Half Immortal

    The dim light amplifies the sound, and every particle of dust is clearly visible at this moment.

    Yan Wei could clearly hear his stagnant breathing. He looked at "Yan Mingguang" who was sitting beside the bed in front of him, stabilized his body, and stared straight at him. Finally, I could see clearly the face of the other party in the dark - there was no face at all.

    At the moment of realization, the sense of coolness that was being watched from all directions in the daytime swept over again, hitting Yan Wei's brain.

    The thing sitting beside the bed was very sensitive, Yan Wei didn't hesitate for a moment, "Yan Mingguang" slowly raised his head, a face full of facial features suddenly appeared on his face. The **** mouth smiled at him.

    In Yan Mingguang's voice, this thing floated and vainly whispered: "You found it..."

    The more dangerous it is, the more calm Yan Wei is.

    He could feel his heart beating fast, and the blood seemed to flow happily, but his brain was actually calmer at the moment.

    The man's hand was warm, but Yan Wei felt a little cold in his palm.

      The blood was exposed.

    Yan Wei grabbed Yan Mingguang and ran to the door quickly, thoughts flashing in his mind. Seeing that he was about to run to the door...

    Suddenly—

    At the moment of the shot, Yan Wei clearly felt that the physical fitness that Lou had brought to his body index feedback improved. During his hasty movements, the force of the kick was actually much stronger than before entering the building.

    Behind him, Yan Mingguang, who was supposed to be very good, didn't react immediately, and was kicked a few steps back by Yan Wei in an instant, and fell to the ground.

    Yan Wei took a deep breath, stood by the door and looked into the house, reached into his clothes pocket with one hand, and touched the small dagger he had specially prepared during the day.

    On the ground a few steps away, Yan Mingguang, who was dragged out of bed by him, was lying on his back.

    Yan Mingguang, who was sitting beside the bed, slowly stood up and walked towards him with a grin. Yan Mingguang, who got up from the ground, also stood up, and a cold voice sounded in the dark room: "Go."

    Yan Wei took out his dagger, leaned against the door, slightly bowed his waist, and looked very vigilant. But his tensed expression just now relaxed a little, and his thin lips moved slightly, drawing a sassy and cruel smile.

    "Where are you going?" He looked at the two Yan Mingguang in front of him, "You are all fake."

    The thing sitting beside his bed didn't hide much from the beginning, and the moment he noticed something was wrong, it revealed a **** filthy mouth and a terrifying face.

      But just a moment after shaking hands, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

      One thing is missing - a black ring for each player to use to access the information panel.

    The person lying beside him is not Yan Mingguang!

    There was no movement at the moment, Yan Wei touched his black ring without a trace, and glanced at the pop-up information bar. On the status bar of permanent skills, the "undead state" is still on.

    He guessed right.

    The sky is not bright at all, and it is not even midnight now.

    Yan Wei held the knife and hooked the corner of his mouth: "Aren't you going to remove this illusion? It's fake from the beginning, whether it's the person sitting beside the bed, or lying on me The people around me are hallucinations. Just like the last time I was in the studio, it was just used to confuse the audience, disrupt my thoughts, and make me run into the painting in a hurry. There must be a picture on the door that I can't see. The painting, waiting for me to throw myself into the net."

    Exactly the same fantasy scam. If he was fooled and ran into the painting, it would be really difficult to survive. At this moment, it is not past twelve o'clock midnight, even if he can deal with the painting, but once he can't find a way out, after twelve o'clock, he will be unable to protect himself.

    After he said this in an orderly manner, the thing sitting by the bed stood there and smiled at him several times. The laughter was sharp and gloomy, like a rather high male voice.

    The next moment, the surrounding environment really changed. The originally very gray sky outside suddenly dimmed, and the sky returned to a pitch-black night. Everything in the room swung gently, revealing line after line of stacked portraits, revealing the room for what it was.

    —Studio!

    The original dungeon said that the ghost limit was reduced!

    Yan Wei was not in Room 5 at all. He didn't know when, he had been transferred to the studio on the top floor by the ghost. In front of him, the other "Yan Mingguang" who was kicked away by him also disappeared, replaced by an eyeless girl in a dress. Yan Wei glanced at the closed studio door behind him, and saw a painting on the door, and a combination lock on the door handle. Obviously, the door could not be opened by turning the door handle.

    The faceless fake Yan Mingguang slowly revealed his true colors.

