Chapter 841 Sticky
According to the prompts of the previous paintings, the scenes on the paintings correspond to the moment when the player died. If you can see other paintings smoothly, you can find the death locations of other players from them. and manner of death.
In this way, even if you are taken into that weird rainy night, as long as you avoid the corresponding death place, your chances of survival will be greatly increased.
But there will always be deviations between ideals and reality. When they saw the next painting, the people in Jiangcheng couldn't help but frown.
The painting exists, but the information on it is unclear.
It can only be roughly seen that it is a person, and the strong bright red strokes around it also reveal the fact that this person is dead.
But unfortunately, they were unable to identify who the next victim was, and they couldn't even tell the difference between male and female.
“Can’t see clearly.” Xia Qiang lowered his voice, his calm voice rising and falling, and there was a strong sense of unwillingness hidden inside, “I can’t make out the background either.”
Only then did they notice that along this wall, there were oil paintings hanging one after another, but starting from the one in front of them, they all became blurry.
Looking through them one by one, including the one about Midnight Murderer, there are 11 oil paintings in total.
Calculated this way, the remaining 10 paintings correspond to the tragic deaths of players.
Huaiyi couldn't help but swallow his saliva and became anxious. After discovering the problem, Jiang Cheng comforted him and said: "Don't be too nervous. Having our oil paintings does not mean that we will definitely die. And what exactly is the problem?" So, we don’t know yet.”
"It's hard to say that all this is an illusion." Xia Qiang added on the side, "The purpose is to push us into the abyss of fear."
Although Huaiyi knew in his heart, the two of them may not be like this. He thought, but in this case, he had no choice but to believe.
After all, once a person loses his belief in survival, he will definitely die.
Jiang Cheng stood in front of a blurry oil painting and stared at the corner of the painting. In the same position, there was also a line of small words written on it.
"Suddenly one day" seems to be followed by a person's name, but from the look and feel, it is covered by something.
"What does the sudden day have to do with the script?" Huaiyi looked at the trembling shop owner in his arms and resisted the urge to throw him out.
“I don’t know, I’ve never been here before.” The shop owner’s tongue seemed to be tied up and he couldn’t speak clearly. “The name of this script should be Rainy Night Murderer.” He emphasized again, as if this was important.
After pondering for a moment, Jiang Cheng slowly said: "Suddenly one day should refer to a fixed day, the day specifically mentioned in the script. We all reincarnate infinitely in this day until we Find a way to break the cycle, or."
"Or we as players will all be killed." Xia Qiang added coldly.
This is easy to understand. When all players are killed, the game ends naturally.
The distance between paintings is very large. Standing in front of a painting and looking to both sides, you can only see vague outlines. There must be a distance of about 3 or 4 meters.
There were 11 paintings along the way, which meant that there was a distance of more than 30 meters, and until the last painting, they did not find the end of the wall.
The wall in front of them seemed to be endless. Jiang Cheng frowned and walked an extra distance along the wall as if he didn't believe in evil, but he quickly stopped.
This space is definitely not something he can understand. He has a feeling that if he continues walking, he will probably lose his way. Even if he wants to walk back along the wall, it is probably a luxury.
"Go back." Jiang Cheng whispered: "Follow the way we came and don't touch the paintings on the wall."
I don't know when, there are gradually signs around Although the wind was not obvious, in this environment, it was immediately noticed by people like Xia Qiang in Jiangcheng.
It doesn’t seem like it was blown here, but rather like it was brought up by something invisible hidden in the surroundings, moving in the gray mist.
Having been with Fatty for a long time, Huaiyi also learned some of the essence of brainstorming. He was frightened by thinking about it, and the shop owner was even more cautious at all times, with a pair of eyes full of fear. Keep looking around.
Suddenly, Jiang Cheng, who was walking at the front, stopped. Huaiyi didn't react and bumped into Jiang Cheng's back lightly. The shop owner was so frightened that he almost jumped up.
“Brother Jiang?” Huaiyi asked subconsciously.
What Huaiyi couldn't figure out was that both Jiang Cheng and Xia Qiang seemed to be different people, standing there with their backs to him, silent.
“Something happened” Huai Yi’s eyes suddenly changed.
Just when he was about to react, Jiang Cheng slowly moved his body and made way for a gap.
Through the gap, Huaiyi looked over in confusion. His pupils gradually changed, from confusion, to shock, and finally to fear, shrinking into a gap in just one second.
They have reached the very beginning of the painting.
He still clearly remembered that the painting was a half-length portrait of the murderer on a rainy night, but now, there was only an empty metal picture frame left on the wall.
The oil painting is empty.
The scary man with his head wrapped in tape disappeared
Jiang Cheng and Xia Qiang showed amazing cooperation. After a brief moment of confusion, Xia Qiang immediately took a few steps and stood in front of Jiang Cheng and the owner of Huaiyi Store, looking towards the gray fog around him.
Jiang Cheng stepped forward and observed the painting carefully.
It would be unfair to say that the painting is empty. To be precise, only the terrifying corpse-like man has disappeared. There is also a red and black background color on the oil painting. Just looking at it makes people extremely depressed. , as if a pair of iron-like hands were holding his throat.
Huaiyi was surprised to see Jiang Cheng's shoulders shaking unconsciously, and then slowly stretched out his hand towards the oil painting.
Finally, he stayed on the metal picture frame and wiped it gently with his fingers. When he took it away again, he actually pulled out a sticky blood streak in mid-air.
Suddenly, a terrible idea appeared in Huaiyi's mind. The murderer on the rainy night in the frame did not disappear, but came out of the painting!
The thick blood around the frame is the best evidence.
Immediately afterwards, Huaiyi heard a gasp of air coming from Xia Qiang, who was standing a little further away.
Even the shop owner in front of him seemed to have discovered something extremely terrifying, and his body began to tremble violently.
Following the shop owner's line of sight, Huaiyi lowered his head and saw a line of bloody shoe prints not far from their feet.
The shoe print is as big as a boat. It starts from the bottom of the picture frame, with the toes pointing out and the heels facing the wall. It is straight and disappears into the mist in front of it. (End of this chapter)