Weird Regulator

"Mr. Xie, are you sure this is a way out?"

Although Qiu Zheyan is not smart enough, he is not stupid either.

The arrangement of Jie Zheng, instead of looking like a plan to escape, is more like an attitude of trying to escape for one's life.

Now that things have come to a point, Xie Zheng naturally no longer needs to hide anything, so he lowers his voice and tells the truth:

"Mei Sheng exposed all of our faces to the painter ghost at the last moment.

I guess she has some unknown means of resistance and transfers the disaster onto us.

This ghost can only kill one person at a time, so now we can only live with our destiny. "

Jie Zheng's words were said lightly, but he undoubtedly inserted a knife into Qiu Zheyan's chest, shattering his dream of a way out.

Qiu Zheyan looked at him blankly, and stayed on the spot for three seconds before he realized what he was doing, turned around and ran away.

He has also experienced the task test in Tongguan. Although it was his first time contacting the task, it was of some help after all.

If what Xie Zheng said is true, then the painter ghost will target the remaining three people for killing.

This forced the three of them to separate, otherwise they would be killed by the painter ghost.

The three of them are separated and keep a relatively long distance. Although there is a risk of being alone, it can be used to delay for a longer period of time.

Although Qiu Zheyan doesn't know what the point of delaying it is at this time...

But no one wants a one-third chance of death to fall on themselves.

On the way to escape from the tea room to the bathroom, he happened to pass by the stairs and subconsciously glanced at the floor above.

Fortunately, he didn't see the scary painter ghost.

Instead, Dai Yingqi's panicked face appeared on the inside of the second floor.

After the two looked at each other, they both saw the other's extremely restrained panic, looking for their respective hiding places.

When Dai Yingqi's figure disappeared from the second floor, Qiu Zheyan was about to leave before the painter ghost appeared.

But he suddenly stopped and his eyes were fixed on the coffee table in the hall.

The pair of miserable corpses of Yuan Ren and Fan Rong were looking at him with dead eyes.

In front of the two corpses, there are two sets of "paper, pen and ink". Among them, the set of three objects that killed Yuan Ren also had a severed tongue hanging on the ink bottle.

The turbid and scarlet blood replaced the ink and was poured into the bottle. Some blood spots were even sprinkled on the portrait of death underneath.

The time came to 17:39 in the evening.

Inside the villa, looking out to the outside world through the glass windows on all sides, the sunlight has dimmed to the extreme, leaving only the last skyline.

It seems that the sunset today is a little earlier...

And Qiu Zheyan used the last remaining dusk to witness a scene that made him tremble.

The blackness before night fell shrouded the two bodies of Yuan Ren and Fan Rong.

From his angle, it was as if the coming night had covered the two of them in black coats.

After the sunlight is blocked by the head, the elongated black shadow is more like wearing a black gauze hat.

Qiu Zheyan didn't see the painter's ghost costume with his own eyes, but this strange sight made his skin crawl.

This is an ominous sign.

He shook his head, tore his eyes away from the two corpses, and ran towards the bathroom desperately.

Until he pushed open the bathroom partition door, got into the bathtub behind the shower curtain, and curled up.

The cramped space did not bring him a stronger sense of security, but instead gave him a stronger sense of suffocation.

He held the dagger with one hand and stared at the partition door without blinking.

The exhaust fan above his head rotated faintly, making an extraordinarily faint sound, but it could not dispel the fear in his heart at all.

…

Compared to Qiu Zheyan, Xie Zheng was sitting calmly on the tea chair in front of the balcony, closing his eyes and relaxing.

His indifferent expression was not that he was confident, but that he was trying his best to adjust his state.

His limbs were almost crippled, leaving him completely without the ability to escape, so he had to keep his mind clear at all times.

The breathing frequency was adjusted again and again. At the most suffocating moment, he forced himself to face it with the calmest attitude.

"Time is running out, Mei Sheng will delay for two minutes at most, and she knows this.

It can be inferred from this that if she wants to get rid of the price of sin and execute the plan of survival, she must double the time again.

There were three people present, and even if we all tried our best to delay her, we could only get up to six minutes at most.

In other words, from Mei Sheng's point of view, it would take her at least eight minutes to execute her plan of survival. "

Eight fatal minutes...

Even if it is a solution, he still has a headache at this moment, because although he has a certain strategy, he does not have the confidence to delay it for so long.

What's more, it is absolutely impossible for Xie Zheng to sacrifice his own life, so this time will be shortened again.

However, what he didn't know was that it would take ten minutes for Mei Sheng's sin to be paid off.

The extra two minutes are enough for the painter ghost to kill everyone again...

But Jie Zheng can no longer think about what Mei Sheng is thinking. The fatal question he must face now is:

The first target of the Painter Ghost's attack must be him.

Jie Zheng let out a long, weak breath and was about to clear his mind of distracting thoughts and continue to think about countermeasures.

His eyes suddenly became dark for a moment.

Since his position was facing away from a large balcony glass, the light was the best.

But in the blink of an eye, all the light was obscured by darkness.

At the same time, a familiar feeling of horror started in his heart and took over his whole body uncontrollably, making his blood run cold and make him stiffer.

Xie Zheng's heartbeat slowed down by half a beat. He suppressed the fear in his eyes and forced himself to look straight ahead.

Slowly, half of a cold white, corpse-like face emerged from the darkness.

The figure of the other party almost blended into the surrounding background, with only half of the face under the gauze hat and the slender palm holding paper and pen visible.

When Painter Ghost raised his head, his eyes met, and Jie Zheng clearly read the meaning in his eyes:

"meet again……"

The last time they had a close encounter, Jie Zheng failed to see its face clearly, and it failed to complete the death portrait.

But this time, Painter Ghost is out to make amends.

It raised its slender fingers like chopsticks and pressed the white paper on the tea table.

Holding the pen in his left hand, he slowly approached the gauze that wrapped the wound on his body with the sharp tip of a knife.

The severe pain, like scratching the bones and gouging out the heart, was far more intense than when he was first injured. Almost immediately, Jie Zheng almost fainted.

On the white gauze, blood was slowly bubbling out.

Jie Zheng gritted his teeth desperately and stared at Painter Ghost's right hand with his eyes, completely ignoring the pen scratching back and forth in the wound.

It wasn't until one of his molars was chewed to pieces that the painter ghost gave up and took out the pen with satisfaction.

It first shook off the blood on the tip of the pen, then took a closer look at Xie Zheng's appearance, leaning forward, almost lying on the tea table.

The conditions for the dead end are initially met, and it will begin to draw a portrait of death.

However, at the moment when it was written, Jie Zheng endured a long period of torture and finally had the opportunity to resist.

He used all his strength to raise his right hand and threw the object in his hand towards the black gauze hat of the painter ghost.

That thing looked like a piece of paper, but there were some smears on it, spinning in the air making it difficult to see clearly.

Until it hit the gauze hat and slowly floated on the tea table, covering the death portrait that had not yet been written.

The painter's ghost pen is hard to put down when seeing what is painted on this paper.