Paintings of Terror

The internal structure of the castle is very complicated. After Ke Xun went up to the fourth floor, they passed through a long open-air corridor before they saw Mi Wei who reached out to greet everyone.

At the other end of the corridor is a cylindrical building. Fortunately, it is very bright during the day. Although it is not sure where the light source is, the indoor situation of the semicircular hall is unobstructed.

The other half circle is a room with a closed door, the color of the door is striking blood red.

Because of the signs and reminders of this color, everyone dare not open the door easily, for fear of the consequences of polluting the color.

Xin Beibei suddenly screamed and jumped to hide behind Ke Xun-under the red door, a small piece of red liquid flowed out, like a pool of thick blood.

Everyone was far away from the door, but they all stared at the red liquid overflowing under the door. The liquid seemed to be flowing slowly, and it was hard to imagine what happened inside the door.

"Not blood." Mu Yiran's voice was still slightly cold.

Ke Xun looked at the other person's eyes: It's not blood, that's the color that belongs to this room.

"According to the previous practice, once a death event occurs, the color of the door will become gray, which is the room where the NPC has lost its color." Zhu Haowen's voice suddenly sounded, and his eyes looked at Ke Xun: "We can only judge now. , Zhang Tianwei may not be dead."

There were only two people in the red room, Zhang Tianwei and He Yu. Early this morning, the bedroom they lived in had lost its color, including the red working room on the first floor.

What does this **** red door suddenly appear?

"However, there is no one representing red among us, and no one is qualified to open this door at present." Qin Ci looked at this red door, which was much taller and wider than the previous ones, and stood in it giving a lot of weight. Of oppression.

Ke Xun took a close look at the position of the door cracks: "The doors before us did not have internal or external locks. This door should be the same, but because there is no wind in this world, it will be closed very tightly."

"But how do we open it?" Wei Dong's eyes searched around, hoping to find a wooden stick or something to stab the door open.

Perhaps it was Ke Xun's words that reminded Mu Yiran, Mu Yiran's eyes lit up slightly: "We can try to create wind."

Ke Xun understood that he had walked to the junction of the hall and the corridor. There was actually a wooden door here, probably because it was open all year round, so it would be ignored.

Mu Yiran also came over, followed by Zhu Haowen, and the three of them worked together to quickly push the heavy wooden door and close it, trying to send some "wind" into the hall.

"It works!" At this time, the red door had been opened wide by the "wind", and Qin Ci and Wei Dong also came to help.

Mi Wei thought of something, and closed the glass windows on both sides of the hall, leaving the air vent at the door.

The five men worked together to quickly open the heavy wooden door. This time, a clear air circulation was formed, and the red door opened silently.

Although the door opened, everyone did not dare to walk inside the door easily, but stood outside the door and looked inside.

Soon, Xin Beibei's scream resounded throughout the castle.

In the empty semicircular room, there is only one extra-large glass jar, which is filled with red liquid. For some reason, the liquid continuously overflows from the mouth of the jar and fills the entire ground. The excess is overflowing. Out of the room.

The red liquid is not viscous, it is even translucent in the glass jar, and you can vaguely see a person immersed in it.

The person in the tank is standing upright in the liquid, with his limbs in suspension. Because of the red liquid, it is impossible to see its original color.

It is more like a biological specimen than a human being.

Everyone seemed to distinguish the vague facial features of the specimen, but no one made a sound.

In the end Qin Ci said, "It's Zhang Tianwei."

With tears in her eyes, Mi Wei tightly covered her mouth with her hand and nodded.

Xin Beibei's desperate cry sounded again.

"Let's go back first, the people in the work room will be worried." Zhu Haowen looked at Xin Beibei: "You screamed too loudly."

Ke Xun took Mu Yi and stepped back. The red liquid was still slowly spreading outward: "Why does the liquid in the jar increase for no reason?"

It's almost like a water inlet is attached to the bottom.

Mu Yiran: "The red maker should be Zhang Tianwei. These liquids may be produced from him."

Mu Yiran's eyes stayed on the hand-made clocks on the wall for a while before he walked out of the hall with Ke Xun. His hands had been warmly pressed against him. Only when Mu Yiran wanted to break free, he saw Ke Xun approaching himself: " Did you find that clock too? It's exactly the same as the one in our hall."

"The only difference is the background color on the dial." Mu Yiran looked at Ke Xun. The other party had already released his hand, but he closed his eyes with his eyes, and Mu Yiran's eyes lightened slightly. , Turned elsewhere.

Zhu Haowen's voice came from the rear: "The background color of the dial here is big red, and the background color of the dial in the hall today is a greenish color."

Mi Wei also joined the discussion: "The greenish color is actually cyan, a combination of blue and green."

"Red orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, cyan is indeed between green and blue." Qin Ci followed everyone through the open-air corridor, "What can the patterns and colors of these clocks tell us?"

