"..." Ruan Bailing was stunned when he heard this and didn't know how to answer the question for a while.
On the other side, the portrait was already minding its own business and continued: "I once thought we were a very happy family. But that was just my selfishness. My wife and my children, the three of them snooped on my property. Want to gang up on me and murder me.
But before this brutal murder occurred, I had already sensed that something was wrong with them.
So, the one-sided murder turned into a fight between both sides, and in the end we all died.
But even after death, they would not let me go. The three of them occupied the manor, and I could only hide in this secret room and wait...waiting for the day when those three people would perish again..."
The story of the portrait is finished.
After hearing this, Ruan Bailing realized that she had stumbled upon the truth about this manor by mistake.
As long as the three of them are dealt with, including the murdered male master, the murderous mistress and their children, she will be able to reach her true ending.
As for why she was convinced.
The name of the game, her identity introduction, and the first words of the portrait are all related to roses. Ruan Bailing believes that her choice will not be wrong at all.
"Then how can we eliminate those three people?" Ruan Bailing broke away from the initial surprise. She pinched her waist and asked with an attitude of being determined to win.
"Are you willing to help me? Oh... thank you so much, kind lady..." The portrait became very excited after hearing Ruan Bailing's words.
Seeing the cowardly look in the portrait, Ruan Bailing, who was a little wary at first, even put away the yellow talisman. She shook her hair and said impatiently: "Okay, tell me what to do. I don't have time to listen to your nonsense here."
"Okay." The portrait responded.
It watched Ruan Bailing's actions, and an imperceptible smile appeared on its face, which made its already distorted face even more terrifying:
"We just need to... prepare a simple ritual... use human sacrifice... to trap their souls in the bodies of living people... then they will no longer be able to hinder me..."
"Human sacrifice?"
Ruan Bailing repeated, lowered his head and pondered for a long time without saying a word.
…
…
【trigger event! 】
[Lucky event:
oh! Oh my God! How many times did you plow the soil today? ! The land was not only dry and rough, but also littered with garbage. Look! I found something again!
There is only a little bit of black paint left! What use does this do to me, a gardener?
Props obtained: used black paint]
Get event alerts.
Anxi rolled her eyes, squatted down reluctantly, and dug the ground with a shovel. A tube of black paint appeared in front of her eyes.
Anxi's status as a gardener can increase the chance of picking up props. Although this skill seems to be very good, it is even a bit cheating.
But most of the props Anxi dug up were, as the description of the event said, rubbish.
Leftover ham sandwiches, smashed cups and even thirty-year-old lace panties.
As long as they were of some use, Anxi wouldn't dislike them so much.
"You better stop being a piece of shit."
Anxi picked up the black paint stained with mud without hope.
[Props: used black paint]
[Introduction to props: A tube of black paint that has been opened for many years.
Black, deep black, it's a mixture of all colors and it absorbs all the light. With black you can cover up everything you don't want to see.
Using this paint, you can eliminate information within a grid. (The remaining pigments can only be used once)]
"Erase the information in a grid?" Anxi looked at the prop introduction with some surprise. She had been busy all day and finally got such a useful thing.
Although it can only be used once, it is still better than nothing, not to mention that in contrast to those junk props, the ability of this tube of black paint is particularly outstanding.
"Dong dong dong————"
The bell in the bell tower suddenly rang.
The original daytime background with the sun high in the sky was pulled down and switched to a dark night scene with only a blue and white moon.
The scene switch is completed.
The surrounding environment suddenly darkened. The garden became extremely quiet, with no wind at all. The cold white moonlight shone down, making the already desolate manor even paler.
[Tip: What you choose during the day may only appear again in the dark night]
[Players are asked to roll the dice again! 】
The game prompt sounds.
Anxi vaguely felt that this hint was implying something.
"Gululu..."
The dice are thrown high and then fall, rolling on the ground...
Four o'clock.
The moment the side of the die with the four roses on it was about to come to a stop, an inexplicable strong wind suddenly blew by, and Anxi's apron blew over completely and covered her face.
The dice that were still shaking on the side were also turned over by the wind.
"despair."
The dice finally settled.
Four roses turned into five.
The chess pieces began to move automatically...
【trigger event! 】
【Random events:
Taking away someone else's doll without permission is bad behavior.
do you think so? 】
The event reminder just dropped.
Anxi felt something more behind her back.
She turned around and saw a little girl in a white dress standing barefoot under the big tree behind her.
With blond hair and blue eyes, the little girl looks exactly like the doll in Anxi's apron pocket.
The little girl had no expression on her face and said gloomily: "Did you... take my doll?"
[Random event has been triggered:
Taking away someone else's doll without permission is bad behavior.
do you think so? 】
[Event options:
A: He refused to admit that he took the doll and turned around to leave.
B: Admit that he took the doll and shouted: "I picked it up and it's mine!"
C: Admit that he took the doll and promise to repair it. 】
Once these three options were laid out, Anxi knew which one to choose.
It would be impossible not to admit it. Even the description of the random incident said that she took the doll. If she denied it, it would be a game over.
Only those with great fortune and fortune would dare to take option B. An Qian, who had spent an entire afternoon picking up junk props, would not dare to choose randomly.
The only option left is to fix the doll.
Anxi glanced at the correction fluid placed in the tool bag. This tool bag is a matching decoration in the gardener's clothing. It is very convenient to hang on the waist, so Anxi uses it to store her growing pile of props.
"I took your doll." Anxi admitted.
The little girl opposite heard this and raised her head, her blue eyes looking straight at An Qian. Her eyes did not have any sparkle but seemed to be covered with a layer of white film, hazy and weird, making people feel chills down their spines. .
Upon seeing this, Anxi immediately spoke again: "But I picked up this doll to repair it. You see, the skirt of this doll is torn."
Anxi held up the doll to the little girl opposite.
The doll's white dress was scratched by the dead branches of the bush, the skirt was torn in half, and the blue buttonholes were half-detached hanging on her face.
The little girl stared at the doll in silence for a while, then slowly moved her gaze to Anxi's face again, and said coldly: "I will come again tomorrow night."
After saying this, a strong wind blew again, and the fallen leaves on the ground rose up into vortexes, and the little girl disappeared.
