MTL - Half Immortal-Chapter 2 Promenade Hotel (2)

The color of the tuxedo was not visible, but it was enough to see the color that became darker after being stained with blood.

The waiter smiled again: "Guests, please come to the restaurant with me."

In such a scene, the people present are obviously seeing it for the first time. Several players have vomited out with pale faces. Only the man leaning on the front desk raised his eyelids and his expression was still indifferent. Calm down, as if nothing happened just now.

This is the first time Yan Wei has seen such a scene.

He felt that he should be like others, nauseated or disgusted, but he was not very afraid of such a picture, and even rose a little...excited.

The more difficult it is, the more he wants to challenge.

Before appearing here, this mysterious "lou" has already said that death... may happen at any time. There were only a few more scenes like this after that.

He can't die.

He will only be the one who survives.

Yan Wei blinked, and quickly thought about how to deal with this dungeon. Being the most conspicuous one in a dangerous place will only cause trouble. It is better to leave everyone alone and wait for an opportunity.

His challenging eyes were instantly restrained, replaced by the same panic and fear as everyone else.

At this time, the waiter had turned and walked towards the corridor.

The silver-haired man with glasses followed without hesitation.

Yan Wei's tone was slightly light, and seemed to be very worried: "If you don't keep up, you will die..."

He raised his foot to go, but shrank back. After going back and forth a few times, Yan Wei "hesitantly" followed.

Seeing that Yan Wei had followed the waiter with a "fearful face", some players were reminded by Yan Wei's "unintentional words", and said tremblingly: "Do we have to go? ...?"

"Follow me...I-I don't want to die..."

The rustling footsteps rang out one after another. The decapitated corpse was lying in the pool of blood in the hall, the body was separated and no one cared about it.

The waiter led them into the long corridor leading to the restaurant and said, "Please keep the route in mind, I will only take you once, and you will need to spend the next few days in the hotel by yourself. On the way to the restaurant, you can visit the decorative paintings of our hotel, you will definitely like it."

After finishing speaking, the waiter no longer cared about the players' reactions, and walked very far ahead, and the eight people who were still alive followed quietly at a certain distance.

It didn't take long for everyone to find that the waiter didn't care what they were talking about, so they introduced themselves to each other, and then slowly began to chat.

"There are a lot of oil paintings hanging on the walls of the corridor, there are a series of them, hundreds of them."

"These paintings look good..."

"It says to find the 'stairs', could it be the stairs of which floor of the hotel, or the stairs in the painting?"

"But the paintings are all people and nothing else... They are all portraits of women?"

Among the players, a woman in a floral long dress was in front of a portrait painting, "The painting is so real, especially the expression and eyes, 'she' seems to be really smiling at me. "

Speaking, the woman in the long skirt raised her hand subconsciously, as if she wanted to touch the oil painting.

Yan Wei just wanted to raise his hand and pull back the hand of the woman in the long skirt, which is similar to courting death, when another cold voice suddenly sounded: "If you don't want to die, don't touch it."

The person who spoke was Yan Mingguang—the silver-haired man Yan Wei had noticed.

When everyone introduced themselves, he still walked aside indifferently, just said his name in a few words, and said nothing else. As if there is no interest in these temporary "teammates".

Yan Mingguang's expression was indifferent, and his tone was even more awe-inspiring and inhuman. The woman in a long skirt was so scared that she retracted her hand subconsciously, and after a long while said angrily: "… What, a painting doesn't kill people."

Another person said: "What layer of copy is this, is it related to painting?"

"I'm not sure if there is a problem with the painting, but this waiter looks... it doesn't seem right?" Yan Wei turned his back to the players behind him, and the corner of his mouth tickled, but the words he spoke were With a cautious tone, "It's not like a person at all..."

The rest of the people changed somewhat.

And a young man named Gao Ming raised his hand, pushed his old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, and said, "He is really not. It takes about 300 kilograms to break a human neck with bare hands. Not only that, from the figure and skin of this waiter, he should be dead, just a corpse without blood and only skin."

As soon as these words came out, several players froze for breath.

Gaoming sighed helplessly: "I'm not afraid. I'm a forensic doctor. I've seen a lot of dead people who can't move, but it's the first time I've seen someone who can move. It's best for everyone to stay away from this waiter, otherwise what? Not sure when to die..."

Yan Wei blinked.

He said softly: "...Who said you have to stay away from things that are not human?"

The volume of these words was extremely low, but Yan Mingguang seemed to have heard Yan Wei's words, his eyes moved, and he looked at Yan Wei, and there was a quick flash of surprise in his cold expression.

Gao Ming was stunned: "What did you say?"

Yan Wei chuckled: "Nothing."

If you can survive just by avoiding, then this so-called copy is meaningless.

If "lou" really wants to kill them, it's easy, no need to beat around the bush. Since the waiters exist, they must not only exist to kill them. Now that he has entered this dungeon, there are only two things he has to do.

One, live.

Second, try your best to find the "ladder" Lou said, and go out from this copy. It is not known what the ladder is, but if you just wait passively, it will be difficult to find the so-called ladder.

Yan Wei already had an idea in his mind - the copy only said that he could not disobey the NPC, and he did not say that this NPC was not interchangeable.

The waiter walked ahead without looking at him, and had already left a lot of players behind who didn't follow closely. He walks up now, and the people behind don't notice him.

He took the time, quickened his pace, and walked directly to the waiter.

The waiter seemed to be unaware of his approach and still walked forward with a smile on his face.

"Dude," Yan Wei whistled, and said suddenly in a chatty tone, "These portraits..."

Broken Yanwei's neck.

Yan Wei did not flinch.

He has always been good at finding the most suitable way for his situation with the fastest speed, and even raised a slight smile at this moment.

