Rubik's Cube Seven Days Dream

Zhou Xuerong raised his head to look at Xu Minglang, and found that the other person was at a loss, and his left hand was still in a motion to open the door.

"Brother, help me untie it." He twisted his body, trying to stand up.

Xu Minglang regained his composure after a while, but instead of looking at Zhou Xuerong, he walked around him and groped the room alone.

He is facing the dressing table, the big bed is on the left, and the living room is connected in the middle. There are everything from the sofa to the coffee table. The floor is covered with silk carpets, which exude an expensive luster under the warm yellow light, reflecting the atmosphere of the whole space. Extraordinary.

But Xu Minglang didn't have the heart to take care of these anymore, the only thing he thought about was how to get out of here.He went straight to the right-hand corner and ran forward.

But the place where the gate was supposed to be is now bare, with only a whole wall covered with dark red embossed wallpaper.

Xu Minglang didn't give up, and ran in the opposite direction. There was only one window in the living room opposite.He opened the window and looked out, but he could only see the boundless night and snow, and he couldn't see the ground at a glance.Apparently the height here didn't allow him to climb out the window.He raised the curtains, checked the sink, searched everywhere he might have hidden a door, but found nothing.

Xu Minglang threw himself into the bed, he had to admit that they fell into a new predicament.Just when he thought he would spend his whole life in the empty city, a new test came to them again.

He could even imagine the people behind the scenes watching them quarreling and questioning, enjoying it like watching a dog blood drama.

Zhou Xuerong stood up with difficulty, sat on the edge of the bed and called softly: "Brother."

Xu Minglang ignored him.

"Brother, let me go, let's find a way out together." Zhou Xuerong rubbed the position of Xu Minglang's calf with his elbow as he said, and put on a flattering smile, "How about it?"

Xu Minglang turned his back to him, even though he didn't want to talk to him anymore, he still had to admit that the current situation was really not the time to lose his temper.Every game is fatal, trapping Zhou Xuerong's hands and feet will kill him.

So he sat up, and loosened the knot for Zhou Xuerong with a blank expression.

Zhou Xuerong still had a smile on his face, just as he was about to say thank you, Xu Minglang had already stood up, went to the dressing table, picked up the clock, looked at it and said: "It's twelve fifteen, it seems that the rules are the same as before, everything is fine. It enters the game at twelve o'clock and ends at six o'clock in the morning."

"We have to hurry up." Without looking up, Xu Minglang grabbed the bottles and cans on the table and pointed in the direction of the living room, "You look for the living room, I'll look for the dressing table and the bathroom. See if there is any clue to get out. "

Zhou Xuerong reached out and touched Xu Minglang's arm, but the other party dodged it all at once, and the two eyes met, feeling a little awkward for a moment.Zhou Xuerong picked up a folded card from the table and said, "Introduction to the hotel."

Now Xu Minglang was even more embarrassed, he couldn't even see such a big piece of paper on the table, and he was still pretending to be very busy...

"Binhai Xinghua Hotel. The earliest five-star hotel in this city, there are translations in three languages ​​on the introduction, it seems that it can entertain foreign guests." Zhou Xuerong looked at the introduction card and said.

Xu Minglang took the fold card and looked at it, skipping the self-selling and boasting parts, looking for the contact information of the hotel.Zhou Xuerong took the first step to pick up the phone, and entered it according to the front desk phone number posted on the side.

"Beep-beep-beep-" The busy speaker sounded for a long time, but no one answered.Xu Minglang was not surprised, and waved his hand to signal the other party to hang up the phone.

"It seems that there are still the two of us in the whole hotel. There is no hope of relying on others." Xu Minglang tried hard not to let his personal emotions affect him, but he was still embarrassed to stare at Zhou Xuerong's face, so he lowered his head, "Do you think this Is it mine, or yours?"

Zhou Xuerong shook his head: "I don't know."

Xu Minglang sat on the bed and said to himself: "If lying to the teacher about forgetting to bring homework is considered a crime, then I should be punished."

Zhou Xuerong clenched her palms tightly.

After Xu Minglang said this, his heart tightened.He realized that Zhou Xuerong was not as innocent as he thought before.It is a certainty that Zhou Xuerong is a serial murderer. It is entirely possible that he will be regarded as "guilty" by the people behind the scenes.In other words, this round might be set up for Zhou Xuerong!

Thinking of this, Xu Minglang was cold from head to toe, and he didn't care about embarrassment. He looked at Zhou Xuerong with eager eyes, and asked, "This room...do you have any impression?"

Zhou Xuerong was still savoring the aftertaste of that glance, pointing to himself: "Me?"

"Ah."

"I've never been here before." Zhou Xuerong asked, "What's wrong?"

Xu Minglang calmed down, waved his hands, and changed the topic: "About this game, I think it might be an 'escape room' type. There is no door here, and our task should be to get out of here."

Zhou Xuerong didn't speak for a while, but suddenly said: "Brother, you were worried about me just now?"

Xu Minglang lowered his eyebrows with a serious expression: "I'm talking about business with you! Don't change the subject."

Zhou Xuerong shut up obediently, and sat gently on the edge of the bed, trying to reduce the sense of presence as much as possible.

"I always feel that this situation is a bit strange." Xu Minglang said, and turned on the bedside wall lamp, "Just now I looked at all the corners of this room, I'm sure there are only the two of us here, Yu Haohuai and Ye Jiawen are not here .”

