MTL - Half Immortal-Chapter 4 Promenade Hotel (4)

Of course Yan Wei didn't want to live in this so-called worst room.

But all the experiences just now have been repeatedly explained, the players cannot resist the things arranged by the waiter.

I have just avoided a death trigger, is there another crisis in the so-called room?

Yan Wei has been used to wandering outside since he was a child. He has done some jobs in various professions, and even found a post-editing job in film and television through the relationship of people in the circle, including horror films.

Like those twinkling eyes on the corridor just now.

And if it is triggered and not eliminated in time, when the ghost appears, everything will be in vain.

Since he has been assigned to the worst room and has to stay, then he must seize the opportunity and see the tricks.

Yan Wei frowned and was about to put the room card in her pocket when the waiter said, "The guest rooms are all double rooms, so you need to choose a guest to live with."

Yan Wei frowned.

He glanced back, and the rest of the players took a step back involuntarily—they also heard the waiter say "worst room".

Since it is the worst room, you must choose the strongest looking player as your roommate.

Yan Wei raised his hand without hesitation and pointed directly to the only one who was still, Yan Mingguang: "He."

Yan Mingguang: “…”

He seems to have always had the same expression, as if the next moment will be shot with a cold face. If it wasn't for the rule that players couldn't take action against players, Yan Mingguang would not be surprised if Yan Mingguang killed Yan Wei in the next moment.

Even if this person is in the real world outside the building, I am afraid that he is also a master who speaks and is indifferent.

But the "worst room" was too frightening, Gao Ming paused for a moment, but took back the steps he took.

Yan Wei seemed to be unaware of Yan Mingguang's chill, just tilted his head and smiled: "Don't you want to share a room with me?"

Yan Mingguang said directly, "I don't want to."

The waiter nodded: "Okay, two guests live in room 5."

Yan Mingguang: “…”

He just said "I don't want to", but now he was brought to Yan Wei's room, and there was no unnecessary reaction.

Yan Wei looked at the waiter: "...Dude, I'll give you a thumbs up."

Then the waiter walked up to the other players and began to distribute the remaining room cards according to the order of meals.

The next person chose the room numbered 2 without hesitation.

The remaining players are selected in turn, eight people, exactly four rooms.

It's alright, please don't move around freely."

After saying this, the waiter turned around and walked quietly into the corridor, but disappeared after a while.

Several players said they wanted to go together to find clues, Gao Ming stepped forward and asked: "Do you want to go together? It doesn't matter if you can't find anything, there are more people, in such a strange place, It’s also better than less people.”

Yan Wei was thinking about the room and said: "I want to go to the room first. The waiter also told us not to walk around, but to stay in the room. After all, it is the place to rest. If If we have information, we can go back to the room to communicate before dark." Although Yan Wei felt that the premise of "if it's all right" should not hold - in a hotel with ghosts, how could nothing happen in the middle of the night?

He had to see what was going on in the worst room first, and if there was any problem, he would find a way to deal with it in advance.

The words fell, Yan Wei glanced at Yan Mingguang, who had to live in the same room with him, raised his chin slightly, and said nothing, but the meaning of the question was very obvious.

Yan Mingguang just nodded and said, "Okay."

I agree to go to the room first.

Yan Wei was accompanied by Yan Mingguang, who was a big guy at first sight, and Gao Ming was relieved.

Since everyone had no objection, Yan Wei turned to leave, but suddenly stopped at the end.

"That's right," he turned back and said to Gao Ming and the rest of the players, "I was not careful and triggered a death condition just now, but I got away with it inexplicably. I think After a while, I couldn't come up with a specific trigger reason, it may have something to do with the face, if you have a way..."

He paused, "Try to make yourself ugly?"

After saying this, Yan Wei was too busy to take care of himself, so he raised his feet and left.

After he and Yan Mingguang left, several players looked at each other.

“…is what Yan Wei said true?”

"Not necessarily, no one saw him in any danger just now."

"He doesn't seem to know anything, so he's not talking nonsense."

"What is an unrealistic way to make a fool of yourself? Could it be that the waiter has to rank people according to his appearance? Maybe he hated our attitude just now and made fun of us."

Gao Ming sighed: "I'd rather believe it, it's all in a place like this, it doesn't matter how you look."

He took the lead in smearing a few things on his face, and the others hesitated and followed suit. The few people who said they wanted to explore the clues packed up and left the restaurant before and after.

Middle-aged men and women in long skirts are the latest to leave - they hadn't eaten anything before, and now that they know that the food is okay, they naturally start to devour it.

"It's all you," the woman in the long skirt finished eating, and put her fork on the plate with dissatisfaction, "If you hadn't believed in you, we'd count it as the last one to eat. The room behind the number?"

The middle-aged man said angrily: "Isn't there another room No. 5? If there is a problem, we should not be the first... And that young man made a mistake. Where can I know a lot?"

