to bamboo shoots after he came to the apartment. "Bamboo shoots, are they related to the Chunsun apartment?"

Mu Yiran did not answer, but stared at the old-fashioned writing desk in front of him: "A word is engraved on this desk."

"An early character?" Ke Xun also walked over, seeing that there was indeed a character engraved on his desk—gui, as if it had been engraved with a ballpoint pen, because there were obvious traces of ultramarine.

The characters are carved very deeply, and I don’t know how long they have been repeatedly portrayed with a fragile ballpoint pen. Every stroke is deeply carved into the table. It is conceivable that the writing person has a strong desire and even hatred.