Heartthrobs engage in bosses in escape games [Unlimited Streaming]

"This statue was made by the master in order to worship the gods, and the paint is not dry yet. If it is accidentally damaged and the master is angered, bad things will happen." The housekeeper said in a condensed voice, There seemed to be a little panic in the tone.

"I'll just take a look."

Stared at by the housekeeper's fiery gaze, Yan Shaoqing consciously withdrew his hand.

Under the gaze of the butler, who never looked away, he walked up the stairs, carefully observing every scene he passed by.

I didn't notice it when I looked at it from a distance, but when I got closer, I realized that the surrounding snow-white walls were not very smooth, and there were some irregular relief-like patterns on it, arranged in a mess, and upon closer inspection, some of them looked like staggered human figures.

Those human figures crawled under the white wall paint, with their hands pressed against the wall, and stretched out forcefully, as if they wanted to break through the wall. Even though the white faces couldn't see the expressions, they could feel the force from the distorted body movements. Ferocious and desperate.

Yan Shaoqing quickly climbed to the third floor, and there were long and narrow corridors on the left and right.

Rooms 301 and 302 are located on the right side of the corridor. The area of ​​the rooms is more than five times that of the rooms downstairs, occupying half of the country.

On the walls of the corridor, there are old portraits of people hanging at intervals.

There is such a picture next to the door of Yan Shaoqing's room.

In the painting is a tall and straight man, holding a sword in his right hand, and holding two teenage children in his left arm. The children are about the same height and shape, but it can be distinguished from the clothes that they are a boy and a girl.

For unknown reasons, the faces in the painting were all painted out with red paint, and there were scarlet patches hanging around the neck, like splashed blood droplets, which made people feel chills down the spine.

"These portraits are really creepy to look at."

Nangongque stared at a painting next to her room door, which was different from Yan Shaoqing's. There was only a girl in a long white dress holding a bouquet of budding lilies in front of her chest. The position of her head was the same. Covered with red paint.

"Brother Yan." Nangong Que said enthusiastically, "After dinner, shall we stroll around the house together?"

Yan Shaoqing thought for a while and replied, "The risk factor shouldn't be too high at the beginning of the game. Let's explore separately for now, which will be more efficient."

After forming a team, the system issued a notice that players in the same group may not act together for the past three days, but the key information obtained will be shared at any time.

"OK then."

Nangong Que pursed her lips, happily took out the key, and went straight into her room.

Yan Shaoqing looked at the door on the opposite side which was quickly closed, and stood in front of his own door, took out the copper key, and inserted it into the keyhole covered with fine ash. The key turned slightly to the right, making a toothache "squeak" "Voice.

Push open the door, press the switch of the ceiling light, and the scene in the house will appear in front of you.

The room was not very popular, obviously it had been idle for a long time, but it seemed that someone had cleaned it in advance, it was clean and tidy.

There is a round wall clock on the wall opposite the door, and the time shows that it is past 8 o'clock in the evening.

The first room you enter is the spacious bedroom.

In the middle of the bedroom is a large three-meter-wide bed, and a rectangular red-lacquered wooden table opposite the bed.

The wooden table was about two meters long and only half a meter wide. The inner edge was close to the wall, and even the thick red paint was scratched onto the snow-white wall.

On the left and right sides of the wooden table, there is a bronze-colored incense burner. A few slender and misty reddish smoke emerges from the holes in the top of the stove, filling the room, exuding a faint pine aroma, mixed with There was a faint smell of blood.

There is also a portrait bust hanging on the wall above the wooden table, right in the middle of the table.

The man in the painting is wearing a black dress in the style of the Republic of China, and wears an emerald ring on his right index finger. Although the part above the neck has not been painted with red paint, there is a mass of thick black ink on the face, covering the man's facial features , like a dark cloud before a rainstorm.

There is a red lacquered wooden chair on the outside of the wooden table. Sitting on the chair, looking up, the line of sight is no more than half a meter away from the face in the painting. Although separated by a cloud of black mist, it makes people feel like being stared at by the man in the painting. illusion.

In addition to the bedroom, there is an independent bathroom, toilet, cloakroom and study in the house.

