It wasn't until after dinner that everyone breathed a sigh of relief. No one died today.
Cheng Miao was a little absent-minded. She always felt that there must be some pattern to whether people died every day, and it should not be random.
Back in the room, there were still the same four paintings.
Wu Jiayang's body has been covered by the ice sheet, and from a distance it looks like a human-shaped white bump.
In Li Ying's painting, perhaps because the place was a hot jungle, the corpse was already beginning to rot.
Wei Jiao, who was sleeping under Li Ying's painting, was about to cry.
Although it has no taste and is not in the same time and space, everyone knows that there is really a player's body hanging in that painting.
"Sister Miaomiao, what do you mean by this comic strip?" Lin Zhu didn't sleep either. He kept changing the order of several pieces of paper, hoping to see some clues.
"I don't know," Cheng Miao said bluntly, "but this will definitely provide us with ideas for leaving the dungeon."
"But according to the temper of the copy, it won't be released until the last and most critical painting."
"Just now I heard that they wanted to cover the painting with clothes, but in the end they didn't dare."
Qin Musong said calmly in the darkness.
Cheng Miao was not surprised. The one in the middle of these paintings was very strange from the beginning, and now each one is more weird than the other.
No one wants to touch the painting rashly.
Maybe the next time I open my eyes, I will become the person in the painting.
The next day, everyone got up feeling helpless. Wei Jiao even suspected that they would be trapped here forever.
If the secret room type dungeon requires brains, the zombie type dungeon requires physical strength.
Then this copy feels like nothing is done.
Oh, if you have to say this, it may be due to luck.
While grazing cattle today, Qin Musong found a clue note.
This painting should be a continuation of one of the previous paintings, still at the dining table, but this time, judging from the body language, the quarrel is more intense.
The little girl knocked down everything on the table, and a cloud bubble appeared in her mind, with the sea and blue sky painted inside.
"What does this mean?" Wei Jiao was looking at everything with dull eyes. Coming over to ask was purely driven by the player's instinct.
"This should be her idea." Lin Zhu explained, "Many picture books will use such circles to encircle imaginary things."
"That means...she wants water?" Qi Miao guessed with difficulty.
Cheng Miao thought for a moment, "Maybe she wants to see the sea... maybe she wants to go out and play?"
Several players look at me and I look at you, and they are not very sure, but at present, this is the only reasonable guess.
"If that's the case, then why did she have that expression when she came to the grassland?" Zhu Dingkun looked at the other paintings Lin Zhu had displayed.
"Because you want to see the sea, are you disappointed when you come to the grassland?"
Lin Zhu got closer and took a closer look, "I don't feel disappointed, but a little curious. I feel a little surprised."
Indeed, in the painting of the little girl standing in the middle of the lawn, although she is looking around, her expression is one of surprise and joy, mixed with a hint of confusion.
"What does this broken painting mean?" Wei Jiao lost her temper.
Lin Zhu was afraid that she would damage the painting if she got excited, so he quickly put away the paper.
"Calm down, there is a process for every copy." Qi Miao tried to comfort his teammates.
Wei Jiao bit her lower lip and pulled Qi Miao aside.
"It's not that I'm not calm, it's just that this copy is difficult."
Qi Miao heard a wry smile on his face, "Which copy is better?"
Wei Jiao shook her head irritably, looking at the people in the distance who didn't pay attention before saying, "In the past, as long as the dungeon reached the minimum survival ratio, the difficulty could be reduced."
"But do the math," Wei Jiao counted with her fingers, "Miss Cheng and the five of them, the handsome guy in black and the woman with short hair, they look like veteran players. They will definitely be fine."
"We have 18 people. Even if the minimum survival rate is calculated as 40%, it can guarantee that 7 players will pass the level. They have already filled up the quota!"
Wei Jiao's voice was a little shrill, "So our chance of survival is lowered!"
Qi Miao didn't know this. She was still trying to comfort Wei Jiao, "It's not like we can only live for 7 people. We have a chance."
Wei Jiao didn't appreciate it and responded with one sentence, "Have you ever been sure of a dungeon without lowering the difficulty?"
Qi Miao choked, but she didn't.
Most players try their best to squeeze into the survivor quota and leave after the difficulty of the dungeon is reduced.
They have not passed the full difficulty dungeon.
"What should I do? I'm going to die here!" Wei Jiao tore the dead skin off her mouth irritably.
Qi Miao had no more comfort. She had already seen that words were of little use to her teammates.
She sighed secretly in her heart. Although the chance of survival was very low, Wei Jiao's behavior undoubtedly made her chance of survival even lower.
While they were talking, Shi Yun was sitting on a rock not far from them. He and Du Guang had a good relationship, and today he did not dare to go in the direction where Du Guang died.
He was afraid of seeing Du Guang's body.
Time passed by in the afternoon, and everyone who was herding cattle out of boredom suddenly heard a loud noise.
Cheng Miao reacted the fastest. When he turned around, he only saw Shi Yun falling down with the stone he was sitting on.
The place where they were was equivalent to the highest lawn, and the place where Shi Yun was sitting was on the edge of the lawn. Now I don't know if the earth and rocks were loose, and even the stones were turned over.
But there is also lawn below, so you don’t have to worry about falling.
Cheng Miao felt something was wrong. She strode to where Shi Yun was sitting just now. When she looked down, she saw a scene that stunned her.
Below, earth and rocks rolled down like a landslide.
Shi Yun was surrounded by so much mud that came out of nowhere, and the big rock he was sitting on was pressing right on his chest.
Shi Yun opened his eyes, as if he still didn't understand what happened.
Cheng Miao carefully slid down sideways and touched Shi Yun's neck.
"died."
The other players who came were speechless.
No one died yesterday, why did he die again today?
Du Guang was trapped to death by quicksand that appeared inexplicably in the middle of the lawn, and Shi Yun was killed by a landslide that was completely unnatural.
this……
How to do this.
wrong!
Cheng Miao frowned, there must be something she had overlooked.
"Will someone die every other day?" Mu Yuan rarely expressed his thoughts, but was denied by Zhu Dingkun, who had not recovered from the surprise.
"No, something happened to Chun Yu and Ren Qiu two days in a row."
Mu Yuan said nothing, and everyone looked at Cheng Miao.
Cheng Miao didn't pay attention to other people's gazes and hopes. She was caught up in the whirlpool in her mind.
Just a little bit.
She almost knew the pattern.
