Half Immortal - Chapter 8

    Yan Wei raised his hand and patted the waiter on the shoulder, “Hello, buddy.”

    The waiter gritted his teeth and turned to look at him with a sullen face. Under the dim light of the corridor, his eyes, which were extremely protruding because of their thinness, were even more conspicuous.

    Yan Wei seems to be talking to a normal waiter: “It’s so tiring to fight such a heavy thing alone. Why don’t I help you carry something…”

    He stretched out his hand and said politely and politely, “Why don’t you give me the cleaning tools and I’ll help you move it.”

    During the action, Yan Wei touched the black ring with no pattern on his finger, and the information panel popped up. Sure enough, in the buff/debuff column, the two blocks of “Waiter’s Disgust” and “Waiter’s Favor” began to light up alternately.

    The waiter’s thin face smiled at him and grinned at him. In the information bar, the buffs and debuffs hanging on him light up in turn.

    –finally stopped at “Waiter’s Favor”.

    Yan Wei is still a little disappointed – I want to see the waiter get angry.

    This is Schrödinger’s buff.

    “Guest,” the waiter threw the garbage bag directly into his hand, “You are really kind, thank you for your help.”

    The garbage bag containing a person’s body was heavy, Yan Wei was mentally prepared to pick up the cleaning tool, but when the weight fell, his hands trembled and he almost failed to catch it.

    Yan Wei, who felt that she had touched the corpse through the garbage bag: “…”

    “Are you going guest?”

    He controlled his expression and smiled without changing his face: “Go.”

    The corridor was as long as ever, and after a few turns, Yan Wei followed the waiter to the elevator.

    The elevator door opened, he followed the waiter into the elevator, and put the garbage bag on the floor of the elevator. The waiter put down the cleaning tool and took out a magnetic card from the pocket of the tuxedo.

    The magnetic card swiped next to the elevator button and made a beep. Then, the waiter pressed the “-1” button.

    —one basement floor.

    Yan Wei’s eyes narrowed.

    They walk through the fifteenth floor of the hotel, and they don’t need magnetic cards at all. The elevator can be used as long as you enter. The waiter never mentioned the basement level to them from beginning to end, and players tried to press the “-1” button while exploring, but nothing happened. Now it seems that it is not that there is no response, but that they do not have a magnetic card.

    He was still thinking, when the waiter suddenly shouted angrily: “Guest, what are you doing here!? Are you doubting my professionalism and don’t believe I can handle the garbage?”

    The waiter will definitely not let him continue to follow. Tonight, the waiter’s move to clean up the body, in addition to the magnetic card information, will there be anything else?

    Yan Wei frowned, met the waiter’s terrifying gaze, and asked, “Dude, if you are very angry, will you be so angry that you want to kill?”

    The waiter has slowly stretched his hand towards his neck, his voice hoarse: “Disobedient guests will be killed…”

    He seemed to want to appreciate Yan Wei’s panic-stricken appearance, looking straight at Yan Wei, moving very slowly, for fear that he would not be able to wait for Yan Wei’s fearful expression if he moved too fast.

    However, the young man raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, leaned back directly, bypassed the waiter’s thin and powerful arms, and said with relief, “It’s good to know **** people.”

    One half of the undead skills, all fatal injuries are invalid.

    He took a deep breath, tried to forget the existence of cleanliness, raised his hand and touched the waiter’s neat tuxedo-he wanted to make sure that there was nothing other than the magnetic card, and the magnetic card was Not the main clue.

    The waiter suddenly shouted: “Guest, what are you doing!?”

    Yan Wei got up and down and answered honestly, “Touch you.”

    The waiter gritted his teeth: “It would be good if the disobedient guests died!!”

    This time he stopped dawdling, and he stretched out his hands to break Yan Wei’s neck!

    Next moment—

    Nothing happened.

    The waiter’s hands seemed to be stuck by some strange force. Whenever he approached Yan Wei’s neck, he always stopped there. The more he couldn’t succeed, the more angry he was, the more he wanted to kill Yan Wei immediately.

    —The more you can’t kill.

    Waiter: “???”

    Yan Wei has already taken out all the pockets of the waiter’s body – except for the magnetic card, there is nothing else. It seems that the information given in the step of picking up the corpse tonight is that there is a clue on the basement floor. As for the magnetic card, whether he can take it or not, the waiter will not let him go to the basement floor now.

    Yan Wei clarified his thoughts in an instant, did not take the magnetic card, just turned and bent over to pick up the garbage bag with the corpse on the ground, out of revenge, he directly put the carrying rope of the garbage bag on the head of the waiter. , hung the garbage bag directly on the neck of the waiter.

    Rao was as powerful as a waiter, and was staggered slightly by the weight of the entire body.

    He avenged the waiter who threw the garbage bag into his hands, and walked out of the elevator satisfied: “Good night buddy.”

    After speaking, Yan Wei didn’t look back and left quickly. The waiter seemed to be limited to handling the corpse and did not catch up, but just stood in the elevator and looked at Yan Wei angrily.

