infinite danger

Chapter 183 Who will open the door?

"Lemon and I lived in the second room last night, and we didn't look over there when we went out." Shu'er crossed his legs, looked sideways at the novice girl: "Qi Yu, did you go over there today? "

Qi Yu, who lived in the first room, shook his head: "Me neither."

Ji Swei thought for a while, and then asked, "Who lives in the third room?"

"That novice boy, who dyed his hair blue." Shu'er tapped the table lightly: "Last night, there were only five of us on the first floor, and the fourth room was empty."

Ji Siwei nodded: "The novice boy hasn't shown up today?"

Lemon said, "Not yet."

The tall man was a little impatient, and snorted coldly: "You have been talking for a long time, what exactly do you want to say?"

At this time, two veterans came down from upstairs, and everyone was already there except for the novice boys.

"That novice may have had an accident." Ji Siwei stood up: "Anyone who is interested can follow me to the third room."

"Hey, why do we listen to a brat?" The tall man looked at the little puppet held by Ji Siwei, and shook his head: "You have to bring a doll with you when you enter the dungeon, I'm afraid you haven't been weaned..."

Before he finished speaking, a black shadow flew out from Ji Siwei's sleeve.

"call out--"

A sharp black knife grazed the tall man's shoulder and nailed it into the sofa. The blade swayed slightly, making a slight hum.

The tall man's brain went blank, and cold sweat fell on his forehead instantly. He slid his Adam's apple uneasily, feeling that his arm had lost feeling.

The hall was dead silent, and everyone turned their attention to Ji Siwei.

He was wearing a neat little suit, was wearing a tie meticulously, and there was a sneer on his lips. Compared with that unrealistically beautiful face, the hostility and indifference between his eyebrows and eyes were more surprising, which made them ignore He's just a "kid".

Their gazes didn't seem to have any effect on Ji Siwei. He gracefully walked up to the tall man, held the handle of the black knife, and said slowly: "I can ignore your rudeness, but it doesn't mean I have no bottom line. Next time I speak Before that, go through your head first."

Ji Siwei's tone was not serious from the beginning to the end, but the tall man felt like falling into an ice cellar, and an inexplicable fear emerged from the bottom of his heart, so that when Ji Siwei drew his knife, he tightly closed his eyes.

Ji Siwei chuckled, put away the black knife, glanced at everyone, and walked towards the corridor.

The eight-tailed cat glanced at the tall man with pity, and turned to follow behind Ji Siwei—this man must not know that when he said that stupid sentence, he had already angered the little puppet. If Ji Siwei hadn't made a move, his situation would be even more dangerous .

The pressure disappeared, the tall man was relieved, and the blood in his arm began to flow.

The eyes of the other taskers were full of astonishment. Who would have thought that this little Zhengtai usually looked gentle and innocent, but his skills and courage were so powerful.

If it doesn't make a sound, it's a blockbuster.

Qin Lin looked at the crowd and said in a low voice, "Follow me and take a look?"

"Of course." Shu'er raised his eyes slightly, stood up with a smile, straightened his skirt, and said to himself, "Little Huya is really surprising, this dungeon is starting to become interesting."

The tall man came back to his senses, realized that he had been intimidated by a "hair boy", and walked towards the stairs with a livid face.

Qin Lin looked at his back and frowned: "Do you leave him alone?"

"Everyone is an adult now, and he's not a novice." An old hand said casually, "You won't be so free as to meddle in other people's lives, will you?"

Qin Lin shrugged: "That's right, let's go and see what's in the third room."

Several people gathered in front of the door of the third room, looking at the large area of ​​red graffiti on the door, their faces were not very good-looking.

"What is this thing, abstract art? It's painted over with something."

The man in the black hat touched the door, and Shu'er held down his wrist: "Are you crazy?"

The man in the black hat withdrew his hand resentfully: "Don't be too nervous, it's broad daylight, what can you do?"

"Then do whatever you want." Shu'er withdrew her hand, turned to look at Ji Siwei: "Little Huya, tell me about your discovery."

"It was drawn with a crayon." Ji Siwei said methodically, "I saw a crayon on the ground last night. On the opposite side of the door, there is a crayon graffiti, which is very similar to the painting on the door."

Ji Siwei turned around and pointed to the wall: "This morning, that crayon drawing became a landscape painting."

Qin Lin said: "Is it possible that the waiter felt that the crayon drawing was not suitable for the atmosphere here, and changed it this morning?"

"This possibility is not ruled out, but the reason may not be that simple." Ji Siwei said, "I think the painting on the door was drawn by the little boy who appeared in the corridor last night."

Hearing this, Lemon rubbed his bristling arm: "I think Huya's guess is right! Last night I heard a 'rustling' sound, very similar to the sound of painting the door with crayons!"

"That little boy can't be..." An old hand lowered his voice: "A ghost?"

In dungeons, supernatural events often occur, and veterans are more or less psychologically prepared.

