Horror Game: Crazy criticizes a beauty who has no martial ethics

After hearing what he said, Xia Lingge folded the corners of the book page again to form a triangle, then picked up the quill pen inserted in the ink as a ruler, and continued to extend the top corner of the triangle forward. Unexpectedly, he found that the corners of the page were straight. Point to a sentence in the book.

'When you have eliminated the impossibles, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. (When you eliminate all impossibilities, what remains, no matter how unbelievable, is the truth)'

Sherlock Holmes' most famous quote.

But what does this mean?

Xia Lingge looked at Sicheng and saw that Sicheng was also frowning and thinking. She looked away and glanced at the rest of the study. She found that there was also a painting of Van Gogh's "Starry Moon Night" hanging in the study - the picture was beautiful. She walked over When I took it off, I found that the title of the work, the name of the author, and the author's nationality were marked on the back of the oil painting.

Country of Citizenship……

Xia Lingge picked up the book again and read the sentence - 'When you have eliminated the impossibles, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. 'If you take out the first letter of the sentence pattern before each punctuation, it can be combined into 'W/W/H/M' - an abbreviation that can be translated as 'Who's Who in Huntsville Magazine'.

huntsville,

is a city located in northern Alabama, United States.
America……

Xia Lingge suddenly turned to Si Cheng and Bai Weiwei, "Go and look at the paintings hanging outside. Which painter's nationality is American."

Sicheng and Bai Weiwei nodded.

There are many paintings hanging in the corridor, beautiful, abstract, realistic... They don't understand paintings, so they can only take them down one by one to read the information marked on the back.

"found it."

At the corner of the corridor, Si Cheng took off a painting of a restaurant on an empty street. Depression, solitude and silence were the keynotes of the whole painting, but this painting had an extremely beautiful name - "Nightingale"

Painted by Edward Hopper of America.

They put the painting aside. Xia Lingge bent her finger bones and knocked on the wall. As expected, there was no sound. She stretched out her fingertips and groped back and forth, only to hear a "click-" sound, and the square wall slowly turned to the right. The side was cut open, revealing a rough button handle.

Xia Lingge held the handle and turned it back and forth, and suddenly heard a friction sound like a huge thunder.Looking at Sicheng and Bai Weiwei, she hung up the oil painting and returned to the study.

The huge bookshelf spread out from the middle to both sides, and the dark passage led directly to the underground. Xia Lingge was already familiar with it.

"Are we... going down?"

Bai Weiwei stood behind and looked at the passage. The faint cold air hit the door. She shrank unconsciously and stepped back. She looked at Xia Lingge and Si Cheng as if expecting some reply.

"If you're scared, there's no need to go down."

Xia Lingge took the candlestick handed by Si Cheng, lifted up her fluffy and wide skirt with her other hand and slowly walked down the stairs. Si Cheng followed behind her. Bai Weiwei was the only one left in the huge study room. The wind outside the window seemed a little crazy. , Bai Weiwei looked around in horror, grabbed a candle and ran down:

"You wait for me!"

The spiral staircase spread downwards. When Xia Lingge and Sicheng stood on the ground holding candles, they were startled by the scene in front of them. The huge circular table was semi-encircled underground, with layers one after another. The exquisitely carved and complicated patterns rise layer by layer in a decreasing order. There are eight portraits hung on both sides of the dry wall. But the strange thing is that each figure's face has been smeared with black, and it is so messy that it is impossible to see the characters in the painting. Who is the person.

Xia Lingge held a candle and approached the paintings. He raised his sleeves and tried to wipe them to no avail. His eyes moved down to the bottom of the picture frames.

Elder Kloster.

Is this a member of the Kloster family?

Xia Lingge walked past every portrait, and the surname "Kloster" was written underneath. Could it be that these are the ancestors of the Kloster family?But why are they all placed here, even their faces are blurred...

"Senior, look above."

Sicheng's voice interrupted her thoughts. Xia Lingge followed her gaze and looked up. She saw a woman tied up high up. The woman was wearing a gorgeous and bright red wedding dress, with sickly pale arms. On his knees, he seemed to be staring at them with blank, expressionless eyes. "Ahhhhh!"

There was a scream from behind.

Bai Weiwei held her hand against the wall and opened her mouth wide, as if she was frightened.

Xia Lingge averted her gaze and tugged the hem of her skirt upwards. She stepped on the edge of the circular platform and climbed up little by little. She slowly approached the red bride.

The crimson gauze skirt reveals a certain kind of decadence. The bride's body is thin, but her belly is surprisingly big for some reason. There are no other wounds on her body except her wrists. She looks like an upper-middle class person compared to Mrs. Kloster. A world of difference.

This is not like a hidden beauty in a golden house.

She freed up her hand and slowly touched the belly of the red bride. As soon as her fingertips touched the back of her neck, she suddenly felt a cold wind blowing by. Xia Lingge suddenly retracted her hand and the cold wind disappeared immediately. Below, "Light all the fires."

Fires all around were lit.

Xia Lingge looked down and found that the round countertops were covered with dense characters, like some kind of ancient and complicated writing, and the portraits hanging on the walls seemed to be looking over, and they clearly knew they were deceased people. painting, but she felt like she was being watched by countless pairs of eyes.

"Sister."

Sicheng shouted down.

Xia Lingge picked up the hem of her skirt and stepped down step by step. Si Cheng stretched out his hand to help her fall down safely.

"Senior, what did you find?"

"This should... be an altar."

Si Cheng was stunned: "Altar?"

Xia Lingge nodded. The complicated words, the bride of death, and those weird family portraits really looked like a sacrifice.

However, the Kloster family is set to be a royal noble, with no shortage of identity, status, and money. What is the purpose of setting up a sacrifice?

But there is nothing else in this underground chamber.

Bai Weiwei leaned against the wall and said with some trembling: "O-otherwise we should go out first. These things cannot be solved in a short while."

Xia Lingge nodded.They walked back along the original path, but before they turned the corner, there was a sudden "click" and the subtle candlelight projected from outside the door disappeared.

"not good!"

They ran forward in a hurry, but the door to the secret room was locked extremely tightly, and someone closed the door from the outside!
"Let us out! Let us out quickly!" Bai Weiwei slapped the door and kept shouting.

But no one answered them.

"We're not going to be trapped here, are we?" Bai Weiwei's face turned pale.

Xia Lingge held up a candle and illuminated the walls on both sides of the aisle. She tapped and pressed with her fingertips, but there was no movement. "Let's go back first." She said, "If anyone outside dares to close the door, they will leave no room for us." To survive, walk down and see if there is any other way."

But people outside,

a……?