The red dial in the semicircular hall may be related to the red "made" by Zhang Tianwei, so what does the cyan dial in the restaurant represent? There is no cyan in the five rooms.

When the few people returned to the restaurant, the four people in the working room were already waiting at the table. Guo Lixia asked first: "What's wrong with the wailing voices just now?"

Xin Beibei hadn't completely emerged from the shock, she threw herself into Shi Zhendong's arms: "It scared me to death. It really scared me to death. Zhang Tianwei's body was soaked in a colored bottle, and a lot of blood came out. ..."

Qin Ci briefly described the scene just now. The four people heard that their expressions were very complicated, and no one had the courage to go to the scene to take a look.

Shi Zhendong comforted his girlfriend while discussing with everyone: "Why did Zhang Tianwei and He Yu die differently? He Yu died very straightforwardly, including the entire room lost its color, but Zhang Tianwei...why was he treated like that?"

"Moreover, how did Senior Zhang's body be taken away? Why didn't we hear anything?" Ye Ning Chenyi's lips were a little pale. She had believed that Zhang Tianwei might not be dead before, but she did not expect the other party to be dead. Falling to such a terrible end.

"Have you found a problem just now," said Mi Wei, the calmest girl among the girls. "Tian Wei's senior is tall, with a visual inspection of at least 1.85 meters, but that bottle... I made an inappropriate metaphor. Mi Wei's eyes looked between Ke Xun and Mu Yiran, and finally turned to Ke Xun, "The paint bottle is about the height of Ke Ge."

Ke Xun directly reported his height: "I am 1.88 meters." He glanced at Mu Yiran next to him, and whispered: "This year, I accidentally grew one centimeter, and it was 1.87 meters when I was in college. ."

Mu Yi glanced at Ke Xun, as if to say: Then I am taller than you.

Mi Wei cleared her throat and continued: "Even if the bottle is 1.90 meters high, the senior Tian Wei inside looks much shorter than the actual height. He is suspended in the liquid, on top of his head and under his feet. Wealthy, at least 50 centimeters in total."

Qin Ci also nodded: "I also discovered this problem. At that time, I thought it was a poor vision caused by glass refraction, but now I think about it, in a cylindrical glass tank, the objects inside should look larger than they actually are. "

Mu Yiran: "The reason why the red liquid can flow out continuously is probably that these sources are obtained from Zhang Tianwei-this should be a drain on the corpse itself."

These analyses sound very rational, but it is a cruel torture for emotional humans.

"Unlucky, really miserable!" Guo Lixia didn't even feel like eating fruit.

"I'm still saying that, how did Senior Zhang's body be transported out of the door last night?" Ye Ningchen grasped the question, "If you want to open the door and go out, there must be movement."

"I think the delivery exit should be a window," Zhu Haowen remained expressionless. "Only the window of the red bedroom is open. This should not be an accident."

When Xin Beibei heard Zhu Haowen’s words, she suddenly became energetic from panic: "The windows can only be opened from the inside out. I have noticed the windows in our room. There are latches on them. If outsiders come in, they have to pass through. The door."

"Why must it be an outsider who opened the window?" Zhu Haowen looked at Xin Beibei with cold eyes.

"Do you mean that Zhang Tianwei and He Yu are looking for their own open windows?" Xin Beibei was a little annoyed.

Zhu Haowen didn't bother to look at her again: "People have ten thousand reasons to open windows, not necessarily to find death."

Shi Zhendong was trying to make a round from it, when a familiar sound of music suddenly came, and the NPC's voice was still sweet: "Everyone has worked hard, now is the time to eat fruits, please stop working and come to the lobby to enjoy fresh and delicious fruits!"

No one is in the mood to eat fruit. Mi Wei looked at the clock hanging on the wall: "I only noticed this clock during breakfast today. At that time, I felt that the color of the pattern on the clock face had changed a bit, but I couldn't remember the past. What is it like now."

Everyone raised their heads and looked at the classical handmade clock on the wall. The large round surface has a faint cyan pattern on it. Ye Ningchenyi was a little surprised: "When did this clock become this color? Yesterday dinner. It's still bright orange when it's time!"

Everyone's hearts were stunned, and they didn't know what the color change of the clock indicated.

Miao Zipei, who has always spoken little, suddenly said: "This watch had no patterns at first, only a white clock face and black hands. When I noticed the color change, it was yesterday evening. There was a sudden orange pattern on the clock face. Telling He Yu and Zhang Tianwei about this change, everyone found it strange."

Everyone listened quietly to Miao Zipei's words, and Wei Dong couldn't help asking: "Then when did this blue color change now?"

"When I got down from upstairs this morning, I looked at the clock for the first time. The pattern has turned blue." As an art student, Miao Zipei is indeed very capable of observation. "Moreover, it's not just this hall, but the second floor bedroom. The same changes have taken place in the lobby."