Chapter 16 Night of the Castle

Player 460872, it's Player 460872 again!

A rookie player who survived to the end in the endgame.

It's like a kid beating an adult marathon.

There were more and more discussions, and the city, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly became lively like a pot of boiling water.

"Peng Lu is dead." It was an internal member of Seventh Commandment who spoke, "It's a pity, the boss wanted to recruit him."

It is really good if the boss can boast that he has great development potential.

The teammates looked indifferent: "It's a pity, death proves that the strength is not enough, and those who are still in it are worth recruiting. Eliminate defective products and absorb fresher and more beneficial blood."

There are crowds of people around the projection screen, but there are not many people around them. It is not easy for players to move around in this area, but they still dare not get too close to the members of the top ten guilds.

"Let's go, go to exit 1332." The member of Seventh Commandment said coldly, "With only one player left, new players should clear the level soon."

Wen Shi also felt that he was about to come out.

It is said in the medical records that the real bride is a work of art created by the owner of the castle. The monsters in the castle are all related to the painting. Both the real bride and the blood bride can manipulate blood, but the former is more proficient. He speculates that the real brideIt is also a painting.

Now it's just a matter of finding the painting.

With the direction and the advantage of the single-player game, Wen Shi was in a good mood when he woke up the next day, until he saw a figure with fluttering hair sitting by the window, he was so frightened that he almost lost his mind.

The person who came was Xie Tangyan, and her strength returned to normal in the new day.

Wen Shi sat up, patted his chest and said, "Sister, you scared me."

Xie Tangyan: "Sorry, I just came here too."

Wen Shi looked at her and suddenly made a bold guess.

The owner of the castle didn't show any special feelings towards him on the first night, but later he said that the smell on his body was wonderful, and he emphasized it deeply last night.If anything happened in the middle, it was nothing more than that he successfully activated his skills, and not long ago, he successfully summoned Xie Tangyan.

Could it be Xie Tangyan that the charming aura that the owner of the castle refers to?

He told this guess to Xie Tangyan.

"I don't use face powder, and I haven't been in close contact with you for a long time. Even if he is a dog, he can't smell anything." Xie Tangyan calmly analyzed: "But when that strange voice suppressed my strength, it was very high-sounding, what?If you don't suppress it, the load on your body will exceed the load."

Carrier?

Wen Shi fell into deep thought, just like the Blood Bride was born on the drawing paper, summoning himself in the parallel world also needs some kind of medium.After much deliberation, only the broken safety buckle can work.

Could it be that some aura belonging to the other party was left in the safety button?

Xie Tangyan handed him some wild fruits, Wen Shi took a quick bite after washing.He was able to eat in the hospital, indicating that there is no rule to prevent eating outside food.

The damn cuckoo in the dining room continued to make sharp calls. Its call today was a little different. Wen Shi frowned: "I'll go down and have a look."

dining room.

There was nothing on the long table.

There was no plate and no food. The owner of the castle sat in the main seat with a cold face. He never looked away from Wen Shi when he came in. It was frighteningly cold.

Wen Shi tentatively asked, "Today, are you eating air?"

After asking, also feel that this is a bit silly.

The plates and food were not properly prepared at the same time, the fault of the housekeeper and chef.Wen Shi suddenly thought of something, and stood there in embarrassment for a moment.

Could it be...

God bless it's not...

"ah"

The tragic howl came from some distance away from the dining room. The sound became smaller as it spread, but the heart-piercing feeling could still be felt.

"Ah-ah-ah-"

Another different voice, but with the same vibrato.

Yesterday, went to help the chef to quietly steal the tableware, and still vividly remember the scenes of communicating with the housekeeper several times.

Wen Shi lowered his head, pretended to be calm and said, "Someone is sick? Why not let them take a day off."

The owner of the castle sneered.

Wen Shi: "...There should be annual leave here, right?"

Snapped.

The owner of the castle patted the table without warning, Wen Shi subconsciously stood up straighter, but his head was still lowered.

For the earl, who has always been elegant, to slap the table, it shows that the other party's endurance is really about to reach its limit.

The air was eerily silent for a moment.

Wen Shi couldn't help being distracted, thinking that the other party's wardrobe must be very big, and there were no heavy clothes.Yesterday's expensive clothes were replaced by a dark brown lapel windbreaker. The owner of the castle stepped on a pair of black leather boots and held his murderous weapon scepter openly.

