Paintings of Terror

Du Lingyu hadn't struggled from the nightmare reality for a long time, Xi Shengnan killed Xiayu? Obviously Xia Yu was already dead when everyone first came to this world? Even setting aside all the perceptual colors, this matter is not true, because Xi Shengnan has no time to commit the crime.

Du Lingyu rubbed his temples. Whenever he was very nervous, he was prone to migraines. This time, it was not just a migraine, but also the ears on this side.

Du Lingyu finally calmed down a little bit, only to realize that Cao Youning did not know when he had gotten up and stood next to the bed. He was as at a loss as himself, not so much sadness and fear, but more of a kind of feeling towards the world. The humble and at a loss.

Mu Yiran seemed to be talking to the lord brigade officer. Du Lingyu listened word by word, only to find that his understanding ability was too bad, and Mu Yiran seemed to be talking around the bend intentionally, and he seemed to be evasive. What, try every means to make the other party understand his intentions.

By the way, it's time. Mu Yiran couldn't talk about time directly with the people in the Light Brigade, so he mostly used words like "light on and off" to express.

Fortunately, the brigade officer’s ability to understand is much better than Du Lingyu. At this time, he nodded and said: "I understand that although Xi Shengnan is suspected of murder, she is also a victim. Besides, the deceased is dead...I We will send someone to bring the magnifying glass in a while, and we must find a way to find out the source of this poison from the medical books."

magnifier? Mu Yiran actually wanted to get the magnifying glass, and it was from the hands of the brigade officer. Du Lingyu felt incredible, and gradually understood why these old members can experience so many paintings together. In addition to the tacit cooperation of the team, having an excellent leader is also an essential element.

The brigade officer was finally leaving. He turned around and said to everyone: "I will send someone to put the corpse of the deceased into a coffin, first freeze it, and then enter the frozen ground for safety."

It seems that this is the ultimate way to save the dead in this world.

Lu Heng wiped his eyes and said, "Can we send it off then?"

Lord brigade officer: "Yes."

The door opened and closed, leaving only twelve members in the room, and Xi Shengnan who was slowly stiff lying on the bed.

"Why? I really don't understand." Luo Yu was speaking, holding Xinchun tightly at this time: "The flawed jade was already dead when we came, why did sister Xi's knife be on her body, And those two knives were brought in from the outside world! This time is simply not right!"

"So, the time in this world is completely chaotic. It is precisely because of this chaos that the residents here become ignorant of time." Shao Ling said.

"If they really ignore time, why should there be such an important ceremony of turning on and off the lights?" Zhu Haowen said, "I think they are more afraid of time, even awe, so the time is more relevant. Everything will be classified as taboo."

Mu Yiran walked to the wooden cabinet and looked at the pile of incense ashes in the corner and half of the incense that was slowly burning in the ashes: "The second incense only burned a small half."

"What is the length of the second incense?" Qin Ci asked.

Mu Yiran took out a long, unburned incense stick: "I took the incense according to this length. I marked it with a pen. One section can burn for about 4 hours. The one I used last night was Five times the length of the incense, which means that it can burn for 20 hours under normal conditions."

"Yes, only in this way can we make up the 24 hours of day and night." Qin Ci pondered.

Qin Ci walked over and took a closer look at the burning incense. It was obvious that the incense had not been extinguished last night: "According to the current length, there are about three-fifths of the total length left. That is to say, last night. The incense only burned for 8 hours."

Cao Youning rubbed his eyes: "I think I slept for a long time last night, definitely more than 8 hours."

Many people also expressed the same feeling.

Luo Wei looked at Ke Xun who was standing next to him: "Brother, are we now counting a day or half a day? Yesterday 4 hours in the daytime, plus 8 hours after the lights were turned off, that’s only 12 hours, isn’t it? There are two sets of day and night in a day here?"

Ke Xun seemed to think of something: "I'll look at the 7 lines carved on the wall outside of us, maybe something has changed."

Du Lingyu really didn't want to stay in a room with a dead person. Although the dead person was very close to him during his lifetime, he died when he died. It is one thing to feel uncomfortable in his heart, and another thing to be with the corpse.

Du Lingyu couldn't restrain the fear in his heart. Seeing Ke Xun going out at this time, he also went out.

The bright lights of yesterday have been restored outside, and Du Lingyu closely followed Ke Xun. The tall man always gave people a sense of security.

Ke Xun came to the wall of the corridor, where 7 vertical lines were still deeply engraved, unchanged.

Ke Xun's index finger touched the 7 vertical lines, feeling the sharp bumps: "I always think these 7 lines have stories, and there must be clues hidden in them."

The light makes people feel warm and at ease. Du Lingyu feels that his body is getting warmer gradually. At this time, he also carefully observed the 7 lines on the wall.

"Do you think that these 7 lines were not drawn by the same person." Du Lingyu expressed his opinion.

Ke Xun observed carefully, and found that the first three lines were drawn straight and strong, and the last four lines were slightly slanted, some were slightly shorter, and some had slightly shallower scratches. It seemed that they were not made by the same person.

Du Lingyu pursed her slightly dry lips, and pointed at the seventh vertical line with a slightly trembling finger, and said: "You see this line is very shallow, and it is very oblique to the lower left corner, just like when I wrote Arabic numerals. Like..."

The latter words may feel unlucky, but Du Lingyu still said: "I don't know why, I always feel that the last line looks like I drew it."

