Doomsday successor app

Gong Xiaoyu looked at the empty room in confusion, scanned around and asked, "What do you want me to see?"

There was no trace left in the exhibition hall, let alone a corpse.

Song Ci was succinct: "The corpse disappeared."

Now Gong Xiaoyu became interested: "Could it be that the corpse was actually a disguise made by the murderer? Maybe he wasn't dead at all, but just pretended to be dead."

Song Ci shook her head. This assumption is of course impossible. The corpse is all tattered, no matter how you look at it, it is a dead person, and the ground is full of blood, which cannot be wiped off out of thin air.

When he came out to look for Gong Xiaoyu, he didn't hear any suspicious footsteps, and he couldn't think of anyone hiding the corpse.

The point is, how did he manage to make no trace of blood left here, and no sound was made to alarm him.

Song Ci even wondered if he had entered the wrong room.

He turned around and reconfirmed his route. He followed the bloodstains all the way to find this exhibition hall, and Akabane's footprints and bloodstains were still outside the door, so there would be no mistake.

Could it be that Akabane did this too?

Song Ci remembered the head he dropped, and walked out.

He followed the bloodstain all the way back to the previous place, but the head was still there. Gong Xiaoyu walked over and examined the bloody face: "This... who is it?"

Song Ci shook her head: "I don't know."

Although he didn't know it, he understood that there must be a reason why Akabane would throw this head to him.

Gong Xiaoyu pondered the situation in front of her: "The headless corpse disappeared, and there is only one head left here, so what's going on?"

Song Ci asked him back: "What do you think?"

Gong Xiaoyu smiled: "According to my speculation, it is only possible that the murderer or an NPC did it. Of course, they may also be the same person."

"The same person..." Song Ci thoughtfully, "The body can't just disappear out of thin air, we'd better go back and look for clues."

Gong Xiaoyu nodded, and the two followed the bloodstain back to the exhibition hall at the end of the bloodstain.

They went in, and there was still no body inside.

"Wait, there's writing on the wall!"

Gong Xiaoyu stopped him, but Song Ci saw the line of writing faster than him. There were four words written under the wall of the exhibition hall: Don't leave.

This line of writing was just before they entered the room, so someone must have written it after they left.

Song Ci frowned: "Can we get out of here?"

Gong Xiaoyu also shook her head: "I'm afraid not. When I came in, I thought there would be an exit, but this art museum doesn't even have windows, so it's hard to fly."

"No stairs?"

"I've searched, but I didn't see it. There's only one floor in total."

In other words, they can't leave here at all.

But it says on the wall: Don't leave?

Song Ci continued to ask: "Did you see anyone else here?"

Gong Xiaoyu even shook her head: "You are the only one. When I was visiting the painting, when I felt something was wrong, all the people had disappeared. I also entered the game, and then I ran into you."

Song Ci stared at the line of writing: "No matter who wrote this line of writing, he must know more than us."

Gong Xiaoyu: "Also, he might be the murderer."

Song Ci was not sure about this: "If it is the murderer, why did you leave such a reminder?"

Gong Xiaoyu also pondered: "Maybe it's to scare us, to let us know that there are other people here, watching us secretly."

Song Ci still felt that something was wrong, but since this line appeared, they couldn't just sit idly by: "No matter what, we still have to search this place, whether it's the murderer or the person who removed the body, or wrote this Those who write must be in this art gallery."

The two split up to investigate suspicious areas one by one. They agreed that if something went wrong, they would call each other's name directly.

They walked in two different directions, Song Ci continued to search in the direction where the bloodstain appeared before, while Gong Xiaoyu walked to the other side.

Song Ci returned to the place where Akabane had appeared before, he did not look at the head on the ground, and searched for clues by himself.

There's always something wrong.

The more Song Ci searched, the more upset he became. Something was wrong, but he still didn't find it.

He rolled up his wrist and looked at the countdown on his hand, it was stopped, his card should be working, everything was fine, but he just felt annoyed.

The corridor was silent, he stopped, and the entire art gallery was like a tomb.

□□ Quiet.

He finally knew the reason.

Because there was no sound in his ears again.

Akabane was detained by the security check, and he no longer followed him, nor would he speak in his ear.

Song Ci stopped suddenly, and in front of this corridor was a portrait of a person.

The people in the painting stared at him as he stared at each other.

"Akabane..."

He murmured in a low voice, the person in the painting had fiery red hair and a wanton smile, just like Akabane himself.

This is not Mo Qing's painting, nor is it Akabane's self-portrait. There is no signature on the painting.

But he knew who painted it, the brushstrokes of this oil painting were very familiar to him, all the colors were his favorite, and the composition was exquisite but he expected it.

Because the person who created this painting is himself.

No, it should be said to be later than the sea.

Song Ci could even vaguely see that scene, Chi Yuhai was painting meticulously with a brush in his hand, while Akabane watched from the side, also captured Chi Yuhai's appearance, and created another painting.

It is the painting of that signature cy.

Song Ci took a step closer, but stopped immediately.

"Akabane..."

He felt someone behind him and couldn't help but call out.

The other party did not answer, only the sound of water droplets falling on the ground.

Song Ci turned her head and saw Chi Yu standing at the other end of the corridor, looking at him gloomily.

Song Ci stood in the middle of the corridor, surrounded by Akabane and his portraits. When he lowered his head, he saw Akabane holding a head in his hand. It was also a fresh, freshly chopped head, and it was also bloody and bloody. It's all ruined, and it doesn't look like anything at all.

Without saying a word, Akabane threw his head to him.

The head rolled to Song Ci's feet happily, even a little happily, and there were tomato-like bloodstains all over the ground. At first glance, it looked cheap.

Song Ci: "..."

He looked at the head, and then at Akabane, very good, this weird and gloomy Akabane didn't have any killing intent, but looked at him with nostalgia and a little eagerly.

...So, could this throwing of the head be some kind of weird gesture of favor?

For example, just like a cat would give the dead mouse it caught to its owner as a big meal, this Akabane is also giving him the "trophy" he cut off?

Song Ci refused in her heart.

He really wanted to say to this buddy: Please put your head away, I really don't need it, thank you!

The author has something to say: I fail every day in metaphysics like a salted fish qaq

Shake the salt, I can turn it over and fry qaq

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