The woman in the long skirt stood up, "I'll go to remove my makeup first, what Yan Wei said about his face, I'd better be careful..."

"Why do you trust him..."

The woman in the long dress gave her husband a roll of eyes. She walked to the nearest corridor, looked in the mirror, and took out a makeup remover from her satchel.

Her face is even more exquisite with makeup, which adds a lot of color to her face.

She looked at her face in the mirror, and behind her was a row of lifelike portraits. In the hanging portraits, the woman swayed as if standing with her.

The woman in the long skirt couldn't help but glance at it and was about to wipe off the makeup on her face when the waiter's hoarse voice quietly sounded: "...what are you looking at?"

The woman in the long skirt was suddenly startled, she turned her head subconsciously, and caught sight of the waiter's thin face so close at hand, her eyes widened immediately, and she was so shocked that she couldn't even speak.

She was looking at the mirror when the waiter spoke, and she must have noticed that there was no waiter's reflection in the mirror.

"I, I, I..." She stammered, and her beautiful face was full of horror.

The waiter asked again in the same tone and volume: "What are you looking at?"

The woman in the long skirt was obviously frightened, and answered honestly: "Look, look in the mirror, mirror..."

"In the mirror..." The waiter stood beside the woman in the long dress, covered in blood, with a low voice, "Have you seen something precious?"

"Ah?" The woman in the long dress was stunned, her legs were trembling, her forehead was covered in cold sweat, and she replied obediently, "Face, face? That's right..."

"You have beautiful eyes."

"Thank you, thank you..."

The waiter didn't stop, as if he was just passing by, just smiled at her, "Have a good rest."

Then walked further and further and disappeared at the corner of the promenade.

The woman in the long skirt was greatly relieved, her legs were weak, and she leaned directly against the mirror softly.

She paused for a long time and regained her senses, only to realize that she hadn't removed her makeup, and that nothing happened to the waiter.

She simply stopped doing these things, stood up against the wall, and walked back cursing: "I didn't have an accident, let's make it ugly, it really is revenge for us..."

Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang came to the door of room 5.

The restaurant and the hotel lobby are on the first floor. The waiter told them that Room 5 is on the 14th floor. They came up from the elevator and found that the hotel has a total of 15 floors.

The hotel is very big, and every floor is full of promenades. There are various portraits of women hanging on both sides of the promenade, but there is not a single resident from the 2nd to the 12th floor. In this entire hotel, there are only eight players who are still alive, and the strange waiter who is not human.

Rooms 4 and 5 are on the 14th floor, and rooms 2 and 3 are on the 13th floor.

In other words, Gao Ming and the other four lived on the 13th floor, while Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang were in room 5, and the middle-aged man and the woman in long skirts who had dinner last were arranged in the Room 4, the four of them live on the 14th floor.

Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang just went to the 13th floor to take a look, there is no difference between the two floors. The doors of many vacant rooms are open, and in terms of room layout, it is even more the same.

The only difference is the number of layers.

Yan Wei stopped at the door of room 5, took out the room card, but his movements were abrupt.

He looked around, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, he turned his head and put on a gloomy expression and said to Yan Mingguang: "I'm a little scared and dare not open the door. The waiter said this is the worst What if a ghost sends warmth to the room when you open the door? You are much better than me, let's discuss it, can you open the door?"

His eyes moved slightly, and the sorrow was rendered a lot more moving.

Yan Wei has always taken advantage of her own advantages. In this way, he can make others feel sympathetic, and that is a tool that can be used, which is no different from his own strength.

Yan Mingguang didn't seem to eat this set at all.

He just moved his eyes, glanced at Yan Wei, and said indifferently: "No."

Yan Wei: “…”

The slightly drunk warm yellow light in the corridor slanted on his face, but it did not soften Yan Mingguang's expression. His silver-framed glasses covered his deep outline a little, adding a bit of a gentle temperament, but the eyes under the lenses were full of coldness.

Yan Wei is the kind of good-looking person who laughs as if the sky is falling. Although Yan Mingguang is good-looking, she has a sense of distance.

With just such a look, no one of the players dared to speak to Yan Mingguang.

Yan Wei did not find Yan Mingguang difficult at all.

A person who is unwilling to deal with people is better than a person who is willing to deal with rhetoric.

"Although I chose you..." Yan Wei coughed lightly, "But now he's a roommate anyway—"

Yan Mingguang took the room card directly from him.

When he reacted, Yan Mingguang, who had just said no, was already standing in front of the door, and took out a small silver folding knife from the pocket of his bomber jacket. The folding knife was unfolded, the man knuckles, and the unfolded folding knife turned a flower in his hand, making a slight rustling sound.

His perception ability is 26 beyond that of ordinary players, but his body index is only 4. What about Yan Mingguang's body index?

Yan Wei's eyes narrowed.

At this time, Yan Mingguang had put the room card on the door handle.

He said suddenly: "Don't pretend in front of me, you are smarter than Gaoming and the others imagined."

