Half Immortal

Yan Wei stared at the portrait for a while.

The facial features of the woman on the portrait are exquisite and beautiful, and the flat photos can show some temperament, and the pair of dangling braids adds a bit of softness to her. Especially those eyes, like peach petals, are slightly raised at the end of the eyes, and the smile is full of agility.

The painter's self-portrait and the doctor's correct ID photo are placed together, smiling at Yan Wei.

Yan Wei's eyes narrowed slightly, and the clues he saw after entering the copy gradually flashed in his mind.

The person in the picture who will drag people into the painting and gouge out the eyes, the painter who can climb out of the painting and dig people's eyes and then climb back into the painting, and the waiter who is obviously not the first time to clean up the body.

He took out a wet tissue, carefully wiped the dust of the printer on his fingertips, and said in a clear voice: "When the woman in the long skirt died last night, Yan Mingguang and I went to At the scene, it was found that the waiter was not the first time to clean up the body. This shows that the woman in the long skirt who died first was not the first victim."

Yan Wei rested his chin and moved his fingers slightly, "Our current copy obviously does not require us to find someone who is still alive but missing. Missing means death. In other words, this The clues are actually telling us—the female doctor died, on July 3, the day when the painter's mental illness suddenly recovered...and his portrait is the only complete portrait the artist painted in the later period."

An idea popped into my head.

Outside the archives, the footsteps of the staff are getting closer.

Yan Mingguang walked to the door in a few steps and glanced out. He leaned against the shutters of the archives and whispered, "Someone is coming this way."

The silver-framed glasses weakened the sternness of this deep face, and enriched a bit of gentle and elegant temperament.

The people who come to get along well.

Yan Wei raced against the clock to appreciate Yan Mingguang under the soft halo, then made a decisive decision, picked up the printed materials, grabbed Gao Ming, and said, "Go, go back, I have an idea that needs to be Prove it."

"Back to the hotel?" Gao Ming asked.

"Yes," Yan Wei blinked, his thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow under the interlaced light of the archives, "Let's go back to the hotel and go to... the studio."

Although the hospital is not far from the hotel, and it only takes 20 minutes on foot, but the three of Yan Wei spent a lot of time exploring the clues in the hospital, and they returned to the promenade hotel. It's afternoon.

Fortunately, the copy did not require them to return to the restaurant on time for lunch. After a few people returned, they ate the bread and rushed directly to the studio on the top floor.

The hotel without residents is very quiet, row after row of portraits on the promenade is quiet and unprovoked, but eerily cool. On the top floor of the hotel, the door of Room 1 was still casually half-open, as was the door of the studio.

Yan Mingguang walked at the forefront, holding his short blade in his hand. Yan Wei and Gao Ming also followed, walking slowly to the front of the studio.

Fortunately, there is no danger.

Yan Wei raised her eyebrows, walked up and looked inside: "What's wrong—"

He spoke suddenly.

All three saw the changes in the studio.

Perhaps not a change. Everything in the studio was the same as yesterday, with empty and eyeless portraits everywhere. Everything seemed to be quiet and undisturbed.

The complete portrait of the female doctor is still on the easel in the middle.

But on another easel next to this easel...there is a whole picture!

Yan Wei has always had a good memory. He clearly remembered that yesterday, on this easel, there was a portrait of a woman wearing a long classical court dress. In the painting, the woman's eye sockets are empty, her eyes are blank, and the last step of giving agility is missing.

But now, the painting has become alive, a pair of eyes are complete and beautiful. "She" looked at the front, smiled lightly, and her beautiful big eyes were slightly bent, becoming another complete and agile portrait in this studio, in addition to the portrait of the female doctor.

Gao Ming's eyes widened, his breathing stopped for a moment. He patted Yan Wei and said hesitantly, "The woman in this portrait has the same eyes and eyes..."

"Yesterday's deceased," he said.

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding air seemed to be a little cooler.

Yan Wei has slowly sorted out the clues.

He copied his pockets with both hands, closed his trench coat subconsciously, and came to a conclusion: "It's very clear - dig out the eyes and fill in the painting."

Why did the painter who advocated perfectionism get more serious on July 2nd ten years ago, but suddenly recovered the next day, which is July 3rd ten years ago?

The painter can no longer draw satisfactory eyes, why is there a complete portrait of a female doctor in the studio?

Yan Wei blinked slowly, and a clear understanding gradually emerged in those beautiful pale eyes.

He reasoned out: "Let's restore the whole context."

"A painter who was gifted from the beginning, able to draw beautiful and smart eyes. He is a perfectionist and goes deeper and deeper in the pursuit of excellence. He made a lot of money with this Qian, also opened this promenade hotel for displaying paintings. But one day, the painter was exhausted and could not draw eyes that satisfied him at all, so he painted one after another without eyes, He also went to the hospital to see this mental illness. But it was useless. Not only did he not recover, but he became increasingly unable to draw. But later, on July 3rd ten years ago, he found a way to redraw his eyes, and he recovered. already."

