MTL - Half Immortal-Chapter 7 Promenade Hotel (7)

Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang sat up almost at the same time.

The screams were loud and not short, and continued on and off for seven or eight seconds.

Yan Wei heard the truth from the next door. Although the voice has been distorted by the loud screams, the owner can still be heard to some extent - the woman in the long skirt during the day.

You don't need to think about it to know that something happened next door.

“…It wasn’t me who was staring at me on the first night?”

But instead of waiting for some inexplicable things to happen at night, Yan Wei was a little stunned for a moment.

Yan Mingguang got up and walked out of the room.

This figure didn't seem to notice what terrifying thing might be behind the cry, his eyes just fluctuated slightly, and he was completely fearless of the danger next door, walk quickly to the door.

"Yan Mingguang!" Yan Wei stopped him.

The man had opened the door and looked back at him. Yan Mingguang, who was not wearing glasses, was very sharp. The dim warm yellow corridor lights outside the door and the bright incandescent light inside the house illuminated the profile of this person clearly.

Under such an eerie light, Yan Mingguang's expression was still calm and his tone was steady: "There are usually many clues at the first scene of an accident."

Yan Wei quickly picked up the glasses that Yan Mingguang threw on the bedside, threw them at him, raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you think I'm going to stop you?"

Yan Mingguang raised his hand at will and easily received the glasses, "Huh?"

Yan Wei knew very well in his heart - Yan Mingguang was right, no matter what happened next door, when an accident happened, there would be a lot of things that you couldn't see in the daytime tomorrow. Even if people can't be saved, there may be some clues.

After all, today he...has the permanent skill of 1/2 immortality.

Whether this skill is a blessing or a curse, or why this skill is on him, the skill status is turned on, why not use it?

Since they are not dead, of course...the waves are rising!

"I have people who drink cold water to debuff their teeth. Maybe a ghost will kill me in the next moment. If I know more about the situation, I can adapt to the situation. The longer I stay in this ghost place, the easier it is to die, or The most important thing is to dig out the clues early to find the stairs." Yan Wei stood up and quickly put on his windbreaker, "Let's go, let's go together."

Yan Mingguang's expression moved slightly, and a moment of surprise flashed in his eyes. He didn't say more, and walked directly to the next room with Yan Wei.

The corridor is still very normal.

On the corridor on the 14th floor, there was nothing abnormal near Room 4 and Room 5. The two dolls Yan Wei threw on the trash can also lay quietly on the trash can in the evening, the lights are dim but quiet.

In Room 4, the woman's screams had stopped.

The two walked quickly to the front of Room 4, Yan Mingguang pulled the door handle, but did not open the door.

Yan Wei frowned: "The door is locked?"

Yan Mingguang nodded. The man took a step back, lifted his foot instantly, and actually kicked the lock of the room alive.

Blood splattered on the floor, dripping a large amount of red on the wooden floor of the hotel room. The white mattress was also stained with blood. During the day, the woman in the long skirt was in the middle of the pool of blood. She was sitting on the ground beside the bed with her head lowered. The bathrobe was also stained with blood, and her face seemed to be dripping. With blood, it was obviously lifeless.

Not far from the pool of blood, a portrait was lying on the ground. When Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang reminded each player earlier, they had seen this painting in Room 4, and it was hanging on the wall at the time. After they told them, the middle-aged man and his wife also said that they would throw the painting away, but they didn't expect the painting to still be in the room.

The middle-aged man was wrapped in a bathrobe at the moment, sitting in the corner of the room farthest from the woman in the long skirt, bowing his head fiercely, the whole person was shaking violently, no He kept saying: "No, don't come here... Let me go... Don't come here..."

Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang walked in together.

It wasn't until she got closer that Yan Wei could see clearly that on the face of the dead woman in the long skirt, those beautiful eyes that were so beautiful in the daytime have been completely gouged out, at this moment Only two empty blood holes remain!

