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Chen Zhifei retreated abruptly, Ding Bai's bright eyes were staring at him.

"You..." Chen Zhifei froze for a moment, "When did you wake up?"

Ding Bai propped himself up and sat up, the pins in his palm pricked his fingers several times, he rubbed his fingers and said unnaturally: "Just... just now."

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became a little strange, so strange that Ding Bai felt that the temperature on his face had risen inexplicably, and he suddenly remembered that light kiss in a certain gray world.

As if to ease the atmosphere, Ding Bai said again: "You say you, if you want to remind me, you might as well take a pen and write on my face. If it really doesn't work, you can tell me quietly."

Chen Zhifei sat on the edge of the bed and didn't know what to say, should he write?It seems to have been written.And if he remembered correctly, he seemed to have told Ding Bai quietly.

Back to the night when it rained, Ding Bai sat unconsciously in the classroom all night, and when the gray sky was about to light up, he finally started to return the same way.

The rain outside the house did not know when it stopped, Chen Zhifei walked slowly behind Ding Bai, and when Ding Bai returned to the bed again, Chen Zhifei sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the person in front of him for a long time.

Before the person on the bed was about to wake up, he rubbed a piece of red paint on Ding Bai's face.

Time went back to 24 hours ago, it was still the same classroom, this time Ding Bai had a cut on his finger.Chen Zhifei looked at the frowning person on the bed, wondering what kind of dream the person in front of him was having at this moment.

He held Ding Bai's hand, and carefully disinfected the cut finger.He moved carefully as if holding a piece of fragile glass.

"I'll just remind you once, go and see those corpses and count the number of students." Chen Zhifei held Ding Bai's hand and squeezed it, and the brows of the person in front of him seemed to relax a little.

never mind.He said to himself, although what he has done so far has long been against the rules.

Anyway, it was already like this, Chen Zhifei didn't care anymore, he attached himself to the shoulder of the person in front of him and bit him.As if feeling pain, Ding Bai frowned slightly.

If Ding Bai had woken up sooner, he should have heard the hurried footsteps not far away.

Ding Bai coughed twice again in embarrassment. He rubbed the hair on his head and stood up from the bed: "But won't you be punished if you remind me like this? I remember that you seem to have some rules that prohibit dealers from interacting with The bookmaker talks about gambling."

Chen Zhifei pulled back his thoughts and answered Ding Bai's question: "I probably didn't 'discuss' the gambling with you."

"..." Ding Bai was speechless, he couldn't refute, so he could only accept silently.Immediately, Ding Bai put on his coat, and decided to go down to have a look before dawn.

Surprisingly, Chen Zhifei followed behind him this time.

"The gambling game doesn't stipulate that the croupier can't follow behind the dealer." Ding Bai said, with an unconcealed sense of humor in his words.

"No." Chen Zhifei said, and continued to walk behind him with arms folded.

Ding Bai smiled without showing any trace, and continued to walk downstairs.He had just walked on the first floor when he heard movement from downstairs. A group of students were walking upstairs, and they were discussing in a low voice.

"Some of them have already discovered it, so we have to finish our work quickly."

"Even if they find it, it doesn't matter. Doesn't it mean that the author's name must be found? I think they didn't find the author's signature at all when they found the corpses."

"Although that's what I said, everyone should be careful. If you are discovered, then the sacrificed person will become yourself."

Ding Bai hid in the corner and looked at the students who were going away, and it was the counselor who spoke in a low voice with his voice in the middle.When the crowd gradually disappeared at the corner of the stairs, Ding Bai came out from the corner.

"So, the way to break the game is to find out who the author of the work is?" Ding Bai looked at Chen Zhifei, who raised his eyebrows slightly.

It seems he guessed right.

After taking two steps, he felt that something was wrong again. The work that 'work' refers to?Is it the dead bankers who were turned into works of art, or are they 'works' that have not yet become works?

When everyone arrived, they soon discovered that there were only eight dealers left in the nine-man team.

Another one died last night.

There was not much time left for Ding Bai and the others, so Ding Bai told everyone what he knew.

"You mean, we are unfinished works? And one of those students is planning to turn us into a real work, so we need to find out who wants to make us into this so-called 'art Pin' so that we can break the game?" Xu Siyuan summed up everything Ding Bai said in one sentence.

"But how do we know who is trying to turn us into 'work of art'?" someone asked.

"Also, you just said that we will involuntarily act as models for them at night, why are we not conscious? And how do you know about this? Do you still have self-consciousness at night?"

Ding Bai took out the pins that he walked along from the classroom last night: "Because I always felt that I would wake up every night with a sore back and a sore back, and it felt like I kept a weird posture all night, so I kept one Eyes of the heart. I took this pin when I left the classroom yesterday. I put it on the edge of my trousers. Every time I walked, my fingers would just rub against the head of the pin. Waking up a little bit tonight."

"That's when I overheard a conversation between the counselor and the student."

Ding Bai concealed the fact that Chen Zhifei helped him, firstly because telling these bankers that there was a croupier to help him might have a bad influence on Chen Zhifei, and secondly because Chen Zhifei's method of helping him was really hard to say.