    The elevator door slowly closed behind her, and Yan Wei quickly walked back to Room 5.

    The door of room 5 was open, and Yan Mingguang was standing by the door waiting for him. As soon as Yan Wei came back, he closed the door first, washed his hands carefully, then quickly walked to the desk and tore off a note from the desk.

    “Are you okay?” Yan Mingguang asked him.

    The man put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the desk slightly, but his back was very straight, and his temperament was like snow and pine. He seems to always be in a state of being ready to take action at any time. He is much more vigilant than ordinary people. He doesn’t seem to be someone who has passed the customs and has lived a comfortable life.

    Yan Wei shook his head: “Nothing happened, but I just followed to the elevator and was kicked out by the waiter.” He picked up the pen and began to write down the clues he had found on the paper, “But I found one thing – the body was taken to the basement floor of the hotel by him, and only the magnetic card on the waiter’s body can be opened on the basement floor.”

    This is not good news.

    Yan Mingguang: “We will meet the waiter sooner or later.”

    There is a problem on the basement floor, the magnetic card that can go to the basement floor is in the hand of the waiter. If they go to the basement floor to find clues, they must find ways to get the magnetic card from the waiter.

    Yan Wei nodded: “Yes, the basement floor is our goal. But besides the basement floor, there are still many problems.”

    He wrote three words on the paper.

    —portrait, painter, eye.

    Yan Wei connected the three words in a triangle shape and said: “We have now established that the woman in the portrait may kill. The woman in the complete painting simply wants to kill, but In the studio on the top floor, the people in the paintings without eyes want to dig our eyes. The paintings with eyes are the artist’s early works, the artist’s later works, only his self-portrait and the painting of the female doctor in the studio are complete, all the others are missing Eye.”

    He turned the pen in his hand and thoughtfully said: “Because the painter’s later paintings lack eyes, so the ghosts want to dig out the eyes of living people to fill themselves?”

    How do you explain the painter who came out to kill tonight? Judging from the expression of the middle-aged man, it was undoubtedly the painter who climbed out of the painting to kill. The painter himself also lacks eyes, and he can still be different from the person in the painting. The painter can climb out and kill.

    “If there is a complete logic, it can also be explained. That is a painter who doesn’t know why he can’t draw, dare not draw, or can’t draw eyes, and draws the pile of incompleteness in the studio Words. I don’t know what happened after that, the painter died, his own eyes were gone, and the paintings he painted came alive. Those in the paintings without eyes wanted to dig out the eyes of living people to fill their own There is no lack of eyes. Everything has to do with painting and eyes, where will the clues of the stairs be…?”

    Yan Wei said something.

    Yan Mingguang was at the side, picked up a pen, and wrote three words while the pen went.

    —Studio, Room 1, B1.

    The brush stroke is cold and strong, completely different from Yan Wei’s flamboyant style.

    Yan Wei stared at these words for a while, then chuckled.

    “I think we still have a lot of problems to solve. Then why did the waiter take the body to the basement level? And the top floor, next to the studio, in Room 1, where we live Room 2 to Room 5, I don’t believe that Room 1 is useless. But our clues have come to an end.”

    “Tomorrow Exhibition.”

    Yan Wei shook his head: “The reason why we have come to the end is that all the speculations about the painting seem to be inseparable, but there are many things that we don’t understand, and we can’t find any important clues. .I think, in addition to the art exhibition, we have to go somewhere else.”

    He wrote the word “hospital” heavily on the sticky note.

    In the studio at that time, Yan Wei also noticed that many portraits have no background, or only a few bouquets of flowers and other decorative backgrounds. But there are also some paintings, they all have the same background – the hospital.

    Yan Wei also looked at it specially at that time, there was no hospital outside the window of the studio, and it would not have been drawn by the painter sitting by the window and looking at the scenery outside the window. A background that cannot be seen all the time but appears frequently, must be a place frequented by painters.

    And the complete portrait of the female doctor…

    More clues about the painter and the painter who gouged out the eyes, maybe there is some progress in this hospital.

    “Tonight…” Yan Wei thought thoughtfully, “Will something happen again?”

    In Room 5, Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang were lying on the bed with clear boundaries, their breathing was even and slow.

    After all, after a busy day, Yan Wei was picky, and finally she felt sleepy. But before the drowsiness completely swept over, he suddenly heard a rustling sound outside the door.

    The night light that had been left all of a sudden went out silently!

     Room 5, which was originally bright, was suddenly dark. The windows were clearly and tightly closed, but the thick curtains swayed slightly, as if something lightly passed by, bringing a cool breeze.

    The sound was very soft, like someone’s footsteps. But it’s too light, and it doesn’t look like a normal person’s weight. The wooden floors of the hotel make an almost undetectable rubbing noise…

    Squeak, squeak…

    The voice was getting closer and closer to the bed.

      The visitor, who did not know what it was, stopped beside the bed, the sound stopped for a moment, and a chill swept across Yan Wei’s neck.

