I have an escape guide

Chapter 14 The Man Trapped in the Painting

Because, he found the source of sight.

It's not a surveillance camera, but a person, a person standing in the painting.

Why Lin Yangfei can be so sure, it is because he and that person looked at each other, it was the painting hanging on the wall.

He had noticed this painting before, it was a girl sitting on the grass, with a pretty face, the wind blowing her high ponytail, she was fishing by the river with a fishing rod, but after nightfall, this painting became, She stood up, facing Lin Yangfei, put her raised index finger by her mouth, and placed the fishing rod casually on the grass.

However, just now, Lin Yangfei met the girl's eyes.

He held up a flashlight to shine on the painting, the girl turned her head to look at him, and he walked to the front of the painting, the girl slowly put down her hand on her mouth.

It seems that it is really not his illusion, this painting will move, as if the painting came to life.

The girl raised her other hand and opened her clenched fist. Lin Yangfei saw a key in her hand. He looked at the girl suspiciously, then pointed at himself.

He means, is he going to give it to me?

The girl nodded.

She pointed to the door on his left, Lin Yangfei turned around and looked, isn't that the door at the end of the corridor?

He turned back and saw the girl throw the key out.

"Bang Dang" sounded.

This sound was extremely noisy in this quiet environment. The key hit the opposite wall and then fell to the ground. Lin Yangfei hurried to pick it up.

When he raised his head again, he found that the person in the painting in front of him was looking at him in horror. No, Lin Yangfei realized that he was not looking at himself, but at his back.

Lin Yangfei turned around slowly, and he saw that the girl had a stern face, her hands were on her neck, she seemed to be scratching something, her mouth was wide open, as if she was shouting, Lin Yangfei hurried over, he You can touch the painting, but you can't interfere with the things in the painting.

Gradually, the girl felt that she was about to die. She rolled her eyes, and the struggle with her hands slowed down a lot. Lin Yang had to look closely to find that the fishing line was wrapped around her neck, getting tighter and tighter. Clear purple-red strangle marks appeared on her skin.

Finally, the girl wouldn't move.

Just like that, it became a normal painting again.

Lin Yangfei looked at the key in his hand, and his heart suddenly became heavy. At this time, a notebook was stretched out from the side, and it was written: Damn, I saw it. This painting lost a key for you. It's too awesome.

Lin Yangfei: ...

Chen Donghui's words came at the right time. Lin Yangfei seemed to feel less guilty when he said that.

But he can also be sure of one thing, these paintings are afraid of that thing, so when the night falls, they all cooperate consciously.

What kind of room will be at the end of the corridor, Lin Yangfei became curious.

Have you ever heard, some legend about the end of the corridor?

It seems that these legends say that in the hotel, the position at the end of the corridor cannot be used by people, because there are few people active in this position and the atmosphere is very dark, especially in the dead of night or when the lights are dim, it looks even more dark and terrifying.

He also said that this position is the easiest to bump into ghosts.

But for the current Lin Yangfei, it doesn't matter anymore. He has encountered so many supernatural phenomena, and this place is not bad. He wrote in his notebook: Let's go and see.

Chen Donghui made an OK gesture.

The door at the end of the corridor looked very clean. There was a golden handle on the white door, giving it a luxurious and luxurious feel. Lin Yangfei inserted the key into the lock in the doorknob and twisted it lightly, nothing happened. The sound comes out.

But the doorknob can be twisted.

The door was pushed inward, and when it was opened, a single bed was directly in sight, with a sofa next to it, which looked like a bedroom.

Lin Yangfei first scanned the room with a flashlight, and felt that there was really no danger, so he checked his eyes with Chen Donghui and walked in.

When they fully stepped into the room, they heard a "snap" from the door, and the door closed automatically.

All the sounds flooded into his ears at once, making Lin Yangfei a little uncomfortable. The sound of his heartbeat was beating, the sound of shoes rubbing against the floor, and the rustling of clothes.

Lin Yangfei covered his ears. He stayed in that environment for a long time, but now he felt that it was too noisy.

"Damn it!" He heard Chen Donghui curse, and then said pleasantly, "I can hear it! Oh, Yang Fei, I can hear it!"

"Okay, okay, wait, don't speak so loudly." Lin Yangfei hurriedly raised his hand to stop.

Chen Donghui didn't seem to have any sequelae, but he was alive and kicking. He stretched his muscles and said, "It's really suffocating me if I can't hear you."

"It seems that it's really the problem of the corridor." Lin Yangfei gradually got used to the current sound environment, but luckily it wasn't noisy at first, otherwise he would definitely suffer for a long time.

Lin Yangfei raised the flashlight and began to observe the surrounding environment. This is indeed a bedroom. It seems that no one has lived in it. Every piece of furniture is covered with a thick layer of dust.

