I became a system virus

Hearing what he said, everyone couldn't help but feel horrified.

The female player Xiaofeng said: "Listening to what you said, isn't this the tomb of the living?"

God stick: "You girl can use words, this is a living tomb."

While talking, people saw a painting on the wall on the second floor. The canvas was 1.5 meters long and [-] meter wide.

The frame is black, and the contents of the painting are abstract paintings, and they can't understand what it means.

However, the color of the paint is very simple and elegant, without bold color contrast and strong visual impact.

Yi Qiubai tilted his neck to observe.

The layout at the bottom of the frame is like sea water and starry sky, alternately presented by dark blue and light purple, with some white and shining stars dotted in the middle.

The top is a bit like fog, and a bit like a bare valley, hazy, and the main colors are light gray and ivory white, with some earthy yellow or other colors.

It looks messy up close, but it is particularly charming and pleasing to the eye when viewed from a distance.

The fat man is a rough guy with no artistic talent, so he really can't understand the meaning of the painting, so he asked, "What is this painting about?"

Yi Qiubai: "Anyway, I don't understand it, but it looks very pretty."

Wu Yue: "It's really pretty."

Gao Ye: "Why do I feel like it was painted by a woman?"

Everyone: "???"

Someone questioned: "Shen Li seems to be a man, right?"

"Yes."

Takano: "Don't you think this painting is very delicate, that is, every detail is handled very finely, just like obsessive-compulsive disorder."

Everyone: "???"

Yi Qiubai: "You know how to read paintings?" After a pause, "What is this painting about?"

Gao Ye: "You're flattering me. If I have artistic skills, can I still use it here?" He added, "I rely on my intuition."

Yi Qiubai: "..."

What a fucking bullshit.

Fatty: "Is Shen Li famous? How much can this painting sell for?"

Everyone looked at him, and Xiang Qiang couldn't help but said, "You want to take things from the tomb of the living, and you have a big heart."

The fat man resentfully said, "I'll just ask casually."

Player Ron carefully observed the signature in the lower right corner of the canvas, and asked strangely, "Why isn't this signature Shen Li?"

The magic stick: "This is Shen Li's real name, Zhou Huainan." He said again, "I forgot the introduction downstairs so quickly. If you are not careful, you won't know how you died when the time comes."

After watching the painting, people continued to go up to the third floor.

The layout of the third floor is even more strange. Walking in, it looks like a maze, high and low, like an abstract painting.

Everyone was completely puzzled.

The magic stick is very experienced in these places where the gods talk, and immediately stood on the stairs on the fourth floor and looked down.

Seeing his serious expression, Gao Ye asked, "Did you see anything?"

God stick: "This seems to be a formation."

Everyone: "???"

Fatty: "God stick, can you explain it in a way we can understand?"

Shengun said patiently: "This floor is a five-element and eight-diagram formation. Look at the potted plant on the upper right, it represents wood."

Yi Qiubai: "Does the string of copper coins here represent gold?"

Shen stick: "Yes." Then said: "That clay pot is soil."

Fatty: "I thought it was a work of art."

Xiaofeng: "There is a spherical pendant over here, which looks like water."

Ron: "Hey, why is there a mirror on the ceiling?"

Yi Qiubai: "There seems to be another side in the main hall on the first floor."

Magic stick: "Yes, the two mirrors reflect each other, and things are trapped inside, making it impossible to leave."

Ron: "What is it?"

God Stick: "Naturally it's evil."

Takano: "It means that the nightlife at night will be very rich."

The fat man almost cried, "Brother Ye, you are not afraid of ghosts, we rely on you."

Takano: "..."

Yi Qiubai: "Are you relying on him to give you extra meals?" He said again, "I don't seem to see a kitchen here."

Fatty: "..."

Gao Ye said seriously: "Can you be more serious?"

Yi Qiubai: "For example?"

Gao Ye: "If it's a female ghost, we should at least be gentlemen and not be too rough."

Xiang Qiang couldn't stand their nonsense, and complained, "Can you two give the NPC a little dignity?"

Everyone was lost in thought, as if something was wrong.

People continued to go to the fourth floor, and it was finally normal.

There are a total of four guest rooms on the fourth floor, which are fairly well-arranged and should be specially prepared for players.

There are currently 13 players present, five girls and eight boys, five girls take the initiative to choose one room, and eight of them allocate the remaining three rooms.

Yi Qiubai had no requirements for the room allocation, originally he thought it would be fine for him, Gao Ye, Fatty, and Xiang Qiang to squeeze into a room, but the room next to the stairs was disgusted by everyone.

No one wants to live in it, because the layout inside is weird, and some strange symbols are drawn on the walls, which looks creepy.

The fat man said: "Brother Ye, you guys are tough, I will leave this upper room to you and Jiang Han."

Xiang Qiang said solemnly: "I also think that only you can hold it together." He added, "It's good for me to share a room with the fat man and the magic stick."

God stick: "Then such a happy decision."

Takano: "???"

Yi Qiubai: "..."

The two looked at the evil layout in the room, Gao Ye touched his chin and said, "If an even number is a condition for death, then we will probably be cool tonight."

Yi Qiubai: "Didn't the god stick say that these furniture are all made of Liuzhou wood? They are all people lying in coffins, and they are afraid of eggs."