    He felt something touching his head and neck—it seemed to be cold knuckles, very stiff to the touch, and seemed to be slightly wet.

    But this “thing” just touched him, and then it seemed to be rummaging for something on the bedside. Yan Wei tried his best to keep his breathing steady. Under the quilt, he quietly grabbed Yan Mingguang’s hand—Yan Mingguang must have woken up.

    But Yan Wei felt that they couldn’t open their eyes.

    This is obviously not personal, like sneaky, groping for something in the surrounding darkness. They are still asleep at the moment. If they open their eyes, who knows what kind of ghost they will see, and whether it will trigger any danger? Although he is not dead, he is also injured. If he is seriously injured in this dungeon, he will be extremely passive the day after his undead state is lifted.

    Under the quilt, Yan Wei’s hand was on Yan Mingguang’s hand, and the warm palm felt completely different from the cold and gloomy feeling just now. Yan Wei also felt the tense state of Yan Mingguang’s whole body.

    —Don’t open your eyes.

    Yan Mingguang seemed to understand, and lightly tapped Yan Wei’s hand with his fingertips.

    The cool feeling lasted for a while, and the rustling footsteps sounded again. The unknown thing seemed to be far away from the bed, and Sen Han’s feeling also dissipated.

     But Yan Wei did not hear the sound of the door opening, but heard footsteps suddenly appearing on the corridor outside. Across a door, Yan Wei couldn’t hear clearly, but felt as if he was still rummaging for something.

    After a while, all the sounds disappeared again, and the dark room was very quiet. Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang didn’t open their eyes to speak – the ghost may or may not have left.

    Yan Wei lay stretched on his side on the bed, his hand under the quilt still maintaining the posture of resting on Yan Mingguang’s palm. Such a close contact made the cold sweat on his palm a little on Yan Mingguang’s hand, Yan Wei didn’t move, closed his eyes, and felt the surrounding environment attentively.

    Fortunately, the thing that groped on him never seemed to appear in the middle of the night.

    Yan Wei slept in a daze, tight and unsteady that night.

    When he woke up during the day, Yan Mingguang had packed everything up and sat calmly on the small sofa by the window. This man has a straight back, his slender legs are meticulously laid flat, and he sits upright like someone who just woke up early.

    “Good morning—” Yan Wei looked back from Yan Mingguang, and his early hoarse voice suddenly stagnated, “My day!!”

    The drowsiness he still had left disappeared immediately.

    The mattresses, bedside tables, and walls that were originally white as new were covered with **** handprints! Those places are clearly the places where something that I don’t know what it is in the middle of the night has been groping!

    Yan Wei flipped the quilt and got out of bed in an instant, and ran quickly into the bathroom. Sure enough, he saw a dried blood mark on the back of his neck touched by the thing. It was obviously a trace touched by a blood-stained finger, not thick, even a little thin. Yan Wei was disgusted, looked in the mirror and compared it with his own hand, it really didn’t look like a living person’s hand.

    The bloodstain did not scare him, but his picky cleanliness was instantly committed, and he took a shower in the morning without a word. When Yan Wei came out, Yan Mingguang was standing at the door of Room 5, holding the doorknob in one hand and opening the door, as if looking at the corridor outside.

    Yan Wei took a closer look at the **** handprints beside the bed, then walked to Yan Mingguang and asked, “What are you looking at?”

    Yan Mingguang didn’t speak, just raised his hand and pointed to a place on the corridor outside the door.

    Yan Wei looked in the direction, her eyes suddenly stopped.

    That was the trash can they threw the dolls yesterday. To be cautious, yesterday they threw out everything related to eyes in the room, and also threw the two dolls with very delicate eyes on both sides of the bed into the trash can.

    But at this moment, the trash can was completely overturned to the ground, and the two originally very delicate dolls had fallen to the ground not far away. The doll also has **** handprints all over it. Their eyes that were originally as realistic and delicate as black gems have been completely gouged out, and only the cotton wool inside the doll can be seen popping out of the hollowed-out eye holes.

    Yan Wei frowned, “The two dolls were placed at the head of the bed yesterday, and the place where the ghost groped last night was also around the bed…”

    They seem to have avoided a death trigger.

    But Yan Wei didn’t feel relieved at all, but felt tight. He walked slowly to the overturned trash can and squatted down, looking carefully at the two dolls whose eyes had been hollowed out.

    If the woman in the long dress who died on the first night did not know when she was targeted, what happened to these two dolls? If they didn’t throw the doll out, and they also had an accident at night, wouldn’t that mean the ghost was going to kill three people in one night?

    Yan Wei thought that the so-called art exhibition would last for nine days, and nine of them would enter the copy. Except for the first player who died unruly, they killed a woman in a long skirt last night. Exactly one person for one night, this is the time limit given to them by the copy.

    But now, if three people may even die in one night…they only have seven people now, and they can’t last for a few days. This so-called nine-day period is simply a blindfold for people to relax their vigilance!