Half Immortal

    Yan Wei squatted down slowly beside the bed.

    He raised his hand and wanted to lift the quilt over the corpse. But when his fair and slender fingers almost touched the blood-soaked sheets, Yan Wei remembered that he had to grab the painter's hand last night—he washed his hands for ten minutes after returning to the room.

    He stepped back a little and waved at Gao Ming: "Do me a favor and lift the quilt."

    "Huh?" Gao Ming was stunned, his face collapsed, and he stepped forward resignedly, "Everyone is dead, what are you doing to lift the quilt? Well...I'll listen to you anyway, I..."

    Before Gao Ming stretched out his hand, the silent man beside him suddenly leaned out, the hand that could kill someone with a short knife grabbed the quilt, and immediately threw the blood-stained quilt under the bed .

    Gao Ming could only watch Yan Mingguang help Yan Wei lift the quilt without saying a word, he stepped back, and tried not to disturb the two initial players who were much more powerful than him to investigate the corpse.

    Yan Wei threw a thankful look at Yan Mingguang, then did not delay any longer, pinched her nose, and said "be sure to wear gloves when you go out alive", then leaned forward to take a closer look up.

    It is exactly the same as Gao Ming's roommate's death.

    Yan Wei cautiously glanced from top to bottom—the clothes on the two players were very neat and intact, and there were no other scars on their bodies. The rim of the hollowed out eye socket was rough and very uneven.

    They all died of gouging, and the gouging method was extremely cruel but powerful.

    "Gao Ming, did you hear anything last night?" Yan Wei retracted his gaze and stood up.

    Gao Ming nodded: "Yes. I thought I would get up early at dawn to meet you guys, and I would rest immediately after dark. But I never slept very deeply, and even a little...cough , I want to go to the toilet. You reminded me not to open my eyes if anything happens, so I hold it all night..."

    Yan Wei: "..." Seems to understand why Gao Ming's eyes are slightly blue.

    "I vaguely heard my roommate getting up. He probably wanted to go to the toilet, so he got up. He never came out again. I really didn't dare to move until it was dawn. I went to the bathroom to take a look, and I didn't expect to see him dying in front of the sink. Before going downstairs, I did a simple autopsy. It can be seen from the action of collapsing on the ground that he died while washing his hands. , The speed of death is very fast, and his expression has not changed much."

    Yan Wei listened carefully to Gao Ming's description, and took out the coins in his pocket at will, with his slender knuckles slightly curved, his fingertips pressed against the edge of the coin gently.

    The coin threw a perfect trajectory in the air, he stared at the front casually, his eyes were slightly empty and thought for a while.

    A moment.

    Yan Wei's eyes were focused, he regained his senses, grabbed the tossed coin and threw it into his pocket, "Did you hear anything?"

    Yan Mingguang nodded.

    Gao Ming's face was even more unsightly: "The voices of many women, they seem to be shouting... eyes."

    Yan Wei listened intently.

    "The eyes..."

    "...give me your eyes..."

    "Eyes, where are the eyes, the eyes..."

    “…”

    Yan Mingguang's black eyes moved lightly, and there was a bottomless coldness in his eyes. He slowly took out the folding knife in his pocket, and in one movement of his hand with evenly knuckles, the blade turned sassily, extending into a short blade.

    Yan Wei also clenched the self-defense weapon in his pocket and whispered: "It should be the woman in the painting. On the last day, the restrictions on ghosts and monsters will definitely gradually weaken, and the cold weapons in our hands will be at that time. It may not hurt them. I can't speculate on the basement level yet. There are not enough clues, so we must hurry up. Let's go, let's go to the basement level. "

    Yan Mingguang walked at the forefront without saying a word.

    Yan Wei looked at him: "Are you thinking, do you want to remind Sun Shi one last time?"

    Yan Mingguang gave him a surprised look.

    Yan Wei secretly thought.

    He and Yan Mingguang are all different in terms of their exposed personalities and hidden personalities. He is warm and kind on the surface, but innately cold and rational on the inside.

    Yan Mingguang is the exact opposite of him.

    He said: "Although I think such behavior is particularly silly X, but if you really think it is necessary, we can leave a piece of paper-"

    "No need," Yan Mingguang's indifferent voice interrupted him, "the path he chose."

    When the words fell, the blade in the man's hand turned again, he turned around in the rustling sound of breaking the air, and walked quickly to lead the way.

    Yan Wei shrugged and immediately followed Gao Ming.

    As soon as he left the room, he suddenly felt a creepy feeling coming from the right side, and his subconscious vigilance made Yan Wei sway to the right. Yan Mingguang, who was in front of him, immediately felt that something was wrong, and he came back to his senses and pulled him hard, taking him far away from that place.

    The three of them looked back and found…

    —that's a woman's hand sticking out of the painting!

    For a moment, the whole corridor, on the hanging portraits of women, one after another, the arms that are clean or wrapped in luxurious clothes extend from the paintings, and the beautiful palms are slightly curled , as if holding something forward.

