Earth Exam [Unlimited]

ended.

escape.

The four of them breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that something might happen again, they quickly left through the open warehouse door.The moment the last person stepped out of the door, the heavy stone door closed silently. If everyone was not in a mess, and the door lock parts of unknown material were scattered on the ground, the door seemed to have never been opened. , Everything is an illusion imagined by them.

After the silly No. 65 ran out of the warehouse, he returned the cross to No. 13. No. 13 took it and put it back on his neck, sighing: "It's been so hard for a long time, what is it for?"

"For clues." Jane said quietly, "There are words on the lock."

He checked along the shape of the lock: "The size is the first Zhenyoujian code in 14. You can know it when you put it back together according to the rules."

The other three looked blank, as if they were listening to a book from heaven.

Looks hopeless.

"Okay, then help me move the parts of this lock."

There are only six parts, but each part weighs about [-] kilograms. I don’t know what material it is, but after moving it in the hand for a while, the palm becomes cold, and a chill seems to go down the fingers to the heart. It's like freezing the whole person.

No. 78 held up one end of a component with his remaining hand: "Why do I feel so evil?"

On the edge of the lock, you can vaguely see the scratches that look like words, with dots of red, reminiscent of the will-o'-the-wisps in the hollow eyes of the bones in the huge warehouse, making you panic.

NO.13 took over his words: "I always have a bad feeling. Maybe——"

"Click." The sound of the last piece of lock piece being put together interrupted what NO.13 was going to say. After the six-pillar Luban lock was successfully restored, the lock weighing at least 120 kilograms completely violated the laws of physics and ignored Newton's fast pressing. The coffin board that lived in slowly floated up, and was automatically embedded in the groove on the huge black stone door. When it found that the position was not right, it took the initiative to fine-tune it.

"I feel like my materialistic outlook has been challenged."

"Me too."

When the six-pillar Luban lock fit perfectly, the dots of red on the lock began to swim like tiny fish, and a line of scarlet words appeared on the far right of the entire lock: [Harvest Festival is the angel's Utopia, the demon's banquet hall. 】

This was the clue given to them by the warehouse and the reason they had to go in, because Jian Qiao clearly remembered that when he opened the lock at first, the lock was pure black with nothing on it.

It turns out that the only way to get clues is to come out alive.

"My friends, why are you still here?" Just as they were thinking about the meaning of this sentence, Earl Claire's voice suddenly came from behind.

At some point, the earl was already standing behind them, and his gown also changed from jet black to an orange color at sunset, with a beautiful purple flower pinned to his chest, making his face blue. Gray is more pronounced.

Just when Earl Clare spoke, the scarlet words exploded like a small firework as if they were frightened, and disappeared in an instant.

"Why don't you visit my estate?"

"We are studying this lock." No. 78 looked calm, "We are attracted by your description."

"But it's a pity that we didn't open it." Jian Qiao added later, "It's really exquisite, and the craftsmen of Cortez are really powerful."

"Really?" Earl Claire stared at the four of them closely. His eyes were very peculiar, with patchy opacity in the cornea, and the pupils could hardly be seen clearly, but when he was staring at them, there was a snake-like look. cold feeling.

Like a precursor to some kind of hunting activity.

Earl Clare stared at them for a while, then suddenly laughed, that smile was extremely uncomfortable, like the cold, sticky, unreasonably irritating feeling after the rain wets the clothes on a rainy day, and it was also like a person walking in a dark place. In the alley, there are a pair of eyes looking at you from behind, which is treacherous, uneasy, and an inducement of fear.

"It's a pity that I didn't visit the manor." Earl Claire said, "It's dusk now, so we have to go back. The demon will wake up when it's completely dark."

Earl Lyle took the lead and walked in front, and Jane approached him quietly. He noticed that there were some dark red marks in the form of clouds and streaks on the back of Earl Clare's neck, which looked particularly terrifying under the blue-gray complexion.Where the back of his neck was covered by the clothes, there was a large piece of dark purple indistinctly submerged in the clothes.

Jane's heart sank. This kind of dark red or even dark purple scars are clearly produced not long after death...

Corpse plaque.

The evening wind blew slowly, and the purple flowers on Earl Clare's chest swayed slightly in the wind, and a strange floral fragrance wafted out of the air.

When the group followed Earl Clare back to the manor, it was almost dark, only a touch of floating gold was hanging on the sky, and the manor built by the black boulders was still dark from the outside, but the windows were faintly bright The lights were turned on, and under the dim sky, the whole manor was lit up like a few isolated fires in a silent cemetery.

