Half Immortal

    The punk-style young man is called Jiang Xiu, and the young man beside him is his younger brother Jiang Ping.

    Because the dust will settle before the end of some dungeons, and you can see the ending, if someone bets before the end, it will be a safe bet. In order to maintain the so-called balance principle, a time limit will be given when the dungeon starts the live broadcast of the casino, and only bets can be placed within this time limit. Once the time limit has passed, the betting will end. Players who have already placed their bets can only wait for the end of the copy to view the results. Players who have not placed bets can no longer place bets and can only watch the projection.

    Perhaps it was the reason that other initial players didn't have a casino interface, and the live broadcast perspective has always stayed on Sun Shi's side without switching. When Sun Shi and the three initial players finished exploring the exhibition, the time limit for placing bets was approaching.

    The players in the building here began to bet one after another, and Jiang Xiu also took out some of the points and threw them into the betting pool.

    "The diary is not old, and the handwriting doesn't have much faded marks, although this is normal, but they ignore the time of the paintings in the exhibition - the earliest paintings are ten years ago. The diary at least There is a problem with this diary if you have a sense of olden times for more than ten years. The low-level copy is generally only difficult to find clues. Sun Shi was limited by experience and vision, and he never thought that there would be problems with clues."

    Jiang Xiu sneered: "Now it seems that low-level players are low-level players, stupid and don't know it."

    "They can't make it through a hard copy."

     After listening to Jiang Xiu's judgment, one minute before the end of the betting, Jiang Ping nodded indifferently, threw the points into the betting pool without hesitation, and chose "failure to break through".

    In the betting pool of the copy, the number of bettors of "Failure to pass the level" increased rapidly.

    It will be dark.

    The hallway was lit with warm yellow lights that were not too bright as always, and the portraits hung peacefully on both sides, and the whole day was spent peacefully. The silence set off the whole hotel becoming more and more strange, like a dormant beast.

    The man was half leaning on a mirror with a calm expression, his silver hair was even colder under the light of the promenade. He grabbed the pocket of his jacket with one hand and lifted the other, his knuckle hand holding the cigarette lightly.

    The dense smoke rose beside his indifferent face, and the spark slowly spread to the head of the smoke, and was wiped out cleanly by Yan Mingguang.

    He lowered his eyes and picked up the swallow necklace hanging around his neck. The dark black eyes moved slightly.

    He didn't do anything, just stared at it for a while, then tucked the necklace into his collar and turned back to the room.

    Yan Wei was sitting at the desk, Gao Ming was watching. All the clues they had in the past two days were scattered on the table, and the portrait of the painter was spread out like that, and the man's smile in the portrait was bright and gloomy.

    As soon as Yan Mingguang entered the door, Yan Wei's clear voice rang.

    As soon as the young man raised his hand, he caught the coin that had been tossed for some unknown number of times, chuckled lightly, and said, "I figured it out, I don't believe it's that simple."

    "It's digging out the eye and filling in the painting," Yan Wei said, "but the ladder clue...I don't think it's in the painting, so it's not necessarily related to the painting."

    "Why?"

    "The player who lived next door to us said that when his wife died, the painter climbed out of the painting and killed people. And the painter, who should have been a ghost, also had his eyes gouged out. . The most obvious question - he died too, who killed him? Who took out his eyes?"

    The clock is at 5:50, which is about to finish the meal.

      One is the first victim, the female doctor, and the other is the artist himself. After he dug out the female doctor's eyes, he completed the portrait of the female doctor, and then he may be crazy? He dug out his own eyes, so he His self-portrait is also complete, but he also died from gouging out his own eyes, which makes sense."

    Yan Wei's brows moved slightly, and his eyes looked at him with a vague meaning.

    Gao Ming pushed his old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses and scratched his head, "Why are you looking at me like this, if I'm wrong, don't despise me."

    "..." Yan Wei chuckled helplessly, "Since he would kill the female doctor, why did he kill himself the second time? He still has so many unfinished paintings, go ahead alive. Isn’t it bad to find a target outside? He is just too demanding of perfection in painting eyes, resulting in a psychological obstacle, not a mental problem. And there are still many doubts…”

    Dinner time was coming, all three got up and walked downstairs, Yan Wei explained her thoughts as she walked.

