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date="2020-10-01"

title="Chapter 83 Shadow 06┃ Zhang Tianwei."

weight="95796"

series = ["Paintings of Terror"]

mode = "manual"

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The internal structure of the castle is very complicated. After Ke Xun went up to the fourth floor, they passed a long open-air corridor before they saw Mi Wei reaching out to greet everyone.

At the other end of the corridor is a cylindrical building. Fortunately, it is very bright during the day. Although it is not sure where the light source is, the indoor situation of the semicircular hall is unobstructed.

The other half circle is a room with a closed door, the color of the door is striking blood red.

Because of the signs and reminders of this color, everyone dare not open the door easily, for fear of the consequences of polluting the color.

Xin Beibei screamed suddenly and jumped to hide behind Ke Xun-under the red door, a small piece of red liquid came out, like a pool of thick blood.

Everyone was far away from the door, but they all stared at the red liquid overflowing under the door. The liquid seemed to be flowing slowly, and it was hard to imagine what happened inside the door.

"Not blood." Mu Yiran's voice was still slightly cold.

Ke Xun looked at the other person's eyes: It's not blood, that's the color that belongs to this room.

"According to the previous practice, once a death event occurs, the color of the door will become gray, which is the room where the NPC has lost its color." Zhu Haowen's voice suddenly sounded, and his eyes looked at Ke Xun: "We can only judge now. , Zhang Tianwei may not die."

There were only Zhang Tianwei and He Yu in the red room. Early this morning, the bedroom they lived in had lost its color, including the red working room on the first floor.

What does this bloody red door suddenly appear?

"However, there is no one representing red among us, and no one is qualified to open this door." Qin Ci looked at this red door, which was much taller and wider than the previous ones, and stood out among them. A heavy sense of oppression.

Ke Xun took a close look at the position of the door cracks: "The doors before us did not have inner or outer locks. This door should be the same, but because there is no wind in this world, it will be closed very tightly."

"But how do we open it?" Wei Dong's eyes searched around, hoping to find something like a wooden stick to stab the door open.

Perhaps Ke Xun's words reminded Mu Yiran, Mu Yiran's eyes lit up slightly: "We can try to create wind."

Ke Xun understood that he had walked to the junction of the hall and the corridor. There was actually a wooden door here, probably because it was open all year round, so it would be overlooked.

Mu Yiran also walked over, followed by Zhu Haowen, and the three of them worked together to quickly push the heavy wooden door and close it, trying to send some "wind" into the hall.

"It works!" At this time, the red door had been opened wide by the "wind", and Qin Ci and Wei Dong also came to help.

Mi Wei thought of something and closed the glass windows on both sides of the hall, leaving the vent at the door.

The five men worked together to quickly open the heavy wooden door. This time, a clear air circulation was formed, and the red door opened silently.

Although the door opened, everyone did not dare to walk inside the door easily, but stood outside the door and looked inside.

Soon, Xin Beibei's scream resounded throughout the castle.

In the empty semicircular room, there is only one extra-large glass jar, which is filled with red liquid. For some reason, the liquid continuously overflows from the mouth of the jar and fills the entire ground. The excess is overflowing. Out of the room.

The red liquid is not viscous, it is even translucent in the glass jar, and you can vaguely see a person immersed in it.

The person in the tank is standing upright in the liquid, with his limbs in suspension. Because of the red liquid, it is impossible to see its original color.

It is more like a biological specimen than a human being.

Everyone seemed to distinguish the vague facial features of the specimen, but no one made a sound.

Finally Qin Ci said: "It's Zhang Tianwei."

With tears in his eyes, Mi Wei tightly covered his mouth with his hands and nodded.

Xin Beibei's desperate cry rang again.

"Let's go back first. People in the working room will be worried." Zhu Haowen looked at Xin Beibei: "You scream too loudly."

Ke Xun pulled Mu Yiran back a few steps, the red liquid was still slowly spreading outward: "Why does the liquid in the jar increase for no reason?"

It's almost like a water inlet is attached to the bottom.

Mu Yiran: "The red maker should be Zhang Tianwei. These liquids may be produced from him."

Mu Yiran's eyes stayed on the hand-made clocks on the wall for a while before he walked out of the hall with Ke Xun. His hands had been warmly pressed against them. Only when Mu Yiran wanted to break free, he saw Ke Xun approaching himself: "You too Found that clock? It's exactly the same as the one in our hall."

"The only difference is the background color on the dial." Mu Yiran looked at Ke Xun. The other party had released his hand, but he closed his eyes with his eyes. Mu Yiran's eyes were slightly loose and turned to Elsewhere.

Zhu Haowen's voice came from the rear: "The background color of the dial here is big red, and the background color of the dial in the hall today is a greenish color."

Mi Wei also joined the discussion: "The greenish color is actually cyan, a combination of blue and green."

"Red orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, cyan is indeed between green and blue." Qin Ci followed everyone through the open-air corridor. "What can the patterns and colors of these clocks indicate?"

