In the dungeon game, I subdued all the monsters with my strength.

Jiang Yingbai took one step forward, two steps, three steps.

Nothing unusual happened around him, and there was no sound of landing behind him, but Jiang Yingbai did not relax his vigilance. His brain was thinking and recalling from beginning to end, and his eyes were watching the surroundings vigilantly.

During such high-intensity operation, she finally stopped. She always felt that something was wrong. This puzzle was too simple, and she could figure it out with a little observation.

If it were in a horror game, Jiang Yingbai wouldn't even be able to think, and would go straight to the annotations. Generally, there are multiple portraits in game puzzles, and the portrait itself is often not the focus.

Moreover, it does not have a serious punishment mechanism. Players can put anything in their backpacks, and anyone with a brain will put food in it. There is really no need to stay trapped.

Other players will come if they haven't appeared for a long time. Unless this is a separate space, Jiang Yingbai feels that this is unlikely.

Wu Cheng must know that there is danger here, and he will definitely solve this crisis for the sake of his mother. Although the chance of a woman being tricked is very small, this is at her home, right at the door of Wu Cheng's room.

Wu Cheng will not let this kind of alien space exist, and other monsters are not afraid, because he will be safe wherever he goes.

Most likely, he will be able to leave when he tells Wu Cheng a story, but before that, there will definitely be a life-threatening crisis, and he still has to solve the problem.

Jiang Yingbai was standing in the middle of the corridor. She turned around and looked behind her. After staring for a few seconds, she suddenly thought of something. Which painting did the sound of the landing begin from? Looking back carefully, it seemed that it had always been there.

Reverse the positions of the two paintings next to it, use the clone to reach the end of the corridor, and take the first step forward.

pat-

The sound of landing sounded as expected.

The clone stretched out her hand to touch the wall, and suddenly she felt her fingers touch something. It was cool, smooth, and made of glass. It was a picture frame. She touched down and felt the metal texture on the edge. Now she was sure it was a picture.

This feels very strange. The wall in front of me is spotless and empty, but my hands can touch things. Is this painting transparent?

Lifting it hard, the moment the portrait was taken down, the colors suddenly appeared, as if they were conjured out of thin air.

The painting is of a staircase. There are no lights, and the atmosphere is gloomy. The staircase is very narrow, about one meter visually. There are many stains on the walls on both sides, which are earthy and yellowish.

There is an open door at the end of the stairs, that is, at the top. It is pitch dark and nothing can be seen inside. There is a box in the middle of the stairs. It is 15 centimeters high and 20 centimeters wide by visual inspection.

There is a hole in the front of the box, and in the hole is an eye. It looks out of the painting very resentfully. Jiang Yingbai always feels that it is looking at him.

The sound of falling to the ground was caused by it going downstairs. When it goes down completely, it will come to reality, and then it will brutally kill and eat Jiang Yingbai. Unfortunately, all this is hopeless. Thinking of this, its eyes glared even more resentfully. Jiang Yingbai.

Jiang Yingbai blinked indifferently, it was a painting again, was it a coincidence, or was it a feature of this game, why did she always encounter paintings, but since it was a painting, just burn it, it should be fine if it was burned.

Thinking of the clone taking out the painting, a beam of flame rose up, and the painting was quickly ignited. It burned out soon after, and the swapped painting was transferred back.

Jiang Yingbai looked around again. He felt that something had changed, but it seemed to have stayed the same. Is it because the gloomy atmosphere had dissipated?

Jiang Yingbai controlled the clone to walk towards the stairs. She successfully walked out of the corridor and came to the stairs. She took out her phone and took a look. At 7:40, 20 minutes had passed, which was longer than she expected. She had to come up again in 10 minutes.

Should you wait here or go back to your room?

Jiang Yingbai was hesitant. It was obviously not safe here, but neither was it on the way back to the room. No one knew whether he would encounter danger again, and what would happen if he delayed telling the story.

Just when Jiang Yingbai was hesitating, footsteps came from downstairs. Jiang Yingbai looked down and saw a servant, holding steaming milk in her hand. When she saw Jiang Yingbai, her expression paused and she stepped forward. It also became full.

Soon she returned to normal, smiled and asked, "Miss Ji, why are you here?"

Jiang Yingbai naturally found an excuse, "I misjudged the time. I came early."

After saying that, she looked at the milk in the servant's tray and asked knowingly, "Are you here to deliver milk to the young master?" The servant nodded and walked towards Jiang Yingbai, "It was arranged by the madam. The young master has to drink a glass of milk every day."

Jiang Yingbai backed away slightly and walked towards Wu Cheng's room, "I happened to be early, so let's go with you."

The servant's expression did not change. He approached Wu Cheng's room and knocked on the door. Jiang Yingbai stood two steps behind her and looked at her warily.

Soon there were footsteps in the house, and the door opened with a click, "Come in."

Wu Cheng's hair was a little wet, with water dripping from the tips. He was wearing light blue pajamas. It looked like he had just taken a shower. He stepped back to make way for the servant.

Looking at Jiang Yingbai unsurprisingly, as if he had experienced this many times before, he said, "You too."

Jiang Yingbai glanced warily for a few times and walked in without seeing anything wrong.

Wu Cheng chuckled, with a hint of irony, "Don't worry, I told you, I'm safe here."

Jiang Yingbai pulled out a chair and sat down without changing his expression. The servant put out the milk and left without saying a word.

The two of them sat in the room and stared at each other, "You..."

Before she finished speaking, Wu Cheng suddenly interrupted her. He said in a cold voice, "Don't worry, you will leave here soon, but it will be by death."

Jiang Yingbai asked, "Why?"

Wu Cheng leaned back in his chair, as if talking about daily life, "Why? Didn't you just experience it?"

Jiang Yingbai frowned slightly, "You mean, no matter who you are at night, you will be in danger, and it will not stop even if someone is dead."

Wu Cheng nodded, "That's right."

The room fell silent again.

After a long time, Jiang Yingbai asked tentatively, "How do you know about the game?"

Wu Cheng closed his eyes and said, "It found me."

Thinking about the attitudes of the other players, as well as Wu Cheng's way of looking at people and speaking, he even knew the game and the players.

Jiang Yingbai asked, "Has this copy been opened many times?"

Wu Cheng nodded and continued, "Very many times."

Jiang Yingbai asked, "What do you want?"

Wu Cheng, "alive."

He didn't raise his eyelids or move his hands. If he hadn't heard his voice, Jiang Yingbai would have thought he had fallen asleep.

Jiang Yingbai replied, "But you won't die now, right?"

What Jiang Yingbai didn't say was that Wu Cheng was the owner of this copy. His family was rich, he was talented, his mother was beautiful, and his father was capable. She really didn't understand what he wanted.

After all, he seems to obey his mother's words, or he wants to be ordinary, but he has always strictly followed his mother's arrangements. If he is not happy, why not resist.