Nightmare Attack

According to the prompts of the previous paintings, the scenes in the paintings correspond to the moment when the player died. If you can see other paintings successfully, you can find out where and how other players died.

In this way, even if you are taken into that weird rainy night, as long as you avoid the corresponding place of death, your chances of survival will be greatly increased.

But ideals and reality always deviate. When they saw the next painting, the people in Jiangcheng couldn't help but frown.

The painting exists, but the information on it is unclear.

It can only be roughly seen that it is a person, and the strong bright red strokes around it also reveal the fact that this person is dead.

But unfortunately, they were unable to identify who the next victim was, not even the male or female.

"Can't see clearly." Xia Qiang lowered his voice, his calm voice rising and falling, and there was a strong sense of unwillingness hidden in it, "I can't make out the background either."

Only then did they notice that along this wall, there were oil paintings hanging one after another, but starting from the one in front of them, they all became blurry.

Check them out one by one. Counting the one about Midnight Murderer, there are 11 oil paintings in total.

Calculated this way, the remaining 10 paintings correspond to the tragic deaths of players.

Huaiyi couldn't help but swallow his saliva and became anxious. After discovering the problem, Jiang Cheng comforted him and said, "Don't be too nervous. Having our oil paintings doesn't mean that we will definitely die, and we don't know exactly how." .

"It's hard to say that all this is an illusion." Xia Qiang added, "The purpose is to push us into the abyss of fear."

Although Huaiyi knew in his heart that the two of them might not think so, but in this case, he had no choice but to believe it.

After all, once you lose your belief in survival, you will definitely die.

Jiang Cheng stood in front of a blurry oil painting and stared at the corner of the painting. In the same position, there was also a line of small words written on it.

"Suddenly one day" seems to be followed by a person's name, but from the look and feel, it is covered by something.

"What does the sudden day have to do with the script?" Huaiyi looked at the trembling store owner in his arms and resisted the urge to throw him out.

"I don't know, I've never been here before." The shop owner's tongue seemed to be tied up, and he couldn't speak clearly. "The name of this script should be Rainy Night Murderer." He emphasized again, as if this This is very important.

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Cheng slowly said: "Suddenly one day should refer to a fixed day, a specific day stipulated in the script. We all reincarnate infinitely in this day, just like we fixed it from the morning room to wake up and force sleep into the night until we find a way to break the cycle, or"

"Or we as players will all be killed. Xia Qiang said coldly.

This is easy to understand. When all players are killed, the game ends naturally.

The distance between paintings is very large. If you stand in front of a painting and look to both sides, you can only see vague outlines. There must be a distance of about 3 or 4 meters.

Along the way, the distance between the 11 paintings was more than 30 meters, and until the last one, they did not reach the end of the wall.

The wall in front of them seemed to be endless. Jiang Cheng frowned and walked a little further along the wall as if he didn't believe in evil, but he quickly stopped.

He definitely didn't understand this space. He had a feeling that if he continued walking, he would probably lose his way. Even if he wanted to walk back along the wall, it would be a luxury.

"Go back." Jiang Cheng whispered, "Follow the way we came and don't disturb the paintings on the wall."

I don't know when the wind began to blow around. Although it was not obvious, in this environment, it was immediately noticed by people like Xia Qiang in Jiangcheng.

It didn't seem like it was blown here, but rather like it was brought up by something invisible hidden in the surroundings, moving in the gray mist.

After being with Fatty for a long time, Huaiyi also learned some of the essence of brainstorming. He thought about it and scared himself. The shop owner was even more cautious at all times. His eyes were full of fear and he kept looking around. .

Suddenly, Jiang Cheng, who was walking in the front, stopped. Huaiyi didn't react and bumped into Jiang Cheng's back lightly. The shop owner was so frightened that he almost jumped up.

"Brother Jiang?" Huaiyi asked subconsciously.

But what Huaiyi couldn't figure out was that both Jiang Cheng and Xia Qiang seemed to be different people, standing there with their backs to him, silent.

"Something happened." Huai Yi's eyes suddenly changed.

Just when he was about to react, Jiang Cheng slowly moved his body and made way for a gap. Through the gap, Huaiyi looked over with confusion. His pupils gradually changed, from confusion, to shock, and finally to fear. It only took 1 second to shrink into a gap.

They had reached the very beginning of the painting.

He still clearly remembered that there was a bust portrait of the murderer on a rainy night, but now, there was only an empty metal picture frame on the wall.

The oil painting is empty.

The scary man with his head wrapped in tape disappeared

Jiang Cheng and Xia Qiang showed amazing cooperation. After a brief moment of confusion, Xia Qiang immediately took a few steps and stood in front of Jiang Cheng and the owner of Huaiyi Store, looking at the gray fog around him.

Jiang Cheng stepped forward and observed the painting carefully.

It would be unfair to say that the painting is empty. To be precise, only the terrifying corpse-like man has disappeared. There is also a red and black background color on the oil painting. Just looking at it makes people extremely depressing, as if being caught by a pair of iron pincers. The hand seemed to be pressing down on the throat.

Huaiyi was surprised to see Jiang Cheng's shoulders shaking unconsciously, and then he slowly stretched out his hand towards the oil painting.

Finally, he stopped on the metal picture frame and wiped it gently with his fingers. When he took it away again, he actually pulled out a sticky blood streak in mid-air.

Suddenly, a terrible guess appeared in Huaiyi's mind. The murderer on the rainy night in the picture frame did not disappear, but came out of the picture frame. The sticky blood around the picture frame was the best evidence.

Immediately afterwards, Huaiyi heard a gasp of cold air.

Finally, he stopped on the metal picture frame and wiped it gently with his fingers. When he took it away again, he actually pulled out a sticky blood streak in mid-air.

Suddenly, a terrible guess appeared in Huaiyi's mind. The murderer on the rainy night in the picture frame did not disappear, but came out of the picture frame. The sticky blood around the picture frame was the best evidence.

Immediately afterwards, Huaiyi heard a gasp of cold air.

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