After a long time, the owner of the castle finally answered his previous proposal: "Eastern dinner is a must."

These six words seemed to pop out from between the teeth, and they contained deep hatred.

Wen Shi knew the deep-seated reason behind it, the food contains the rules of death, and no food means that the rules are abolished.

But when things have come to this, who can be blamed?

Who said that there are not many people eating in the castle, and there is only one chef. If one more person is recruited, wouldn't this trouble be solved?

Thinking about it, he pretended to be concerned and said, "I'll go and have a look."

Walking all the way to the kitchen, the chef was clutching his stomach in pain and fell to the ground. The plate was broken and the butler was lying diagonally opposite.He whined like a puppy.

Wen Shi carefully walked around the debris on the ground.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the chef barely opened one eye. He was still holding a leg of lamb dripping with blood. The stench all over his body was more like a butcher.Chefs like to deal with raw meat food every day, and they prefer to develop 'allergens' and add them to food according to certain rules.

Whenever a diner accidentally hit an allergen and fell to the ground in pain, he would dance happily.

This is a little game for chefs to entertain themselves.

It's a pity that he can't be happy now.

Waking up this morning, the chef felt a pain in his stomach, and it has not subsided until now, and the pain is still intensifying. He can smell a strange fragrance that seems to be exuding from his skin.

"Help, help me up," the chef said with difficulty, "...I can still do it."

It's all like this, but he still insists on harming others. Wen Shi gave him a thumbs up and praised him: "What a disabled and strong guy."

He supported the chef, who had just picked up the kitchen knife, but his waist hurt so badly that he couldn't stand up.

The chef threw the leg of lamb directly into the pot tremblingly: "Water..."

Wen Shi went to pick up the water, and helped the butler on the ground together: "Are you okay?"

The butler grabbed his sleeve instead: "Yes, is that you?"

After contacting the doctor yesterday, the owner said he was dirty.

"It's not mine, don't talk nonsense." Wen Shi reflexively pushed the person back to the ground.

It was obviously the pot of the mutated pomegranate flower.

After calming down, he realized that the reaction was too big, and comforted the other party again: "Hold on."

Wen Shi took a pot of water and poured it into the pot, helped the chef stew the meat, and said while skimming off the blood foam, "If you want to find the responsible party, you have to find the pomegranate flowers in the cursed flower field."

After adding an appropriate amount of warm water, Wen Shi smashed the deodorized ingredients into pieces and stewed them together.

The poor housekeeper couldn't find the culprit, and had to perform his job, pointing at something in the corner with a trill: "Thank you for catching the nasty thief."

It was a small palace-style lantern. It was supposed to be handed over to Wen Shi himself, but he couldn't hold it anymore.

"Recently, there are occasional, inexplicable, power outages in the castle...You can take this with you when you go out."

"Little Lantern: A lighting tool that doesn't need fuel and stays on forever."

The housekeeper held his breath and said a neat sentence: "These damned thieves, why are they all staring at the studio?"

Wen Shi immediately became alert, realizing that he had been waiting for the key clue to come, and when the side mission was completed, he specifically reminded him to communicate with the housekeeper.He quickly followed the conversation and asked, "Have you lost anything else in the studio?"

"A few years ago...ah—"

The butler really couldn't stand the colic, and couldn't say what he needed to say.

Wen Shi suddenly felt that the npcs were also quite pitiful, they couldn't control their personal will, and they had to follow the plot step by step when the pain became like this.

Thinking of not doing his job well today, the housekeeper's eyes almost got wet: "Master."

Wen Shi: "You have a work-related injury, and the Earl will be responsible."

The butler asked hopefully, "Really?"

Wen Shi: "..."

The maid brought two painkillers.

The butler managed to relax after eating, took a short break and said, "A few years ago, the master poured his heart and soul into painting a figure painting. The woman in the painting can be said to be unique in the world. The master also loves this painting very much, sayingIn the future, we will use this as the standard to find the perfect bride."

Speaking of this, the housekeeper let out a heavy sigh: "After that, many strange things happened in the castle, sometimes there were strange noises at night, and the packed things fell to and fro the next day, and everyone couldn't rest well.Later, the owner simply asked us to move out, and not long after, the painting disappeared inexplicably."

"If the painting can be recovered, the master should not be obsessed with the wedding anymore."

Looking for paintings, isn't that the same as looking for a real bride?

"Do you remember what was so special about that painting?"