Yan Wei was taken aback.

"Di-"

The door opened, and a luxurious single room with gorgeous decoration and dim light appeared in front of them.

Yan Mingguang walked in the front, Yan Wei behind, didn't see anything unclean.

One side of the bed is adjacent to the window, one side is next to the bathroom, and there is a mirror in the middle that acts like a wall. The mirror reflected the faint light, but it made such a spacious and dim environment more chilly.

There are dolls with the same decoration on the cabinets on both sides of the bed, one on each side. The eyes on the baby's face are like black gems, which are vivid and cute.

After they came in one after the other, Yan Mingguang walked straight to the side of the bed, and with a movement of his slender fingers, the folding knife went from his hand towards the portrait...

—"呲la", the folding knife pierced the oil painting, and nailed it directly and accurately to the woman's eyes in the portrait.

Yan Wei just wanted to ask Yan Mingguang what he was doing, but when he looked up at the oil painting, he saw a black bloodstain dripping from the eyes of the woman in the painting. The pure black "blood" slowly slipped from "her"'s pierced eyes, and "her"'s face collapsed in an instant.

The next moment, the oil painting is like chapped skin, dry and cracked piece by piece.

Seeing that the painting was about to shatter into pieces and fall onto the bed, Yan Wei quickly stepped forward, tore off the oil painting and threw it to the corner of the room.

The moment it hit the ground, the painting shattered into pieces.

Yan Wei breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes returned to Yan Mingguang, but he saw that this man was slowly putting away his folding knife, and his face, which was too cold just now, was actually entrained with almost indistinguishable Explore.

Yan Mingguang said calmly, "You said you were afraid?"

"..." Yan Wei only twitched the corners of his mouth, without being punctured by the embarrassment of "pretending to be a coward", he spread his hands and said, "Compared to that, I am more afraid that there will be no clean bed tonight. sleep."

Then, he and Yan Mingguang discovered something at the same time.

There is only one bed.

There is no sofa in this room.

The waiter asked them to sleep and rest in the room at night.

—they must sleep in one bed.

Yan Mingguang: “…”

Yan Wei, who has always been extremely demanding on living conditions: "…"

After a long silence, Yan Wei asked, "How do you know the problem with this painting?"

"Encountered."

Yan Wei raised her eyes sharply, "Encountered? Didn't we eat in the restaurant from beginning to end? Except for those who walked from the lobby to the restaurant—"

He paused.

In addition to walking from the lobby to the corridor of the restaurant, everyone walked back and forth, and they were not always in sight of each other.

Yan Mingguang nodded directly, admitting Yan Wei's guess. He said succinctly: "I was dragged into the world of the painting by a painting and came out after stabbed 'her' in the eye."

Yan Wei suddenly realized.

It turns out that Yan Mingguang was able to see at a glance that he was being targeted because Yan Mingguang also encountered similar things!

On the corridor at that time, he and Yan Mingguang encountered different murderous intentions.

Yan Wei meditated.

There is a problem with the drawing for sure.

.

Copying will not be so easy.

Besides, since there is a problem with the paintings themselves, the creators of these paintings…

"You guys are still in the room!"

A brilliant voice came from the door.

Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang went straight to the portrait when they entered the door, and did not close the door, Gao Ming directly knocked on the open door and said to them: "I found something on the top floor, do you want it? Come and see?"

Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang looked at each other.

Yan Wei raised her eyebrows: "Go."

Gao Ming took them both directly to the top floor.

From the perspective of the luxury of the hotel, the top floor should be very luxurious. According to the layout of a general hotel, there may be a gym or a swimming pool.

There are only two doors on the top floor.

A door with a "1" sticker, the door was open, and inside was a luxurious suite with all the internal organs. Yan Wei had wondered before that they lived in rooms 2 to 5 on the thirteenth and fourteenth floors respectively, so there must be a room number 1. Now it seems that Room 1 was originally on the top floor and was the most luxurious suite in the entire hotel. Like other rooms, the door is open, no one lives in it, and the inside is neat and tidy. A cursory glance at it reveals nothing unusual.

And another room…

"This room is like a studio," Gao Ming stood at the door of the room, leaning sideways, giving Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang his vision, "It's all about painting, mainly these paintings..."

A wise word.

No need for him to say, Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang saw the scene in the studio on the top floor of the hotel.

Several easels were scattered in the studio, with unpainted paintings on them. There were countless unfinished portraits scattered on the floor, stacked on top of each other, so buried that the floor was barely visible.

The wall is also densely covered with portraits, they are only halfway through the line, or they have not been painted, or they are painted, but they are still not finished.

Except for an easel that holds a complete and completed portrait of a woman, the women in the other portraits…

All have no eyes.

Pairs of eyes with only eye sockets can be seen everywhere along with the scattered paintings, on the wall, on the floor, on the easel... The empty sockets are everywhere in the dark light of the studio, dark and terrifying, quiet And scary.