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Chapter 50 Groundbreaking 07┃ Spring shoots.
Since the NPC has no tasks to explain, everyone's time after breakfast is used to find the seal.
As the old man Li Taiyong's legs and feet are not so good, he temporarily stayed in Wumei Restaurant for tea and waited.
At this time, the remaining 10 people gathered in the courtyard.
Because of the real death that happened last night, those newcomers who entered the painting for the first time were somewhat fatalistic and silent, and at the same time they had a positive instinct to survive.
"Does Xiaomu have any clues?" Qin Ci said first.
Everyone listened very well, but somehow felt that this tall man was not easy.
Mu Yiran looked up at this odd-shaped tube building: "Only by finding clues to the death can the location of the seal be found. From the current situation of 402, the death incident last night coincides with the fire last year. I don’t know if this is considered a vague law of death."
Obviously more than one person thought of this question, Sha Liu also nodded: "The concierge specially called everyone together to talk about last year's events. I think this may also be a pattern!-After each death event, NPC All will be responsible for explaining the'death template'."
Death template, this statement is very new and very appropriate.
Think about it carefully, this setting of NPC is actually very cruel. When something goes wrong in a certain room, the old porter will stand up and say: The same thing happened in this room years ago, how did that person die back then? , Understand now...
"If everyone in every room will be cursed by the deceased in this room, what we urgently need to solve now is-what kind of murders have happened in their respective rooms before!" Sha Liu was a little excited, and his eyes swept over everyone present. People, "Before looking for the seal, I think this is the first issue that needs to be resolved urgently!"
"However, after the lights are turned off, they are not allowed to stop by. The only person in this room who is finally at risk is the guest in this room!" Xin Miao was talking, and his face was pale at this time-402 residents, now only left She is alone.
Wei Dong couldn't help but comforted Xin Miao: "As long as you don't break the rules, it shouldn't be that miserable... Besides, there has been an incident in your room, so the probability should be lower."
Qiu Lu also quickly picked up Wei Dong's words: "Yes! They had an accident last night because they came to the door! The rules are broken! We just need to remember the concierge's words, don’t come to the door or the floor after the lights are turned off. It's okay!"-Qiu Lu rarely speaks so loudly, at the moment it seems to be emboldening himself.
Chi Tiao is the more realistic one of the three poets: "But every day there are still deaths, as Dr. Qin said yesterday, once there is no death, then everyone will nominate one person..."
Everyone stopped talking.
In the end, Ke Xun said: "From the current situation, there is still no obvious law of death. I think we should not be so ‘smooth’ to go to the meeting to vote."
Mu Yiran glanced at Ke Xun: Are you comforting everyone...
Sha Liu was a little anxious: "Obviously there has been a pattern-the deaths in the room will repeat again! If you carefully observe and analyze, you will find clues in the room! For example, the smoked black walls before 402, then It is an example of death in the past!"
"There has only been one death incident so far, we are not sure that the so-called death template will be staged in this room, and it must be targeted at the tenants in this room." Ke Xun's eyes did not look at the burning Saliu, but glanced at it. A circle of stairs at the four corners, once again lost in thought.
Mu Yiran continued Ke Xun's words: "There was a weird incident where the stairs disappeared last night. This should be closely related to the design of the death last night, so the location of the accident is very large, not limited to the interior of the room; Secondly, in addition to the hard and fast rules of NPC, there must be other death conditions unknown to us. If someone violates the death conditions outside the room and does not return to their own room, will they die in other rooms? Where is the prey of the template?"
Ke Xun looked at Mu Yiran, his gaze had to be more subtle, this big man actually explained the problem for himself? And the content is almost the same as I thought...
"Outside the room? Why do people show up outside the room in the middle of the night?" Qiu Lu thought about this question and found it scary.
Ke Xun glanced at Saliu meaningfully: "The NPC's rule is that you can't walk around the door or take the stairs. That is to say, in addition to the room where you live, a whole circle of corridors on this floor, and this floor The four stairwells and public toilets are all within the legal scope."
Sha Liu didn't care about Ke Xun seeing her own thoughts, but felt that a few smart people made herself more at ease: "In this case, if something happens in a room, and the person who has the accident can escape the room by chance, Then people in other rooms can come to the corridor to help. This is neither a door-to-door nor a stairway, but to help each other within the legal scope!"
Xin Miao was a little excited when he heard this: "Then can I be in the hallway all night? I really dare not go back to the house alone! Tina and they died..."
"If we can stay in the corridor forever, we won't be divided into rooms," Qin Ci corrected the other's thoughts. "The method Sha Liu said should be only a short-term emergency rescue."
Qiu Lu’s reaction was relatively slow. Only then did he understand what Sha Liu said, and hurriedly took up the hand of Xin Miao next to him: "Yes! We girls have no power to bind chickens, and you will still have big men. Help!" As he said, he pulled Xin Miao's hand vigorously, and Xin Miao nodded hurriedly.
Shouzhu comforted the two and said, "Don't worry, we men should protect girls."
Zhu Haowen, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke: "There are no young or old on Huangquan Road, and there are no men and women in this dead apartment. There is no reason for who should take care of others."
