Weird Regulator

The door of the film developing darkroom was pushed open, and a ray of dark red light penetrated from inside.

Mei Sheng covered most of her face and observed the small room, which was only about ten square meters, with her exposed eyes.

In the darkroom, there was only a safety lamp above, emitting a charming and strange light source.

On the operating table against the south wall, some of the developing equipment used to develop photos were covered by a black flannel.

At the same time, a large number of photos were hung with clips on the hanging ropes on the wall.

This was Mei Sheng's first time coming into contact with such things, so she couldn't understand much. She just made sure there was nothing suspicious inside and walked into the room.

At the same time, the three people behind them who were covered with sheets also entered the room and closed the safe door of the darkroom.

It can be seen that the owner of this darkroom attaches great importance to it, and deliberately replaced the door with a heavy metal safety door.

After entering the room, Qiu Zheyan took off the sheets, took a deep breath, and looked around.

Except for some film enthusiasts, ordinary people have few opportunities to come into contact with this kind of darkroom, so he was a little fascinated by it.

But now was not the time to observe. After briefly looking around, he looked at the safety door behind him.

He always felt that this heavy metal door turned the entire room into a secret room, giving him a complete sense of security.

But Dai Yingqi didn't think so at all. He was also looking at the door and whispered to himself:

"This door is so difficult to open. Once a ghost attacks, it will cost a lot to escape..."

The room is so small that all small sounds can be heard by everyone.

Jie Zheng lifted up the dustproof cloth on the chair by the wall, sat on it and moved his limbs, and softly comforted:

"Don't worry, Miss Mei will arrange everything."

What he said seemed ordinary, but to the ears of those who were interested, it seemed a bit strange.

Mei Sheng stood in front of the console, carefully examining the photos hanging on the wall, and said coldly without looking back:

"He's right, you just need to stay here and wait for a way out."

Dai Yingqi still couldn't let go, so he began to search in this small darkroom with the help of strange light.

In fact, deep down in his heart, he disagreed with Jie Zheng's way of life.

Although he has only one mission experience, he has analyzed many missions along with Tongguan and others.

A correct way to survive is often to synthesize all the current information, solve the puzzle first and then escape.

Jie Zheng's way out is obviously to skip the first step and escape directly.

The meaning of these three items, drawing paper, pen and ink bottle, remains unanswered.

But what really surprised Dai Yingqi was why Mei Sheng and Jie Zheng didn't mention it at all about such an obvious loophole.

Mei Sheng seems to have his own plan.

She stopped Dai Yingqi from asking questions on the first floor, presumably hoping to gain something through this way of life.

Dai Yingqi has always admired Mei Sheng in his heart, so he is willing to cooperate.

Even if Mei Sheng is not a good person.

It was obviously an extremely selfish idea for her to hide information like this and execute the plan secretly while avoiding everyone.

And Dai Yingqi can roughly guess her purpose...

Perhaps, Mei Sheng wanted to get more precise clues by executing the method of survival.

As for whether casualties would occur during the execution, she didn't care at all.

She even hoped that new dead people would appear later, so that she could better provide her with new sources of intelligence.

Therefore, Dai Yingqi believed that there was a high probability that the way out would not work, and someone would die in this secret room.

Although he was willing to help Mei Sheng, he didn't want the person who died to be him.

So he couldn't wait foolishly like Qiu Zheyan, and started searching everywhere.

If the three objects "paper, pen and ink" appear in this room, it will be more able to verify his ideas, and perhaps he can also prepare for the next thing.

at the same time.

Mei Sheng unconsciously looked at the photos hanging on the wall, and her heart began to become active.

"There is a big problem with Xie Zheng's survival, but the experience he described cannot be a lie, after all, you can't get this information without personal experience.

Then I'm more inclined to think he's hiding something.

In such a short period of time, how could he dare to conclude that his face had not been properly observed by the painter ghost?

So his so-called escape steps are by no means as simple as closing the curtains. "

The reason why Mei Sheng agreed to Qiu Zheyan's refuge in the darkroom was for two reasons.

First, he hopes to use the appearance of a new deceased person to judge the role of the three objects of "paper, pen, and ink";

The second is to delay time for yourself and think about the true purpose of correction.

On the other side, Jie Zheng, whose limbs were seriously injured, stared at Mei Sheng's back without blinking.

There was scrutiny, vigilance, and calculation in his eyes.

"Mei Sheng witnessed the deaths of Yuan and Fan with her own eyes. I don't believe that she has no judgment about life and death.

So she deliberately catered to my way of life, obviously hoping to verify something from me.

But she never imagined that the death portrait was actually painted by me..."

The truth of the matter is actually almost the same as what Mei Sheng thought.

Jie Zheng's self-report of his experience did not lie, he just concealed something.

He fully reported the information about the painter's ghost outside the villa and gave his own reasonable guess.

But the part he concealed was that the moment he entered the guest room, he had already seen a set of "paper, pen and ink" on the bedside table.

And when he found this set of items, he put them in his pocket and was about to go out to meet up.

But at this time, Yuan Ren's exclamation came from the second floor, making him pause for a second.

At the same time, he suddenly realized that he was enveloped in a strange atmosphere.

It was like the flow of time on him slowed down, and a gaze fell on his back, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

Then, the paper, pen and ink he carried slipped from his arms, and when it fell to the ground, curves suddenly appeared on the white paper.

It's as if there is an invisible hand holding a pen and drawing on the paper.

As time passed, a vague human figure appeared on the paper. He was suspended in the air, and the joints of his limbs began to ooze blood.

Strangely, the situation in the painting immediately affected Xie Zheng himself.

Blood was also oozing from the joints of his hands and feet, and heart-wrenching pain hit him like a tide.

Xie Zheng immediately realized that he was being affected by the unfinished painting in front of him and was heading towards a dead end.

From this moment on, his experience began to diverge from his description of the plum sound.

When Xie Zheng was facing a dead end, he didn't turn around and close the curtains, but took out the other two things left beside the drawing paper.

He caught his own blood with the dried ink bottle, then dipped the pen in the blood and began to revise the unfinished drawing paper.

At this time, Jie Zheng on the drawing paper had been penetrated by his limbs, and a vague shadow appeared directly above him.

The shadow also looked like a human being, about to use his hands and feet to penetrate his broken joints, thereby turning him into a human pig.

This is the way the painter ghost gave Jie Zheng his death.

But in a state of panic, Xie used an ink bottle to collect the blood and a pen dipped in blood to forcibly tamper with the portrait of death.

He broke part of the shadow's joints into four iron chain bolts and hung them on the roof of the shed, allowing the whole person to hang from the ceiling.

Doing so, although it will seriously injure him, will not lead to immediate death.

At that time, Xie Zheng was very excited when he saw that the tampering with the painting was effective.

Because if the three items of "paper, pen and ink" are used in this way, then there is no doubt that it will become the way to survive this mission.

Unfortunately, when Xie Zheng completed the death portrait, he didn't feel the eyes staring at him disappear.

Before he lost too much blood and was about to fall into coma, a devilish whisper echoed in his ears:

"You escaped once, but you can't escape the second time..."