    The beautifully decorated corridor is now full of outstretched arms, twisting haphazardly, clinging hard to the front. The scattered mirrors on both sides diffuse the warm yellow light, reflecting the scene on the promenade alternately back and forth.

    The mirrors are all facing each other, and the shadow in the mirror is reflected in the other mirror, as if countless hands are waving by the walls on both sides.

    The three of Yan Wei quickly moved to the middle of the long and narrow corridor. Those graceful and cool hands were right in front of them, their knuckles were bent, and occasionally they would hook them. clothing.

    Gao Ming scolded swearing words under his gentle appearance and said: "Are these broken mirrors used to make us look terrifying? There are hands inside and outside the mirror, and I am dazzled. It's unclear!"

    "Let's go to the basement floor," Yan Wei's tone became lower and lower, "The restrictions on ghosts... are getting weaker and weaker."

    The world in the building, the casino area.

    One after another projections appeared in the casino during this period of time, and new faces were constantly appearing in the players coming and going, and there were also many wailing and cheering from those who lost or won the bet.

    “…Has the number of low-level dungeons to brush out the casino mechanism have increased recently?”

    “Not only, there are also middle and high level ones!”

    "More and more players have been selected recently..."

    “…”

    The live projection of the casino building where Yan Wei is located has always been in Sun Shi's perspective. A large number of players gathered under this projection. Some of them made bets and came here from time to time to check the progress and worried about the results. Some of them did not make bets just to analyze the dungeon to enhance their experience.

    After Jiang Xiu made his bet, he went to the organization to lead someone to analyze the copy. Now that he was free, he brought his younger brother Jiang Ping to take another look.

    As soon as he came, the crowd in front of the projection consciously gave way, clearing the place where Jiang Xiu was located - except for a young man in black clothes.

    His clothes were all black, and he was carrying a bow without arrows on his back. Even in the brightly lit entertainment area, he seems to be integrated into the boundless night at any time.

    This person stood in front of a large open area in front of Jiang Xiu, very conspicuous. But he didn't seem to notice, he didn't move, just raised his head slightly, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, watching Sun Shi in the projection go from the restaurant to the studio.

    Jiang Xiu frowned when he saw him: "Lin Zhen? You also made a bet? Such a novice dungeon that is bound to lose, actually lured you to take advantage..."

    Lin Zhen chuckled lightly, and in this smile, her handsome facial features actually revealed a rather demonic and evil temperament, "I heard that your useless brother is going to enter the hospital in the next two days. The next dungeon is coming. You want him to win a gambling building and choose the easiest dungeon, right? Then you have to find something to save his life quickly, but don’t wait for the results of the gambling building, you lose your bet, Your trash brother was directly pulled into the difficult dungeon..."

    Jiang Xiu said displeasedly: "What do you mean?"

    "This copy will pass."

    "Are you kidding me? Just by seeing a fake diary and believing it to be a real downgrade player? This downgrade player underestimated the difficulty of the dungeon. The dungeon they have passed has at least five floors. The level of the level, but he uses the experience of the second and third floors to judge, there is no doubt that he will die. I bet this group of idiots will fail, just wait and see."

    "You're the real idiot." Lin Zhen's smile became wider, with anticipation and enjoyment of blood in his eyes, "You didn't see, in Sun Shi's perspective, there are A man with silver hair and a black jacket? Probably a starting player. I can't see his face, but my abilities let me see - he's very, very strong. As for this guy named Sun Shi, He's dead, let me enjoy the process of being killed by ghosts..."

    Seeing Sun Shi dodging the woman's arm stretched out in the portrait and hurriedly arriving at the studio, Lin Zhen laughed out loud.

    He raised his hand, put his fingertips into his mouth, bit his teeth, and even bit his fingertips.

      The next copy of , I'll go too..."

    After Yan Wei and the three entered the elevator, Yan Mingguang took out the magnetic card and swiped it, and sure enough, he pressed the "-1" button.

    The restrictions on ghosts are getting lower and lower, and the whole corridor hotel is filled with a strange atmosphere.

    The sound of the rustling blade breaking into the wind sounded, and Yan Mingguang stepped out first and whispered: "Follow."

    Yan Wei and Gao Ming kept up with Yan Mingguang.

    Just a few steps out, Yan Wei heard their water-soaked footsteps—they seemed to be walking on some damp ground.

    As he moved forward slowly, he stretched out his hand and groped carefully, "...I seem to be touching some kind of machine...with a lot of iron-like touches, and handles... Wait, it's a treadmill, and the basement level of this hotel is a gym - my day!"

    He tripped over the gym equipment.

    The man walking in front of him turned around instantly and supported him when he was about to fall. There was a reassuring warmth from the man's palm, but his voice was rather cold: "Are you okay?"

    The darkness around him covered his eyes, making his hearing more sensitive. Yan Wei seemed to hear the sound of his palm rubbing against Yan Mingguang's palm, and the breathing of the three of them was amplified a little, spreading a rare breath of life in the **** room.