The flesh around her eye sockets was very irregular, as if someone had pulled out her eyes directly with their hands. Yan Wei even saw something resembling a brain. Apparently, he dug too deeply when he dug his eyes, and dug directly into her head, killing her, and blood poured out of her head.

The two stepped over the pool of blood and walked to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man shouted even more frightened, Yan Wei squatted down in front of him, "Hey, look up, we are not ghosts."

The middle-aged man paused, and then slowly raised his head. Seeing that it was Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang, he hurried up to hug Yan Mingguang's leg and shouted, "Help me! Quick! Throw the painting away!"

Yan Mingguang took a step back with a cold face, without speaking. This time he didn't even take out the blade he was carrying with him, just took the frame in his hand and kicked the portrait to pieces in an instant.

Yan Wei was attentive and asked, "Painting? Was the woman in the painting dragged her in and digging out her eyes?" out of the player's eyes, thus killing the player.

The middle-aged man shook his head: "No! No! He came out of the painting! We were afraid that there would be a problem with the painting, so we took the painting off and put it on the ground, but just... just now …My wife and I were just getting dressed at that time, and as soon as I turned my head, I saw that the painting that we had buckled on the ground turned over by itself, a man covered in blood—no, he was not a human being, he was a ghost He walked out of the painting, gouged out my wife's eyes, and walked back into the painting with her eyes!"

"What did you say?" Yan Wei was taken aback, "A man? Not a woman? And it was he who came out and moved, didn't he drag people in?"

Yan Wei's pupils shrank for a moment.

This is completely different from the women in the paintings they encountered who drag people into the paintings and dig their eyes!

The middle-aged man shook his head violently: "It's not a woman, it's a man... he is covered in blood, and, besides, his eyes are two blood holes, as if... as if they were dug out. Same!"

Male?

There are countless paintings in the whole hotel, which one is a man?

Yan Wei: "!"

He looked back at Yan Mingguang.

Yan Mingguang obviously also reacted, and already took out a piece of paper from his pocket - it was the painter's self-portrait they obtained in the studio.

The self-portrait was spread out, the self-portrait full of footprints was facing the middle-aged man, Yan Wei hurriedly asked: "Is it him?"

The middle-aged man subconsciously looked at the self-portrait.

Perhaps it was because the ghost, who was obviously not human, had lost his eyes and was covered in blood. The middle-aged man looked at it for a while, then suddenly widened his eyes in horror, trying to get behind him, there was no turning back The corner of the wall shrank back, shouting: "Don't come here!! Don't kill me...don't kill me..."

"Look at his reaction," Yan Wei slowly stood up and glanced at the dead woman again, "It's this person—no, it's this ghost. It's not just the woman in the painting It will bring a crisis, and this painter..." He had previously felt that the difficulty of this copy could not only lie in the paintings hanging on the wall - it was too superficial.

"Return to the room to discuss." Yan Mingguang slowly put away the self-portrait.

Seeing that they seemed to be leaving, the middle-aged man crawled forward: "Don't go! Help me!"

Yan Wei lowered her head, a hint of sarcasm flashed in her pale brown eyes.

"Your wife just died," he patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder and said, "Dude, aren't you sad?"

The middle-aged man paused with a frightened expression.

In the **** smell of the room, Yan Wei took another look at the terrifyingly shaped corpse of the woman. He gathered up his windbreaker and jacket unnaturally. Relying on his impossibility to have an accident at the moment, he explored the room to confirm that there were no missing clues.

He wanted to let Yan Mingguang go back to the room first, to avoid anything dangerous happening here. After thinking about it, Room 5 is the worst room, and Yan Mingguang stood up without hesitation just now. Obviously, he was relying on him. He didn't need to worry about it, so he didn't say it.

Yan Wei carefully confirmed the clues here, Yan Mingguang watched for a while, and suddenly said: "What are you thinking?"

