It's almost dawn.

The villa at the foot of the mountain is always wet. It is the darkest time before dawn. The surroundings are cold and gloomy, and the musty smell makes people dizzy.

The moldy smell became stronger and stronger as it seemed to be between an abandoned courtyard wall covered with moss. Zhou Ran was fine, but Xiang Jiangming had a problem with his heart. He was so angry that he couldn't breathe for a while. His face turned pale. He pinched his nose and complained: "Can you really create something when you are fumigated by this smell every day?"

Zhou Ran: "Maybe artists' preferences are mostly unusual."

Xiang Jiangming: "I don't know if I look for it unusually. I know that after staying in this place for a long time, I will definitely grow mushrooms."

After Xiang Jiangming finished speaking, his throat itched and he bent down and coughed a few times. Zhou Ran held his hand and the two walked quietly to the third floor.

The structure of the third floor and the two floors below is different. At the beginning, it is not a corridor, but a circular open hall. There are two rooms on both sides of the hall, both of which are double-open doors, and the door handles are complex and retro.

After coming up to the third floor, the two stopped talking, and their steps and breathing were also adjusted to the lightest. Xiang Jiangming turned his head and said to Zhou Ran with his eyes: "There are really two rooms."

Zhou Ran raised her eyebrows and replied with her eyes: "Go over and take a look."

They approached one of the doors and looked carefully, and found that the handles of the door were smooth and there were signs of being worn white, which seemed to be opened frequently.

Zhou Ran put his ears close to the door, held his breath, and heard the rustling sound of the male owner carving things with a knife in the room, and the sound of water rumbling after morning tea was boiled.

She nodded to Xiang Jiangming, indicating that there was someone inside, and then the two of them straightened up and moved to another door more quietly.

This door is different from the one just now. It reveals a gray atmosphere from top to bottom. It seems that no one has used it for a long time. Zhou Ran put his ears up and held his breath to concentrate, but he didn't hear any sound.

Maybe this is really the hostess' studio.

If Zhou Ran’s guess is not wrong, then the wet painting is very likely to be a reminder, not a death condition.

At the same time, Xiang Jiangming moved his finger away from the door handle, looked at the dust on his fingertips, shook his head, and said with his mouth: "It seems that no one has been around for a long time."

Zhou Ran: "Do you want to go in and take a look?"

Xiang Jiangming blinked his eyes and thought for a moment, then agreed and said with his mouth: "Be careful."

Zhou Ran gently pointed her head and pressed her hand on the dusty handle. She took a deep breath and was about to press down, but her arm suddenly stopped.

At this moment, her heart beat again, and two faint breathing sounds sounded in her ears!

The breathing sound was not heard carefully, and the pleasure was suppressed, and there was a kind of excitement and expectation that was about to burst. It seemed that something was standing behind the door and holding his breath, holding his sickle and waiting for the person outside to come in.

The dangerous aura flew down and spread instantly, and then enveloped the two people. Zhou Ran's eyes automatically floated in front of him. The lion hunting in the grassland was sharp and treacherous. His sharp teeth were ready to move. He bent down in the grass and waited for the zebra to fall into the trap, and then jumped up and bit off its neck.

Xiang Jiangming felt Zhou Ran's stiffness for a moment and immediately became alert. The two of them quickly exchanged their eyes, almost instantly giving up the idea of ​​entering the door, turned around and ran towards the stairs.

With a click, the door was opened, and the sound of metal collision was amplified hundreds of times in the quiet space. It was as if people were beating gongs and gongs by their eardrums, making people's hearts pound. The next second, two sculptures that should have disappeared appeared at the door.

One of them had no head and the other had no legs. The original white sculpture had been stained with blood. After they locked the target, their bodies moved quickly and appeared behind Zhou Ran and Xiang Jiangming almost instantly.

The temperature around him dropped sharply, and Zhou Ran turned around and frowned and looked at them.

The head-who was tilting her neck, staring at them strangely, and the head-who was also turning, as if she was not missing her head, and she locked her eyes on Xiang Jiangming and Zhou Ran.

Is it really a condition to trigger death to reach the third level?

Zhou Ran: "Run!"

But Xiang Jiangming grabbed Zhou Ran's sleeve and said helplessly: "Zhou Ran, the stairs are gone."

Zhou Ran's heart sank and turned back to look at the stairs. The stairs that originally led from the second floor to the third floor disappeared out of thin air. The third floor became a suspended platform, with the smell of blood and wet mold in the air.

Without the stairs, this place immediately became an isolated island. Zhou Ran could hear her heart beating heavily and quickly in her chest.

But Zhou Ran's expression was still calm, her eyes were looking at them, and her brain flashed through all the details since she entered the game.

She still felt that this was not a dead end.

Because there are two rooms here, the prompt is likely to be a fool. On the surface, it prompts the death condition of "you will die if you go up to the third floor", but in fact, it combines the difference between painting and sculpture, and points the prompt message to the hostess.

So they have a 90% chance of not dying here.

Zhou Ran stared at the sculpture and clenched her hands into a fist.

The sculpture felt the hostility of the little girl, but they didn't take it seriously. The murderous intent flashed in their eyes, and a giggle came out from the corners of their mouths. They could hardly wait, and their hands and feet were all in a strange excitement.

Zhou Ran's heartbeat slowly calmed down, and her eyes became more and more dull and cold as she looked at them. She thought, maybe she should take this opportunity to confirm whether she could communicate with them, so she said, "You can't kill me, I didn't wet you."

The two sculptures did not answer, but became even more irritable. They suddenly started to attack when they had no way back and rushed over, stretched out their hands to grab them, trying to pull them into their bodies.

But Zhou Ran and Xiang Jiangming were also prepared, so they clenched their fists from left to right, and with the force they rushed over, they fucked them out with heavy punches.