The red dial of the semicircular hall may be related to the red "made" by Zhang Tianwei, so what does the cyan dial of the restaurant represent? There is no cyan in the five rooms.

When the few people returned to the restaurant, the four people in the working room were already waiting at the table. Guo Lixia asked first: "What's wrong with the wailing voices just now?"

Xin Beibei hadn’t come out of the scare completely, and the whole person threw himself into Shi Zhendong’s arms: “It scared me to death. It really scared me to death. Zhang Tianwei’s body was soaked in the colored bottle and came out. A lot of blood..."

Qin Ci briefly described the scene just now. After hearing that the four people had very complicated expressions, no one had the courage to take a look at the scene again.

Shi Zhendong comforted his girlfriend while discussing with everyone: "Why did Zhang Tianwei and He Yu die differently? He Yu died very straightforwardly, including the entire room losing its color, but Zhang Tianwei...why did he have to be passed through like that? deal with?"

"Moreover, how did Senior Zhang's body be taken away? Why didn't we hear any movement?" Ye Ningchen's lips were a little pale. Before, she believed that Zhang Tianwei might not be dead, but she didn't expect the other party to be dead. Falling to such a terrible end.

"Have you noticed a problem just now," said Mi Wei, the calmest girl among the girls. "Tian Wei's senior is very tall, at least 1.85 meters tall, but that bottle... I made an inappropriate analogy. "Mi Wei's eyes looked between Ke Xun and Mu Yiran, and finally turned to Ke Xun, "The paint bottle is about the height of Ke Ge."

Ke Xun directly reported his height: "I am 1.88 meters," looked at Mu Yiran next to him, and whispered: "This year I accidentally grew one centimeter, and it was 1.87 meters when I was in college. "

Mu Yiran glanced at Ke Xun, as if to say: Then I am taller than you.

Mi Wei cleared his throat and continued: "Even if the bottle is 1.90 meters high, the senior Tian Wei inside looks much shorter than the actual height. He is suspended in the liquid, on top of his head and under his feet. Wealthy, at least 50 centimeters in total."

Qin Ci also nodded: "I also discovered this problem. At the time, I thought it was a poor vision caused by glass refraction, but now I think about it, in a cylindrical glass cylinder, the objects inside should look larger than they actually are. "

Mu Yiran: "The reason why the red liquid can flow out continuously is probably that these sources are obtained from Zhang Tianwei-this should be a drain on the corpse itself."

These analyses sound very rational, but it is a cruel torture for emotional humans.

"Unlucky, it's terrible!" Guo Lixia didn't even have the mood to eat fruit.

"I'm still saying that, how exactly did Senior Zhang's body be transported out of the door last night?" Ye Ningchen grasped the question, "If you want to open the door and go out, there must be movement."

"I think the delivery exit should be a window," Zhu Haowen is still expressionless. "Only the red bedroom window is open. This shouldn't be an accident."

Xin Beibei heard Zhu Haowen's words and suddenly became energetic from panic: "The windows can only be opened from the inside out. I have noticed the windows in our room. There are latches on them. If outsiders come in, they have to Go through the door."

"Why must it be an outsider who opened the window?" Zhu Haowen looked at Xin Beibei with cold eyes.

"Do you mean that Zhang Tianwei and He Yu will kill the opened windows by themselves?" Xin Beibei was a little annoyed.

Zhu Haowen didn't bother to look at her again: "People have 10,000 reasons to open windows, not necessarily to find death."

Shi Zhendong was about to make a round of it, and suddenly heard the familiar sound of music, and the NPC's voice was still sweet: "Everyone has worked hard. Now is the time to eat fruits. Please stop working and come to the lobby to enjoy fresh and delicious fruits! "

No one is in the mood to eat fruit. Mi Wei looked at the clock hanging on the wall: "I paid attention to this clock during breakfast today. At that time, I felt that the color of the pattern on the clock face had changed a bit, but I couldn't remember the past. What is it like now."

Everyone raised their heads and looked at the classical handmade clock on the wall. The large round surface has a light blue pattern on it. Ye Ningchen was a little surprised: "When did this clock become this color? It was for dinner yesterday. It was still bright orange!"

Everyone's hearts were stunned, and they didn't know what the color change of the clock indicated.

Miao Zipei, who has always spoken little, suddenly said: "This watch had no patterns at first, only a white clock face and black hands. When I noticed the color change, it was yesterday evening. There was a sudden orange pattern on the clock face. Telling He Yu and Zhang Tianwei about this change, everyone found it strange."

Everyone listened quietly to Miao Zipei's words, and Wei Dong couldn't help asking, "Then when did this blue color change now?"

"When I got down from upstairs this morning, I looked at the clock for the first time. The pattern has turned blue." As an art student, Miao Zipei is indeed very capable of observation. "Moreover, it's not just this hall, but the second floor bedroom. The same changes have taken place in the lobby."