There are several two-meter-high double-opening large wardrobes in the cloakroom, which are full of men's clothing, the same size, and various styles. It seems to be left by the people who lived in this room before.

Although the man in the painting opposite the bed has no face, since the portrait is hung in this room, it is very likely that it is the original owner here.

Yan Shaoqing wanted to see if there were any clothes of the same style as the person in the painting in the cloakroom, but just as he looked through two closets, there was a knock on the door.

Opening the door, the butler is standing outside the door, and there is a red three-tiered trolley next to it. There are four round silver dinner plates on the first layer, covered with semicircular lids with metal waving hands. I can't see what's inside.

There are three dinner plates on the second and third floors of the cart, adding up to a total of ten, exactly equal to the number of players.

The butler took out a dinner plate from the trolley, held it steady with his left hand, slightly nodded at Yan Shaoqing, and said respectfully, "Sir, your dinner is ready."

In the escape game, unless there is a special hunger limit, the player will not feel hungry even if they don't eat anything, but Yan Shaoqing is a little curious about what the housekeeper made.

Coupled with the tone of the housekeeper's voice in the stairwell, eating tonight may not trigger the death condition, but if you don't eat, you may die.

He reached out to take the dinner plate, but the butler leaned his arm back, avoided it, walked straight into the room, and gently placed the dinner plate in the middle of the slender red table opposite the bed.

"My master doesn't like guests breaking the rules during the meal." The butler said in a deep voice, pinching two fingers on the metal handle on the top of the dinner plate through the white gloves, "So, please be sure to eat at the table .”

With a slight lift of the finger, the metal cover was lifted, revealing the contents of the plate.

Six buns the size of an adult man's fist were stacked together like white petals.

In the middle of the folds of each bun, there is a fingernail-sized red dot with cinnabar, which is bright red and gorgeous.

Yan Shaoqing's eyes were fixed, the food on the plate was not eaten by ordinary people, it was more like a tribute specially used to sacrifice to ghosts and gods.

The bright light in the room shone on the silver dinner plate, like a bright mirror, even the bust portrait hanging on the wall was reflected in it, the black fuzzy figure shrouded the pale space, revealing An indescribable trembling.

Not long after the steamed stuffed bun was steamed, white water vapor emerged, which quickly merged with the reddish mist from the incense burners on both sides, coiling in front of the portrait.

The flowing fog distorted the surrounding air, and the people in the painting seemed to move accordingly, as if they would float out of the paper at any time, appearing in the mist like a mirage.

Yan Shaoqing glanced at the painting on the wall, and felt that although the man in the painting was ominous, it gave off a sense of familiarity.

"Who is the person in this painting?" Yan Shaoqing asked, "The original occupant of this room?"

"No." The butler put away the silver cover, buckled it to his side, and said slowly, "It's the portrait of my master."

The housekeeper had always called him Master before, but this time he called him Master. I don't know if it was a simple slip of the tongue or something else.

"Then why was his face blackened?"

This question seemed to have touched some kind of taboo, the housekeeper's face darkened, he remained silent, his eyes inadvertently looked towards Yan Shaoqing's right back, and immediately took it back.

"It's just the master's preference." The butler said in a deep voice, "Today's dinner is specially ordered by the master to prepare for all the guests who come from afar. Please be sure to taste it."

The butler politely exited the room after giving instructions, put the useless silver lid back into the dining car, closed the door for Yan Shaoqing from the outside, turned around and pushed the car to the door of 302, bent his white-gloved index finger, He knocked on the opposite door again.

Yan Shaoqing stood in front of the table, thought for a moment, then sat on the red lacquered wooden chair, took out a warm steamed bun from the silver plate, instead of eating it himself, turned sideways and raised his head, and handed the steamed stuffed bun to the table. In front of the dead ghost within one meter beside him.

"Lian, do you want to eat?" Yan Shaoqing raised his hand and brought it closer, his eyes were sincere.

The male ghost who was renamed Ryan was slightly stunned and shook his head silently.

"My dear ghost brother, can you say a few more words?"

Yan Shaoqing put the buns back on the silver plate with his backhand. His patience with this follower and boring ghost had reached its limit, so he decided to give him a love education.

