Paintings of Terror

In room 402, there are strange marks from the fire.

The ceiling and walls of the room were smoked black, but other furnishings were not affected at all.

The room is very dark, and the large windows facing the road are also blocked by a concrete wall. For this, most people do not show a strange look. Except for Weidong and Zhu Haowen, the two obviously exposed the strange concrete wall. Frightened and puzzled.

On the big bed in the back room, two-thirds of the bedding was burned to ashes, while the other third was intact.

Wei Dong's face turned pale, standing beside Ke Xun: "This...how did this burn? Could it be that the quilt burned spontaneously? This is too evil."

Mu Yiran looked at the half of the candle that was intact on the table next to him, and felt that things were strange.

Everyone soon discovered this weird phenomenon, and the child picked up the half candle squatting in the small tea bowl. A lot of solidified wax oil had already accumulated in the tea bowl: "This...candle is not the source of fire?"

Qin Ci raised his head and looked at the blackened ceiling and walls: "From the perspective of the walls, the fire last night should have been very strong, and even spread to the outside."

——"No, these walls have always been black." It was Xinmiao who had just appeared at the door, and Sha Liu was standing beside him.

"It's always black?" Qin Ci puzzled.

Xinmiao looked sure: "The three of us... The three of us opened the door to look at the house yesterday evening. The house was dark. Later, we went downstairs to find the concierge. He said that the house cannot be changed and I can’t live in love... …Let him open the door for us to go out, and he doesn’t agree."

"Apart from the dark walls, is there anything else strange?" Mu Yiran asked.

Xinmiao is a kind of forbearing composure at this moment. After Sha Liu’s persuasion, his instinctive desire to survive finally surpassed his fear. At this moment, he just wanted to cooperate with everyone to find shelter: "We probably looked at the house then, So I went to the small restaurant downstairs to eat..." Xin Miao looked at the room in front of him again, and saw the bed that was more than half blackened, and couldn't help but shiver. "The two of them are more courageous than I am. Da, I always think that I crossed last night, and their adaptability is better than me."

"We went back to the house after turning off the lights, and we played mobile games for a while, and then...the two of them were going to the toilet, and it would be no good when they came back..." Xinmiao recalled yesterday.

Sha Liu asked next to him, "What's wrong?"

"When they came back, they said that there was a grimace outside the window of the public toilet... because Tina loves pranks to scare people, and she also loves to tell ghost stories. My courage is so small, I thought they were deliberately scaring me," Xin Miao said. Then they sobbed again, "They said that this place can't live anymore, they have to go out and discuss with you, and then everyone will go to the old concierge..."

"I was dubious about what they were saying, and I was very afraid. It was dark outside, so I didn't dare to go out! None of the three of us remembered which house you all lived in, but vaguely remembered that the other two women seemed to live in 410. ..."

So last night, they knocked on the door of 410. In the absence of a response, perhaps they were afraid, so they had to leave first, planning to leave the apartment overnight and tomorrow morning.

Everyone heard their door slamming last night. As long as the angle of the room is right, some people also saw the candle-lit window of 402.

"What about after they go back to the house?" Ke Xun thought of Tina who dyed her hair gray-blue. She was quite undaunted, and felt that it was impossible for this person to go back to the room quietly.

Sure enough, Xin Miao continued: "None of us can sleep, everyone is a little restless, and then Tina began to pack up the backpacks, planning to leave overnight, in fact we did leave the room again..."

Xinmiao's face began to become ugly, and his eyes couldn't help looking at the direction of the public toilet: "That staircase...we came up from there when we went upstairs before the lights were turned off. The staircase was obviously next to the public toilet... Who knows, when we When I wanted to leave in the middle of the night, the stairs were gone."

"What?!" Qiu Lu was the first to express surprise, "The stairs are gone?!"

Xinmiao’s lips turned pale with fright: “Now there are again... It really disappeared last night! The public toilet is still there, but the place where there should be stairs is a flat ground! It's like there has never been a staircase..."

"Then you panicked too much and went back to your room?" Ke Xun asked.

"Yes, we didn't dare to go anywhere, and we felt unsafe after we plugged the door in. Then everyone huddled together to sleep...until early the next morning..."

Sha Liu patted Xinmiao on the back to comfort the other party, and looked at Mu Yiran and Ke Xun: "I and Qiu Lu will go to the women's bathroom to have a look. I don't know if the grimace is still there."

Qiu Lu was a little scared, hesitant to move forward.

Shou Zhu said from the side: "If there is no one in the women's bathroom, let's go in and take a look."

No one else had any objections, and Xin Miao followed everyone, feeling that only places with a lot of people were the safest, even in broad daylight.

Mu Yiran walked behind and did not go in. Instead, he stepped towards the direction of the stairs. Ke Xun stood behind: "I believe her, the stairs may have really disappeared last night."

Now the stairs are clearly in front of you, and there are Saint Seiya stickers by children on the mottled handrails.

But who can tell the things in the painting clearly?

Mu Yiran stood at the top of the stairs, as if thinking about something.

Ke Xun looked at four points on the circle of the apartment. Each point was an exit. The stairs were solid exits, and the toilet room was a liquid exit.

"You said that all the stairs disappeared after the lights were turned off last night? If this is the case, then the master concierge doesn't need to remind us that we can't go up and down at will." Ke Xun said his own opinion.

