Please draw your way of death

"Next time there is such a situation, I will advance."

Meng Qishu looked down at the hand tightly held by Ning Mian, who was in front of him, and was pulled forward silently by him, with a little guilty helplessness on his face.

"When did you find out I was missing?"

Ning Mian finally stopped and looked back at him, her expression still tense: "After the wooden house caught fire."

In Ning Mianzhong's impression, although Meng Qishu is a relatively adventurous person, he will never risk his life.

But when he saw the same flame burning in the wooden house as the first person entered, he was still flustered.

"After the flames die down, I'll go in and look for you, but you're not here." The two of them happened to walk past the ruins, and Ning Mianzhong's eyes only glanced over there before hurriedly moving away, as if it was something that one couldn't bear to look at. Something, "It's the same situation as the previous player. The layout of the house has hardly changed from when we entered, but there is no trace of your existence."

It's hard to imagine how Ning Mian felt when she finally faced an empty studio.

The flames raged, the flames died down, and took away his most important person.

Meng Qishu tightened the hand he held with Ning Mian, trying to comfort him with such a small gesture.

"What then?"

"Later I tried to locate you through the card, but..." Ning Mianzhong's voice dropped, as if thinking of something unpleasant, "The card could not locate you."

Under normal circumstances, there is only one situation where the card cannot be located in the dungeon, and that is death.

When Ning Mian finally received the card positioning results, she almost crushed the card.

But fortunately, he has not completely lost his mind.

Generally speaking, after the death of a teammate, the dungeon team relationship will be automatically disbanded, but the relationship between the two is still bound, which shows that there is still a turning point.

"After your accident, the players didn't dare to try it lightly." Ning Mian finally said, "They only dared to go in and take a look at it. Everyone is afraid that they will be the next person to be burned to death in the studio."

The successive deaths of two players cast a heavy shadow on the player's interior, so that they changed their previous indifferent state and were cautious about every attempt.

After trying unsuccessfully on the first night, the players left one after another, only Ning Mian remained on the top of the mountain waiting for a possibility.

As long as the team formation status is not lifted, the possibility of Meng Qishu's survival will be one point higher, and he cannot leave yet.

Fortunately, as the dawn approached, the positioning of the cards finally changed.

Although this positioning point is very strange, outside the... cliff?

But Ning Mian, who had been waiting all night, obviously didn't care about the unacceptable position outside the cliff. The news that Meng Qishu was still alive was like a strong medicine, which pulled back his sanity that was hanging in the air!

"And then, it's what happened after I met you." Ning Mian finally seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

It wasn't until the moment he actually hugged this person in his arms that he was truly convinced that the opportunity for death was really lifted.

"Have you spent the whole night here?" Meng Qishu obviously caught a different point from Ning Mianchu's narration, he hesitated, and said, "But... I don't think I painted in the studio all night .”

Although the process of painting can indeed make people forget time, the environment outside the wooden house is the real dawn and night, and he will never stay in the studio for more than two hours!

"All night." Ning Mian finally replied affirmatively.

Meng Qishu was silent for a while, then suddenly remembered something and said: "...The player before that?"

"I haven't seen it." Ning Mian finally understood what he wanted to ask almost instantly, "I have never seen the player before you. Since he disappeared in the studio, no one has seen him again. .”

In this case... the consequences for that player seem to only point in one direction.

"When did my location appear on the card?" Meng Qishu finally confirmed.

"Early morning." Ning Mian finally said, "To be exact, it was when house 520 started burning."

At that time, there were no other people left around the house, so Ning Mian finally remembered it very clearly.

When the house started to burn, it was the time when Meng Qishu's position reappeared on the card.

Things seem to be developing a bit.

Painting in the studio, those who do not meet the requirements will trigger the opportunity of death.

And the player who triggers the opportunity of death will enter the other party's space and have a chance to correct their mistakes in time.

The flames on Meng Qishu's side were probably burning together with the wooden house on Ning Mianzhong's side in the early morning. The final countdown is over. If you still don't have the intention to comprehend the dungeon, you will stay in another space forever and be burned by the fire. Incinerate.

"The dungeon didn't intend for us to draw anything from the very beginning." The two walked down the mountain along the path, and Ning Mian finally affirmed, "Not every player has the talent for drawing, so if we only rely on It's obviously not fair to draw something as a criterion for whether the task is done or not."

The triggering of the opportunity of death and the subsequent release obviously confirmed his thoughts.

What the copy wants them to do is never to devote themselves to drawing something.

Ideal, whether it is Strickland or Omeland, their definition of this word is never the work itself, but the things poured into the process of creation.