    According to the idea of ​​digging and filling the painting, the logic of the studio and digging the eyes can be successfully filled, but there are many details that cannot be embedded in this logic.

    Ghost murder has a trigger condition for death. The woman in the long skirt who died on the first night had beautiful eyes. After Yan Wei escaped the trigger that day, the woman in the long skirt might also trigger the death condition without cracking it. What happened to the dolls they threw in the trash? If the doll was in their room, he and Yan Mingguang might have their eyes gouged out. The doll was also a death trigger, but the situation in their room was very different from that of Room 4.

      movement.

    The most important thing is that the painter climbs out of the painting.

    There is no painting in their room.

    The situation of Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang last night cannot be embedded in the current logic at all!

    The elevator reached the first floor, and several people got out of the elevator and walked towards the restaurant.

    Gao Ming would express some opinions at the beginning, but now it is completely what Yan Wei says and listens to. He slapped his forehead: "Fortunately, I messed with you two. In this dungeon, I guess even all the old players who have descended from the building may be planted in it. My previous dungeons did not have this difficulty, if I played alone, I might be completely misguided. Ugh... what do we do now?"

    "It's too late now, it will be dark soon. Tomorrow is the last day, let's see if we can get the magnetic card, go to the first basement and room 1 to see." Yan Wei left On the promenade, the feeling of something shady on the back staring at him resurfaced, Yan Wei frowned indifferently, and continued, "But I guess we will encounter something tonight. …”

    When they came to the restaurant, they happened to meet Sun Shi and others who came back from the exhibition.

    Sun Shi and the three remaining initial players apparently spent a day at the exhibition. Except for Sun Shi, who was in relatively good condition, the other players even had their clothes torn in some places.

    But the group was not discouraged at all. Sun Shi's expression was full of joy, and as soon as he sat down, he started to devour food.

    Seeing Yan Wei and the others, Sun Shi sneered, sat there without moving, just said: "You wasted a day in the hotel? We found important clues in the art exhibition, and we will find them tomorrow. Ladder. We might as well have a discussion, you can help me tomorrow, let's go out together, as for this..."

    He pointed at Yanwei, "This waste that is holding back your legs, forget it."

    Sun Shi also has plans in his heart.

    After the dungeon is over, the building will settle the reward and evaluate the player's level, and select the best player among the surviving players. The best player will have more or less additional benefits. He has clues to break the game, and naturally he does not want to miss this benefit. If Yan Mingguang and others are willing to listen to him, that would be the best.

    But the three people in front of them didn't buy Sun Shi's account at all.

    Yan Wei didn't raise his head, just lowered his eyes, smiled silently, cut the steak in his hand without looking at him, and was too lazy to pay attention to him.

    Yan Mingguang glanced at Sun Shi coldly, with an indifferent expression and said nothing.

    Gao Ming wanted to talk to him at first, but seeing that the two uncles ignored Sun Shi, he knew very well that they were a temporary small team of three, he was a casual one, and he didn't dare to speak, just directly Get down and start eating.

    Sun Shi stared at them for a while, and his expression became more and more ugly. He looked at Yan Wei sullenly, and didn't do anything, just sneered: "It's okay. Then don't blame me for finding the stairs and leaving first."

    The copy of the building does not come out of the stairs, so everyone will be successful. If someone finds the clue of the ladder and leaves first, and others do not find it elsewhere, and all the bosses are provoked, the remaining players may not have the fate to come to the place where the ladder appeared.

    According to the experience of the previous dungeons, Sun Shi was sure that he had guessed the key to breaking the game. Later, they would go to the studio door to confirm the approximate workload, and get up tomorrow to fill in the eyes of those portraits one by one, this is terrible copy is over.

    As for Yan Wei and others, there is no need to carry them if they don't know what to do, so as not to affect his evaluation of the best player.

    The building stipulates that players cannot kill each other, but there are many ways to let one person die.