He also stopped, pointed to a portrait behind the waiter, and quickly said: "It's very pleasing to the eye," he paused, not enough, and added, "with buddy you Just as pleasing.”

"…" The waiter's very stiff face seemed to twitch.

Then the waiter resumed his smile professionally, and said in a low hoarse voice, "Of course. Our boss's paintings have the rarest aura in the world."

Yan Wei raised her eyebrows.

"Your boss?" Yan Wei knew that he might have indeed asked for valid information, he slowed down his tone, and continued to ask, "Is he the owner of this hotel?"

"Yes, but he has been painting all his life!" The waiter's tone seemed very proud, "He seems to be born to paint, and the portraits he paints are better than those of all masters. Be realistic! These are just his early paintings and don't reflect one-tenth of his skill."

The corridor echoed the hoarse but high voice of the service, Yan Wei and him stood in the middle of the corridor. Looking at the waiter, he glanced at the mirror behind him, and saw only the portrait and his own image in the mirror.

Such a picture makes the narrow promenade more eerie and dark, and there seems to be a cool wind wafting in the room.

Yan Wei felt a little cold, he pulled his scarf, lowered his head, and buried his chin in the scarf.

He noticed that the waiter specially emphasized the word "early" and asked: "Early? Is his later level higher?"

The waiter looked at him, the whole person paused for a moment, and slowly said to him: "Of course, he painted a better portrait later," the waiter's tone became deeper and deeper, he stared at Yan Wei, pressing his voice, said, "As beautiful as you are."

Yan Wei has been praised for his appearance several times since he was a child, but only this time, he was stunned and felt that there was something in this sentence for no reason.

As soon as the waiter finished speaking, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, feeling something staring at him behind him.

He turned around suddenly and looked back, but only saw the portrait of the woman behind him. The portrait in front of him is the same as other portraits, the colors are bright but harmonious. The woman in the painting is wearing a beautiful western-style dress, looking forward with a smile, a pair of smart eyes with a smile, as if she is looking at Yan with a smile Dangerous.

The moment Yan Wei saw "her", she actually met Yan Wei's gaze, her dark eyes suddenly...

Blink!

The smile of the girl in the painting became even more bizarre because of this sudden change.

On both sides of the long and narrow corridor, the floor-to-ceiling mirrors stand opposite each other, reflecting each other, and the hanging oil paintings show countless images that are constantly shrinking.

At this moment, Yan Wei saw... This portrait was painted in the mirror, and countless shrinking reflections also blinked at him at the same time.

But the next moment, the portrait returned to normal, and all the dead things around it returned to stand still. All the portraits hang quietly on either side of the walls, interspersed with the floor-to-ceiling mirrors. The players walking behind still looked around carefully, without any abnormal performance.

As if everything just now was just Yan Wei's hallucination.

But he saw it clearly.

Behind Yan Wei, Yan Mingguang saw Yan Wei looking around and said word by word, "You are being targeted."

Yan Wei was taken aback: "What did you see?"

"I didn't see it," Yan Mingguang stopped by the wall and leaned slowly, "Guess."

At the moment of crisis, Yan Wei was too lazy to bother acting with Yan Mingguang. He put away the panicked and frightened face, and stared at the seemingly motionless portrait for a while.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he muttered to himself: "...Interesting."

He just speculated based on the death of the first player that an NPC like a waiter cannot have the ability or right to kill players anytime, anywhere, and must trigger some conditions—such as not going to the restaurant.

After they came to this dungeon, the waiter was the only dungeon they had access to so far.

So Yan Wei felt that what they had to do was not to stay away from the waiter, but to take the initiative to get more clues from the waiter while keeping alive.

And the last sentence of the waiter... This kind of feeling like a awn on my back...

He asked for clues, so the trigger was targeted?

Then, the hotel owner who is good at drawing portraits from the waiter just now must be an important clue.

Yan Wei did not panic.

He rationally recalled what the waiter said just now, turned around and walked quickly to a short-haired woman with a satchel among the players closest to him, smiled lightly and skillfully, and borrowed from the other party. Arrived eyeliner and lipstick.

After borrowing it, Yan Wei quickly walked to the front where others couldn't see clearly, smeared on both sides of her cheeks with lipstick, and scribbled and painted around her eyes with eyeliner. After a while, I painted those beautiful eyes into panda eyes.

After finishing, he caught up with the waiter who was walking ahead again.

"Dude!" he whistled again.

The scrawny waiter turned his head to look at him mechanically.

The moment she saw Yan Wei's face, this "brother" who could break a person's neck with his bare hands twitched several times on his thin face.

Seeing the waiter's reaction, Yan Wei said more confidently: "Thank you for complimenting me and your boss's later paintings as good-looking—"

"No!" The waiter interrupted him almost hastily, looked at him through gritted teeth, and made a "hoho" grinding sound, "Such ugly eyes! How can you match the level of the boss? Comparable!"

Yan Wei even intensified, smiling at the waiter with that processed face.

The waiter clenched his fists, his face was twisted, and he looked at Yan Wei with a split canthus, obviously very angry.

The moment the waiter said this, the feeling of being stared at from behind disappeared.

The pressure behind Yan Wei slowly dissipated.

The blinking portrait never showed anything unusual again.

The next moment, the ethereal and gloomy voice that belongs to the "lou" sounded in his mind.

[Congratulations to the player for successfully cracking a death trigger and obtaining a limited-time buff in the copy. ]

Yan Wei slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

]

The corner of Yan Wei's mouth twitched.

…Can this thing be called a buff?

[Sorry to inform you that because the player hurt the eyes of the NPC waiter, the player will get a copy of the debuff "Waiter's Disgust" in the copy, please try your best to survive. ]

Yan Wei: “…”