    It was a man covered in blood. Both of his eye sockets have been hollowed out, revealing two large blood holes. At first glance, his very expensive suit is full of dried blood.

    Even though his face was very ferocious, Yan Wei recognized the ghost's identity from the man's nose, mouth and facial contour.

    Painter.

    On the first night, the middle-aged man said the painter who ran out of the painting and poached the eyes of the woman in the long skirt.

    This artist, who was a talented self-portrait during his lifetime, is now covered in stolen goods, facing him with a grim expression, and a cool voice sounded: "Since you don't go, give me your eyes."

    Before he finished speaking, in the echoing voice, several portraits of women without eyes moved, and women with empty eyes came out one after another. With their feet slightly off the ground, they walked towards Yan Wei vainly, Yan Wei could only see his own shadow under the quiet moonlight coming in from the studio window.

    He didn't move.

    His hand holding the dagger tightened slightly, but his expression was very calm: "If you could dig my eyes, would you wait until now?"

    Several eyeless girls stagnated, and the painter's terrifying face trembled violently.

    The reaction of the ghost verified Yan Wei's guess, he relaxed a little, and then said: "You have restrictions, you can't kill me, so you use this method to deceive me. We The first day you came to the hotel, the first thing you looked at was me, right?"

    At that time, the waiter praised his appearance, which was basically equivalent to leaving a death trigger on him, which was convenient for painters to gouge his eyes at night. It's just that he cracked the trigger directly on the spot, and Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang were very careful the next day and didn't touch any restrictions at all. The painter wanted to kill him and wanted his eyes, so he could only move him to the studio and trick him into triggering the restriction.

    Seeing that Yan Wei was not fooled at all, the painter with empty eyes let out a furious roar, and his voice became even lower and terrifying, as if a basin full of blood was being ground.

    "What if I have restrictions? Yes, I can't kill you, and you can't get out," the painter laughed a few times, "You're locked here, and you have to starve alive. Die. Why don't you give me your eyes... give me... such beautiful eyes, my paintings will look even better..."

    Yan Wei turned his head sideways, tore off the painting attached to the door and threw it to the ground, and glanced at the combination lock on the door handle.

    Having made sure that the ghost won't attack him, he put the dagger back in his pocket, and took a look at the combination lock with both hands.

    This is a rolling combination lock, the lock body is very thick, obviously not a cold weapon can cut it. On the lock, there are three rows of numbers that can be scrolled. At this moment, the three numbers are all stuck on "0".

    In other words, the password has three digits, each digit may be any number from zero to nine, and there is a small confirmation button next to it, it should be the password after scrolling correctly and pressing it Lock can be opened.

    The painter sneered: "Of course, you can also try to open this lock, but you only have one chance... As long as you roll the password and the entered password is wrong, I have no restrictions..."

    "I can gouge your eyes... Such beautiful eyes, they are the best I have ever seen. Oh yes, the man with you, his eyes are also It's beautiful, I want it all... I want it hahahahahaha!"

    Yan Wei frowned slightly.

    Only one chance?

    That is to say, if the hotel they are currently in is a complete copy, he should have solved the previous death puzzle by now, but also triggered the next branch. He has only one chance to unlock the combination lock in front of him. If he rolled to the correct code and unlocked the lock, tonight's crisis would be over. If he made a mistake, the final restriction of the copy on the ghosts would disappear completely, and the painter in front of him would definitely come up directly to hollow out his eyes.

    In the studio, the man with hollow eyes and covered with dried blood was still repeating in a low voice: "Give me the eyes! Give me...I can draw the most perfect portrait...eyes..."

    Yan Wei glanced at the information panel, there was still one hour and four minutes left in the immortal state.

    He held the combination lock silently for about a minute, and then he laughed softly in such a strange environment.

    This chuckle interrupted the artist's muttering, his face trembled, and he said to Yan Wei, "What are you laughing at?"

    "A three-digit password, each digit has a possibility of zero to nine-ten digits, which means a thousand possibilities. It takes me about three seconds to enter the password once, and a thousand It takes fifty minutes for each password, but I could try them all. Even if I'm wrong, you can't kill me. But I think it's stupid.

    "You don't seem to think that I can lose the correct password? Let me guess why you are so sure. This combination lock is a restriction for me and a restriction for you, We are fair. But for something like a password, nonsensical guessing is all about luck. One thousand possible answers means that the probability of guessing right at random is only one in a thousand. The fairness between us is completely unbalanced, so It's definitely not a random number."