Takano: "..."

Yi Qiubai: "I haven't checked Shen Li's detailed information yet, go down and have a look?"

Takano: "Okay."

After greeting them, the two went to the main hall on the first floor to check Shen Li's personal information.

Is a short-lived ghost.

Only lived for less than forty years.

Shen Li's original name was Zhou Huainan, a native of City B, an abstract painter with a personal style in modern times, his works are very popular in the market, and he has held several art exhibitions, so he is considered a little famous.

His life experience does not seem to have any major ups and downs, just smooth sailing.

However, his emotional life was quite rich, and in the end he did not marry a wife and have children, but committed suicide because of exhaustion of inspiration.

People who are engaged in art have more complicated brains than ordinary people, and rough guys like them can't understand it.

Yi Qiubai touched his chin and said, "What the hell is lack of inspiration?"

Takano: "I don't understand." He added, "The artist's world is beyond the comprehension of mere mortals."

Yi Qiubai: "There doesn't seem to be any clues here."

Gao Ye: "That's natural, but what can be confirmed is that if the inference of the magic stick is true, then Shen Li must have done something wrong."

Yi Qiubai looked at the main hall, "This place looks really strange." After a pause, "There are no paintings in the whole old house, except for one hanging on the second floor. Is it telling us something?"

Takano spread his hands, "Who knows, we can't understand."

At this moment, Shengun and others came down from upstairs and asked, "Did you see anything?"

Yi Qiubai shook his head, "Shen Li's personal experience is quite ordinary, and there are no clues."

Xiaofeng said: "I think the reason for his suicide is worthy of deliberation."

Wu Yue and others also came forward to read the information, but the fat man couldn't understand: "What the hell is the lack of inspiration?"

Wu Yue: "Yeah, he's quite rich, and he keeps changing girlfriends one after another. Isn't this kind of life good? Why can't he think about committing suicide?"

Xiang Qiang: "Could it be because of illness or something?"

Yi Qiubai: "For example?"

Xiang Qiang: "As an artist, it is not impossible to have mental and psychological problems when you are under a lot of pressure. Depression is difficult to treat."

Magic stick: "You are quite reasonable, but looking at the layout here, I still tend to be a little superstitious. He must have provoked something, and in the end he couldn't control the backlash."

Gao Ye: "Regardless of whether there is anything here, I will definitely know it at night."

Shen stick nodded, "Why don't we split up and look for clues."

Yi Qiubai: "Yes."

The magic stick reminded again: "Be sure to remember, don't move anything here, don't move anything at will."

People nodded, mainly because the layout of the house was too evil, which made people feel intimidated.

Everyone divided the area and acted on their own.

There is very little furniture in the main hall, and there is nothing to look at.

Yi Qiubai looked eastward and westward, and Wu Yue said: "There is no kitchen in the old house, it's unscientific."

Yi Qiubai: "Fortunately, there is a toilet."

While the two were talking, a player's shout suddenly came from upstairs, saying that they found an attic on the fourth floor.

People hurried up to see the situation, and the magic stick said: "I thought it was a wall, so it was a disguise."

Jiang Yu, who found it, said: "At first I thought it was a wall, but after knocking on it, I realized something was wrong."

Gao Ye tried to push it, and Yi Qiubai asked, "Is there a way to open it?"

Gao Ye peeled off the camouflaged wall to reveal the keyhole, "This kind of old-fashioned lock is not easy to open, I have to find tools for me."

So everyone searched the old house to see if they could find things like thin wire or metal sheets.

After tossing for a long time, someone got a thin piece of rusty iron from nowhere.

Takano polished it a little smoother and tried to pick the lock.

After more than 20 minutes of tinkering, there was a sudden "click", and the door cracked a gap.

The magic stick said in surprise: "It's opened!"

In order to prevent accidents, Takano reminded: "Stay back, everyone."

People backed away.

Gao Ye hid behind the door and tried to open it, only to smell a musty smell coming towards his face, and everyone hurriedly covered their noses and retreated far away.

Someone said: "I'm afraid this door has never been opened."

Xiang Qiang: "Nonsense, what else would you do to seal it with a fake wall?"

People didn't go in until the musty smell inside had almost dissipated.

The attic is not a big space, and it is full of picture frames in a mess.

The picture frame was covered with heavy dust, and there was no human trace at all, and it seemed that it had been closed for a long time.

Yi Qiubai squatted down to observe a painting carefully.

Shen Li's abstract art is naturally not understandable to him, but since they are piled up here and have not been published, there must be a reason.

Everyone carefully observed the paintings, the style was still elegant and chic, some had only a few strokes on the canvas, some had only half of the paint, and some were messy, as if they were very impatient.

Wu Yuedao: "Why do I feel that these portraits are not finished yet?"

Gao Ye: "I agree." After speaking, he pointed to the frame beside him, "For example, in this picture, what do the two dots mean?"

Yi Qiubai said helplessly: "I have brushed so many dungeons, this is the first time I feel like a mentally retarded person."

Everyone: "..."

In fact, everyone feels like a mentally retarded person, completely unable to understand what the paintings are trying to express. As for the layout, color, and artistic conception... I feel that my IQ has been insulted.