The painter has stepped out of the flames that are constantly beating and spreading. This fire seems to have touched the bottom line of all the people in the painting, and the woman's sharp screams are intertwined with the painter's angry shouts.

Yan Mingguang glanced at the studio that was gradually burning, and said in a light voice: "You burned down the studio."

Gao Ming is still in a dazed state.

Fortunately, Yan Mingguang had fully reacted, and the two of them pulled Gao Ming together and rushed toward the even crazier ghosts, running towards Room 1.

Yan Wei said in a deep voice: "We were all wrong. All the players were misled at the beginning. The painter is not the biggest danger in this dungeon at all, the skeleton of the female doctor we saw in the basement is!!!"

From the very beginning, the furnishings and the paintings of the waiters in this dungeon were the most misleading to all players.

From the moment he was taken to the restaurant in the hotel lobby, whether it was Yan Wei himself or others, all attention was focused on the painting. Because the portraits were most densely distributed in the corridor, and all the stories about the painter were

It has something to do with painting.

But they ignored the most important point - the entire promenade hotel, the most numerous things in the promenade and rooms, in addition to portraits, there are mirrors!

The hotel was misleading them, but it was also reminding them. All the dead players seemed to have died from eye gouging, but the players' deaths were different, and the waiter's choice to clean up the bodies also brought hints.

Different means... the ghosts in this copy are not just the painter and the people in the painting controlled by the painter, but there are two groups of ghosts.

When Yan Wei saw himself in the mirror without blinking, he already had vague guesses. It wasn't until he saw Sun Shi's body in the studio that he finally understood.

Everything they found about the painter during his lifetime was correct. A painter who was born with great talent in portrait painting became famous due to his ability and opened a hotel and art exhibition. But one day, the painter's talent

Exhausted, he could no longer draw smart eyes. The painter who always pursued perfectionism could no longer complete perfect paintings. He went to the hospital to treat mental disorders and gradually became with the female doctor who treated him.

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Later, the painter suddenly discovered a method - that is, by gouging out other people's eyes, he could draw that person's eyes.

The female doctor had a pair of very beautiful eyes. The painter used a knife to gouge out his lover's eyes with his own hands.

Just like the memory shared with them by the skeleton in the basement, after his eyes were gouged out, the artist took away the female doctor's eyes and completed the portrait of the female doctor. However, the female doctor died because her eyes were gouged out alive, and her body was buried in the hotel.

The waiter threw it into the gym on the basement floor.

What happened after that was not the information the female doctor shared with them at all! Yan Wei was very strange from the beginning, why did the painter only kill a female doctor in the past ten years? Why did he only goug out a pair of eyes, and then he also died from the gouging out?

Eyes? Would a person obsessed with painting be willing to gouge out his own eyes and die?

That must be impossible. There is only one answer that can explain these questions, and that is that the painter just gouged out the eyes of the female doctor, and he himself was also killed by others.

By whom?

A female doctor whose resentment turned into a ghost after her death, and who is obsessed with finding her own eyes when she was alive! After the female doctor died, she turned into a ghost and parasitized on her corpse. She had resentment during her lifetime, and she also wanted to find a pair of eyes for herself.

Eyes. The painter's obsession made the painter want to gouge out his eyes to fill the paintings. The female doctor's resentment made her want to gouge out the eyes to fill what she had lost. So she gouged out the painter's eyes. Because of the obsession, the dead painter even

The corpse turned directly into a ghost before it decomposed.

The painter turned into a ghost and hid in the painting. The doctor still couldn't find the eyes that were gouged out before her death. She kept looking for the eyes, so she gouged out the eyes of two players last night. Unfortunately, these eyes were not hers.

, the painter hid her eyes very well, but she still could not find her own eyes.

The woman in the long skirt and the middle-aged man were killed by the painter, but the two players on the thirteenth floor were killed by the female doctor! And today, the information they got on the underground floor was also deceived by the female doctor.

