The layout of the darkroom is very similar to that of the studio outside. It is simply a smaller version of the studio.
There are also many easels in the darkroom, and the red, white, and black oil paints solidify into hard blocks on the drawing board.
Peng Sheng stared and trembled in the dim darkroom. All the paintings inside were of that terrible woman.
Yunsu showed no fear, but her brows slightly wrinkled, her expression serious.
"What's wrong, Sister Yunsu?" Peng Sheng stood there and didn't dare to move, but he could see that Yunsu was hesitant.
"These paints were made a long time ago." Yunsu's voice was so soft that Peng Sheng had to strain to hear it.
"A long time ago?" Peng Sheng stretched his head and looked at the paint next to him. Indeed, many paint tubes were dried.
"That's right, Xizi is so ill now that she can't even draw."
Yunsu didn't answer Peng Sheng's words. Judging from the storage conditions in the darkroom, it would have taken at least several years for the paint to look like this without writing.
But Kojima was clearly talking about Yuko being sick only in the past few days.
Yunsu looked around and didn't dare to touch the painting. She turned around and planned to walk out, "Let's go, there's nothing else here."
Suddenly, Yunsu felt something was wrong, and she looked back.
No problem, there are no missing drawing boards and no extra undead.
Is it an illusion?
She walked a few more steps, and that strange feeling followed her like a shadow. Just when she was a little overwhelmed, Peng Sheng's voice sounded with vibrato, "Sister Yunsu, do you feel that these paintings are so far away from us?" Close?"
In a flash, Yunsu reacted, and she knew something was wrong.
The paintings in the darkroom are scattered here and there, but there is roughly a space left for people to walk and stand.
Now, for some unknown reason, these paintings were slowly approaching the two uninvited guests.
Because the drawing boards were moving closer and the reference object had not changed, I couldn't notice it for a while.
In a blink of an eye, the painting got even closer.
Yunsu had to raise her hand slightly to avoid touching the surrounding paintings.
Peng Sheng stood in front of Yunsu, frozen in place. There was a painting next to him that almost reached his waist.
Yunsu's eyes tightened and he couldn't delay any longer.
There is only one way back, and once Peng Sheng is surrounded, she won't be able to go.
"Get out!" Yunsu shouted in a low voice. Without stopping, he walked carefully and quickly towards Peng Sheng, who was standing not far from the door.
Peng Sheng was about to cry, "How can we get out here? We can't get out. We are going to die trapped here!"
In fact, Peng Sheng can go out if he puts in a lot of effort. No one knows what will happen if he doesn't come into direct contact with the painting. Maybe it will be okay if his clothes and pants touch him?
But Peng Sheng didn't dare to try.
He now stuck his head in the sand like an ostrich. Although he knew in his heart that it would not help, his body was no longer in control.
Yunsu raised his right hand and touched the bracelet on his left hand, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.
She had to get out alive, she had to!
Yunsu quickly walked to Peng Sheng, who was still frozen in place, then reached out and gave Peng Sheng a hard push.
"ah!"
The accident happened too suddenly. Peng Sheng fell backwards with Yunsu's strength, and several paintings fell with him.
His body touched the painting, and so did his hands. He lay among the paintings, and all he could see were the terrifying women in the paintings.
Peng Sheng looked at Yunsu in disbelief, wanting to scold her and call for help.
But the muscles in my throat were too tense, and I could only make a sound of "ho...ho...".
Yunsu didn't even look over there. She took advantage of the path cleared by Peng Sheng's fall and rushed over quickly. Some of her clothes were scratched on the canvas, but she didn't mind.
When he was approaching the door, Yunsu kicked off his toes and rushed out of the door, rolling on the ground.
Yunsu stood up quickly and looked into the darkroom. The way in was already blocked by paintings. If she had just been slower, she would have been blocked in the darkroom.
There were so many paintings, and even drawing papers were falling from the ceiling. No one could guarantee not to touch the paintings.
Yunsu heard Peng Sheng's frightened scream coming from the darkroom, as if he had seen something extremely horrifying, and then everything fell silent.
Yunsu stood at the door of the darkroom, turned his bracelet twice, turned around and left.
"What's wrong? I heard someone screaming?" Gu Fan, who was closer, followed the sound and walked this way, and happened to bump into Yunsu who came out with dust still on his face.
"What's wrong with you?" Yunsu always gave people the impression of being peaceful and leisurely. Such an embarrassing image really surprised Gu Fan.
Looking at the players who gathered around after hearing the commotion, Yunsu's eyes locked on Cheng Miao in the crowd, "Peng Sheng and I found a darkroom, where Xizi painted the painting outside."
"The paint in the darkroom has been drying for a long time. It looks like no one has used it for a long time."
Cheng Miao was a little surprised that Yunsu would share the clues with him.
She nodded and asked, "Where is Peng Sheng?"
Yunsu raised his sleeve and wiped his face, his expression unchanged, "The painting moved when I left, and he didn't come out."
Everyone fell into silence, and no one wanted to look at the room that was already filled with the horrific painting. In the end, they couldn't even find Peng Sheng's body.
While the players were observing a moment of silence, Kojima's voice came, "Guests, it's almost dinner time. If the tour is over, I will lock the door."
The studio is different from the doll room. The owner of the studio, Yuko, cannot see guests for a long time. It is unrealistic for the studio to be open for players to explore all the time.
Fortunately, Yunsu told everyone the secret of the darkroom, so everyone learned nothing.
Cheng Miao followed the crowd outside. A painter whose painting style has suddenly changed, and a painter who has not painted for a long time. Something must have happened to Xizi.
But seeing that she and Kojima are so affectionate, it doesn't look like they're being fake, so the problem probably isn't with Kojima.
Cheng Miao didn't understand that there were two days left.
Apart from figuring out the rules of death, they didn't find anything, which really made Cheng Miao a little restless.
Before going to bed at night, Cheng Miao looked at Qiudong who climbed into his bed very naturally and slept outside the quilt and twitched the corner of his mouth, "Why do you want to sleep in my bed?"
Qiu Dong looked confused, "I sleep on the quilt, strictly speaking I don't sleep with you."
Cheng Miao stroked his forehead helplessly, "I know, but you also have a bed of your own."
Qiudong had a cold face and could not see any other emotions, "Because you can't sleep and I have to get up in the middle of the night to accompany you, I might as well just sleep here."
Thinking of letting Qiudong coax him to sleep in the middle of the night, Cheng Miao blushed and argued, "That was before, I can't do it now!"
Qiudong closed his eyes and rested his mind, not arguing with Cheng Miao.
Cheng Miao hesitated for a while, then thought about why he was competing with a cat, then he threw away all unnecessary thoughts and climbed into bed.
Lying in the darkness, Cheng Miao's impetuous heart calmed down, not knowing whether it was because of the novel experience of someone next to him or because of the faint cold fragrance of Qiudong.
"I plan to use my bUff tomorrow."
