Picked up a bunch of hair in the game

In addition to the living room, kitchen, dining room, and bathroom on the first floor, there are only two empty rooms.

The tour guide previously said that you can wander around in the villa, but be careful not to touch things that you shouldn't touch, so everyone observes more restrained.

There were five rooms left on the second floor besides the player's room. Everyone quickly looked at these rooms. There were also a few bedrooms, but none of them had a signboard. I don't know why they couldn't live in them.

In addition to these uninhabitable rooms, the living room and corridors were also looked over by idle gamers, and they really found the artwork that the tour guide said could not be touched.

There is a huge painting hanging in the corridor on the second floor, it seems to be painted a snow field, and there is a vague shadow at the end of the snow field, which seems to be a snow mountain.

There are two other figure paintings in different rooms, and another bust sculpture and a full-body sculpture, which are also placed in different rooms.

After checking the information, write down the location of the artwork so that you don't accidentally touch it. Other than that, there seems to be nothing particularly dangerous.

At 12:[-] noon, Director Wang finally appeared in a hurry, shouting "It's time for lunch", and everyone gathered in the restaurant.

Due to the large number of people, everyone sat on two tables. Director Wang rolled his eyes, and immediately turned his legs to the table without Lucifer, and then the maid began to serve the dishes.

Except for some specific plots, eating in the dungeon is basically a cutscene. Everyone hastily finished eating and left in a hurry. Director Wang had nothing to say.

I don't know why, Xu Zhaohe felt a little tired looking at a table of dishes, and Shen Chen didn't eat much, just took a few sips of porridge.

Tang An and the others had been quietly observing the two of them, seeing that they didn't eat much and rarely moved their chopsticks.

The other players were not so careful, mainly because they had just entered the dungeon not long ago, and they were all experienced veterans, who believed in and relied on their own experience.

Xu Zhaohe only drank some porridge, and finally approached Shen Chen in a low voice, "Is there something wrong with this dish?"

Shen Chen was thinking about how to answer. It's not that there are no questions, but it's not too big. In fact, it doesn't matter if you eat it.

But the target was Xu Zhaohe, so he didn't want this kind of thing to tarnish him.

"Go eat something else in a while."

Xu Zhaohe understood, and then he really didn't move his chopsticks again.

After eating, everyone sat in their chairs without moving for a while, mainly because they didn't know what else to do, and they were a little bored.

The fire in the fireplace emits a warm orange light. The warm light inside is in stark contrast to the cold wind and snow outside. Sitting in the middle of the room, you can hear the sound of howling wind, and the sky is like a polar night. .

Director Wang ran to the window and took a look, rubbing his chin, as if wondering when the blizzard would stop and whether the next project could be carried out properly.

He is a tour guide, and he can't really make tourists feel bored in their residences. Even if they can't go out, they have to have some entertainment.

Thinking of this, Director Wang called everyone to gather by the fireplace and excitedly said that he would tell them a story.

Many of the gamers present were wearing white bathrobes in the villa. At the moment, they were sitting around the fireplace, most of them were sitting on the ground, and a few people were sitting on the nearest sofa, with hot tea and snacks in the center. The warm fire light reflected on everyone's faces, listening to the sound of the wind whistling outside and the sound of burning wood close at hand...

This kind of atmosphere, this feeling, is the rhythm of telling ghost stories.

Xu Zhaohe lay on the back of the sofa with great interest, waiting for Director Wang to tell some wonderful stories. Shen Chen sat beside him, with one hand casually on his back, and was excited with him.

Director Wang: "..."

Director Wang wiped the sweat off his forehead, feeling the pressure.

However, as an excellent tour guide, Director Wang didn't allow himself to lose the chain at such a time when all the attention was on him. He cleared his throat and said, "You must have seen the snow-capped mountain at the end when you came here?"

The players nodded obediently: "I see."

Director Wang: "It is said that in ancient times there was a..."

It sounded so familiar, Xu Zhaohe frowned, and couldn't help but ask, "Snow Girl?"

"…………"

Director Wang looked up at him, opened his mouth, then closed it again, closing his mouth.

Everyone: "..." That's true.

