Half Immortal

A lot of blood dripped from the wall, covering it down irregularly, only avoiding the floor-to-ceiling mirrors that hung interlaced with the portraits.

Blood-stained portraits and clean landings will intertwine, mirroring the eerie promenade.

The smell of blood wafts through the nostrils.

Sun Shi finished breakfast in the dining room, got ready, and walked upstairs with the diary. For some reason, the elevator kept showing that it stayed on the ground floor. Sun Shi couldn't hold it, and due to time, he finally decided to go up the stairs.

The whole hotel was filled with a sinister atmosphere, the smell of corruption and blood mixed with the corpse, and the voices of many women shouted "eyes" and "give me eyes".

Sun Shi dripped thick black blood spreading on the ground, and the footsteps were accompanied by sticky sounds. The stairway was unusually dark, and Sun Shi felt the escalator and ran up quickly, carrying the notebook he found behind the mirror in the art exhibition in his arms.

His whole body was jolted, and suddenly he felt something tap his shoulder lightly.

Sun Shi turned back sharply.

He breathed a sigh of relief and hurried back to finish the last few floors. In the sound of panting breathing, his eyes turned from the darkness behind him to the stairway safety door that was close at hand—

Suddenly a woman's face appeared in front of her eyes like blood holes!

The woman was dressed in a Western-style court dress in the painting, and smiled at him with her mouth open slightly. The exposed teeth were full of thick black blood, exuding a stench. Those empty eye sockets seemed to be able to see him, staring straight at him.

"Yeah, eyes...you have eyes, why don't you give them to me..."

"Ah-!"

Thick black blood immediately stained his body.

Sun Shi didn't care so much, and hurriedly stood up.

The eyeless woman in a Western-style court dress has slowly walked down the steps, approached him, and kept shouting the word "eyes". Although she was moving, her footsteps were silent.

Sun Shi was a descending player who had passed through several floors of dungeons. He glanced at the fifteenth floor that he was about to reach, and immediately understood that he had to bypass this woman and run to the studio. He took out the weapon he carried with him from his arms, and attacked the eyeless woman resolutely.

This ghost is not very strong, Sun Shi has been injured several times, but he gradually discovered that something is wrong - this person in the painting has no heart, and is only wounded by weapons. , doesn't hurt at all. Behind him, there was another eyeless woman who came out of the painting, and they all murmured that they wanted to gouge out his eyes.

Sun Shi gradually became exhausted, and during the movement of swinging the weapon, the diary in the inner pocket of his clothes fell. He turned pale in shock, and lowered his head to pick up the diary that was instantly soaked in black blood. Unexpectedly, the eyeless women in front of him and behind him suddenly stopped.

The two people in the painting both showed expressions of horror at the same time. They didn't care about Sun Shi at all, and disappeared in the stairway in a moment.

Sun Shi was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed: "They are afraid of this diary? This thing really is the key to finding the ladder, Yan Mingguang and the others don't follow me, then let them die here..."

He was covered in blood, holding this diary, and even the black blood flowing under his feet flowed around him. The eerie scenes brought about by the portraits seem to fear him, not bother with him at all.

Sun Shi easily arrived at the studio.

The studio was very quiet, the blood outside did not affect the studio at all, the portraits without eyes were still scattered all over the floor, and no black blood could be seen inside.

Sun Shi was overjoyed and ran in with a notebook.

"Just fill in the eyes... There are probably thousands of paintings in this room. If you draw the eyes casually, you can finish them before sunset..."

He looked at it, saw tools and chairs beside the easel, he simply sat down, put the diary aside, picked up the pen and hurriedly filled it in front of the eyeless portrait in front of him.

He only wanted to fill in the eyes, and the painting was not precise at all, but he made up a few in a short while.

It's coming soon... This dungeon, which is even scarier than the dungeon he has been to before, is about to end...

Sun Shi was overjoyed. He hurriedly threw away the completed one, picked up the other and was about to write when a hoarse and gloomy voice sounded beside his ear.

"What are you doing?"

Sun Shi turned his head subconsciously.

Beside him, a man covered in dried blood stood suspended, his head turned slightly, his empty eyes facing him quietly. The male ghost's expression was very angry, which made the blood on his face extremely terrifying.

There are so many eyeless women walking out of the portrait, but this one is actually a man!

In addition, Sun Shi's perception ability after several copies of the increase told him that this male ghost without eyes is stronger than the little ghosts he encountered before! He can't be the opponent of this male ghost at all.

Sun Shi suddenly panicked, he threw the painting tool in his hand, got up and ran out of the studio around the male ghost.

Seeing Sun Shi's escape, the painter smiled secretly, his empty eye sockets moved by the smile, making his blood-stained face even more beautiful terror.