"But even so, how do we know who the author is?"

Ding Bai recalled the conversation he heard on the corridor before, as if someone mentioned that the work was signed.That is to say, who was the author was written on the body of the banker who died strangely that they discovered before.

If that's the only way, as long as they find the author's signature, wouldn't that be enough?

That's what most people think in their minds, but when it's their turn to start looking, they realize that it's not that easy at all.

How much easier is it to find the author's byline on a fragment of skin carved almost as thin as paper?Or is it easier to find the author's signature on a corpse wrapped in cicada chrysalis in wax oil falling from the candle floor?

Or is it easier to find the signature on the corpse wrapped in clay and made into a clay sculpture?

It seemed that it was not easy for them all, so this conversation happened among a bunch of people.

"Do you think it is necessary for these artists to make their signatures so obscure? Who can find them?"

"No, no, no, I'm almost blind, who carved this thing, how could I find it so thin!"

In another abandoned classroom, Ding Bai also had a problem. He stared at Wei Jie's body and searched around, but he still couldn't find where the signature was.

It stands to reason that the surface of the clay sculpture is smooth, so it should be easier to find, but no matter how Ding Bai observes, he can't find the author's signature.

Could it be that they were wrong?

Ding Bai couldn't help but start to doubt in his heart, did he understand it wrong?At this moment Xu Siyuan ran in and brought a message.

The person who died last night was found, in the water tank where the mermaid was found before, and the author's signature - Wu Mingfeng was found between the fingers of the corpse.

"Not only that, but the corpse wrapped in wax oil into a cicada chrysalis also found the author's signature on the ceiling." Xu Siyuan said, "Your guess is right."

However, Ding Bai looked at the clay sculpture in front of him, where would the signature of this 'work' be?Ding Bai carefully analyzed the two messages brought by Xu Siyuan, one was signed on the body of the corpse, and the other was in the surrounding environment.

Therefore, the author's fame does not necessarily lie in the work itself, but probably in the surroundings.

He focused his gaze on the clay sculpture in front of him again. Before, he felt that the death method of this corpse was too cruel, so he never moved the corpse.

At this moment, he remembered that before he found the corpse, he seemed to have found the broken hand first!

"Hand! Where's the hand you found before?" Ding Bai's sudden movement caught Xu Siyuan who was standing aside for a long time before he realized it. He only realized it when Ding Bai pointed to the clay sculpture next to him.

"Hands seem to be put away, you wait here, I'll go and get them."

After a while Xu Siyuan ran over holding the severed hand, he and Ding Bai rummaged through the severed hand for a long time but did not find the signature.At this time, Ding Bai was almost lost his confidence by himself.

There is no broken hand, so where will the signature be?He looked at the cross-section of the severed hand and the clay sculpture of the missing arm, and finally carefully placed the severed hand in its broken position.

At the same time, he looked in the direction the severed finger was pointing, and his eyes fell on a strange oil painting.

The author's name is clearly written in the lower right corner of the oil painting.

Ding Bai remembered that the group of students before said that this classroom contained the works of students who had participated in art exhibitions before, and it was said that all of those students died without exception.

He walked around the room, and then asked casually: "Xu Siyuan, what is the name of the author you just found on the other two corpses?"

"One's name is Wu Mingfeng, and the other's name is Li Le." Xu Siyuan said.

"Did you come here to see if it's these two names?" Ding Bai pointed to two places in this classroom, one is a lamp with a unique shape, and the other is a painting that I don't know what kind of paint is used. Two names were written in the lower right corner, Wu Mingfeng and Li Le.

The two looked at each other, as if they understood something.

In the middle of the night, a group of people passed by on the stairs. They walked down the stairs gently like a group of ghosts, and came to an empty classroom, where they sat where they should sit very familiarly.

Soon, a group of people came in again, they seemed to be talking about something easily, and no one noticed that there was anything wrong in the room at this time.

"Let's just say it's not that easy for them to find our signature."

"Although this is the case, I think we still have to speed up. I always feel that this group of people is a bit smart. I'm afraid it won't take long for them to discover our name."

"That's right, let's speed up tonight." After finishing speaking, these students quickly walked to their seats.

The female student walked up to Ding Bai to fiddle with his movements as usual, and after sketching a few strokes on the drawing board, she walked up to Ding Bai again, picked up Ding Bai's finger, and prepared to use the knife in her hand to strike at the opponent's finger. Cut a small slit.

"Huh? Why are there so many small wounds?" the female student said strangely.

"Oh, it was stuck by a pin." Ding Bai whispered, looking at the female student who was stunned for a moment, and said, "I suffered a little to wake up. You said it was like this, how could I die Here, right Liang Jie?"

"Or is it Li Menglin, Hu Yu or Guo Xiaoyue?" Ding Bai paused, "Anyway, there are only four girls among you, so you can always guess one?"

Ding Bai smiled at her, and the sound of reciting names kept ringing around.

And the faces of the students in front of them began to turn pale.