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Chapter 917 It's a painter

"So you think that the creation of the death portrait is a means of attack by the ghost, and this ghost is outside the villa?"

Based on existing clues, at least through the explanation of correct description, Mei Sheng’s conclusion is this.

Jie Zheng felt that there was enough evidence to support him. He raised his right hand with difficulty, raised the wound in his joints and said:

“When the writing sounded, I realized that something was wrong, and I was about to run away, and I never turned to look at the window.

But the attack has begun.

My limbs were as if they were hit by bullets and were pierced by some kind of electric drill.

At the critical moment, I crawled back to the window with my face covering, pulled the curtains up, and then fainted."

This is Jie Zheng's experience from being in danger to being escaped. Obviously, his approach was effective and avoided death.

It seems that this experience also verified his ideas.

“There was a ghost who had been watching us outside the villa, just as the painter remembered the characteristics of the things he was painting.

It is quiet and not exposed to our vision.

Through time, we are exposed to its eyes more and more characteristics until it is enough to draw a portrait of death.

By that time, it will be our death.”

Listening to Jie Zheng's talk, Mei Sheng kept analyzing silently.

If he described it, there was no flaw in this theory. After all, he could survive, which already shows that the theory was established.

Mei Sheng fell on the thick curtains, as if he could see a ghost watching him silently after this.

After a while, she whispered:

"But your portrait of death is different from that of Yuan Ren and Fan Rong, and they all have fatal injuries on their bodies.

And in the painting, you are just hanged by iron chains through your limbs, and this will not be killed in a short time."

Regarding this, Jie Zheng also had his own answer, and he hurriedly answered:

“As I said, the painter ghost completes the portrait of death through the passage of time, observing the characteristics of our bodies bit by bit.

In the guest room, my conservative actions made it fail to grasp my face.

So my dead end didn’t trigger perfectly.”

Speaking of this, Jie Zheng struggled to grab the portrait on the bedside table with his hands, but failed.

He could only say to Mei Sheng helplessly:

"If I expected it would be good, my face would not appear on this death portrait."

The portrait of the death of the three attacked people has long been remembered in Mei Sheng's heart.

She no longer needs to verify, and she has confirmed in her heart that what she said is correct.

There was indeed no face in his death portrait, only a man who fell on his back and fell on the ceiling.

Mei Sheng thought for a while, then looked at Jie Zheng and continued to ask:

"Are you sure you didn't see a pen and paper when you entered the room?"

Jie Zheng is a very capable and opinionated person. He felt a little displeased with Mei Sheng’s doubts and said in a deep voice:

"Of course I can be sure that there is nothing on the bedside table when I enter the door."

That's strange...

In the scene of Yuan Ren's death, she was not present, but Fan Rong died in front of everyone.

After Yuan Ren died, they found the coma Jiezheng and fell into a long blank period.

Since there are no conditions for completing this task and no information prompts, it is a regular survival task.

Therefore, everything in the mission location needs to be investigated.

After experiencing one death and one injury, Mei Sheng led Fan Rong and others to take collective actions and continue the investigation.

Among them, Fan Rong found a pen, a piece of paper, and a bottle of dry ink on the bed in the suite on the second floor.

Then in just half a minute, Fan Rong was in front of everyone, her abdomen was digging open and her intestines were rotten.

In other words, in addition to knowing the truth, the two dead who died found paper, pen and ink bottles, these three items.

Before Mei Sheng came into contact with Jie Zheng, she always believed that these three items would be a key link in the dead end.

But Jie Zheng also gave his own complete logical chain, which made Mei Sheng unable to find out which idea was correct for a while.

After thinking for a while, Mei Sheng did not express his worries, but concluded:

"So in your opinion, the ghosts of this mission cannot enter the villa before the dead end is reached.

It will only wander outside the villa and invisibly observe the characteristics of each clerk.

Only after preparing for painting will it enter the villa to kill the clerk.”

Jie Zheng nodded confidently and said:

"After the painter's ghost's murder conditions, the life path surfaces.

As long as the remaining clerks do not expose themselves to any position that can be seen by the outside world, you can delay the task until the end of 8 o'clock in the evening."

Mei Sheng looked at him deeply, but in fact she didn't agree with this life path in her heart.

Or, she thought the mission would not be so simple.

Although it was because of escaping from death that he got extremely important clues, it does not mean that his judgment must be correct.

The biggest suspicion that lingers in her heart is the deaths of the first two deceased, which is obviously different from his situation.

What significance does paper, pen, and ink bottle have in this task? The theory of correcting the correctness is obviously unexplainable.

However, the entire villa has been searched and confirmed that no new items have appeared.

The progress of the task is in a deadlock, so you might as well try to solve the right path, which may lead to new changes.

Mei Sheng looked at the location of the curtains again, and after confirming that no sunlight was infiltrated, she shouted to the outside of the door:

"Come in."

As soon as the words were finished, the two of them, who had been eavesdropping for a long time, couldn't help but push the door and enter.

Qiu Zheyan is a northern man with a burly figure and a loud voice. He said excitedly as soon as he entered the door:

"Mr. Jie is really bold, meticulous and talented. He not only escapes from death, but also brings us a way out.

Then we just need to block all the windows of the villa?"

Compared to the excited Qiu Zheyan, Dai Yingqi obviously did not have much joy on her pretty face.

He looked at Mei Sheng with some desire to speak, then stopped on Jie Zheng's face for a while, and whispered:

"I didn't question Mr. Jie's intention, but I thought maybe..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mei Sheng turned his head and glared at him, holding back the sentence.

Dai Yingqi hurriedly stopped and did not dare to continue talking.

In fact, his next sentence is:

"Xie Sheng is not dead because he did not see paper, pen, ink bottle like Yuan Ren and Fan Rong..."

“I saw that blocking all windows would inevitably lead to risks.

We'd better hide in a secret room without windows and not give painters the chance to observe our characteristics."

Mei Sheng changed the subject and expressed his thoughts.

Qiu Zheyan slapped his forehead and took a step forward and said:

"Next to the master bedroom on the third floor, is the owner's photo washing room, but there is no light at all."

Mei Sheng nodded, pointed at Jie Zheng and said:

"Please help Mr. Jie up and let's cover ourselves with a sheet."

Qiu Zheyan and Dai Yingqi didn't say anything, but directly lifted up the sheet on the bed, untied it and buckled it inside, and got in.

The two of them supported the seriously injured Jie Zheng, hid in the sheet, lowered their eyes and followed Mei Sheng's footsteps.
Chapter completed!
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