Xiang Jiangming didn't know how much force he used, but he actually smashed a hole in the chest of the lame sculpture, but after he smashed it, he sat down, grabbed his chest with his hand, and his forehead was wet.

Zhou Ran bent down to hold his body.

The male owner heard the sound and wanted to open the door while shouting the servant's name. However, the headless sculpture was knocked away by Zhou Ran and hit the door halfway through. The huge impact force knocked the male owner to the studio.

Because there are no stairs and the male owner who is about to open the door is an uncertain dangerous factor, Zhou Ran held Xiang Jiangming and ran to the female owner's studio, then turned around and decisively slapped the door, and immediately locked the door.

Xiang Jiangming let go of Zhou Ran's hand, slid on the ground and leaned against the door, and took out the medicine bottle from his backpack with his trembling hands.

He raised the medicine bottle, poured it into his throat in two gurgling sounds, took a deep breath after filling it, and cursed: "Spicy chicken game! Ten gold coins, ten gold coins of this thing, how many copies do I have to run to earn ten gold coins!"

When Zhou Ran heard his angry curses, she knew that his health was not seriously injured.

Outside the house, the male owner opened the door and came out again.

Zhou Ran looked out through the narrow crack in the door. With the bonus of her skills, she saw him holding a sharp kitchen knife in his hand and shouting: "Who is it!"

The sound of the servant's footsteps came from the room. Before he woke up, the old voice said to the male owner: "Is the sculpture crazy again?"

The male owner: "But I just killed them and threw them outside."

The servant: "Then they should be obedient. But what's going on? Is someone going to the third floor?"

The male owner: "It shouldn't be that the stairs will disappear at night, and they can't come up."

Zhou Ran couldn't help frowning when she heard the male owner's words.

Will the stairs disappear at night?

But they obviously came up from the stairs.

Xiang Jiangming also showed an equally puzzled expression, and the two of them frowned at the door at the same time. But just like reading the question and reading the known conditions that they don’t understand, smart students will always circle it, and then continue to read the question stem, and then return to consider this condition after reading it.

The two of them gave up thinking for the time being, circled the information and remembered it, leaned down one high and one low, and listened carefully to their conversation.

The servant nodded and said yes, and said, "Then throw them here. If they eat people, they will definitely become more vivid. By the time you are next week's exhibition, you will definitely achieve higher honors."

The male owner nodded, then helped the sculpture up and leaned against the wall at the door, muttering: "I obviously killed them, why are you alive again? You're not good at this."

After a while, all the sounds disappeared.

It wasn't completely bright yet, and it was about five in the morning.

The effect of heavy punch gloves can last for three hours, and the stairs seem to appear before dawn. Zhou Ran and Xiang Jiangming did not rush out, but turned around the house.

It is indeed a studio here. The paint smells very strong, and the painting tools are spread scattered on the ground, with a layer of gray falling on it.

Xiang Jiangming: "It seems that there is something wrong with that male owner."

Zhou Ran: "Hmm?"

Xiang Jiangming pointed to the mess here, as well as the gray frames and spider webs: "If he really loves his wife, and loves every work, he will definitely clean up his wife's studio and will not ruin this place."

Zhou Ran said it makes sense, "President Xiang seems to be very good at love."

Xiang Jiangming smiled, looked at her with his eyes and said, "I want to talk about it for a while."

Zhou Ran no longer continued this topic: "Let's see if there are any clues."

They crossed the painting tools and walked to the depths of the studio. There were many awards on the walls here, and there was a huge cabinet against the wall, which was filled with all kinds of trophies.

Zhou Ran: "Open and take a look."

Xiang Jiangming nodded.

The two of them approached the cabinet, Xiang Jiangming reached out to open the dusty glass door, and the two of them looked in with a frown.

With the blessing of skills, Zhou Ran's eyes swept across all the awards almost instantly, and quickly concluded that this was the award for paintings, and there was no trophy about sculptures.

Xiang Jiangming pointed to the small words of the trophy and read: "Lu Ruoyan, her name is Lu Ruoyan, she is a great artist. There are many paintings here, all of which are her works, and there are also patterns on it."

Zhou Ran: "Well, now it's certain that all the paintings here are made by the hostess, while the sculptures are made by the hostess."

They turned around, looked at the work that was tilted in the studio, and sighed softly.

She is obviously an artist who has been honored, and her works should probably appear in a gorgeous exhibition hall, rather than being so miserable and casually placed on the ground.

Xiang Jiangming: "What's going on with that staircase?"

Zhou Ran did not answer when she heard this, but was silent. But Xiang Jiang knew that it was not that Zhou Ran didn't know the answer, but that she was thinking about the rigor of her words.

Based on his understanding of her, if she didn't know, she would just answer it straightforwardly and not know, and then she would smile gently, turn her head and ask what President Xiang thinks? If she doesn't speak, she must have a clear idea.

Sure enough, Zhou Ran was silent for a moment and said, "Maybe it's because of you."

Xiang Jiangming: "Because of me? Because of me, I disappeared?"

Zhou Ran shook her head gently: "No."

Xiang Jiangming looked at Zhou Ran, and complex emotions flashed through his eyes.

He suddenly remembered the girls in his class. Every time he cleaned the fan, boys always liked to stand on it and shake the rag. When the dust fell down, the delicate little girls would cover their noses and run out of the classroom with disgust.

But at the moment, Zhou Ran was standing in a dusty room.

She stood there with no expression on her face, her thin back spine was always straight, and although her small face looked soft and delicate, she felt a momentum in her bones that would never admit defeat.

This way, Zhou Ran made Xiang Jiangming unable to look away, so he could only stand there and listen to her speak a unique and organized analysis in a soft tone.
Chapter completed!