Zhou Xuerong narrowed his eyes.

"Xiaoye is not here, and her game is over. It is normal that she will not participate in the game. But Yu Haohuai is gone, which is unreasonable." Xu Minglang said.

"Yu Haohuai must be somewhere in this hotel. It's just that he doesn't share a room with us." Zhou Xuerong said.

"You mean, he's in another house? He's trapped like us?"

"Probably."

Xu Minglang felt strange, if things were really as Zhou Xuerong said, then this game would be the first time that people behind the scenes separated them.Although it is a good thing not to have to listen to Yu Hao being suspicious anymore, there is an unspeakable uneasiness in his heart.The so-called abnormality must have a demon, his intuition has always been accurate.

He rubbed his arms through the coat, trying to dispel the uneasy feeling, and told himself not to think too much, maybe it was just the depressing dark red decoration that made him feel uncomfortable.

Scarlet everywhere, like dried blood.

Xu Minglang patted his face, cheered himself up, stood up and walked towards the dressing table: "Something has to be done, this room still needs to be checked, we can't let go of any suspicious..." He suddenly choked up, his eyes What he saw made him suddenly forget what he was going to say.

He stared straight at himself in the mirror, and a girl's face appeared in the upper right corner.He turned his head abruptly, and there was a portrait hanging on the wall next to the wall, below which was the head of the bed.

The portrait shows a little girl sitting on a velvet high-back chair, brought to life under the light of a wall lamp.She has long flaxen blonde curly hair, and her chin is playfully propped up, and she has a childlike smile.She has fair skin and round cheeks. She looks about ** years old. She is wearing a long white dress. Although the style is simple, the folds on the top are painted with delicate luster. The skirt is undoubtedly made of silk, and the U-shaped neckline is exposed. Showing the girl's undulating chest, the collar is embellished with pearls and lace.The silver tea set exposed on the tea table at hand further hinted at the noble status of the girl.

Xu Minglang doesn't know much about the history of painting, but he can also see that the whole painting is solid. Whether it's the characters or the corner of the boudoir with a slightly blurred background, they all tend to be realistic. That's why, when he saw in the mirror Only when I saw the smiling face of the girl, I was too scared to speak.

"Hanging a portrait on the head of the bed, and leaning towards the mirror, it's bad luck." Xu Minglang said this, in fact, to dispel the fear in his heart. He walked to the painting, wanting to observe the girl's face more carefully, and told I have nothing to be afraid of.

Zhou Xuerong stood behind him unknowingly, watched carefully with a serious face, and said quietly, but didn't answer Xu Minglang's words: "Look at this girl's dress, the simple shape reveals classic, the waistline is on the chest Below, the drape is graceful, like the style at the end of the 18th century. The painting style is also the same, but it is not as flashy and complicated as Rococo.

Xu Minglang was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but Zhou Xuerong seemed to be in a no-man's land, touching the frame with his fingertips, but wandering on the canvas, for fear of touching the fragile varnish by mistake and causing the slightest damage to the painting.

Zhou Xuerong spoke quickly: "Silver tea set. The oriental-style woven carpet is incorporated, and the decoration incorporates the Rococo style. It is exquisite but not exaggerated. It is obviously a Georgian interior..." He said, I suddenly thought of something, and took a step back so that I could observe the whole picture more comprehensively, "That's right, the time is completely right. This girl is a British nobleman who lived at the end of the 18th century."

Xu Minglang suppressed his desire to applaud.

It was the first time for him to see Zhou Xuerong so excited. Obviously this painting had high aesthetic value in the eyes of the other party, but in his eyes, it was only indescribably weird.

"How do you deduce so much from a painting?"

"It's not difficult. I'm very interested in art appreciation, and it just so happens that I'm in college..." Zhou Xuerong suddenly pursed his lips, and turned his head to look at Xu Minglang. The excitement in his eyes completely faded away, and he was caught An unknown fear takes its place.

Xu Minglang was horrified by this look, but the other party didn't seem to realize how abrupt he was doing it. He stared at him for about five or six seconds before he lost his strength and his upper body collapsed. , The hand pressing the face trembled slightly.

"Are you okay?" Xu Minglang couldn't help asking, "Just now you said that you had..."

"Don't say it." The voice of this sentence is not loud, but the tone is beyond doubt.When Zhou Xuerong straightened up again, his expression had returned to normal, but the beads of sweat on his forehead revealed his sudden panic.

Xu Minglang suddenly became worried, but the next second he hated himself for being like this.Even he himself didn't understand why every minute and every second he stayed with Zhou Xuerong, his emotions seemed to be controlled by the other party, likes and sorrows did not follow him.

He suddenly felt that his self-esteem was hurt, and it automatically turned into a kind of anger on his face. He frowned and looked down at his toes.

Zhou Xuerong was as delicate as a hair, how could he fail to notice Xu Minglang's emotional changes, but he didn't respond at all, instead staring at the girl in the painting.

"Brother is right. How can such a painting be placed in a hotel suite casually?"

Xu Minglang tried his best not to let his emotions disturb him, but his voice was still a little hoarse: "How do you say?"

"Because this is not a modern imitation at all." Zhou Xuerong looked at the yellowed varnish on the canvas and said, "This is a real medieval portrait."