Please draw your way of death

Chapter 88 Murder and Arson

The wooden house is not too big, it can be roughly divided into three areas, daily life area, bedroom, and studio.

Just as Meng Qishu thought, the environment inside the house was really messy, he followed Ning Mian to the direction of the studio, kicking a lot of miscellaneous small objects along the way.

Sometimes it's a paintbrush, sometimes it's a tube of paint, and what's even more outrageous is that some unfinished paintings are scattered on the ground in a mess, which makes people's hearts tremble.

But it was obviously something on the wall inside the studio that gave Meng Qishu a fatal blow to his heart.

Similar to the one depicted in "The Moon and Sixpence", bright and bold lines cover every wall and spread to the roof.

Because the range that the flame can illuminate is too small, Meng Qishu can't see the whole picture of the whole painting, and can only look at a small part of this huge work at close range.

"The window is sealed and cannot be opened." Ning Mian finally touched the window from the door. She wanted to open the window to let in the light, but found that the window was nailed firmly by someone.

Hearing this, Meng Qishu gave up the half-studied mural, and came to Ning Mian Shengsheng in a few steps. He put his hand on the tightly closed window and pushed hard, but the window really didn't move.

"Under this environment, can Omi Lande really draw well?" Meng Qishu withdrew his hand, and looked around the small space with the light of the flames on the card.

What is the difference between being dark, closed, and disorganized, and drawing without lighting?

"It doesn't matter whether Omelande can draw or not," Ning Mian said at the end, with a serious tone, "The important thing is how the player can draw a qualified work in complete darkness."

There are no electric lights in the town, is it possible that every time you come in, you have to come in with a fire?

But this studio is full of flammable items, not to mention that in the dungeon information, the house was destroyed by fire.

It's hard to say whether flame is one of the conditions to trigger the opportunity of death.

In the case of limited information, the conclusions that players can draw seem to be pitiful.

The two searched around the studio and found no other valuable clues, so they discussed to leave first, and then finish the final painting task after comprehending the meaning of Na Laoshizi's "Moon and Sixpence".

However, the studio didn't have extra canvases for painting, which Meng Qishu didn't expect. He originally thought that if conditions allowed, he could take this opportunity to try it out.

Yes, conditions do not allow, no such opportunity.

When leaving house 520, there are not many players left.

After saying hello to Mu Heng and Wen Shi who were still staying around the house busy observing the situation, the two walked down the mountain.

It is estimated to be one o'clock in the morning. Looking down from the hillside, the whole town is shrouded in darkness, like a monster lurking in the dark, giving people a feeling of numbness for no reason.

But after all, it has the horror atmosphere that a dungeon should have.

Meng Qishu groped down in the darkness with one hand in his pocket, his gaze swept back and forth on the houses in the small town not far away, and he turned his gaze to Ning Mian who was behind him and said, "Have you noticed that the town at night is the same as the Compared with the daytime, there seems to be something different."

But what exactly is different, he can't say for a while.

A sense of tranquility, a sense of oppression, a sense of closure...

Is it just because there is no light?

"Perhaps, it's a little different." Ning Mian's low voice sounded, giving people a sense of peace for no reason, "The town at night seems to be more in line with a certain condition in the dungeon information."

"Isolated from the world."

There is no boat traffic, no trade prosperity, and... no life.

There was no wind at night, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze, giving off a nasty smell of hot flashes.

Meng Qishu covered his mouth and nose with his hand, frowned and continued walking, analyzing the information contained in Ning Mianzhong's words in his mind.

Since the system is 100% sure that the copy information is correct, then the word "isolated" must have its corresponding place.

A small town shrouded in darkness... secluded from the world...

Will there be some connection?

Neither of them said anything more, so the air once again fell into a certain atmosphere of silence, leaving only the sound of unhurried footsteps still rushing towards the town.

But when the two were about to step into the small town, a burst of flames burst out from the house not far away, followed by a painful growl.

Meng Qishu stopped walking almost instantly, raised his eyes and swept over there.

I saw a figure wrapped in flames falling from the second floor of a certain house, screaming and rolling on the ground, and his screams echoed within a few miles.

The flame seemed very strange, it only burned around the person, but it ignored the wooden houses that the person had touched, and had no interest in burning it at all.

Meng Qishu took a tight breath, and was about to raise his feet to rush over there, when he saw a figure slowly walking out from behind the fire.

His clothes were tattered and he had a sloppy demeanor. Looking up from the lower body illuminated by the firelight, it was Omeland's face that deserved a beating.