"Look, I was timid at first, and when I was playing horror escape games, I was accompanied by a silent ghost who always stared at me with cold eyes. If I didn't know that you were the guardian spirit, I would have thought where did you come from? Wronged souls and ghosts are looking for my life." Yan Shaoqing lamented, resting his right hand on his forehead, physically and mentally exhausted, "If this continues, I didn't die from the game, I'm afraid I was scared to death by you first."

Ryan was silent for a second, his bloodless lips parted slightly, and finally said a three-character scripture.

"say what?"

"Tell me what you think about this game so far." Yan Shaoqing tapped the table with his fingertips, and sympathized with Ryan, "Although your intelligence is not very high, only 25, but when combined with mine, at least It's over a hundred."

"Do you think this bun looks like it was used for sacrifices? Maybe it's more suitable for you to eat than mine." Yan Shaoqing turned around jokingly, and was sitting at the table, looking up at the paintings hanging on the wall, " Do you feel that this table is like an altar for sacrificial offerings, and we players sitting in front of the table are like offerings on the altar."

Following Yan Shaoqing's movements, Ryan also glanced at the portrait, his eyes dimmed, and he replied noncommittally: "The game has just started, and there are too few clues, so we will find out soon."

"Then what do you think..." Yan Shaoqing propped his right hand on the table, leaned forward, leaned towards Ryan, and the hanging reverse cross pendant dangled under his neck, "Do I look like a demon believer?"

Yan Shaoqing once tried to put the reverse cross pendant into the system space, but he failed, which shows that this item is indeed a token of the demon believer.

Ryan's eyes darkened, and he asked back: "The system didn't give any clear hints?"

"It would be great if there was a reminder. I won't be so entangled now. I don't even know which main task I should do." Yan Shaoqing grabbed a bun casually, bit it bitterly, and swallowed it suddenly, with an expression on his face. Very depressed, "Although the system said that the reverse cross is a symbol of a devil believer, it didn't say clearly that the player holding the reverse cross in his hand must be a devil believer."

Ryan did not comment on this, but shifted his gaze to the half of the steamed bun that was still stuck to Yan Shaoqing's mouth. The steamed stuffed bun was filled with delicate red bean paste, black and red and soft.

"Didn't you say that this is a steamed stuffed bun for sacrifice?"

"Eat what you should eat." Yan Shaoqing turned to the man in the painting, chewed carefully, smiled lightly, and began to be a competent eater, "I can't, even the value of the sacrifice is lost."

After eating a bun, he went to the toilet to wash his handles, and when he came out, he heard a slight rubbing sound from the door near the corridor.

A piece of letter paper folded into a rectangular shape was stuffed into the crack of the door. The blood-red distorted writing penetrated from the inside to the back, lying alone on the red carpet.

Yan Shaoqing immediately walked over to pick up the letter paper on the ground, opened the door, and looked outside.

The corridor was dimly lit, and there was no one on either side.

It was only a few seconds, and it disappeared quite quickly.

After closing the door again, Yan Shaoqing carefully unfolded the letter paper that was stained with coagulated blood, revealing a few lines of frantically scrawled blood characters.

[Your beauty blooms in the raging fire, like a gorgeous rose in the middle of the night, making gods and ghosts stop, willing to burn with it. 】

The blood used for writing was fresh, not completely dry, with slight scratches from left to right, bright red in color and strong fishy smell, but between the lines, there was a faint smell of corruption and staleness.

"This letter means to burn me to death?" Yan Shaoqing's fingers trembled, and he looked at Ryan for help, "I just joined the game, and I have been keeping a low profile. Who do you think will send me threats? letter?"

Ryan had been by Yan Shaoqing's side all the time, and he saw the blood on the letter for the first time. He raised his hand and gently pinched the corner of the letter paper, a small piece of shallow frost spread on the edge of his fingertips.

"I think it's more of a love letter."

"Really?" Yan Shaoqing pulled out the letter from Ryan's fingertips and moved it to his eyes, "A subtle, perverted and bloody love letter?"

He read a few lines of words in blood from beginning to end again, and there was some meaning in it.

"Burn it." Ryan withdrew his hand and said in a cold tone.