Only Qi Yu was taken aback by his words: "Is there still such a thing here?"

The veteran said quietly: "There are, and sometimes there are more than one."

The blood on Qi Yu's face suddenly faded, and his palms began to feel cold.

Shu'er glared at the veteran angrily: "Don't scare the novice, you are responsible for scaring people stupid?"

The veteran laughed dryly and didn't speak again.

Qin Lin: "Never mind what that little boy is, I just want to know, why did he graffiti on the door?"

Ji Siwei: "Open this door, and the answer will be revealed naturally."

Qin Lin smiled: "The question is, who will open the door?"

No one wants to be this early bird, the crayon graffiti on the door is so weird, if some strange conditions are triggered when the door is opened, wouldn't it be cool.

For a moment no one spoke.

"This kind of dangerous thing is naturally left to the NPC." Ji Siwei turned his face and asked casually: "Can someone go to the housekeeper, just say that we are worried about the safety of our companions, and ask him to come and open the door."

The man in the black hat accidentally met Ji Siwei's gaze, and subconsciously said, "I'll go."

Until the housekeeper came to open the door, the taskers were still a little dazed, always feeling that Huya's method and attitude to solve the problem were beyond the norm.

Out of fear of dungeons, ordinary questers have always been a little in awe of NPCs. They have never seen any questers order NPCs so naturally.

Everyone's nerves tensed as the door opened, for fear that something terrible would come out of it.

"A lot of blood!!" Qi Yu screamed, and threw herself into Shu'er's arms, trembling all over.

"Don't be afraid." Shu'er calmly patted her on the back: "There isn't even a corpse, it's just a small scene."

The smell of blood overflowed from the room, there was no one on the bed, there was a large bloodstain on the mirror opposite the bed, and the white carpet was soaked red by blood, forming a strange shape.

Looking at it from a distance, it looks like a withered claw.

"Misters and ladies, breakfast is ready, please move to the restaurant for dinner later."

The butler turned a blind eye to this tragic scene, and didn't even frown, as if he didn't care about the safety of the guests, leaving these words and left.

Lemon is a relatively timid old hand. Looking at the back of the butler leaving, he whispered, "Isn't the butler's reaction too strange?"

"Don't you still want the NPC to solve the case for you?" The man in the black hat said, "The person is gone, and there is no body. What's going on?"

They had many questions in their minds, but no one took a step forward.

An old hand said: "Don't get too deep into it, I think it's almost done, how about going to have breakfast first?"

Another missionary echoed: "The probability of someone having an accident on the first night is very high. If you die, you will die. Let's not take another life to go in."

Just when they started to shrink back, Ji Siwei walked into the room without saying a word.

The eight-tailed cat followed him slowly.

The back view of one person and one cat is very relaxed, it feels like walking in a garden.

Shu'er patted Qi Yu's shoulder lightly: "I want to go into the room and have a look."

Qi Yu gritted his trembling teeth: "I dare not go in, I will wait for you outside the door."

The opinions of the taskers began to diverge, some advocated to go in, and some wanted to leave.

Shu'er expressed his attitude indifferently: "If you don't want to go in, just leave, no one is forcing you, don't force you here. However, if someone wants to sit back and enjoy the benefits, then I'm really sorry, we will not share clues with counselors. "

"Let's go." One of the veterans sneered: "We don't care about your clues."

In the end, only Shu'er and Qin Lin entered the room. Qi Yu and Lemon did not dare to enter but did not leave, standing outside the door waiting for them.

"Little Huya, did you find anything?" Shu'er asked.

Ji Siwei stood in front of the full-length mirror, only [-] centimeters away from the blood on the ground. He raised his chin and motioned them to look at the mirror: "There are four fingerprints on the mirror."

There is a pair of very eye-catching bloody handprints on the mirror. The second pair of handprints is lighter, a little gray, and incomplete. It looks like it was left by pressing the mirror with bare hands. You need to observe carefully to find it.

Shu'er frowned, and analyzed: "The size of these two handprints is different, and they were left by different people."

"That's right." Ji Siwei lowered his eyelashes, and his penetrating eyes fell on the faint handprints: "The bloody handprints were left by a novice, and the blood on the carpet is also his, and the second handprints are from the mirror. The 'person' presses."

Qin Lin didn't keep up with his thinking, and asked instead: "How can you be sure?"

Ji Siwei glanced at Qin Lin, but didn't speak.

This look made Qin Lin feel... as if he had asked a particularly stupid question.

Seeing that Qin Lin really didn't understand, Ji Siwei explained: "The orientations of the two handprints are different."

Qin Lin suddenly realized: "Why didn't I think of such a simple question!"

Qin Lin smiled awkwardly, and as soon as he lowered his head, he found Ji Siwei's eyes became colder.

"What's wrong?" Qin Lin was a little apprehensive.

Ji Siwei said hoarsely, "The person in the mirror is in this room."