Ke Xun couldn't help turning his face to look at Du Lingyu, not knowing why this girl suddenly said this.

"I don't know, maybe it's the girl's intuition," Du Lingyu grinned reluctantly. This topic is a bit scary, and he has no full basis. "Anyway, when I was young, I learned to write numbers in Tianzi grid At that time, my mother was strictly required to write diagonally, so the numbers I wrote were all inclining sharply... Moreover, I think that although the wall is made of wood, it is also very solid wood. I think it is impossible for me Draw the lines as deep as the first few lines..."

Du Lingyu gradually stopped talking, feeling that the cold hair on his face was about to stand up, and felt nervous and uncomfortable for some reason.

Ke Xun stretched out his hand and paused in mid-air before patting Du Lingyu's shoulder gently: "In the world in the painting, crying and nervousness are useless. We have to go all out to find clues if we want to save our lives. However, the analysis you just made is very useful to me."

Du Lingyu tried hard to stop shaking herself: "Thank you."

"In fact, everyone has their own characteristics and potential. If everyone can bring these into full play, then we will not be far from painting." Ke Xun's eyes are still looking at the 7 lines on the wall, since Du Lingyu After making the remarks just now, Ke Xun always felt that these seven lines were also looking at him.

Du Lingyu nodded and wrapped her old cotton robe tightly, which made herself feel warmer: "Also, when I woke up in the morning, I smelled some strange scent in the position of sister Xi."

"fragrance?"

"Yes, the scent is very special. It is completely different from the scent we ordered at night, and the scent is very weak. I am afraid ordinary people can hardly smell it." Du Lingyu subconsciously sniffed his clothes. Sleeve, "I still have a little smell on my clothes, probably because I was the last night sister Xi."

Ke Xun stared at Du Lingyu: "Have you always been so sensitive to fragrance?"

Du Lingyu nodded: "I am more interested in perfumes. I have been taking perfume lessons in my spare time for the past two years, so I may be more sensitive to taste."

When Ke Xun and Du Lingyu returned to the room, Qin Ci was flipping through the medical book. Because the words on it were very small, Qin Ci squinted his eyes and checked with great effort: "I didn't look at this carefully yesterday. This book, I only found out that the first half of this book is about medicine, and the second half is about poison."

Ke Xun interrupted Qin Ci gently: "Xiao Du has some research on fragrance. She smelled a strange fragrance on Xi Shengnan's body."

After hearing this, Qin Ci hurriedly turned back a few pages: "There is a part here that specifically records the use of spices as poisons, isn't it..."

All eyes were on Qin Ci's body, and only the sound of turning a book could be heard in the whole room, page by page, like the hands of a clock trickling slowly.

As the voice stopped abruptly, he saw Qin Ci's hand stopped on a certain page and stopped turning the book: "It's strange, a page was torn off."

Everyone looked up and saw that a certain page of the medical book was torn off neatly, because it was torn very far inward, so it would be impossible to find it if you didn't turn to this page.

Qin Ci looked at the previous page and the next page: "These records are all methods of making poison with spices, and this page should be the same."

Everyone was silent for a long time, and it was Wei Dong who finally said, "That means, the murderer secretly tore off this page, and then made a poison with spices according to the above formula, and killed Xi Shengnan last night?

"But, how did the murderer start? There are so many people in our house. If he poisons us by incense, it will poison us all. It is impossible to poison only one Xi Shengnan."

What Wei Dong said is very reasonable, it is really difficult to explain this matter.

Qin Ci walked to the side of Xi Shengnan's body, opened the cloth towel, and looked at it carefully: "According to the situation of her poisonous hair, I think she should have taken a lot of poison. Only when the poison enters the body will it cause such serious consequences."

"Doctor Qin, do you mean that Sheng Nan took poison?" Lu Heng said, "We were all together when we were eating, and she didn't eat anything else alone."

Shao Ling: "Let’s think about it carefully and don’t miss any details. The fact that the set of knives was missing two knives was caused by our negligence. Think about it, everyone. We were eating or drinking yesterday. Was Xi Shengnan always with everyone at the time?"

While everyone was frowning and thinking, Mai Peng suddenly said, "I know, maybe it's the bottle of hot sauce. It seems that she was the only one who ate the hot sauce yesterday."

When Qin Ci heard this, he took out the bottle of hot sauce from the cabinet with a cloth towel, and opened the lid that was fastened on it.

A pungent smell permeated the room. Du Lingyu walked up and frowned and sniffed it carefully: "Because of the spiciness, the smell is much weaker, but there is still a little bit of it, just Xi The smell of sister."

Mai Peng sighed: "Among the few of us, I and Sister Xi only eat spicy food. Yesterday I didn't dare to touch chili because of a bad cold, so she ate it alone."

It's not that the old members don't eat any chili, but the label on the bottle of hot sauce reads: Extra hot hot sauce, so it is prohibitive.

Qin Ci took out a set of needles from his package: "There is a special poison test needle inside, which seems to be a special product of this world."

Mai Peng was a little puzzled: "Isn't the silver needle the only way to test the arsenic's frost? It shouldn't be the arsenic's frost."

Qin Ci: "This is not a silver needle. The color and texture of these needles are very special. They should be special poison needles. I will try them."

In the end, the needle that plunged into the hot sauce turned jet black.