Director Wang coughed twice in embarrassment. As a qualified tour guide, how could he be silent at this time?

So Director Wang immediately changed the story again: "Next, I will tell you a legend about this town."

I never expected that dismantling the stage could have such an effect. Did this force the NPC to start throwing clues?As we all know, the legend in the dungeon is true, even if it was not under the influence of strange powers and gods, it would appear out of thin air.

Thinking of this, everyone cast admiring glances at Hua Sheng, he deserves to be a man who can show off against TOP10!

Xu Zhaohe: "..." No, he didn't think that much at the time.

Unable to let everyone think about it, Director Wang took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and continued.

"According to legend, there was a great artist born in the small town of Acester. This artist grew up in a poor family and was abused by his stepfather. Since his mother passed away, life has become even more sad.

But he never gave up, kept learning everywhere, but often hit a wall because of lack of money.

No one expected that he would be so successful later. He escaped from that home, traveled all over the world to study art, and returned to this small town at the age of 30, starting his legendary life.

What this great artist is best at is making wax figures.

The wax figures he made were realistic and highly sought after, and soon caused a huge sensation in the art world. Even many big shots began to customize private wax figures with him, and the town became more and more prosperous.

Everyone thanked him for bringing artistic vitality and luck to this remote town.

He never borrowed other people's hands to make wax figures, and often shut himself up for several months. The wax figures he could make were quite limited, so many nobles in the upper class began to be proud of owning the wax figures he made.

Speaking of this, everyone may be curious, but it is just a wax figure, why is it so popular?

Gein's skills are really good. The wax figures he made are not only full of artistic atmosphere, but also can be faked.

Money, status, and power, these things soon filled the artist's side. He lacked everything, but he still never stopped his endless pursuit of art.

Only gradually, he made fewer and fewer wax figures, and no matter how much money someone offered, he would be rejected.

Everyone felt very strange and came to ask why.

The artist declared that his energy was limited, and that he was getting old, often because of a wax figure, and his body was very weak.

Everyone asked him why he didn't accept a few students?Wouldn't it be possible to get twice the result with half the effort with the help of students, and to pass on one's own skills.

The artist was silent, and with the earnest care of the people in the town, he finally admitted a student.

The student's name is Lear, but he is 18 years old. He is at the age of being curious about everything. The artist told him not to open the secret door, otherwise bad things will happen.

'What's wrong? ' Lear asked.

The artist was silent, and his gentle face was filled with fear a little bit, he just kept repeating one sentence - 'Don't open it! '"

"That Lille was opened later?" A player couldn't help asking.

"That's right," the tour guide gave him a gloomy look, half of the pancake's face was illuminated by the firelight, while the other half was immersed in darkness, "he opened it."

"and then?"

The players stared wide-eyed, waiting for the next story.

"later--"

The tour guide elongated his voice, and the extended tone matched the more arrogant wind outside, which was very gloomy.

And just when this weird atmosphere reached its peak, the silent air kept suppressing people's hearts, and they even heard the sound of burning, and the fire was burning their blood——

"Crackling—"

A crisp sound suddenly sounded, causing several players in the field to scream, and then reacted angrily and cast their eyes on the culprit, their faces full of anger.

Brother Zhao with a biscuit in his mouth: "..."

He raised his hand as an apologetic gesture, and motioned for the tour guide to continue.

Director Wang: "...He opened it, groped forward in the dark, and then lit an oil lamp."

The atmosphere gradually returned, Xu Zhaohe took a sip of tea carefully and continued to listen.

"The small flame illuminated the small space, and after seeing what was inside, Lear was startled, and then quickly covered his mouth, for fear of walking out accidentally screaming.

He saw that this room was full of wax figures!Densely filled the entire room!

It turned out that the artist’s production speed was not slowed down because of physical reasons. He obviously made so many wax figures, but somehow they all moved into this completely closed room without seeing the light of day.

Imagine a claustrophobic small space full of wax figures, although they are extremely artistic creations, but in that case, it has to be said that Lear was scared.

But at the same time, he became more and more curious, why did the teacher keep these wax figures here?Are they flawed?