    Yan Wei was stunned for a moment while being alert.

    He came back to his senses, and with the strength of Yan Mingguang, he stabilized his body, "It's okay."

    He said, and was about to stand up straight when the lights suddenly turned on all at once!

    Yan Wei glanced around for the first time, and when he turned his head, he suddenly found that on the treadmill beside him, he was leaning against a corpse whose eyes had been hollowed out!

    The corpse slumped stiffly on the treadmill, the blood-stained face was facing Yan Wei, and the empty eye sockets seemed to be staring at him.

      Fortunately, this time the light was on, and Yan Wei stood up straight while holding the handle of the fitness equipment beside him. When he looked back, he realized that it was not fitness equipment but the body of a woman in a long skirt.

    Under the bright lights, the whole picture of the whole gym is shown at this moment.

    The walls of the gym are covered with mirrors, which makes this underground gym very spacious and full of fitness equipment. The corpse of the middle-aged man was leaning against the fitness equipment, and the corpse of the woman in the long skirt was lying on the ground. Their eyes were hollow, their bodies were soaked with blood, and there was a pool of blood dripping around the middle-aged man's corpse—that was where they had just walked.

    The blood beside the body of the woman in the long dress has dried up.

    Besides the corpse of the woman in the long dress, there was actually a skeleton lying there!

    Yan Wei was a little uncomfortable with the unpleasant smell in the air, he frowned and said, "Sure enough, the basement floor is where the waiter threw the corpses, and the bodies of the two dead players were Here. But why didn't he deal with those two just dead players on the 13th floor..."

    Yan Wei raised her feet, stepped over the pool of blood and some fitness equipment, and squatted in front of the skeleton next to the body of the woman in the long skirt.

      "

    Yan Wei smiled and said, "I had to rely on you, and I have no experience in examining skeletons. However, since it has been turned into bones, this corpse has been dead for a long time..."

      The degree of death will not be particularly long, a few years to ten years. You can see her skull, the damage is very serious, in terms of the degree of trauma... I feel that someone used a sharp tool to goug out her eyes, the process The killer also smashed other parts of her brain, and even damaged part of her skull, the killer's tactics were particularly cruel."

    Yan Wei's eyes moved: "That female doctor!"

    He stared at the skull's head, his eyes resting on the severely traumatized eye socket...

    The lights of the gym flickered again at this moment, and the dim and bright were intertwined repeatedly. The electric light made an intermittent "squeak" sound, which was abnormally piercing.

    Suddenly!

    He felt like he was in a coma, but his consciousness was chaotic, and some scenes gradually appeared in front of him. These scenes are very unfamiliar, and the people who see them have no impression, as if inexplicable pictures, but like some memory fragments.

    He seems to have become another person, experiencing the past memories from the perspective of that person.

    The pictures flashed one by one, crowding his mind into a dizzy one. Most of these pictures are in hospitals. The terrain and conditions of the hospital are very familiar. It seems that it is the hospital they went to yesterday. From the perspective of the memory owner, many patients come and go, and when the memory owner sees a man, most of them are looking up, which shows that the owner of the memory is not tall.

    Yan Wei immediately understood that the owner of this memory was obviously the first victim of the painter's digging and filling - the female doctor who showed the painter a mental illness.

    Seeing the back, Yan Wei saw the last patient of the female doctor.

    It was a familiar face—the painter's face!

    The painter who has not had his eyes gouged out is the same as the self-portrait. The anthropomorphic painter has a paranoid charm. Every time he comes for psychological consultation, he vividly describes the art world in his mind, his understanding and thoughts on paintings to the female doctor.

    The female doctor and the painter are in love.

    His abundant imagination and enthusiasm for professional paranoia moved the female doctor, and the beautiful and beautiful eyes of the female doctor were as dazzling as stars, attracting painters who were already very persistent in drawing eyes at that time .

    And then came the painful memories. In the picture that the memory owner brought him, the last picture before his death was that the painter raised the knife, smiled grimly, and sent the knife to the eyes of the memory owner.

    In another trance, his eyes gradually returned to focus.

    He was still in a half-squatting position, in front of the skeleton of the female doctor, in front of the **** and silent gym. On his side, Gao Ming also rubbed his eyes in a trance and slowly returned to his normal expression.

    Yan Wei glanced back and saw Yan Mingguang nodding at him.

    "Are you, like me, suddenly instilled with a memory with a strong sense of substitution? And..."

    Gao Ming has completely recovered at this moment. He widened his eyes and blurted out in amazement: "And how to find the stairs!"

    Yan Wei blinked, still maintaining a half-squatting posture with a happy expression on her face. His beautiful eyes seemed to be shining brightly at the moment, his thin lips were slightly raised, and his fair and delicate face was quite soft under the pale light. At first glance, the young man seems to be just a student who has not yet been deeply involved in the world, and is happy that he has solved the problem just now.

    But from an angle that no one could see, Yan Wei quietly put his right hand into the pocket of the windbreaker and clenched the small dagger in the pocket.