Half Immortal

    Yan Mingguang also came over.

      Silhouettes of legs.

    Yan Wei stood up and said, "We are very short on time. Even if someone can escape the death trigger tonight, with an average of two deaths a day, our number will last at most four days. What's more, the further back in time, the greater the danger may be."

    He repeated the reasoning just now, "I originally planned to go to the hospital one day and go to the art exhibition one day, but now it seems to be too slow. There is also the basement floor and the No. 1 room on the top floor. …”

    In such a short time, there are so many places that seem to have clues.

    Yan Mingguang's eyes were deep and light, and he didn't feel any fear. He said, "Come on, it's time for breakfast."

    Then the man turned and walked towards the elevator. Yan Wei didn't move the two dolls, and directly followed Yan Mingguang's footsteps.

    In the gloomy and narrow corridor, the footsteps of the two came one after another, and they walked out of a rather casual pace in such a strange environment. Yan Wei walked behind Yan Mingguang, thought for a while, but said directly: "Hey, Mr. Ice Cube..."

    They entered the elevator. There is no mirror and portrait decoration in the elevator like the outside. Judging from the current clues, this kind of place that often appears in horror movies is actually safer than the corridor outside.

    Yan Mingguang leaned slightly on the edge of the elevator, took out a pocket with one hand and threw a cigarette in his hand, as if he did not respond to Yan Wei's words.

    "Did you hear the ice-"

    "I heard," the man said suddenly, his voice was as indifferent as ever, but the words he said were not cold, "Waste dim sum."

    Yan Wei: "...?"

    He was stunned, and saw Yan Mingguang's dark black pupils, which reflected his figure. These deep but always icy eyes flashed a smile at this moment, and it was fleeting, but Yan Wei saw it clearly.

    Actually responded to him with the self-deprecating title he made yesterday.

    "..." He actually misunderstood, this person is not cold at all. Yan Mingguang seems to never keep everything in his heart, but in fact he remembers everything clearly and clearly.

    The elevator slowly came to the first floor, Yan Wei bowed his head, smiled, and said, "Okay, I want to discuss something with you."

    His expression suddenly became serious, and the smile disappeared in his light brown eyes in an instant. He can laugh softly and innocently, but he can also be stern in an instant.

    "I don't know why you don't care too much about everything, and you don't mind being on the cusp, and I won't ask. But as long as you are human, everything you do is purposeful , you have a purpose. We can be regarded as teammates that we can trust, and maybe we can continue to cooperate in the future. So I also said bluntly, I don’t want to be a leader—I also have a purpose. Since this is the case, let’s talk about it and continue like this I believe in my ability, I can give you the best ideas I can think of, and you give me protection from attention.”

    The elevator reached the first floor, and the heavy door slowly opened to both sides.

    The man walked ahead, paused, and glanced back at him outside the elevator door. Yan Wei had seen all kinds of people, but he had never been counseled in front of anyone, but he had no resistance to Yan Mingguang's gaze. Not fear, but an emotional softening.

    Yan Wei's expression remained the same, and the casual temperament was restrained, leaving only awe. In fact, Yan Mingguang's heavy gaze made him feel a little guilty, but fortunately, his psychological quality was passed, and his expression was well controlled.

    For a moment, the elevator door began to slowly open, and Yan Mingguang said indifferently: "Yes."

    Yan Wei blinked, then raised the corner of his mouth and walked up.

    They were dragged by the **** handprints on the bed and the dolls with their eyes hollowed out for a while. When they arrived at the restaurant, the rest of the players who were still alive had already arrived at the scene.

    The middle-aged man also sat at the dining table with his head lowered, and the other players on the 13th floor were talking nervously about something, it seemed that he knew about the death of the woman in the long dress last night .

    As soon as Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang appeared, the expressions of the other players changed slightly. A young man dressed as a gangster looked at him sharply, his expression full of hostility.

    Yan Wei recalled the person's name, it seemed to be Sun Shi.

    As soon as he sat down, Gao Ming frowned and whispered to him, "Where did you go just now? Why did you come down so slowly?"

    "Something went wrong just now, our room—"

    "There are **** handprints, and the eyes of the doll thrown in the trash can are hollowed out," Sun Shi interrupted Yan Wei, "That's what you told me just now, and you lied I went to your room to see it, but after I went in, the room became a studio! And a woman who came out of the painting wanted to goug out my eyes! If it wasn't for me at the time... If it wasn't for my life-saving things, I would have almost been killed You **** is dead!"

    Yan Wei's expression froze, but in a moment she understood what happened.

    Sun Shi met their situation yesterday. Someone dressed up as a player, made up an illusion to deceive Sun Shi, and wanted Sun Shi to enter the painting in the studio. Only this time, the fake player Sun Shi encountered was just like him.

    But he clearly reminded others in the name of Yan Mingguang yesterday, but he didn't expect others to be fooled. But... Sun Shi didn't see through the scam, but he still survived because he had something to save his life? But they are the initial players, no one has props, so why does Sun Shi have something to save his life?

    When I came in, Lou introduced that this was a first floor dungeon, but did not say that the players inside were all initial players.

    The initial player will start from the first floor, which does not mean that the first floor is the initial player.