Qiu Lu felt a little frustrated in his self-esteem. He glanced at this comfortable-looking Japanese man, but what the other person said was really uncomfortable: "Do you know which cloud is raining? Who can help and who will not? Sure! Just like when we take care of Grandpa Li now, we can go further by supporting each other!"
"If you want to escape now, will you help Grandpa Li behind?" Zhu Haowen asked, "This is Chunsun Apartment, not the so-called Titanic."
Wei Dong quickly patted his roommate: "Come on, don't bother, do you want to understand, what they said is nothing to do with the two of us!" Then he looked at Sha Liu, "We live on the sixth floor, follow The statement that you can't cross floors is tantamount to being isolated by you."
Sha Liu rolled his eyes: "Then let me talk about what weird phenomenon your 616 has. Let's help you figure out a solution first!"
Wei Dong thought for a while. Apart from the headaches and chest tightness in the 616 where he is, he really didn’t find any other weird places: "Our house is quite clean, but I feel stunned, Kerr, you can try it later. ?"
"Okay, Grandpa Li gave me a bottle of Danshen dripping pills just now, and I will hold it up for a while..." Before Ke Xun finished speaking, he heard Zhu Haowen say: "Our house is deformed."
Ke Xun: "Fuck?"
After listening, everyone had different expressions: what was it that was deformed? Do you think this is an apartment-style Transformers?
Mu Yiran stared at Zhu Haowen: "Deformed?"
Zhu Haowen nodded: "I started looking for seals as soon as I entered the house last night, so I remember the approximate location and angle of the room. After waking up in the morning, the outer wall of the room tilted slightly inward, and many were placed on the wall. The positions of the items have all moved slightly, and the angle between the wall and the ground is no longer the standard 90 degrees, it seems to be changing at an acute angle."
Many people digested it for a while before they understood what Zhu Haowen said.
Wei Dong was the most surprised. He didn’t expect that the person sharing the house with him was a difficult person. He wanted to say "Brothers will rely on you in the future", but he was afraid that the other party would come back with "No brothers in Chunsun apartment". Say something.
Mu Yiran said: "We'd better go back to our respective rooms and check them again, think about the difference from last night, and look for seals in the room by the way-gather at the restaurant during lunch to collect the changes or abnormalities in the room. Meeting to discuss."
Everyone thought it made sense, and Zhu Haowen also nodded.
Ke Xun and Mu Yiran returned to 411 again. The fourth floor is the floor with the most residents in the team. In addition to 411, there are also 410 where Sha Liu and Qiu Lu live, and 402 where only Xin Miao lives.
If the range of activities is limited to this floor, Ke Xun and Mu Yiran are undoubtedly the best on this floor in terms of physical strength and responsiveness. The other three are all women. In Qiu Lu’s words: Obviously they need to be protected. Object.
Sha Liu said a lot just now, but actually wanted to bring the topic to this.
Ke Xun didn't think too much about this. If he really saw his companions being in danger, he would never stand idly by-this point didn't need anyone to remind and emphasize.
"Do you know anything about the artist and this painting?" Ke Xun turned on the electric fan, and the door and small windows of the house were also opened, which allowed some air to circulate in the sultry room.
Mu Yiran carefully observed the corners of the room and did not seem to find any difference from last night, especially when he checked the angle between the wall and the ground, there was nothing wrong.
""Breaking the Ground" is not a painting."
"Don't tell me, this is actually a horror movie." Ke Xun faced the electric fan, his voice spreading out in a circular and illusory manner.
Mu Yiran paused and finished his own words: ""Break the Ground" is not a single painting, but a series of works. It tells about the author's growing environment when he was young. The 12 paintings are all very life-rich works. "
"12 pictures?"
"The earth-breaking series consists of 12 paintings in total. The paintings include street scenes, food stalls, and barbershops of the author's childhood life, all recording the lives of ordinary people."
"Is there any mention of Chunsun Apartment? Or a cylinder building like this?" Ke Xun asked.
"I haven't studied those 12 paintings seriously. Compared with the magical realism paintings of the painter Lopin, these 12 paintings are too real and seem ordinary." Several famous paintings of the painter emerged in Mu Yiran's mind. , Are often full of mystery and grotesque colors, but there are profound social and historical significance behind them.
"Did you see any scenes before entering the painting?" Ke Xun tried to remember what he saw at the time, "such as electric fans or kids jumping rubber bands."
"I can't see as many as you. Except for the "Breaking Earth" label in the corner of the painting, I vaguely saw one in the whirlpool of the painting..." Mu Yiran frowned, and felt that the image was strange and even funny. : "A bamboo shoot."
"Bamboo shoots?" Ke Xun really didn't remember that he had seen anything related to bamboo shoots after he came to the apartment. "Bamboo shoots, are they related to the Chunsun apartment?"
Mu Yiran did not answer, but stared at the old-fashioned writing desk in front of him: "A word is engraved on this desk."
"An early character?" Ke Xun also walked over, seeing that there was indeed a character engraved on his desk—gui, as if it had been engraved with a ballpoint pen, because there were obvious traces of ultramarine.
The characters are carved very deeply, and I don’t know how long they have been repeatedly portrayed with a fragile ballpoint pen. Every stroke is deeply carved into the table. It is conceivable that the writing person has a strong desire and even hatred.