(To be revised later) They all looked miserable when they died, as if they had been torn apart by a large beast. They all died in a gallery-like place.
"A painter's imagination..." Bian Yongyi continued to look back, and the more he looked, the more he felt that something was wrong, because there were scenes of the tragic death of two players left in the villa.
He is also a player who has entered the dungeon, and he knows very well what it is like when a person dies. No super-large beasts have ever appeared in Area 009, but Jiang Jiang's paintings are too realistic, and it is difficult for people to accept that they are just the product of imagination. .
"Is there any problem?" Bian Yongyi felt uneasy, but he continued to look. He wanted to see if Xu Huo was in the painting, but he didn't expect that Xu Huo didn't find it, and instead found his own!
Looking at the painting of death that he hung on the fence of a purple garden, he subconsciously lifted the painting out, but when he came back to his senses, he felt that the place in the painting looked familiar. He suddenly turned his head and looked out the window, only to find that the painting The scene in it turned out to be the garden of this villa!
"This is impossible!" Bian Yongyi slammed the door and rushed out, running downstairs without hesitation: he would rather be caught and beaten or pushed into the toilet than take the risk of death and stay here. In the villa!
However, when he walked through the garden, he couldn't help but look at the wormhole flowers. The purple and red flowers seemed to have magic at this time, and every detail was magnified, attracting people's attention.
Bian Yongyi forced himself to turn his head, ran to the door of the villa, used the props to look outside, and quietly opened the door after half a minute.
However, as soon as his front foot went out, his back foot was caught by the short-haired young man. His foot slipped and he jumped forward several meters in a posture that was absolutely impossible for a normal person before falling to the ground.
Bian Yongyi subconsciously protected his head, but the grumpy young man did not approach him. Instead, he laughed ferociously and said, "I'm just going to try my new prop on you."
After saying that, Bian Yongyi automatically flew into the air. After flying for more than ten meters, he was caught up by the short-haired young man who also flew into the air. When he saw the opponent's fist, he immediately closed his eyes, but he did not expect that the opponent was deliberately trying to kill him this time. , a long needle stuck out from the gap between the fist that hit him hard on the temple.
Bian Yongyi died without any suspense, and was kicked out by the short-haired young man. By chance, he landed on the wormhole-lined fence. The iron fence pierced his abdomen, and because of his short stature and heavier weight, Bian Yongyi died without any suspense. He was so light that the fence failed to fall down, so he hung on the fence like this, with blood dripping along the iron fence to the ground - exactly the same as the painting depicting his death scene in the studio.
*
Xu Huo turned around and looked at Jiang Jiang, "Do you remember Dr. Shang?"
Jiang Jiang lowered his eyes and smiled, "Do you know my past?"
"After all, you are so famous, it is not difficult to find this information." Xu Huo said: "When you were still in the orphanage, he provided psychological counseling for you."
Jiang Jiang shook his head, "I don't know Dr. Shang, but I do know someone named Shang. Shang Shuming. He was also famous in the past, but he is dead."
"Really?" Xu Huo said: "I think he is not dead. At least he can still choose suitable children from the orphanage to cultivate. But it is hard to say whether he has been successfully cultivated. Another child who was adopted abroad with you A boy and his adoptive parents are dead.”
"What does this mean?" Jiang Jiang asked.
"The criterion for judging whether the training is successful is whether you can kill your parents and relatives." Xu Huo smiled, "Do you think you meet this criterion?"
Jiang Jiang looked at him strangely, "Whoever makes the claim will provide evidence. Why do you come to ask me instead?"
"Because I want to know one thing. Doctor Shang, is he really Shang Shuming?" Xu Huo stopped his smile and said seriously: "This is very important to me."
Jiang Jiang shook his head and said helplessly: "It's a pity that I can't help you. At least I don't have Dr. Shang in my memory, and Mr. Shang who often came to the orphanage when I was a child has died long ago. Good people don't live long, like mine. The only bad things the adoptive parents did in their lives were to curse others with guilt in their hearts, and both of them died of illness."
"If Mr. Shang is still alive, he must not be a good person."
"Only bad people can survive in this world."
*
"Not necessarily." Xu Huo said, "At least I am a good person."
Jiang Jiang suddenly laughed. At first it was a muffled laugh, then he laughed loudly, and finally he fell forward and backward with laughter. After a while, he wiped away his tears and said, "Thank you, this is the best thing I have heard this year." Laughable joke.”
For some reason, Xu Huo also laughed. He said, "I was treated in a mental hospital when I was young. There must have been a doctor who treated me at that time."
"The reason why I say it should be is because I don't have this doctor in my normal memory, but I only found out about it through the stimulation of taking medicine."
"I have lost a part of my memory. This is not a big problem in the first place. You don't have to remember everything or figure out every problem in life. But among this part of the missing memory is the death of my brother. I still don't remember it. I know exactly why and how he died, and the original memory in my mind has become a little blurry because of the doctor's appearance, but I am sure of one thing, he died because of me."
"So I must find out about him."
"Shang Shuming, it's possible that the person who played Shang Shuming may not be the original doctor, but this is my only clue." Xu Huo held the "Eye of the Dead" with a cold look, "You are a good person. , I hope you can tell me the truth."
Jiang Jiang glanced at the two players behind her who were spinning around in confusion. Song and Xu, who had gone to chase the ghosts, had not come back yet. She said: "It seems that you have controlled the others. No matter how I explain you Don’t you even believe it?”
Xu Huo pointed to the brush in her hand with his chin, "What do you think?"
"Since I'm trapped here, I probably won't be able to get out for a while." Jiang Jiang said: "It's a pity that I have no hands, and it's definitely not your hands, but I can find other things to take my place. You have fun..."
Before she finished speaking, Xu Huo had already launched an attack. However, Jiang Jiang was not slow either. Her whole body was as light as paper and she floated backwards while picking up the paintbrush and waving it in the air.
The layout of the haunted house disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by long and winding galleries, as if the folded space was opening again. The paintings hanging on the wall also opened at any time, and evolved strange beasts jumped out of the paintings. , manically attacking all living creatures in sight!
The two players who were left behind were seriously injured by sharp claws before they could wake up in time. Perhaps the pain was too exciting, or maybe Xu Huo's mental influence was weakened. They woke up quickly.