Mu Yiran's slightly cool eyes stayed on Ke Xun's face for a moment: "In terms of time, will this disappearance happen every night or only on a specific night?"

Ke Xun felt that he was sprinkled with mint on his face, refreshing everywhere, and his head became clear: "In other words, the disappearance of the stairs may be closely related to the death that night. The death of last night was designed as a fire. Once the two girls who were burned wake up in time, they are likely to push out the door and escape, and the stairs are the first choice for people as an emergency passage."

The mint in Mu Yiran's eyes popped up again, and he nodded invisibly: "By analogy, the entire apartment is involved in the death design, and adjustments will be made for each death event. This time, the only change is The hardware facilities of the apartment may be involved in the future."

Mu Yiran's tone was calm, but the content of the words made people feel horrified from the top of the head to the toes.

Others have come out of the public toilet, and the result is that there is indeed a grimace outside the window of the women's toilet. It is a graffiti painted on the concrete wall outside. The whole face is almost as big as the window, and it is indeed very crass at first glance.

"Ke'er, why is there a cement wall outside the window?" Wei Dong came to Ke Xun, "Is it all like this on the fourth floor?"

Ke Xun nodded: "Are you all right on the sixth floor?"

Everyone talked and went downstairs. It's time to go to the Wumei Restaurant to gather.

"The windows on the sixth floor are still very bright, I just feel panicked." Wei Dong looked at Zhu Haowen who was walking in front. "My roommate kept saying that I had a headache last night. I felt chest tightness and I felt pressured in my heart. But I’m getting angry. Fortunately, I have the Eight Immortals tube you gave me, or I should be sent to the hospital for oxygen."

As Wei Dong said, he took out the Eight Immortals tube in his hand, unscrewed it and took a deep breath: "No wonder the concierge is so panicked when he says that he lives on the sixth floor, I understand this feeling."

Mu Yiran asked suddenly: "Apart from physical discomfort last night, did your room have any other abnormalities?"

Wei Dong scratched his head: "Last night, we both slept to death. We still felt headache and chest tightness when we got up in the morning, so we hurriedly left the room."

"Is it still uncomfortable now?" Ke Xun asked.

"Strange, it's fine as soon as you leave the sixth floor." Wei Dong himself couldn't tell why.

When Qin Ci passed the third floor, he went to 307 where he was staying and helped the old man Li Taiyong out. Since this old man was too old, everyone did not let him know about the dead person for the time being.

The concierge is already waiting for everyone at the entrance of Wumei Restaurant: "Tell everyone about 402 before eating."

Should NPC take the initiative to confess the crime last night?

The concierge shook the big keychain in his hand: "Since Liao Xin passed us the power outage at night, the big guy can only touch the dark. Xiaobai, who used to live in 402, the college entrance examination student, can only light wax to study every night and read a book one day. I fell asleep when I was too tired, and I hit a candle and lit the book, which caused a fire.—Of course, this was last year."

Everyone was analyzing the purpose of the NPC explaining these things, and they heard the concierge say: "So we have to pay attention to fire safety, and have common sense of fire protection! Let's stop here, let's eat."

Wei Dong couldn't help asking: "Then do we have any tasks during the day?"

"What do you tenants like to do, and it's not my responsibility!"

"Then can we go out?" Qiu Lu asked hurriedly.

The concierge’s face turned cold: "The gate has been blocked by the developers, and the cement walls are built up. Whoever goes out is a traitor to the Chunshui dormitory!"

The big guy hurried into the restaurant with haha. Sha Liu reminded Qiu Lu: "Our purpose is to find the seal. Only by finding the seal can we leave this world!"

Qiu Lu has also been forced to believe this evil thing: "But with so many people living here, do we have to search from house to house?"

"The seal cannot be in other people's homes. We must contact these deaths to find out the main line or trigger point. The seal can only be hidden in places related to these." Sha Liu's voice gradually increased, so that those first times Anyone who enters the painting can hear it.

The proprietress Wumei led everyone into the only standard room of the hotel. Inside there was a large round table on which a simple breakfast-millet porridge, steamed buns, and cold side dishes had been placed.

Ke Xun Weidong thinks that the treatment here is not bad for the "eating chaffy vegetables" who has experienced the first two paintings.

Wumei also said: "If you are willing to order, you will add extra money. We also have eggs, fried cakes, buns, preserved eggs and lean meat porridge."

Everyone has no appetite to eat, and no mood to order.

Ke Xun glanced at Wumei: "Why don't you have another boiled egg?

At this time, you should be full. Finding seals is a very labor intensive task.

"An egg is fifty cents, and 11 people will count you five dollars!" Wumei is a happy person.

Ke Xun paid the fifth sister and asked with a smile: "Who is the Liao Xinchuan that the uncle just said?"

While keeping the accounts, Wu Mei replied: "It is the former Director Liao in the factory!"

This answer surprised everyone. I thought that Liao Xinchuan should be the so-called Hong Kong developer, but he didn't expect another director to come up.

The person who spoke this time turned out to be the old man Li Taiyong who has been taciturn: "Girl, is our factory still there today?"

"Yes, but it’s not the same as before. I don’t understand the principles of the shareholding system or something, so I went round and round. Now the entire factory is owned by the shareholders! Even the land of the factory and the dormitory of spring bamboo shoots are all owned by them. They are! Director Liao takes the lead!"

Li Taiyong fell silent again.