In the studio, the female doctor in the portrait tilted her head slightly and smiled and looked forward with a gentle expression and soft eyes. Just like her in the ID photo, you can see at a glance that she is a patient and good-natured doctor.

He looked at this perfect painting, but only felt a chill down his spine.

"And this method..." Yan Wei's tone became more and more slow, "It's just digging out the eye and filling in the painting."

"He invited the doctor to the hotel, dug out her eyes, and drew this complete portrait of a female doctor. It is not the first time that the waiter has cleaned up the body, nor the first The corpse of a player who died in the hotel lobby, that's because the waiter cleaned the corpse with the eyes of the painter. —The woman in the long dress."

Yan Wei turned his head and glanced at the door of Room No. 1 on the other side of the corridor, and under such dangerous and strange circumstances, the corners of his lips curled up, "Five rooms, the beginning of our entry. There are nine players, and everyone asked at the beginning, if the first player is not dead, and the number of players is odd, how should the waiter allocate the room?"

"Now I guess, the first arrangement of this copy is that one person lives in room 1, and the remaining eight people live in rooms 2 to 5, and room 1 is the female doctor She was the first dead person where her eyes were gouged out and died. Including her, the dead person who was originally in the dungeon, there are ten people and five rooms in total. It's just because one person died at the beginning, so No one needs to stay in the first room.”

"My God..." Gao Ming swallowed and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, grabbing his cuff, "What you said makes sense logically. It's about the eyes, but I didn't think about the details of the waiter and Room 1 at all. So our crisis is that this painter turned Specter will climb out of the painting and dig the player's eyes to fill in the painting?"

Yan Wei nodded lightly and frowned, "I think—"

His voice paused.

On the long, narrow and deep corridor, the fine wind blew from nowhere, bringing a touch of coolness to Yan Wei's ankles that were not wrapped by the trouser legs.

Yan Wei suddenly felt like a light on his back, something seemed to be watching him in the dark! This feeling is even cooler than the feeling of being spied on on the first day walking on the promenade with the waiter.

He turned his head suddenly and looked at the empty corridor behind him, but only saw that the mirror on the corridor intersected with the portrait paintings, showing countless portraits of women. The entire corridor was silent and empty, except for the three of them, no one was there.

That feeling disappeared suddenly.

Before he opened his mouth, Yan Mingguang sensed something was wrong and said succinctly, "It's dangerous here, go back to the room and talk."

Yan Wei whispered, with a volume that only Yan Mingguang could hear: "I may be targeted, but I have a debuff on me, so I shouldn't be able to escape."

It's just... he still has time, and before 12 o'clock tonight, he is still in an immortal state, and there is still a lot of room for mediation.

Even if he encounters a ghost, Yan Wei believes that he can deal with it. There must be answers to the problems in the dungeon. As long as there is an answer, there is a chance, and he can find a way to find it.

Under such a treacherous environment, Yan Wei actually smiled, ignoring the feeling of something on his back, shrugged, "Go."

The three went straight to the fifth room of Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang.

But as soon as they stepped out of the elevator, before entering the door, the three of them stopped, and their eyes fell on a part of the corridor.

Yan Wei stood in front of the door, turned her head sideways, and stared at the trash can that was completely placed, only to feel the chill behind her becoming more and more compelling.

He said to Gao Ming, "When I went downstairs in the morning, the trash can was down, and there were two dolls with their eyes gouged out."

In front of the door, Yan Mingguang's calm voice also rang: "There are no **** fingerprints in the room."

Yan Wei's heart skipped a beat.

The corpse of the woman in the long skirt, they watched the waiter take it with their own eyes. Although the picture is chilling, it is at least what I saw with my own eyes. Sometimes, the invisible unknown is more terrifying than the visible blood.

This kind of trace that doesn't know when to disappear makes people sweat even more.

Gao Ming also felt that this situation was really scary, he pulled Yan Wei's hand and said, "Why don't we go to the house... There are paintings outside, or the room is more Feel safe."

Yan Wei nodded.

He carefully looked at the trash can that had been restored to its original state, and after confirming that no details were left out, did he return to the room with Yan Mingguang and Gao Ming.

As soon as she entered the room, Yan Wei quickly closed the door.

He walked to the desk, picked up the sticky note and pen, sorted out the clues, and said: "There should be no doubts about digging the eyes and filling in the picture. But when we got up in the morning, we saw The traces are gone. It is unlikely to disappear naturally... After all, I also had **** handprints on my neck before, and the touch is not fake. It should be cleaned up by the waiter. The dolls and **** handprints that were cleaned up..."

Gao Ming didn't take it too seriously and said, "In my previous dungeons, things related to such ghost traces are usually cleaned up by a boss or npc in the building. This is a good thing, if The rules in the building are automatically restored, which means that there are other rules that need to be discovered. Our top priority now is to find clues to the ladder. If the danger of this dungeon is that ghosts gouging and filling in, what are the ladders? How to deal with it to pass the customs? ... Yan Wei? What are you thinking?"

Yan Wei did not speak.