"So this skeleton is the biggest danger! She is the first victim, but she is also the second murderer. Yesterday the painter told me, 'You will die tomorrow too,' and the waiter murmured to himself, 'He will

Kill you all.' Actually, he didn't do anything to us. The waiter said 'she' not 'him' - the doctor will kill us all." Yan Wei dodged the sharp nails stabbing at his shoulder.

Panting slightly, she finished all her deductions, "She won't let us go, and the method she said to resolve the hotel's danger is simply false."

Gao Ming was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and he also had several wounds pulled out by ghosts on his body. When Yan Wei finished speaking, Gao Ming was unable to dodge, and his thigh was dug out alive by the bloody hand stretched out from the portrait hanging on the wall.

A bloody hole.

He hissed: "Oh my god, how did you think of this? And why did we burn down the studio? I don't have enough brain."

Yan Wei: "There are too many ghosts in the corridor. Let's talk about it after we enter the room!"

From burning the painting studio to running to Room 1, it took less than a minute. In the blink of an eye, the painter was about to catch up with them. The three of them finally arrived at the door of Room 1. Yan Mingguang first turned around and stepped into the room lightly.

After clearing away the few ghosts in the room, the three of them immediately entered Room 1 and closed the door forcefully.

The moment they entered the room, there was a sudden movement in the corridor——

On both sides of the corridor, which was not covered with blood, the normally normal floor-to-ceiling mirror suddenly shook many times. Just as a few people ran to the door of Room 1, a skeleton slowly walked out of one of the mirrors!

The edges of the skeleton's orbital bones were very uneven, and it was obvious that they had been damaged by sharp objects during their lifetime.

——This is exactly the skeleton of the female doctor that Yan Wei and others saw on the underground floor!

But this time, the skeleton actually walked out of the mirror, moved on its own, and roared angrily: "You actually burned down the studio!! My eyes are there, and you burned my eyes!! You guys!"

Damn it!!!!!”

As soon as the skeleton came out, in the corridor, all the ghosts and monsters walking out of the paintings seemed to have encountered something that frightened them, and the bloody hands on the wall shrank back. The eyeless women who were originally hitting and scratching the door of Room 1

They also retreated and dispersed.

The skeleton collided with the painter who was chasing him.

The female doctor and the painter who had just shouted that they were going to kill Yan Wei and others started fighting in the corridor.

Gao Ming pressed the door hard and heard the movement outside. He turned back to look at Yan Wei and asked, "What's going on? Are the two bosses fighting among themselves?"

Yan Wei was very tired.

The ghosts in the room were cleaned up by Yan Mingguang. During the fight just now, Yan Mingguang seemed as if nothing happened, but Yan Wei's breathing became heavier and heavier. He leaned against the wall, took a few deep breaths, and then said:

"They gouged out each other's eyes. Of course they have a huge hatred. If my guess just now is correct, the painter usually relies on these portraits to move around, while the female doctor relies on the mirror to move. No one of them can meet the other. Today

They were all trying to kill us, so of course we were beaten."

While they were talking, Yan Mingguang, who had just listened to Yan Wei's brief explanation, had already begun to use sheets and other things to quickly cover or wrap all the mirrors that could be found in the room.

The figures in the painting in this room have been cleared away, and the media mirror that the female doctor can move freely has been temporarily covered. They can also get a temporary respite.

"Outside, I feel..." Yan Wei listened intently to what was going on outside.

Yan Mingguang said: "Skeletons are stronger."

Yan Wei came to the conclusion: "That means the winner will be Skeleton. If she takes care of the painter, the first thing she will do is break in and take care of us."

At this time, the fire in the studio next door seemed to be getting more intense, and the burning smell spread on the top floor. Through the thick wall, the three of them gradually smelled the smell of flames and the smell of countless paper scraps burned to ashes.

"Ah, the hands of the people in these paintings are so powerful, it hurts me to death. If we can't pass the level, will we still have our eyes gouged out by skeletons and die? Oh my God... Yan Wei, what are you doing?

