"If you kill someone tonight, maybe we can get all the portraits together." Wu Hui said to her, "But you have to think about who to kill."
Number 2 was silent for a moment: "First tell me why you collect these paintings and why you put them up."
"Why do you want to kill people?" Wu Hui asked.
Because of the broken setting of this broken game... Number 2 said in his heart, and at the same time understood Wu Hui's purpose.
Place the seven images in their corresponding positions. Maybe I just started the game. If I were here alone, I might have finished it long ago.
It’s because there are too many people and they are holding us back with all kinds of wrong clues.
If you say you want to kill other people, that's not wrong. Because only in this way can we get rid of the shady game of intrigues and solve the not-so-complex puzzles here with peace of mind.
Wu Hui was also ready to kill No. 2, but she chose to cooperate, so the two of them each took some props, which was a good result.
No. 6 has promised him to take out the paintings in his room. The drawings in the rooms of the fat man No. 4 and the girl No. 7 with dark circles under her eyes are more troublesome.
He didn't care who got the props, but he hoped to put all seven paintings up as soon as possible. In this way, even if it does not end the game, it will enter the next stage.
Since the master wants to sow discord between them, let them fight. Then they must unite.
After the fight, you will find that there is no need to fight between them. On the contrary, cooperation is required to accomplish some things, so Wu Hui still advises No. 2 not to kill people casually, but it should be okay to kill one or two.
The purpose of the master is to make people suffer, regret, and suffer. If everyone needs to survive, everyone will not suffer at all, but will feel that it is impossible.
Therefore, Wu Hui estimated that there should be a certain number of people who asked to survive, but not all of them would survive. Or, there are requirements for everyone on what they need to survive. Like jealousy requires arrogance to survive (example, not true) or something like that.
Number 2 began to think about whether to continue killing people. As a relatively strong level 5 player, she is indeed the best in combat.
But last night's battle also took its toll on her. Taking into account some of Wu Hui's reasoning...
Tonight, I won’t kill anyone for now.
The beauty, who was suspected to be related to Wu Hui, retreated to the room and closed the door. Wu Hui sat in the hall, closed his eyes and began to rest.
A new day has arrived.
No one died yesterday. People who got up came to the hall and saw Wu Hui and four paintings hanging on the wall.
Number 6: "So, the painting is used here?"
"That's right. And putting the paintings up will be good for you." Wu Hui looked at everyone and said.
As an ally who had been discussed with Wu Hui early in the morning. No. 6 didn't ask any further questions. He took out the painting from his room and after thinking about it for a moment, hung it opposite No. 7's position.
The fat man was silent for a moment. He went back to his room and took out a painting. After thinking about it, he hung it up.
Both of them received an item each. The specific effect is unknown
Everyone looked at Number Seven.
"Ha." No. 7 sneered: "Are we suddenly united? You guys..."
She didn't do anything too unsociable, and turned back to the room to get her painting. Because there was only one left, if she didn't take it out, others would probably grab it.
He who knows the current affairs is a hero.
I don’t know whether he is a handsome man or not, but at least these people here are not stupid.
No. 6 also looked thoughtfully at the handwriting left by Wu Hui on an oil painting with a marker. Apparently, like him, he began to doubt the authenticity of this information.
Logically speaking, it really requires them to do what these oil paintings say. Then just prompt the system directly. Why hide it?
So the writing on the painting may be just as misleading as those notes.
Number 2 sat next to him, still feeling a little uneasy. If the words on the portrait are true, she will die or...
All seven portraits are collected.
Originally, four pictures had been collected, and with No. 6 taking the lead, the remaining two people also took out the pictures in their own rooms, which was what Wu Hui had expected.
If they are unwilling to give it, then they have no choice but to rob it.
After the portraits were gathered, a sound came from the end of the corridor. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a door connected to the stairs appearing out of thin air.
The door was open, as if inviting them inside.
"Let's go." Wu Hui said, "We have passed the first level. You can forget about those previous tasks."
He was the first to get up and walk towards the stairs.
Number Six looked at the stairs going down and sighed: "Oh, it feels like we are heading towards hell."
"Maybe." Wu Hui pushed up his glasses. Everyone started going down the stairs not too quickly. Everyone has different thoughts. A very simple painting search took them more than two days. A few paragraphs of text written by someone I don't know and room settings that were of no use at all caused two of everyone to die.
If Wu Hui hadn't discovered and prevented the situation from getting worse in time, five or six people might have died here.
They walked to the new floor, and the stairs behind them disappeared little by little, cutting off their way back. Wu Hui stretched out his feet to test and confirmed that the staircase had really disappeared and not become invisible.
It seems that there is indeed no way out.
In front of everyone are seven masks. The names of the seven deadly sins are written on them.
"Ding, please put on the corresponding mask within thirty seconds. The mask that is not put on will turn into a monster and attack."
"Put it on." Number Six thought for a moment and said, "Maybe we can deal with one or two monsters, but we definitely can't defeat seven of them together."
"If two people die, there will be two less masks. If we really kill all the people...ha. It's too insidious." No. 7 shook his head and picked up Lazy. Others also picked up their corresponding masks. Thirty seconds left no room for anyone to think too much.
The two masks of Pride and Gluttony lay empty and empty without their owners.
Wu Hui, who was wearing an angry mask, felt a surge of anger welling up from the bottom of his heart. Several people next to him also had various desires rising from the bottom of their hearts. No. 2's breathing began to become heavy, No. 7's whole body felt a little weak, and No. 6's expression under the mask kept changing.
These are quite acceptable, and it does not mean that their sanity has completely disappeared.
The two unused masks of Pride and Gluttony have begun to leak out black substance, and finally formed human shapes. At this stage, they still have a basic understanding of strength and weakness. These two monsters are obviously more difficult to deal with, but if the five of them join forces, at least they can win.
Number Six activated his nightmare chess piece and transformed directly into a knight covered in black armor. There are also a few more peasant chess pieces around, and they are sacrificed to become black knights.
Wu Hui glanced at him and silently summoned a dozen soldier ant beasts as big as humans.
Start a war.
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