He just turned around, and Sun Shi, who was running away, stumbled on the ground for some reason.

The painter bent down and stretched out his hand towards Sun Shi, who was crawling on the ground, his angry voice echoed in the empty studio: "You actually defile my perfect painting! Damn it! Use your eyes to compensate me Bar-!"

The last scene that Sun Shi saw in front of his eyes was the male ghost's dirty hands reaching out to him and quickly... poking into his eyes! !

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”

Women's voices come and go.

Yan Wei stood in front of the skeleton, seemingly casually copying his pocket, holding the small dagger in his pocket tightly.

He raised his eyebrows: "Do you think that the smell of blood has suddenly become much thicker?"

Yan Mingguang nodded: "Yes."

"There must be something wrong upstairs."

Gao Ming also stood up, looked at Yan Wei with some eagerness, and said, "Now we know how to find the ladder, now go right away?"

Yan Wei's eyes moved, one hand clenched the dagger, and the other took out the coin from his pocket. He tossed the coin slightly out of focus, thinking about all the information he just got in his mind.

After they approached this skeleton just now, maybe it was because the resentment of the skeleton before his death was too heavy. They were directly affected by the resentment that the skeleton did not dissipate, and saw the memories that belonged to this body during his lifetime.

This skeleton, the female doctor who treated the painter, was attracted to the painter during the process of seeing the painter's mental illness. But I didn't expect that the painter who was obsessed with drawing complete portraits discovered the method of digging out the eyes and filling them. The painter only needs to dig out a person's eyes and he can draw the same eyes.

The relationship between them is not worth mentioning in the face of the painter's obsession. The painter finally lost his reason in the increasingly paranoid. He gouged out the doctor's eyes and completed the portrait of the female doctor.

After this, the painter went completely crazy.

In order to complete the painting, he even gouged out his own eyes and killed himself in the hotel he opened. Moreover, after the painter died, due to his obsession and obsession with paintings, he turned into a ghost and stayed in this hotel, hiding the eyes of the female doctor and the painter's own body, wandering every day. I want to finish other portraits without eyes.

The female doctor, because of the loss of her eyes, has not dissipated her grievances.

She wants to get her eyes back.

In the information obtained by the three, the female doctor told them that they only need to find her gouged eye and put it back, and the painter's obsession before her death will be meaningless. All the hostility and resentment in this hotel will dissipate and everything will return to normal.

As long as the obsession is gone, everything will end.

"...The information that this skeleton told me just now said," Yan Wei blinked, her eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a fine shadow on the bottom of her eyes, "Her eyes are most likely hidden in in the studio."

Gao Ming nodded and rubbed his hands excitedly: "Yes! But the painter can walk in his paintings. We need to lead the painter out of the studio, and look for the hidden ones in the studio. She also told us that the painter pays the most attention to his paintings in his life. As long as we do something with the painting, such as drawing some unsightly eyes, the painter will definitely be unable to bear it. But we must pay attention, don't have If you lead the painter out of the studio, you will die, the painter is very strong.”

Yan Wei raised her eyebrows: "Then we just need to find a way to survive and lead the painter out of the studio, and let one of them go in and search for the eyes?"

Gao Ming continued to nod his head sharply, "In this way, this copy is actually not particularly difficult, but we just need to find the right clues. As long as we come to the basement, everything will be solved. As long as we follow the right method, It's as simple as…”

Yan Wei squinted.

His eyes as bright as stars were calm and rational at this moment, completely different from his usual smile.

He clenched the dagger in his pocket again, his body was tense and his nerves were on high alert. If you look closely at his posture at the moment, you may see that Yan Wei is in a position where he can shoot at any time.

He muttered to himself, "Yeah, it's easy. But, it's too easy..."

It caused a copy of the casino mechanism, is it really solved like this?

Everything seems to be justified. In order to obsessively kill the lover and finally become a cocoon of the painter, find the body and eyes, return the eyes to the owner, and all resentments can be resolved.

But why didn't the waiter clean up the bodies of the two players on the thirteenth floor? Why are dolls their death triggers, and the conditions of death are so different from women in long skirts? why…

Gao Ming was immersed in the joy of finding clues, but Yan Wei always felt that something was wrong. He even felt that the sense of danger was getting more and more serious, and he subconsciously entered a state of vigilance.

Yan Mingguang glanced at Yan Wei.

The coin that I flipped many times fell into Yan Wei's palm again. He closed his palm and wrapped the coin in it.

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Yan Mingguang: "Yes."

Gao Ming naturally followed without a word.

The three walked to the elevator together, only to find that the elevator had been parked on their floor, without waiting, they got on the elevator and pressed directly to the fifteenth floor.

"Drip-"

The elevator reached the fifteenth floor, and the heavy door slowly opened.