It may be paranoia, it may be pursuit, it may be belief...

Who knows.

But what is certain is that Omeland cares more about the process than the work itself.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have spent half his life in poverty, and ended up burning everything he owned.

"When you were painting in the studio, what were you thinking about?"

Meng Qishu was taken aback for a moment.

When re-examining the past, he really didn't seem to take these illusory things to heart.

"How to solve the mission of the dungeon, and how to make my painting better."

Where should each stroke fall, whether the paint is selected correctly, what kind of technique should be used here...

But something else was missing.

"Emotions." Ning Mian finally answered the answer he hadn't had time to think about, "You have distracting thoughts in your mind, what to draw is just a formula for you, but ideals shouldn't be like this."

"Or to put it this way, Omeland's definition of ideals is not like this."

The ideal is to do something you like, devote yourself to it, and enjoy it with all your heart.

In this process, emotion is more important than technique.

Meng Qishu seemed to understand a little bit.

No wonder Ning Mian finally wanted him to have no other thoughts when he walked over from the cliff just now.

If you can't achieve the lunatic paranoia of Omeland, then you must do it to clear the distracting thoughts in your heart.

"When house 520 reappears tonight, I'll go first." The edge of the town is in sight, and Ning Mian's tense expression seems to have finally eased a bit along the way.

He exhaled and said: "If this conclusion is still wrong, then we can only overthrow it and start over."

Anyway, he couldn't bear the shock of seeing Meng Qishu suddenly disappear again.

He would rather be himself in the flames.

"But I still want to..."

"No," Ning Mian finally interrupted him sternly, "You don't want to."

Meng Qishu smiled helplessly, with a look of innocence, a bit like a naughty child who tried to commit a crime but was caught halfway.

When he returned to the hotel room, the sun had just risen a little. Meng Qishu had no intention of eating breakfast, and fell asleep as soon as he entered the door.

Ning Mian finally closed the door and came back when she turned her head and saw Meng Qishu lying sprawled on the bed, she immediately pursed her lips and sighed.

Anyway, leave him a place, he didn't sleep all night.

When he woke up, it was already around two or three o'clock in the afternoon. Meng Qi Shufan sat up in a daze, only to find that Ning Mian was not in the room after all.

He opened the door and went downstairs to look for it, and met Mu Heng and Wen Shi who had finally talked with Ning Mian at the door of the hotel.

"Is there anything new?" Meng Qishu came down from the steps and walked over.

"Mu Heng and the others found some information about this dungeon." Ning Mian finally made room for him, and continued, "Basically, it matches the multiple dimensions we guessed earlier."

"It's like this. Wen Shi and I went up the mountain to look for you in the early morning. But it's strange, at the same time, on the same road, neither of us has met anyone." Mu Heng said, "And it's very important. At one point, within the time difference of no more than an hour, the wreckage of house 520 has completely changed."

Completely... changed?

Meng Qishu showed a puzzled expression at the right time.

"The wreckage that Mu Heng described to me is the same as the one we saw during the day, and there are traces of rummaging by players." Ning Mian finally explained, "But when the two of us came down, the house had just burned After all, it stands to reason that these traces would not appear."

Combining the two doubts, it seems that these unreasonable places can only be explained by a reason that sounds fantastic.

"Originally we just made a simple guess, but we didn't expect it to be true." Wen Shi spoke in a very soft voice, Wen Gentle and comfortable.

They had originally planned to rule out this possibility, but after discussing it with Ning Mian, they realized that the opportunity of death triggered another time and space.

If this is the case, then it is more likely that there are multiple time-spaces in the copy.

"Then what is the connection between these two spaces, can they come in and out at will?" Meng Qishu asked.

If they can come and go as they please, does that prove that they don't have to wait until night to complete the task?

"The current guess is that early morning and dusk are the transition points." Mu Heng said, "After a certain point in time, the road leading to the space on the mountain will become only in and out or only in and out."

For example, the space on the mountain in the early morning can only be exited but not entered, and the space on the mountain in the evening can only be entered and not entered.

"One thing is not right." Meng Qishu was listening to Mu Heng's analysis, and suddenly interjected, "The space at night is not only in and out. After coming down from the mountain, the landscape of the town has not changed."

"But from the cliff, the town is different during the day and at night." Mu Heng frowned.

This seems to be a contradiction.

"But we seem to have forgotten something," Meng Qishu waved a finger in front of his face, his slightly raised eyes were serious, "The reason why we think that the town is different during the day and at night is because Because we're standing 'on the hill'."

The author says:

The second warning of the big knife: the next few chapters are recommended to be read, and it will be almost like the beginning of the next volume...