    Sun Shi glanced at the three of them as if they were dead, and hurriedly finished the meal, saying that he was going to the studio to see, and took the three initial players, including the middle-aged man, away .

    There are only three Yan Wei left in the restaurant.

    Gao Ming said in a low voice, "Are we really not asking? Looking at Sun Shi, he seems to have found an important clue."

    "First of all, I don't think the exhibition has any important clues. Sun Shi thinks it's important, but it doesn't mean the clues are important. They are very likely to be misled." Yan Wei went to the seat Leaning on, "Secondly, why do you ask? What will he do sooner or later? Just watch what he does?"

    "And if he's wrong..."

    The young man took out the coin in his pocket, raised his hand, and tossed it again dashingly, with a very casual tone: "That just happened to be a trial and error."

    Gao Ming was startled.

    He looked at Yan Wei, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. From the moment he entered this dungeon, he felt that Yan Wei was a good-looking but gentle person. Even if he was a stranger at the time, Gao Ming always felt comfortable talking to Yan Wei, so Gao Ming was willing to help Yan a little more. Dangerous.

    But now, this young man, who always smiles gently and smartly, is casually flipping a coin, saying the word "trial and error" lightly and skillfully, using human life as a tool for inference.

    He seemed to be looking away again and again.

    Yan Wei...not someone he can see through.

    Gao Ming suddenly finished his dinner.

      I feel like I'm being targeted, but today the ghost limit has been lowered, and no one has an accident during the day. I suspect that I'm not the only one being targeted. Based on last night's experience, Gao Ming, if you notice any movement in the house, Qian Qian Don't open your eyes, don't move!"

    Gao Ming nodded quickly.

    Yan Wei glanced at Yan Mingguang again.

    It is false to say there is no stress. As long as he walks outside the room now, he always feels that the portraits around him are looking at him, and the pair of motionless eyes seem to be glued to him with deadly eyes.

    Unknown dangers are the most feared. There is no waiter this time, and he can only rule out everything he knows so far that may attract ghosts to reduce the possibility of death triggers.

    But he also has a certain confidence - that is, the immortal state that has not expired, and the unfathomable Yan Mingguang.

    Yan Wei waited for a while, the man beside him moved his eyes slightly, and said, "If something happens at night, call me."

    That night, Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang first went to Gaoming's room together, they sorted out the clues again, and returned to Room 5 before it was completely dark.

    Yan Wei thought that tonight would be the same as last night, and he would not be able to fall asleep for a long time - he has always had a problem with bed recognition, and has almost harsh requirements on living conditions. It is impossible to fall asleep completely in this fantasy. is too hard.

    But he closed his eyes, didn't wait for anything to happen, instead he fell asleep groggy.

    He also seemed to have some bizarre dreams, there were many people in the dream, and he seemed to have seen Yan Mingguang. But these don't seem to be good dreams. He plunged into the dream for a while, and was pulled out by the **** scene in the dream for a while, and it was not good to sleep in a daze.

    When I opened my eyes again, the sky seemed to be bright.

    The gray sky shone slightly into the room through the gap in the curtains. He opened his eyes in a trance and heard Yan Mingguang's cold voice calling out to himself. The sound was low and slightly wafting.

    Yan Wei rubbed his eyes: "Morning. Just the two of us, don't speak in a low voice, it's scary."

    The man nodded.

    This man was sitting on his side of the bed and looked at him. In the dim light, Yan Wei couldn't see Yan Mingguang's expression. Such a weak skylight spilled in obliquely, burying most of the opponent's face in the shadows.

    Yan Wei felt a little cold for some reason.

    "It's time to get up, it's dawn."

    Yan Wei wanted to say "bright ghost" back to him. However, it was cloudy last night, and it rained at night. It is normal that the sky is not bright today. They only have the last day and really should get up early.

    He turned around and was about to lift the quilt and get out of bed, when his slight movements suddenly stopped.

    Under the quilt, he touched a warm hand beside him. The fingers are slender, the palms sweat slightly, and the touch of the fingertips is slightly rough, which is the texture left by holding the weapon for a long time.

    That is... the hand of Yan Mingguang sleeping beside him!