Only then did Yan Wei understand the origin of the increasing **** smell.

He could only endure the habit of cleanliness and stepped out. The three of them were dripping with thick black blood that was slowly flowing on the ground, and carefully and slowly walked out of the elevator, avoiding the **** hand sticking out from the portrait, and looking at the corridor that had completely changed at the moment.

Do you also cover the mirror? Looking at the figure and **** hands in the mirror like this, it's getting more and more terrifying."

Yan Wei, who was walking in the middle, stopped suddenly and looked back at him.

Gao Ming was taken aback: "Look at what I'm doing?"

The youth's eyes moved slightly.

The place is also very dusty.

"I think," Yan Wei actually hooked the corner of his mouth this time, and the smile finally reached his eyes this time, "You seem to have reminded me."

"Huh?"

In front, Yan Mingguang suddenly threw the short knife in his hand, and the blade made a piercing sound in the air. At the same moment, in front of the corridor, an eyeless woman with blood on her hands suddenly appeared.

The moment the eyeless woman appeared, the short blade was accurately inserted into the woman's empty eye socket!

The eyeless woman let out a shrill scream, which quickly dissipated into shreds of paper.

Yan Wei still did not move.

From the moment he got out of the elevator, he felt that the surrounding environment was inexplicably strange. He knew exactly what the dangers in the hotel were at the moment, but he felt that he hadn't noticed.

At this moment, he looked into the mirror.

"Yan Wei? Are you not going? The studio is right in front." Gao Ming said.

Yan Wei looked straight ahead, looking directly at himself, just right in front of himself in the mirror.

He blinked, only to see his influence in the mirror still looking straight ahead, his eyes never blinking.

Yan Wei blinked quickly - as expected, the image in the mirror didn't blink once!

He looked at the brilliant image in the mirror again, and again, the brilliant image did not blink!

"Yan Wei, are you leaving?"

This time it was Yan Mingguang calling him. The man's cool and steady voice passed through the blood, as if he just called him casually. As the man spoke, he quickly stepped across the pool of blood, passed the arms that stretched out from the wall, and picked up his folding knife lightly in the pool of blood.

Just as he picked up the short blade, an eyeless woman suddenly appeared behind him and reached out to him. Yan Mingguang straightened up, turned around, waved his hand, and stabbed the ghost in the eye with his back turned.

In the blink of an eye, in front of and behind the corridor, eyeless women kept walking.

Yan Mingguang just finished solving one, the shreds of paper floated on the blood, and a few eyeless women appeared behind Gao Ming, and the arms extended from the portrait, towards the standing in the middle Yan Wei stretched out.

Yan Wei has always been in a state of high vigilance, and his ability to surpass ordinary people's perception made him instantly feel the danger coming. He turned over, took out a small dagger from his pocket, and inserted it forcefully into his outstretched arm.

Gao Ming shouted: "What to do!? These monsters seem to be more and more, if we don't find the stairs quickly, they can pile up to kill us! Let's go to the studio to try the dead female doctor and say The way to get out is to lead the painter out to find the eyes and corpses inside.”

Manpower is limited, but ghosts seem to be endless. If they don't find the ladder right away, they will surely be consumed to death.

In a short while, Gao Ming, who was the worst, had his arm scratched, and a piece of flesh was caught alive on Gao Ming's right forearm. Gao Ming is someone who has been through a few copies, but he just let out a pained cry, then covered his arm and reluctantly said a word.

"How are you?"

Gao Ming's whole face was almost twisted together, but he still nodded: "It's okay."

"I just found out that we can't blink in the mirror. Our eyes are like dead objects. There should be something wrong here. Let's go!" Yan Wei retracted his eyes from the mirror and clenched the Little Dagger, "Go to the studio first."

Yan Wei couldn't help dodging, and from time to time she cut off her fingers with a dagger. His windbreaker was also stained with a little thick black blood, and the surface of his cheek was scratched by the ghost's nails at some point, and the warm blood slipped slightly and stained a few drops on his scarf.

It is very different from the usual sense of intimacy.

The corridor is long and narrow, but more and more ghosts come. The whole corridor is full of dangers, only when passing by Room 1, the room is very calm. They passed by Room 1, and Yan Mingguang opened the way, Yan Wei and Gao Ming were still painted, and they came to the door of the studio.

The door of the studio was open. Like Room 1, all the chaos and blood in the corridor did not affect the room, and the room was very quiet. The three of them looked in from the door, only to see the same portraits as before, and the body of Sun Shi, whose eyes were gouged out, lying on the ground.

They originally planned to go in directly, but the moment he saw Sun Shi's body, the feeling that something was wrong in Yan Wei's mind intensified, he hurriedly stopped in front of the door, and pulled Yan Mingguang and Gao Ming: "and many more!"

