Puzzle games

"It's her, it's her, the woman on the oil painting in the room on the third floor!"

"Yes, remember the side mission we triggered in the room on the third floor? - Find out the truth behind the plot of the copy. I think these oil paintings should be related to the plot of the copy."

During the day, I stopped for a moment in front of the four paintings and fell into deep thought.

Qi Shuai beside him was so excited, he ran back and forth in the corridor, looking at this one, touching that one, and kept saying: "It must be like this.

If these paintings are arranged according to normal logic, it should be the man who saved the woman from the mouth of the wild wolf.

But the man was burned to death by the villagers, and the woman looked at the raging fire full of despair!

Xiaobai, this must be the truth about the dungeon the system wants us to find! "

Ye Zhao shook his head, pointed to one of the oil paintings and said, "No, if that's the case, how do you explain the painting of a wolf biting a baby? And why did the villagers burn the man to death? There is no beginning or end."

Ye Zhao's words made Qi Shuai a little frustrated, and seeing that he had been silent during the day, he elbowed him: "Xiaobai, what do you think?"

After thinking about it during the day, he said: "Since we think that the oil painting is related to the plot of the dungeon, we can't just see the oil painting in the corridor.

Don't forget, we each have oil paintings in our rooms, and the oil painting in mine shows an empty room. "

During the day, he briefly described the oil paintings hanging on the wall of his room to the two of them. Unexpectedly, Qi Shuai listened and said loudly: "The system is too perfunctory, even the decorative paintings are wholesale goods of 100 yuan for three pieces on a certain treasure." Is it? Xiaobai, the painting in my room is exactly the same as yours!"

After Qi Shuai complained, he turned around and asked Ye Zhao on the other side: "Ye Zhao, where's yours?"

"mine too."

Bai Tian was silent when he heard the words: "I'm afraid it's not the system's perfunctory.

According to my speculation, judging from the lines and coloring habits, these paintings should all be made by the same person, and it is very likely to be the woman in the painting.

Combined with the theme of the werewolf killing in the dungeon, the bloody empty house obviously means that the werewolves ate the villagers at night. "

The oil painting in his room appeared in Qi Shuai's mind, and his tall and strong body couldn't help shaking.

Then, as if thinking of something, he looked at the oil painting of burning at the stake on the wall of the corridor and stammered, "Just like the old man No. 5 was burned to death, the werewolves ate the villagers, and the villagers burned him to death. Could it be that the man will be killed at night?" Turned into a wolf and cannibal, so they burned him too?"

"I've heard people say that in many small mountain villages, there are often wild wolves infesting. These wolves not only spoil chickens, ducks and livestock, but sometimes take away babies in swaddling clothes.

If it is a female wolf who has just given birth to the child, there is a certain chance that she will raise her as her own wolf cub.

I'm afraid we have just fallen into a misunderstanding. The first painting does not show the wolf killing the baby, but raising him. "

During the day, he paused, sorted out his thoughts, pointed to the oil paintings in order, and slowly told Qi Shuai and Ye Zhao a story about a wolf boy:

"The baby grew up to be a powerful young man.

One day he rescued a woman who was chased by wolves in the forest. The woman was very beautiful, and the man fell in love with her immediately, and then returned to her village with her.

However, the villagers in the village are all afraid of the man, thinking that he was raised by wolves, and the blood of wild wolves is flowing in his bones, so they all stay away, for fear that one day the man's wolf will kill them all.

But in the end, something happened. People in the village began to disappear every night, blood was everywhere in the house, and a few wolf hairs fell on the ground.

In the past, even if the wolves on the mountain came to the village, they would take advantage of people's unsuspecting and snatch away children, but they never dared to attack adults. When this man came, even adults got into trouble.

Soon, rumors spread in the village, saying that men would transform into wolves every night, and then rush into other people's houses to eat them, so there would be only blood in the house, not even bones.

Finally one day, the villagers who were in panic all day long found the village head. Under the leadership of the village head, a group of people tied up the man and set him on the firewood pile and burned him alive, leaving only the woman heartbroken. "

"No." Ye Zhao frowned tightly with his beautiful sword eyebrows.

Qi Shuai was not happy when he heard it: "What's wrong, I think Xiaobai's story is very reasonable."

Unexpectedly, he glanced at Ye Zhaoye during the day and said, "It's really wrong, there are two loopholes in my speculation."

"First, if oil paintings are a means for women to tell stories, then what do the hundreds of oil paintings on the third floor represent?

Second, when the man is burned to death, the woman is undoubtedly desperate, so the story of two people meeting and the hero saving the beauty should be beautiful, but the woman's way of expressing this scene is just the opposite?