If he wanted to survive, Wen Shi had to find out where the real bride's weakness was as soon as possible.

"Special?" The butler seemed a little puzzled by his statement, "Is it particularly beautiful?"

"..."

The housekeeper once again emphasized the beauty of the woman in the painting: "At first, the owner wanted to frame the painting, but he couldn't find a suitable frame. Later, he exhausted his mind to find materials, and hired the most powerful craftsmen to create a painting that can be matched with the painting.Comparable frame."

Wen Shi's heart skipped a beat. The key to controlling the monster also lies in the picture frame, so it makes sense.

"Is the frame still there?"

"Just locked in the attic."

Wen Shi tentatively said, "I want to take a look at that picture frame."

Butler: "Help me up, I'll take you there."

Passing by Peng Lu and Luo Xiao's room, the housekeeper didn't seem to smell the pungent bloody smell, and complained blindly: "Young people are really not polite now, they don't know how to say hello before leaving, and they make a mess of the room."

Wen Shi tentatively asked, "The red liquid on the wall..."

"It's a prank, it hasn't happened before," the housekeeper said calmly, "The bloody water from slaughtered sheep was stolen from the kitchen by ungrateful strangers and spilled everywhere."

"..." Wen Shi had nothing to say.

The attic is on the top floor of the castle.

Said to support, Wen Shi almost carried the person all the way up.

The butler unlocked the door with a bronze key.

There is only one small window in the attic, and the sunlight that comes in is sparse and pitiful.

"It's all here, it's all the master's precious collection."

None of the collections are conventional works of art. On the three-tiered iron-cast shelf directly in front, torture instruments are placed in every compartment.Some are mottled in color, and the dark red part is not known to be blood or rust.

The pain came and went, but the housekeeper resisted the discomfort and pointed him to the wall on the side.

If he hadn't pointed it out specifically, Wen Shi probably wouldn't have used this thing as a picture frame.

On top of the square picture frame, there is an extra side lining with an upward angle, and the fracture is polished and smooth, like a guillotine about to fall.

When Wen Shi got closer, he realized that the frame was really thick, the material between stone and blunt iron, at least a few dozen kilograms.At that time, the picture frame in the book would hurt your hands, Luo Xiao relied on props and blood pools to succeed, the "true face of Lushan Mountain" in this picture frame is probably even more terrifying.

When the painkiller expired, the butler suddenly covered his stomach and looked towards the door, calling excitedly, "Master..."

Wen Shi belatedly realized that the owner of the castle was coming, and the other party stood at a very tricky angle, ensuring that he was in the shadow of the iron frame, which represented his characteristic of aversion to sunlight.

"Master—vomit—" the housekeeper vomited out, he didn't have the ability to ripen seeds like the blood bride, and his physique was not strong enough. He struggled and said too many words before, and now he has explained everything that needs to be explained, the huge stone in his heartLanding on the ground, the discomfort in the body was more thoroughly revealed.

The butler continued to speak persistently: "Master—vomit—"

Wen Shi: "Master."

The clear voice was sexy because of certain words, the butler was surprised and tilted his head.

Wen Shi: "I called for you, you're welcome."

He really didn't want to face another pile of vomit.

The owner of the castle looked cold and frightening: "Back off."

The butler covered his mouth and rushed out.

When he saw the picture frame, the coldness in the expression of the owner of the castle dissipated a little. He didn't mention the butler's impoliteness. After staring at the picture frame for a while, he said:

"Doctor, I miss the lost paintings very much. Those useless strangers are gone, I can only ask you to help me find the bride."

Wen Shi was quite active: "How can I help?"

"Let her come to the attic, and I will wait for her here."

Wen Shi said exaggeratedly: "With all due respect, your strength is unmatched by ordinary people, as long as you do it yourself..."

The owner of the castle interrupted: "I love her free soul."

"..." Then let go!

Wen Shi will not say if he is looking for death, he has already received the notification tone:

"Main Quest Generated"

"Main task: Find the real bride

As a doctor, you are left to help, please let the owner of the castle get his wish as soon as possible, leave the castle, Frank Hospital needs you!

Tip: Real brides miss the old days, and occasionally think of the past"

"I will do my best to make your wish come true." Wen Shi promised.

The owner of the castle nodded casually, still looking at the picture frame, his eyes glued to the upper part of the 'guillotine', after a long time, he said slowly: "It's best."