"Did you come down from house 520?" Omelande played with the torch in his hand, and smiled in the direction of Meng Qishu and the two, without the slightest panic of being caught doing something wrong, "It's a coincidence, I just Do something great."

"The big event you mentioned is murder and arson?" When Meng Qishu's eyes moved away from Omelande and turned to the man on the ground, the man had completely stopped moving, as if he hadn't breathed.

He frowned, and seemed a little disgusted with what Omeland had done.

"How could it be murder and arson?" Omilander glanced down at the motionless man at his feet, with a bit of pity in his eyes, and raised his eyes, and when he glanced at Meng Qishu, he even pursed his lips. With a hypocritical smile, "Shouldn't you be punished for failing to complete the first round of tasks assigned by the dungeon? What do you think?"

Meng Qishu couldn't say anything, but he didn't know why, he just looked at Omelande and was very upset.

So he even looked back at Omelande with full hostility, without any intention of hiding it.

Omelande didn't care much about Meng Qishu's reaction. He changed the fire folder in his hand to the other, looked up at the direction of house 520 on the top of the mountain, and murmured: "Sometimes, people have to Go crazy..."

"If you decide not to come back to the top of the mountain in the afternoon," Omelande withdrew his gaze and turned slightly to walk behind him. His eyes were half hidden behind the light of the fire, and he was a little unfathomable. "Guess who died?" Will there be you too?"

As if not expecting a response from the two people behind him, Omelande turned around and left after saying this.

The flashing flames swayed farther and farther away on the small road on the edge of the town, and Omeland's figure gradually shrank from a complete outline to a small spot of light.

Ning Mian finally stepped forward to check the player's condition, but Meng Qishu stood there without moving.

The last look that Omelande gave when he turned around just now seemed to fall lightly on him. Although it was very light, it was as cold as a cold-blooded animal waiting for an opportunity in the dark night.

Meng Qishu couldn't figure out what was in that look, but it didn't mean anything good.

It just so happened that Ning Mianzhong stood up after checking the situation, so he came back to his senses and took two steps in the direction of Ning Mianzhong: "Did you find anything?"

"It was burnt to death, all belongings were burned away, nothing else was found." Ning Mian finally answered concisely.

Except that the chance of death was not completing the first task given by the dungeon, there seemed to be no more valuable news.

Before the two of them could analyze anything, they saw that along the farthest corner of the edge of the town, a mass of raging fire fell from mid-air, like a small meteor, across a short orbit, straight to the sky. to the ground.

The distance was a bit far, and Meng Qishu could only roughly see a small ball of light, but could not hear any other sounds.

After about two to three minutes passed, the light of the light cluster gradually dimmed, but a small light spot beside the light cluster stood out.

As if sensing that someone was looking at him, the little spot of light lifted up and swayed leisurely twice.

"..." Meng Qishu put on a dull face, and said for a while, "Is that Omeland?"

This can make you laugh twice?

Ning Mian nodded and replied without hesitation, "It's Omiland."

Except for the dungeon boss Omeland, there seems to be no one else.

The two stared at the dangling little spot of light silently for two seconds, unanimously decided to ignore it, and went back to sleep.

When they came out of the hotel the next day, the two planned to prepare some painting-related materials first, so they happened to meet Mu Heng and Wen Shi who had the same idea on the way.

The two of Mu Heng came back relatively late last night, and they didn't see the scene where Omeland set fire to people, but they saw the charred corpse near the hotel where they stayed.I happened to meet Meng Qishu, two players who were fairly familiar in the dungeon, so I couldn't help but raise my mouth.

Regarding Mu Heng's question, Meng Qishu didn't hide it, and directly explained to the two of them what Omeland did last night.

Mu Heng had already speculated about the timing of his death, but after hearing Meng Qishu's confirmation, there was nothing unexpected about it.

"After preparing the required materials, do you have any plans for the next step?" Mu Heng asked Meng Qishu and the two beside him with a pile of miscellaneous things in his hand.

Compared with the things in Mu Heng's hands, Meng Qishu's side is obviously not much better.

Ning Mian finally moved the things in her right hand to her left, and then went to get the drawing paper that Meng Qishu had sandwiched between her arms and her chest: "The most important thing now is the meaning of Omeland's phrase 'the moon and sixpence'. I think house 520 may still have clues, we'll go and have a look later."

Mu Heng nodded: "Exactly, I thought so too, so let's go together?"