Guessed it?"

The door of Room 1 was banged heavily.

The painter and the skeleton are intertwined with each other, and the people in the painter's paintings still want to come in. Fortunately, these ordinary ghosts don't have much intelligence. Without paintings as a medium, they can't move in instantly. They are just clumsy.

The ground pounded outside the door.

The wooden door creaked and was about to collapse. Yan Mingguang blocked the sofa directly at the door, making the door open longer.

But they still don't have much time to break the situation.

"To make a long story short," Yan Wei leaned against the wall and said in a rather urgent tone, "Gao Ming, do you still remember when I asked you when your roommate died?"

"Remember, it was around eleven o'clock last night."

The sound of banging on the door was heard again and again, and a hand with sharp nails directly punctured the wooden door. The blood-stained arm struggled against the punctured hole, as if trying to scratch something.

At such a critical moment, Yan Wei actually chuckled.

His scratched side face was bleeding slightly, and his cheeks were stained with some dirt. But his light brown eyes were still as bright as stars under the smile, as if the sky had fallen and they couldn't give them a chance.

Beautiful eyes with panic.

He said: "At eleven o'clock last night, the person the painter wanted to kill was me. After I went to bed, the painter - maybe through the painting - moved me to the studio. I won't go into details about what happened at that time. I escaped

I was triggered by death and left alive, but I remember clearly that the time was also at eleven o'clock. At that time, Yan Mingguang also met the waiter. The painter was in front of me, and the waiter was in front of Yan Mingguang. Then your roommate was

Who killed him?"

"The medium the painter moved was portraiture, which we found out the next day. As for the medium the female doctor moved, I guessed it was a mirror, because the gym was also covered with mirrors, and the black blood did not dare to flow through the mirrors.

And she needs to coax us to go to the studio to get her eyes, explaining that she can't go to the studio - there is no mirror in the studio. What were the two players who died on the 13th floor last night, what were they near their bodies?"

Yan Mingguang whispered: "Mirror."

"Yes, mirror!" Yan Wei twitched his lips, "On the first night, Yan Mingguang and I also encountered a death trigger. At that time, I was very strange, why there were no paintings in the room, and there was no movement of the door opening. That ghost thing

He was able to come in and leave bloody fingerprints everywhere. Now that I think about it, it was a female doctor who entered our room at that time."

Therefore, the bloody handprints are particularly delicate.

The skeleton of the female doctor entered and exited their room directly through the bathroom mirror. The rag doll placed beside their bed was actually placed by the attendant in their room to attract the skeleton - this was the trigger for death on the first night.

They threw the doll out, and the skeleton gouged out the doll's eyes, and they escaped death. The woman in the long skirt next door triggered the painter's death condition, gouged out her eyes, and died.

The order of time at that time was that the woman in the long skirt died first, and the body was thrown to the underground floor by the waiter, where it stayed with the skeleton. The blood from the body of the woman in the long skirt was stained by the skeleton. In the latter part of the night, the skeleton came.

Their room was filled with bloody handprints because the skeleton was stained with the blood of a woman in a long skirt on the underground floor.

The next night, the gambling house mechanism was turned on, the difficulty was raised, and the ghost limit was lowered. The skeleton no longer had the restriction of placing dolls on the bedside, and could kill people just by looking through the mirror. There was a mirror in the bathroom of Gao Ming's room, so Gao Ming's roommate was there

When washing his hands, he faced the mirror, and the skeleton stretched out his hands from the mirror and instantly gouged out his eyes and died. In Sun Shi's room, there was a dressing table next to the dead player, and there was also a mirror on the dressing table.

There were no bloody fingerprints where the two players died, only a few scattered ones around Sun Shi's roommate, because this time the skeleton struck first, the painter then killed, and the waiter cleaned up the body, so the skeleton's hands were not stained with blood. Only.
To be continued...