Neither of these two points makes sense, so the story seems to be logical and logical on the surface, but the truth is not as simple as what I just said. "

Hearing what he said, Qi Shuai was stunned: "But there are no other oil paintings. Could it be that the oil paintings in other people's rooms are different from ours, and there will be new clues in those paintings?"

Bai Tian shook his head: "No, since I just found out that the paintings in the rooms of the three of us are the same, I guessed that for absolute fairness, the system must arrange exactly the same room for each player.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be self-defeating to make people doubt the player's character for this reason? "

The three discussed for a while, but they still had no idea and had to give up temporarily.

Soon the sky darkened, and at around 6 o'clock in the evening, the three of them came to the hall on the first floor to have dinner just like yesterday.

No. 2 professional skirt and No. 7 female college student are not there, presumably because they have experienced two death shocks in the morning and can't eat.

The male college student No. 8 and the little boy No. 9 were both sitting at the table. The latter smiled obediently at him when he saw the daytime, and then turned to talk to No. 8.

No. 8 lowered his head, looking intently listening, and couldn't help but wonder when the two came together during the day.

Pulling out the chair during the day and looking at the sumptuous dinner on the table, he really has no appetite.

However, they don't know how long they will stay in this dungeon. If he doesn't eat every time he dies, he won't be able to survive without the werewolf's knife.

During the day, he cursed secretly in his heart for hypocrisy, but forced himself to drink a glass of water, and stuffed another piece of cake.

Ye Zhao frowned slightly, then ate the food on the plate calmly, and even put an apple in his hand during the day, but he ignored Qi Shuai who was silently poking his chopsticks and couldn't eat.

8 o'clock in the evening of this day seemed to come very quickly. When Tiantian stood at the door of his room again, Ye Zhao couldn't help calling him again: "Daytime!"

Turning to look at him during the day, he showed a faint smile.

"be careful!"

"it is good."

The next day was a safe day and no one died last night.

This day I got up very early during the day, and I went downstairs almost as soon as 8 o'clock, and Ye Zhao also got up early.

Qi Shuai's eyes straightened when he saw his two friends at the big dining table.

Ye Zhao only wore a racerback vest, showing his thin and strong shoulders, and his lower body was still the dark jeans he wore when he got off the airport the day before yesterday.

During the day, he wore a black shirt that was obviously one size larger, and there was no doubt that the shirt belonged to Ye Zhao.

"Little Bai, you..."

Although it was out of date, Qi Shuai still inevitably thought wrongly.

During the day, he gave him a slap in the face: "What are you thinking about, my clothes are torn, and Ye Zhao just lent me to wear them."

Only then did Qi Shuai see that there were a few inconspicuous bruises on his exposed arms, and his trousers were also crumpled, with holes in the trousers.

"Xiaobai, what's going on? You last night..." Qi Shuai suddenly became nervous.

It was almost 10 o'clock at this time, and other players came down the stairs one after another, and Tiantian hurriedly blocked his words: "I'm fine, I'll talk about the rest later."

The first one to come down was male college student No. 8. I don't know if it was because he didn't have a good rest. His face was pale and his breath was very gloomy, like a ghost who just crawled out of hell.

He didn't even look at the three of them during the day, and just sat down on his seat.

Then there was the little boy No. 9, who ran down the stairs quickly on his short legs, and kept yelling, "Oh, I got up late today, I don't know if breakfast is served yet."

Then the boy who seemed to have regarded this place as a resort hotel looked disappointed when he saw the empty dining table, and he climbed weakly into his high-back chair, lay down on the table and did not move.

Following the little boy was the female college student No. 7. She looked at her boyfriend for the first time, and seemed to be frightened by the lifeless look on his body. It took a long time before she recovered and moved to his side On the chair next to him, he whispered, "Why didn't you wait for me to go downstairs together today..."

The No. 2 professional skirt came down last. She saw the other people in the hall at a glance. She was stunned for a moment, and then she showed a bright smile and said, "You all got up very early. Oh, no one died last night, too Alright! Christmas Day, hehehe..."

The little boy raised his head from the table and lazily said: "Christmas Day is of course a good thing for the good camp, but not necessarily for the werewolves..."

"Ding! It's time to speak during the day. Player 4 please speak. During the speech of player 4, other players are mute."

The mechanical electronic female voice made everyone sit up straight involuntarily.

During the day, he didn't expect that he would be the first to speak today, but he was prepared, so he organized his words and said, "I'm sorry for lying to everyone yesterday, but I'm not a prophet, I'm a witch!"