    Yan Wei lowered her head slightly, trying to understand the key. His light brown eyes flashed a hint of clarity, and his tone was quite casual: "You have met the person in the painting. I have been staying with Yan Mingguang, but it took me a while to take a shower in the morning. Yesterday we also met a fake If it wasn't for Yan Mingguang's greatness, I would have almost died in the studio."

    Sun Shi sneered: "I thought there might be a problem, but you said the same thing just now. Why did you say the same thing again, **** handprints and dolls? Fake you , will say something similar to you, colluding? I know that ghosts sometimes deceive people, but deceive people must also have information, and deceive people always kill me, right? If you are fake when I meet you, Then why didn't he kill me and keep running away? I'm not stupid, you can escape the fact that you're cheating on me by pushing the matter on the ghost?"

    Yan Wei glanced at him: "You are stupid if you can be tricked."

    "Who are you calling stupid?"

    Gao Ming pushed up his glasses and frowned: "Why don't you calm down. We are in a place like this, and it's not certain what happens. It's possible that Yan Wei will know what ghosts he encounters."

    Yan Wei stopped talking.

    This idiot.

    Such an obvious scam could not be discovered, Yan Wei was too lazy to pay attention to him, just picked up the cutlery and started to eat breakfast on the table slowly.

    Sun Shi glared at him when he saw that he actually started breakfast indifferently, but he was helpless with Yan Wei. He had no choice but to say yin and yang: "Anyway, sooner or later you will kill yourself as a waste who can only see with your face."

    Before he finished speaking, Yan Mingguang had a cold face, took something out of his pocket, and threw it straight at the table in front of him.

    Sun Shi immediately turned pale, his lips trembled, and he finally dared not speak.

    Several people ate breakfast in embarrassment, only Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang seemed to be indifferent, their expressions were quite indifferent. During the Gaoming period, he was relatively calm, asked some questions from the middle-aged man, and discussed his views with Yan Mingguang—it was just a discussion, in fact, Gao Ming was talking about the whole process.

    After half an hour, the waiter came. He just left four exhibition tickets and four city maps and left.

    At the same time, the sound of the building sounded in the minds of all players.

    [Congratulations to the player entering the next stage of the copy, the scope of the copy location has been expanded, from the Promenade Hotel to the entire urban area where the Promenade Hotel is located. From 8:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m. every day, players can move freely within the map, and must stay in the hotel the rest of the time. Violation penalty: death. ]

    Sun Shi immediately reached out and took an exhibition ticket and a map in his hand.

    Seeing this, the rest of the players also realized that there were too many monks and little porridge, and hurriedly reached out to get the tickets. Yan Mingguang just stretched out his hand and took a map, Yan Wei didn't move, but smiled without a trace.

    He was thinking before, if there are so many places to explore, and nine days are blind, how can they search for all the clues in such a short time? To do this, you must be aware of the time issue at the very beginning of the dungeon, and find a large number of locations, so that you can scatter people to look for clues.

    It is too demanding.

    And the rules that confuse players, since they appear once in the dungeon, they can also appear a second time.

    The four art exhibition tickets sent by the waiter confirmed Yan Wei’s guess—the location of the art exhibition, which has been mentioned all the time, seems to be an indispensable part of the clue, but there are only four Tickets, it's not reasonable.

    And, rules don't do nothing.

    From the beginning to the end, they came to visit the exhibition only from the mouth of the waiter, and the building did not have any mandatory requirements. The copy expands the map for them, not directly to let them go to the exhibition. There are only four tickets, which is also implying that you don't have to go to the exhibition.

    So Yan Mingguang didn't take the ticket, just took a map.

    In the end, Sun Shi, the middle-aged man, and the other two players took the tickets and two maps, Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang only took one map, and Gao Ming did not take the tickets. Take the last map.

    Sun Shi took the ticket and led the other three people. When he was about to leave, he passed by Yan Wei's side and sneered very contemptuously: "You are quite self-aware, and the waste is left in the hotel. It's fine if you don't hold back. After I find the clues, if you don't continue to harass everyone, if you admit your mistake, I can still take you out. "

    He was eager to find clues, and then he strode out.

    Yan Wei said softly to the back of Sun Shi, who hastily left, "...Congratulations to this player—oh no, this idiot, you are about to waste a day."

    Gao Ming: "Yan Wei, what did you say?"

    "Nothing."

    Gao Ming asked again: "Yan Mingguang, where are you going?"

    Yan Wei blinked, his eyes moved slightly, his eyelashes trembled, and his beautiful eyes revealed innocence and clarity.

    He didn't speak, Yan Mingguang said lightly: "The hospital."

    "Sure enough!" Gao Ming patted the table with a smile on his face, "You and I guessed the same. We have all been to the studio, and the portraits in the studio have appeared in the hospital background too many times. It’s limited, why don’t you go to the hospital first. Yan Wei, you can go to the hospital with us. There are still many dangers in the hotel, so you might as well stay with me and Yan Mingguang, and we can take care of you.”

    "Okay," Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang said to go to the hospital. He naturally did not reject Gao Ming's kindness, "Thank you."

    Besides Yan Wei, Yan Mingguang has pulled out the short knife inserted on the table, and is putting it away neatly. Yan Wei had just reached a cooperation with the man, and at this moment, he confidently held the chicken feather as the arrow and said to Gao Ming: "But before I go, Yan Mingguang asked me to ask you one thing. You and Sun Shi are not initial players, right? "

    Gao Ming's expression suddenly changed!