This question instantly occupied his heart, and even though he was afraid, he still trembled and stepped forward to observe these wax figures carefully.

Gradually, he finally discovered something was wrong.

These wax figures don't even have eyes..."

The word "finishing the finishing touch" came to mind instantly, but brother Zhao held back and did not break the atmosphere that Director Wang had finally created again.

The rest of the players continued to listen carefully.

"Why didn't you draw the eyes? Apart from that, these wax figures are perfect! The moment he saw them, he almost mistaken them for a group of real people!

The wax figures made by the artist are so realistic that many people often mistake them for real people. Lear also reacted so quickly because he has seen too many of these wax figures and they have no eyes.

Doubt finally overcame fear, Lear wanted to test his learning, and began to try to find other flaws in these wax figures, so as to understand why the artist hid them here.

And at this moment, a pair of hands suddenly clapped on his shoulders! "

"Ah—" Zhao Lulu couldn't help crying out, then quickly covered her mouth, and looked at everyone apologetically.

Director Wang glanced at her with dark eyes, and continued: "Lie's cold sweat immediately flowed down, he kept trembling, fear finally invaded all his thoughts at this moment.

'What are you doing? ' asked the man behind him.

'Old, teacher? ' Lear said tremblingly.

'Well,' the person behind responded, and then asked: 'What are you doing? '

Realizing that the person behind him was an artist, Lear finally got rid of those strange thoughts in his mind, turned around with his head drooping, and indeed saw the artist's face.

Lear was relieved and quickly apologized: "Sorry teacher, I didn't expect this to be the room you mentioned, sorry." '

The artist didn't speak, and went over to Leer to look at the wax figures, and was relieved to see that they were intact.

'But teacher,' Lear couldn't help asking after all, 'why didn't they draw eyes?They are all so perfect, why do you put them in this dark and closed room? '

'Do not ask. 'The artist said coldly,' Don't enter this room again. '

'good teacher. Lear had no choice but to agree, and then followed the teacher out of the room, and locked the heavy lock on the door again. "

"Obviously there is a lock, how did you get in there?" A player thought he had discovered Huadian and asked.

Director Wang seemed dissatisfied with her interrupting his words, and said angrily, "How do I know, this is just a story!"

"Okay." The player rubbed his nose and said awkwardly.

The others glanced at her, as if they were blaming her for not interrupting NPPC, and it was impossible to tell them all the clues. They could only gather from his words and try to lure him to say more.

As soon as this story was heard, it was related to the dungeon, and the players begged the tour guide to tell more.

Everything in the dungeon is related to ghosts, so we shouldn't pay too much attention to ordinary logic. Director Wang snorted coldly, but said that he would talk about it next time, deliberately making everyone scratch their heads and get an answer.

"what……"

The players sighed, but they had no other choice, and they couldn't force the NPC, so they could only give the female player a bitter look.

The girl lowered her head in embarrassment, and she didn't expect that her sentence would make the NPC angry and stop talking. It was obvious that Watson had interrupted him before, so why target her?

The girl felt wronged, but there was nothing she could do. She stood up stiffly and said dryly, "I'm going to the bathroom." She just wanted to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

The companion next to him whispered "I'll accompany you", but the girl waved her hand and refused, and walked around the place full of people to the toilet in a hurry.

"Is it really not possible to say more?" Xu Zhaohe looked at the sneering tour guide and asked suddenly.

"what……"

The sarcasm immediately froze on his face, Director Wang secretly glanced at Lucifer beside him, and answered carefully: "Yes, isn't it not possible?"

Everyone: "..." What about your principles?

But it's a good thing to be able to listen to the NPC continue to talk, and everyone didn't really want to open their mouths to slap them in the face, so they straightened their postures and prepared to listen carefully.

Wang Dao couldn't get off the tiger, so he had to clear his throat and plan to continue telling the story.

The living room became quiet again, and the players waited for Director Wang to slowly build up the atmosphere, but they didn't expect to wait for his story, but they waited for a shrill scream to sound from the direction of the stairs.

"what----"

The scream was very short, and after one sound, everything was silent again.

But if you listen carefully, you will be able to catch the very slight sound——

"crunch..."

……