I made myself the protagonist

"What are you doing?!" Holo looked at the middle-aged man angrily, not expecting that the other man would adopt such a method.

"There is no time to waste. I am eliminating the options for you. Now it is red and blue."

The middle-aged man responded with a sneer: "Isn't it faster than searching like a swarm of headless flies?"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the remaining players changed. The middle-aged man was ruthless. Without the ability to use powers and props, I am afraid that few people present could beat him.

"Stupid!" Holo's face turned red and she said quickly: "There are only nine survivors now, and there are 14 remaining rooms. Do you think you can pass the level and leave using this method?"

"If you are so kind, why not take the place of others and try to see which is the correct room? If you are lucky, you might be able to pass it in one try." The middle-aged man didn't pay attention to what Holo said.

"you……"

Holo wanted to argue with the other party for a few more words, but was stopped by the short-haired young man beside her.

"Teacher Holo, it's better for us to stay away from people like this." The young man's name is Mu Jiu. In reality, he and Holo have a teacher-student relationship, so they habitually call each other this way even after entering the space.

On the other side, the middle-aged man slowly looked around at everyone and said something that made people shudder: "Then, whose turn is it next?"

As soon as these words came out, the players who were still near the man fled one after another. No one wanted to be caught by him and become the next scapegoat to explore the road.

Tang Yao heard the sound of other players running wildly not far away. From the previous screams, she had roughly judged what happened. But now she had no time to care about those things.

Because Ling Yun told himself that the clue must be hidden somewhere in the hall, and he must hurry up to find it. Otherwise, if there is no way out, the suspicion and fight between the players will become more and more intense.

She turned on her flashlight and carefully studied the paintings hanging on the walls around the hall.

Most of these oil paintings are classic works of foreign artists copied by students. They range from realistic landscapes to characters. They are so numerous and so different in style that it is difficult to find any abnormalities.

For fear of missing clues, she looked at each painting very carefully.

Just when Tang Yao finished looking at the landscape painting in front of her and was about to look at the painting next to her, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

Compared with other works, the style of this oil painting can be said to be the weirdest and weirdest.

This work is composed of three tones: black, white, and red: against the depressing background of black and red, there is a woman in a white kimono with disheveled hair in the center of the picture.

There is only a back view of the woman. She is wearing scarlet nail polish, holding a red paper umbrella alone, and is walking up the steps.

Now that the hall had been searched by them, Tang Yao felt that something had changed when she saw this painting for the second time.

Compared with before, this time, the woman's back in the painting seems to be enlarged, and her head is slightly turned sideways, and the blurry facial features can be seen in profile.

"Strange, this painting didn't seem like this before..."

Tang Yao felt vaguely uneasy, but because she had only glanced briefly before, she was not sure that the picture had changed. When she was confused, Tang Yao decided to ask Ling Yun for confirmation.

At this time, Ling Yun was holding a flashlight and standing in front of an oil painting with a solemn expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

Tang Yao took a look and saw that she recognized the painting hanging on the wall. The author copied it from the work "Sunflowers" by the famous Dutch painter Van Gogh.

Seeing that Ling Yun had not left the painting for a long time, Tang Yao couldn't help but wonder: "What's wrong, Brother Ling, is there any clue in this painting?"

"No...it's changed again..."

Ling Yun's expression looked a little confused. He muttered something in a low voice. Tang Yao, who was so young, almost didn't hear what he was saying.

"Brother Ling, what did you say?" Tang Yao asked.

What she didn't know was that in the original novel plot, this sunflower was the key clue to the player's exhibition hall.

It turned out that among the oil paintings hanging on the wall of the hall, there was a missing piece of Van Gogh's "Sunflowers"; and the painting itself had a bright yellow tone, so everyone concluded that the correct way to live in this hall was the yellow one.

Room.

But just now, when the middle-aged man threw the young man into the yellow room, it still triggered a dead end; and now the sunflower is hanging on the wall intact, which means that after Ling Yun joined the game, the plot changed again.

"Nothing. Did you find anything when you came to me?"

Ling Yun didn't want Tang Yao to see that something was wrong with him, so he immediately changed the topic.

"That's right, I found a very strange painting..."

Just as Tang Yao was speaking, a player's scream came from the darkness not far away without any warning.

Immediately afterwards, everyone heard the sound of something falling to the ground.

"What happened?!"

Due to the previous attack by the middle-aged man, all the players were scattered throughout the hall.

Ling Yun followed the direction of the sound and found that there was only a broken flashlight on the ground; but the player who had just screamed had disappeared.

"Everyone, please report in order!"

An ominous premonition came to his mind, and Ling Yun made a quick decision and asked the remaining people to speak out one by one. Sure enough, there were only eight people left in the original nine-person team.

"Who was around here when the accident happened just now?" Ling Yun asked everyone.

Soon, a young man in a white coat stood out from the crowd and said: "Before that girl disappeared, I seemed to hear a series of light footsteps in the darkness, and she passed in her direction. At that time, I

I didn’t think much about it, thinking that one of the players didn’t turn on the flashlight..."

As soon as the young man finished speaking, Tang Yao seemed to suddenly remember something.

She immediately turned on the flashlight and shined it on the walls around the hall.

Soon, when the light shifted to a picture, Tang Yao's eyes widened: the painting on the wall was no stranger to her, it was the one that she found the weirdest when she passed by it just now.

However, at this moment, the center of the screen turned into pitch black, and the kimono woman holding the red paper umbrella was gone!

"Is this the so-called surprise?!"

Thinking of what was mentioned in the broadcast, Ling Yun felt a chill in his back and immediately shouted to other players: "Everyone use flashlights to illuminate the surroundings. Get together first and stop running around!"

After listening to Ling Yun's words, everyone realized that the crisis hidden in this secret room was far greater than they imagined.

Since they didn't know what was dormant in the darkness, and were afraid that too much movement would attract its attention, everyone moved their steps cautiously to prevent being suddenly attacked in the darkness.

At this moment, a male player's flashlight happened to shine across the corner of the wall. And in his sight, a strange figure suddenly appeared: it was a woman wearing a white kimono.

At this moment, the woman was facing him, her black hair was hanging down, her head was lowered, she was wearing bright red nail polish, and she was holding a red paper umbrella in her hand.

She stood motionless in the corner, with a cold and strange aura exuding from all over her body.

As if sensing the light, the woman gradually raised her head.

Under the seaweed-like messy jet-black hair was a face as pale as paper; and the original black pupils in the woman's eyes were replaced by a grayish white.

Just this short glimpse is enough to make people lose their minds.

"Ah!!! There's a female ghost over there!"

After hearing the player's cry, other people around him shined their flashlights in the direction he pointed.

However, the corner of the hall was empty, and there was no figure at all. But even so, they still saw an open red oil-paper umbrella on the ground.

After seeing this umbrella, Tang Yao's breathing froze instantly:

She was certain that this red umbrella was the one held by the woman in the oil painting!