"Look for clues here." Lin Yangfei said.

Chen Donghui responded, "Okay!"

Any movement can set off a pile of dust, and there are some weird insect corpses, which have dried up and fell to the ground. Chen Donghui stepped on them without looking, and they were directly broken into slag.

"It seems that no one has been here for a long time." Lin Yangfei muttered to himself.

However, someone in the air suddenly took this sentence and said, "Isn't it." The voice was a bit dull and not particularly clear.

"Who!" Lin Yangfei raised the flashlight and shone around, and Chen Donghui also stopped.

He asked, "Did someone talk just now?"

"You heard it too." Lin Yangfei said to Chen Donghui.

Chen Donghui nodded, and he said slightly annoyed: "I heard that, hey, who dare to hide in the house to scare me."

"Be careful, there may be a third person in this room." Lin Yangfei told Chen Donghui that he was careless because so many weird things happened just now.

There are a total of twelve living people in this room. He almost forgot that there are other players. Therefore, it is normal that there are people here, but he does not know whether the opponent is an enemy or a friend.

Still need to be vigilant.

As a result, the person replied directly: "Do you have a third person? Where is it? Why didn't I see it."

This time he said so many words at once, Lin Yang couldn't directly determine the place where the voice came from, so he directly took a flashlight to shine it, but it turned out that there was indeed no one at that location.

nobody?
Lin Yangfei was a little puzzled.

He looked to the side again, and there was no one there.

"No way, it's really haunted." Chen Donghui also saw it, he and Lin Yangfei were the only two people in the room, he said in a panic.

"That's right, did you just find out now?" The voice appeared again, and Lin Yangfei realized at this time that the position of his photo was wrong, and the voice should be at a higher position.

The beam of the flashlight moves up.

Lin Yangfei saw that it was a huge portrait hanging on the wall. This painting was much larger than the outside paintings. As soon as the light hit it, the man stretched out his hand to block it, and said, "Hey, hey Hey, you caught my eye, get it out of the way, you little bastard."

"Fuck, the painting is talking." Chen Donghui sighed from the side.

The man in the painting responded, "Isn't it weird?"

"Nonsense, how can a painting speak for itself." Chen Donghui answered directly and complained.

The man shrugged and said casually, "All the paintings here are fine."

Chen Donghui: "???"

Lin Yangfei held up the flashlight and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm Jean Baptiste Poquelin, the boys these days are not polite and don't know how to introduce themselves," said the man.

Chen Donghui approached Lin Yangfei and asked in a low voice, "What is he talking about?"

"Jean-Baptiste Poclain." Lin Yangfei looked serious.

Although it was translated, Chen Donghui didn't understand, "Who is that? Is it famous?"

"It should be very famous in France in the seventeenth century." Lin Yangfei explained, he raised his head and said to the man, "My name is Lin Yangfei, and his name is Chen Donghui."

"Young man, you do know me." There was some appreciation in the man's eyes.

"French classicist literary writer in the [-]th century, founder of classical comedy, and another great drama master after Shakespeare, Molière." Lin Yang said calmly.

This time, even Chen Donghui had a surprised expression on his face.

He leaned into Chen Donghui's ear and whispered, "I just memorized the monthly exam a while ago."

"Young man, I'm a little embarrassed when you say that. I'm him, but not him." Molière scratched his head, "In the end, I'm just a painting."

"Why are you all alive?" Lin Yangfei asked curiously.

Molière shook his head: "I don't know, oh, I remembered, it seems that since a guest came to the villa, I began to vaguely feel the things around me."

"Guest?" Lin Yangfei asked suspiciously.

"Yes, I also heard what the maids said when they were cleaning the room. In those few days, it was said that a guest came." Molière explained, "Afterwards, this villa felt changed, bit by bit This is what it looks like today."

"How?" Lin Yangfei asked.

Molière looked puzzled, he spread his hands and said, "I know very little, I'm just a painting, how can I know so much."

"Then where is this room, you will always know, right?" Lin Yangfei pointed to the floor of the room.

Molière replied straightforwardly: "I know, the guest bedroom on the fourth floor."

Lin Yangfei and Chen Donghui looked at each other, sure enough, they both thought of the same thing, Little Irene's candy, he hurriedly asked: "Then do you remember, someone came in to hide the candy?"

"Candy?" Molière was a little puzzled, he tilted his head and thought for a while, then shook his head.

"Or something like a wooden box, something that can hold candies." Lin Yangfei hurriedly went to his backpack, took out the wooden box, and held it up for Molière to see.

Molière lowered his head, looked at it for a while, and said as if remembering something: "Just now, I suddenly remembered something."

(End of this chapter)