"I wonder why the painter without eyes came out of the painting. From the previous clues, the danger of this copy is that the people in the painting without eyes in the studio will hurt people, maybe it is I want to gouge my eyes out. But now, the second one of us is dead, not by the hands of the woman in the painting. Moreover, all the other people's previous inferences about the stairs based on the painting must be overturned and reconsidered. "

"I asked just now." Yan Mingguang's voice is cold but low, but very strong, people always want to respond subconsciously.

Yan Wei blinked.

Only then did he realize that what Yan Mingguang asked was what he said to the middle-aged man just now.

"You actually care about this? I thought you had ice cubes in your head."

Yan Mingguang: “…”

"I didn't think about it, I just felt that in the face of life and death, human emotions are not worth mentioning at all. I was thinking just now, if it were me, what would I do," Yan Wei shrugged, "I now feel like I'm wasting my time thinking about nonsense. People like me... can't be in a relationship, and can't get married."

He stopped talking about this topic: "There are no other clues, this man should not lie, it seems that only the painting just now is problematic-"

Yan Wei's voice came to an abrupt end.

There were very regular but vain footsteps in the corridor, and the two of them heard it very well.

It was nothing, the footsteps were getting closer, and a thin figure appeared at the door.

Is a waiter.

The tense and thin face of the waiter was even more gloomy at night. He was still wearing his neat but wide tuxedo, and he was carrying a garbage bag half a person's height and cleaning tools in his hand. The garbage bag was light and airy, apparently empty.

"I heard that there is garbage here. It's my fault to help guests clean the room. Sorry for being late, I will serve you now."

He completely ignored the blood on the ground and on the woman's body, walked directly in front of the woman, and picked up the woman's body with one hand!

Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang stood by and watched the waiter throw the body into a large black garbage bag. Afterwards, the waiter put the garbage bag aside and began to slowly clean up the blood on the scene.

"Have you noticed something wrong, Mr. Ice?"

"..." Yan Mingguang nodded, "Yes."

Yan Wei's brows moved slightly, and his voice was low: "Not to mention his strange reaction, his cleaning movements are not unfamiliar. Whether it is a human being or a ghost, it is the first time to deal with a corpse. Let's do it, but he is methodical, and even has a set sequence before and after, and it is definitely not the first time to clean a body. This shows that this kind of thing is definitely not the first time. "

Just as he finished speaking, the waiter had already cleaned up everything, except for a bloodstain on the ground that could not be washed away.

It seems that the cleaning of "garbage" has been completed. The waiter carried a garbage bag in one hand and a cleaning tool in the other, and walked steadily towards the door.

Yan Wei bumped Yan Mingguang's arm with his elbow and whispered, "I don't think it's right."

"Huh?"

"It's not the first time the waiter has cleaned up the corpse. There is still a big problem." Living or dead, everything is done with a purpose. This is the foundation of everything. Even if it is a boring thing to pass the time, it has the purpose of 'passing the time'. Do you remember? We were in the hotel lobby, The player who died because of disobedience."

Yan Mingguang nodded.

"The waiter didn't care about that corpse." Yan Wei's eyes moved slightly, and he took out a one-yuan coin from his trench coat pocket, "But the corpse of the player whose eyes were gouged out, But he showed up in time to clean it up. When allocating the room, he also specifically said not to come out if there is nothing wrong, indicating that there is something to come out, and there are clues in it. "

In a few minutes, Yan Wei immediately figured out the most important idea.

"Cleaning up the corpse is a clue!" His eyes lit up, "Since we have to clean up, there is a place to dispose of the corpse. Why does he only deal with the corpse whose eyes have been gouged out? He wants to put the corpse in where?"

Yan Wei's knuckles moved, the coin in his hand was tossed up, and fell back to his palm again in a moment.

Face up.

This is his habit - doing it on the positive side and not doing it on the negative side.

In the **** smell of the house, Yan Wei hooked the corner of his mouth and pretended to be afraid: "If I am chased by the waiter later, remember to save me, Mr. teammate."

The words ended, Yan Wei walked forward quickly, and actually caught up with the waiter who was carrying the body on the corridor.