The young man sitting in the chair leaned back slightly, threw away the pen and paper in his hand, and looked forward calmly, as if thinking about something.

He took out the coin in his pocket and tossed it over and over in his hand at will, thinking about everything since he entered the copy. The coins landed on his warm palm again and again, the clock on the wall moved back little by little, and the time passed slowly in a tick.

This is Yan Wei's habit.

Flip a coin to make his mind easier.

"Yan Wei, your coin..." Gao Ming pushed his glasses, "Why does it feel different? Isn't it money?"

Yan Wei frowned: "It's not made by someone, it's not money, I take it with me and play with it."

The coin features a swallow on the obverse and a capital "V" on the reverse as a homonym of his single name. It's just that he asked someone to order two, and he didn't know when he lost one, but now there is only one.

Yan Weifu lowered his head again, the coin fell into his palm, and the swallow resting on the front came into view. He slowly folded his palms and wrapped the coins, and the clues of the threads were also gathered up at this moment.

Logic spun out a dense and complicated web in Yan Wei's mind. The clues were intertwined, as if there were clues everywhere, but he didn't know which clue to find.

Everything seems to be explained.

But Yan Wei always felt that there was something wrong.

On the other side, Sun Shi and three other players came to the exhibition.

The paintings in the exhibition are also the works of the owner of the promenade hotel. Again, like the portraits displayed in the hotel, these were painted during the painter's early and mid-term rise to fame, without any later paintings.

The four players inquired about the background of some painters together. When they were searching the art exhibition, they were suddenly dragged into a small level in the dungeon. The portraits in the exhibition suddenly came to life, and women who came out of the paintings kept trying to pull them into the world in the paintings.

The three initial players were trembling with fear, but Sun Shi was still calm. He was actually a Tier 3 player, but he failed too badly in the previous instance and was dropped to Tier 1.

He originally thought that the first floor was easy, but he did not expect that this first floor dungeon was extremely difficult, and he just passively opened the casino because of the difficulty exceeding the standard! The props he got lucky before were all used up in the small level of this dungeon!

Fortunately, the props are not white flowers. After Sun Shi and others passed the level of the exhibition, they found a prop behind a mirror in the exhibition - a diary.

The diary doesn't look old, it's new and seems to be well preserved. The cover of the diary had a name written on it, exactly the same as the name of the painter Sun Shi and the others had inquired about at the exhibition.

The four were delighted.

This is the painter's diary!

Diary, if it appears in the copy, it will definitely bring out a lot of clues - after all, this is a secret written from the first perspective of the person who wrote the diary. And when he was in the world in the building, he also analyzed some low-level dungeons. Basically, he found clues and used them to escape without too many twists and turns.

There must be most of the artist's clues here!

While holding the diary carefully, Sun Shi impatiently opened the first page of the book.

—“…”

—“…If there is a person who loves the most, it must be me. They can’t draw such vivid eyes, but I can, I don’t even need skills, I can make the eyes in the painting Man has life!  …”

—“…I’m getting better and better. It’s good, they’re all rushing to buy my paintings…”

—“…”

—“Why are my eyes not good looking? This is an insult to me! This can’t be my level!…”

—"I really can't draw! I'm crazy, my most proud talent is gone, without talent, without skills, I'm just a puddle of mud!…"

- "I tried so many times and I really couldn't get it. I drew so many portraits, but I couldn't fill them with eyes! I can't stand drawing bad eyes , I'd rather not paint. No, I want to paint, but I have to paint the perfect portrait!"

—“…”

—“…I found a way. I can draw, my talent is back! My drawings, they all have perfect eyes. I’m going to fill them all On, this is my only obsession..."

—“…”

Sun Shi flipped through this very well-preserved notebook page by page, his eyes gradually being covered with an expanding joy.

He laughed a few times and said to the other players: "I found the clue to the ladder! Those **** are still wasting time in the hotel, and sure enough, the art exhibition has clues that are more valuable than the hotel! Male ghosts with eyes poached, players with eyes poached, and portraits without eyes... This painter can't draw eyes, so poaching people's eyes instead, so that those works without eyes are filled with eyes is his obsession. read."

"We just have to go back to the studio and fill in all the eyes of those portraits by the end of tomorrow to find the stairs!"

The world inside the building, in the center of the entertainment area, before the projection of the gambling building.

Before a newly refreshed first-tier dungeon projection, several players who were in the dungeon buffer period stopped here, hesitating whether to enter the game - the first-tier dungeon gambling game is rare, and it is like this The novice copy of , after the difficulty is raised, there is a high probability that the entire army will be wiped out. As long as the players who bet on this dungeon fail to pass the level, this seems to be a bet with a high probability of winning.

The young man dressed in very punk stood under the projection, casually watched the process of Sun Shi and others looking for clues in the exhibition, and pouted in disdain.

"He went in the wrong direction. An idiot," he said to the younger man beside him, "even the most powerful player is so stupid, this dungeon cannot succeed. Brother, you Make a bet and choose them to fail."