Pushing open the door of the manor, a maid has already prepared dinner, the black tablecloth is divided with large swathes of red, the pattern is as abstract as Guernica, and the twisted and painful despair rushes like a substance.

These maids stood in a row on both sides of the long dining table. Their body movements were uniform, and even the curvature of their waists was exactly the same, just like a product of pasting and copying.

The light in the manor was very dim, the dining table was the center of the hall, and the surroundings were in darkness. These maids stood at the junction of light and shadow and bowed their heads in silence, unable to see clearly or even hear their breathing.

The atmosphere is creepy and depressing.

A row of four-headed copper candlesticks are placed on the long dining table. The pale candles are burning. The light is not the warm orange color of the flames, but a dim yellowish greenish color.

Under the light of this candle, the bloody steaks on five white dinner plates became unbearable.

At least for now, Jian Qiao and the others are not in the mood to eat.

"Please take your seats." Earl Clare invited the gentleman.

It is clearly an attitude that cannot be refused.

The four sat down one by one.

After sitting at the dining table, Jian Qiao realized that the situation was worse than he had imagined.

The meat on the dining table is not steak, but a pile of minced meat that has been cut into extremely fine pieces, pressed into a pie shape, the meat of an indistinguishable animal, and decorated with flowers beside it.

The minced meat seemed to be all raw, and the oozing blood slowly spread on the snow-white dinner plate. Under the projection of the candlelight, the bright red blood stagnated under the meatloaf into a deep dark color.

"Why don't you try it?" said Earl Clare. "Isn't it very palatable?"

The malice is overwhelming and suffocating.

There are dots of dark red on the purple flowers arranged in order, and some fine petals fall on the edge of the meat steak, which makes the meat very disgusting.

"Sorry, I'm not feeling well, I'm sorry."

Someone whispered a word, and the four of them rushed towards the stairs like a file.

The surrounding maids looked over in unison, their heads tilted at the same angle, and pairs of strange red eyes staring straight at them, the strange feeling like maggots attached to the bones became more and more intense, which made people feel uncomfortable. Behind him was covered with white sweat.

The sound of footsteps falling on the stairs became clearer in the dead room, the thick muffled sound was mixed with the crispness of dead leaves.

The malice behind it became more and more obvious, but those eyes just stared at him without any reaction. It was obviously just a short walk up the stairs, but he was trembling with fear.

The four climbed up the stairs. At the corner of the stairs, under the cover of No. 13, Jane quietly wrote the last stroke on the back of hand No. 78.

The moment he entered the room, the half-hidden maids in the corner of his vision were still staring at him coldly. Earl Clare was standing in front of the long table with a standard smile on his face, and the purple flowers on his chest were lightly shining in the pale green light. trembling slightly.

Exactly like the flowers on the dinner plate.

The moment the door was closed and all eyes were cut off, Jane let out a long sigh of relief. He finally knew where the familiarity came from.

The flower is Aconitum navicularis.

This beautiful purple flower is highly poisonous.

As expected of the flower representing [maliciousness], the moment they entered the manor from the mist, everyone was warned of death.

The six rooms are the serial numbers of the six deaths.

The room they vacated belonged to the boy who died in the mist.

Additional question [Clare Manor] The time limit is three days.

According to this rule, No. 13 and No. 26 should die on the first day, No. 39 and him on the second day, and No. 65 and No. 78 on the third day.

But on the first night, for unknown reasons, the person who died changed from No. 13 to No. 39, so the number of two deaths per day was postponed, and the people who should die the next day became him and No. 65.

This creates a mismatch between the requirements and the reality.

In the requirements, NO.13 should be dead, he belongs to the "dead soul", but in fact NO.13 is still alive, so when he holds the cross in his hand, he meets the conditions and starts the game, and No. 65 with the help of No. 78 Escaping the mortal catastrophe, in reality, means that number 65 is already dead, and also belongs to the "undead", but in the requirement, number 65 should still be alive at this time, the requirement and reality contradict each other, and the game has to end.

This shows that the requirements are greater than the actual.

According to the requirements, there are two death quotas per day, and the group should be wiped out before the harvest festival begins.

As for the appearance of the unknown steak mixed with boat-shaped aconitum tonight, it should be because the actual number of deaths did not meet the requirements.According to inertia, nothing happened to the steak yesterday, and everyone should eat it today, but who knows, because the steak is too disgusting, everyone is scared.