    Under the moonlight, the **** face of the painter, which was mostly buried in the haze, seemed to be pulled, showing a look of resentment towards him.

    The smile in Yan Wei's eyes deepened.

      Not only is he not afraid of such a life-and-death game, but he seems to have released his anti-bone nature and let him be in it heartily.

    He held the combination lock in one hand, while looking at the ghost in this terrifying copy, and continued: "Since it can't be a random number, there is a pattern or a clue, which is usually hidden in me Among the information we already know. On the first day, we didn't have any clues about the numbers. On the second day, I saw some dates in the archives, ten years ago, on July 3. There is also a possibility that the guest's room number is From Room 1 to Room 5, the studio has no label, but if you want to give a label, it should be Room 0 on the fifteenth floor. Then according to the clues I found, the password should be 703 or 150. "

    The young man's fingertips were placed on the button that confirmed the password, and it seemed that he was ready to roll the combination lock. His clear voice echoed in the spacious painting room, and under the cool moonlight, Yan Wei and the painter raised the corners of their mouths at the same time.

    Yan Wei's eyes moved slightly, and the light brown eyes were filled with confidence.

    The painter's **** mouth twitched, revealing a terrifying cold smile.

    "You're happy now, because you think I'm going to lose 703 or 150, I'm dead, right? You want to see me press it? Don't worry, I'll press it, but before I leave, I have to do something."

    Yan Wei smiled, facing the whole room full of terrifying ghosts, and put down the combination lock just like that. He even put away the small dagger for self-defense, took the pocket of the windbreaker with one hand, and strode forward towards the painter.

    The painter seemed to grind his teeth and made a hoarse and harsh voice: "Hahahahaha! You dare not try, but come to die?"

    Yan Wei gave him a roll of eyes.

    He has always been very skeptical about why the painter also lost his eyes and why he died. Everything has a reason, and their dungeon is obviously a story of a ghost who turns resentment. How likely is it that the ghost who controls all the portraits has no reason? Yan Wei thought it was impossible.

    The immortality is not over yet, and the painter is in front of him again, which is a good opportunity for him to find clues.

    He just walked directly in front of the painter, resisting his unusually picky cleanliness, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the painter's stench full of dried blood with disgust.

    He has already been in direct contact with ghosts, so there is no restriction that ghosts cannot kill him. The painter smiled sternly, and moved his fingers violently, trying to reach his eyes.

    —Nothing happened.

    Yan Wei's brows and eyes were almost squeezed together by the unbearable cleanliness, but he still insisted and looked at the painter's whole body clearly.

    The painter screamed: "Why didn't you die! You touched me, I can kill you! I can kill you!!"

    "Dude, don't try, the fatal injury is ineffective. You seem to only be able to dig your eyes? Every time you dig your eyes, you will dig out the brains and hollow out the human brain. This fatal injury is useless. Yes," he said, looking up at the painter's empty eyes after reading his hands, "Look a little longer, just a while. I won't be able to beat you tomorrow, I have to see clearly today."

    Artist: "…"

    Yan Wei carefully observed it from top to bottom in the quiet voice of ghosts.

    The painter's hands are already very dry, but it can be seen that although the painter's hands were strong, they were not slender. As for the two hollow eye sockets, the edges are very irregular. It doesn't look like it was hollowed out by a sharp weapon, but it looks like... being smashed alive by someone's hands. There is also a bit of brains involved in the eye sockets. The method of digging out the eyes is cruel and direct. There is no other bleeding place on the painter. He should have died by digging out his eyes.

    "By the way, did you dig your eyes out?"

    The painter did not answer him, but repeated: "I will hollow out your eyes... decorate my perfect painting with your eyes... I will hollow out your eyes..."

    Yan Wei: "..." It may be silly.

    I've read everything that should be seen, and there is no clue to stay here. He wrote down all the details just now, walked back to the door again, and picked up the combination lock.

    "703 or 150?" he said.

    When Yan Wei put his fingertips on the confirmation button of the combination lock, the painter laughed "Jie Jie": "Open it... Open it... You made a mistake, the eyes are mine. It's mine, it's mine..."

    Yan Wei smiled lowly.

    The next moment, Yan Wei, who was talking about the two numbers 703 and 150, did not move the scroll bar of the three numbers, but directly pressed the confirmation button without hesitation!

    The painter's hideous smile froze instantly.

    The number is still at 000, but the combination lock has a "click", and it is opened like this.