Sun Shi's expression remained horrified, as if something unbelievable happened to him when he died. Beside him, there was a relatively new notebook, and I don't know what was written in it.

They didn't go in, Yan Mingguang turned his head to deal with another wave of eyeless women.

Yan Wei gasped slightly, leaned against the door of the studio, looked sideways at Sun Shi's corpse in the studio, and asked, "Gao Ming, can you tell when Sun Shi died? Is it?"

Gao Ming's eyes were full of horror: "Judging from the corpse and the level of bloodshed, he just died! But we have to go in..."

Just died, which means that this seemingly peaceful studio is more dangerous than the promenade!

"Let's go in and try the female doctor's method now?" Gao Ming asked.

The female doctor said that if you do something on the painting and draw out the painter, you can find eyes in the studio to solve the grievances in the hotel.

But...

Yan Wei stared at Sun Shi's body. Scattered next to the corpse were paintings, with the eyes clumsily filled in—apparently by Sun Shi.

Sun Shi was also working on the painting just now, but Sun Shi died.

He felt that the clues of the exhibition were either useless or wrong.

The explanation that digging and filling in the final cocoon seems to be self-evident.

Corpses at different times... These things intertwined and collided in Yan Wei's mind, and finally merged into another complete logical network!

Some thoughts flitted through his mind.

Yan Wei grabbed it violently!

He took a deep breath and quickly asked Gao Ming, "Do you remember the player who lived with you, when did you go to the bathroom?"

"Huh?" Gao Ming covered his arms and thought for a while, "It seems like it's about ten to eleven o'clock in the evening? I looked at the clock before we went to bed, it was nine o'clock, I After I slept for a while, I wanted to go to the toilet, and I kept holding it, so I had a little idea of ​​the passage of time, it was almost a little before eleven o'clock."

Yan Wei slowly revealed a sudden realization.

He quickly managed his expression and recovered from the thoughts just now.

He shouted to Yan Mingguang who was blocking the ghost: "Yan Mingguang, do you smoke? Give me one too, I want to smoke."

Yan Mingguang, who was dealing with the ghost, said: "No."

Yan Wei: “…”

The man said no, and after a moment of backhanding the knife, he still took out a cigarette and threw it over.

Gao Ming was stunned: "Smoking? Don't we hurry up and move in those paintings? You... If you really want to smoke, I'll give it a try first, after all, I've always depended on you, and I should do things..."

"No," Yan Wei took the cigarette thrown by Yan Mingguang without saying a word, leaned his head slightly against the door frame, and said, "Sharpening the knife does not cut wood by mistake. We go in and use the female doctor's Before the method, I'll smoke a cigarette to prepare myself mentally. Why do you only give me cigarettes? Where's the lighter?"

The last two questions were naturally addressed to Yan Mingguang.

The man who faced the most pressure from ghosts didn't say a word again and threw a lighter at him.

Yan Wei raised his hand to catch it, held the cigarette to his mouth shyly, and lit the lighter at will.

The facial features of the youth are quite in line with the oriental classical aesthetics, and they are the ones who look good at first glance, so Gao Ming thought that Yan Wei was a person who needed protection from the very beginning. Such a face with a cigarette in his mouth is really too disobedient.

As if he was really relaxing, he flicked the switch of the lighter a few times during the siege of the ghosts, and slowly approached the cigarette butt.

He had a tense expression, and he made a gesture of wanting to relax but couldn't relax, and the cigarette was constantly shaking with his mouth. But at the moment when the tongue of flame was about to ignite the cigarette butt—

Yan Wei's light brown eyes flashed abruptly, and the eyes showed insight into everything.

With a slump in his hand, he squatted down suddenly, reached out and picked up a portrait, facing the flame of the lighter, and set the portrait on fire!

The next moment, he threw the lit portrait into the studio and threw it hard with the other hand. The lighter shattered in the center of the flame, and the flammable fuel in the lighter was scattered. The flammable oil spilled out, and along with a little spark, the flames swept across the studio in an instant!

Gao Ming was shocked: "My God, why are you burning the studio!? Don't we want to find the eyes and find the ladder according to the female doctor? If the eyes are in the studio, we will burn the studio. Dead!"

In the studio, the flames spread rapidly in the studio full of paper products, and the blood-stained painter walked out from a painting that had not yet been lit. His stiff face was full of anger, and his voice was hoarse and gloomy: "Who! Who burned my painting! I killed you ah ah ah ah ah!!"

"I know the truth, I'll tell you later." Yan Wei didn't have time to talk to Gao Ming, he turned around and grabbed Gao Ming's hand and ran out, shouting to Yan Mingguang: "Run! Hurry up, room 1 has the fewest ghosts, let's go to room 1 next door!!"