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

Opening the door, the corridor outside was quiet, the night wind was blowing, and as soon as I stepped out, the door closed behind me.

The walls on both sides of the aisle were covered with portraits. The slightly raised corners of the mouth seemed to be in a good mood, and the lifelike eyes stared directly at everyone passing by. They were originally full of artistic atmosphere, but now they looked terrifying.

Jiang Yingbai stared for a while, then took out the flashlight and walked downstairs. If the light went out...

Don't be afraid of anything, just be afraid of ten thousand.

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Something fell to the ground. The texture was hard and the sound was hollow. I couldn't tell the specific location.

Jiang Yingbai turned back and frowned slightly. The corridor was still the same and nothing had changed. Any abnormalities in the mission could not be ignored. She could not have heard wrong.

I scanned the portraits on both sides one by one. They were all portraits. Some were standing, some sitting, some backs, some lying down. There were text annotations in the lower left corner.

Could it be that the painting is moving? Normally, Jiang Yingbai would never consider this aspect, but this is a supernatural copy. Unlike the second copy, it is unscientific and contains ghosts.

Jiang Yingbai once again scanned the portraits of the things in her hands one by one. After comparing them with the memory, she found no abnormalities. After thinking about it, she took out her phone. Sometimes the human brain can deceive itself, and the memory cannot be completely trusted.

Moreover, ghosts covering their eyes, ghosts hitting walls, ghosts possessing the body, ghosts pretending to be ghosts, etc. are all common in supernatural dungeons, or they are the means to kill players.

Of course, the mobile phone may not be useful. Maybe she fell into a hallucination as soon as she left the room. Everything she saw now was fake, and the action of taking out the mobile phone was also fake. In fact, it was not impossible that she was standing at the door in a daze.

After taking every picture carefully, Jiang Yingbai turned around and continued walking downstairs.

Do you want to leave the clone here?

After thinking about it, Jiang Yingbai quickly put an end to this idea. First of all, Jiang Yingbai couldn't pay attention to the situation on both sides at the same time. He would probably not notice the details of both sides when doing double duty.

Secondly, the clone can be used to block the knife. If something suddenly rushes out from the corner, the clone can be summoned in front of the body to block the attack. Anyway, the clone can be recovered without being killed by a knife.

Jiang Yingbai learned this method in the game. Up owners often do this kind of operation to show off their hand speed.

The good news is that Jiang Yingbai does not need to rely on hand speed. The even better news is that there is no delay in the world game, and the clone comes out with just a thought.

Click——

There was another noise behind him. Jiang Yingbai quickly turned around and took out his phone to compare them one by one again, focusing on comparing all the paintings on the back.

In horror movies, it often happens that the painting on the back turns its head. When there is someone but no eyes, the painting will secretly turn its head. When it completely turns, the person in the room will definitely die.

But nothing has changed. Could it be that the portrait is moving? But there was nothing else in the corridor except the portraits.

Jiang Yingbai continued to walk forward, passing through two more rooms and reaching the stairs.

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He had just taken two steps when another voice came from behind.

Jiang Yingbai turned around again and took out his mobile phone to compare, but there was still no change.

Why is there no change?

Is that thing invisible to the naked eye? With so many thoughts in his mind, Jiang Yingbai shook his head and continued to move forward. After walking through two rooms, Jiang Yingbai paused slightly as soon as he stepped out. Familiar paintings, familiar corridors, she came back again, back to the end of the corridor, but she felt nothing, and the surrounding scenery changed in an instant.

In front is Wu Cheng's room. There are six rooms on the left and right sides of this floor. Wu Cheng's room is in the fifth room next to the stairs. There are two paintings hanging in each room.

Jiang Yingbai looked forward. He could see the corridor as far as the eye could see, but now he couldn't see the wall until the end of his field of vision.

"Did the ghost hit the wall? If so, was it originally arranged this way, or was it because I fell into the trap because I stepped into the stairs."

He raised his head slightly and said, "Anyway, let's find a way to leave first."

Jiang Yingbai looked at the location more than ten meters away. There was an elevator. Yes, that's right, Wu Cheng's house had an elevator. Although it was only on the fifth floor, wealthy families didn't lack the money, and of course they didn't lack the space.

Whether it is a novel or a horror movie, few people take the elevator, or those who take the elevator are dead. The space is small and airtight, which makes people shudder just thinking about it.

Jiang Yingbai wasn't stupid enough to think that the elevator was an escape route. She looked ahead and still had to decipher the secret.

He glanced at Wu Cheng's door again. Are these two normal rooms? There was a ray of light under his room, just like when Jiang Yingbai left.

Only Wu Cheng lives in a room on this floor. Wu Cheng has lived alone on the same floor since he was 5 years old. The woman arranged this deliberately. She hopes that Wu Cheng can develop in all aspects and don't forget his character during the learning process.

She hopes that Wu Cheng will be a strong, confident, independent, and honest child. These qualities should be cultivated from an early age, so Wu Cheng has been honest and responsible since he was a child, doing his own things, going to and from school alone, washing dishes, and doing laundry. Clean the room……

If there were no outsiders, the woman would never take the initiative to feed Wu Cheng tonight.

Wu Cheng can be said to be a child who grew up in the formula: when to eat, what to eat, what time to get up, what time to go to bed, when to do what, how long to work, what to study, what time to study, etc. , all arranged.

The amazing thing is that Wu Cheng has never complained. He has always listened to his mother's words. He has always been a good boy, always.

Jiang Yingbai didn't knock on Wu Cheng's door in the end. There might not be a way to survive inside, it was most likely a ghost, and Wu Cheng couldn't be trusted.

Jiang Yingbai stood up straight and carefully reviewed everything that happened tonight. After a minute, she found nothing unusual.

Exhaling a breath, "So is there something wrong with the idea? The sound of the landing is not the key at all, or it is the key to reaching a certain level. The sound of the landing is not produced by the painting, but something else."

She reasoned bit by bit.

"If there is an abnormality in a painting, it is not that there has been a change, but that there is an abnormality in the painting itself, and there may be clues to the content of the painting."

After thinking about it, she raised her head and scanned the paintings one by one again. This time she looked very carefully. Jiang Yingbai suddenly realized that she had overlooked a very serious point. There were text annotations in the lower left corner of the paintings.

If there are words, it will be easier to handle. If there are words, it means there is a sequence, such as the number of words.

Thinking of this, she approached the paintings and looked at the annotations one by one. It was more obvious than she thought. The time of painting was written in the annotations, so it seemed that the answer should be this.

These paintings are hung on the wall and can be removed by lifting them up. The metal picture frames feel a little cool to the touch, but are smooth to the touch, relatively hard, and have a good texture.

Jiang Yingbai took down all the paintings one by one and hung them in chronological order. The corridor space was distorted and deformed. When Jiang Yingbai came over, the end had returned to normal.