"Then we'll have five men sleep in one room, and five women sleep in another," the middle-aged man in a suit said, clearly a leader accustomed to giving orders. He seemed to have completely recovered from his earlier embarrassment and had regained his previous arrogance. He spoke in a smooth, official tone, "There's strength in numbers, and the more people there are, the safer we are. In this kind of haunted place, if something really happens at night, with so many of us, we should help each other! Unity is strength, and many hands make light work!"
He looked around at everyone with his beer belly protruding: "...No one has any objections, right?"
"I have an opinion!" A middle-aged woman stood up.
"You?" the middle-aged man asked with a frown, "What do you think?"
"I want to stay in the same room with my son!" The middle-aged woman pulled her son out of the crowd. The son was a boy of seven or eight years old. He kept struggling to open the middle-aged woman's hand, but the middle-aged woman was very strong and pulled him out with one hand.
"Is this your son?" The middle-aged man frowned. "Your son is still so young. You weak women, it's safer to be with the big guys."
The middle-aged woman looked at the others with a wary expression: "How do I know if you are bad people? Who knows if you are kidnappers or human traffickers who want to kidnap my son! I don't trust you. I want to share a room with my son!"
The little boy kept kicking and hitting the middle-aged woman: "You are not my mother! I don't want to share a room with you!"
A newcomer who looked like a college student nearby immediately shouted, "He said you're not his mother! Are you the human trafficker?"
The middle-aged woman glared at the female college student fiercely: "He is my son! I gave birth to three daughters before I finally conceived a precious son like him. How could he not be my son? He is just angry with me! Don't meddle in his business!"
"You are not my mother! You are the human trafficker!" The boy was still making a fuss, and even sat down on the ground and rolled around.
"You're still making trouble! You're still making trouble!" The middle-aged woman was angry. She pulled off the boy's pants and started spanking him.
Seeing this, the female college student immediately took a few steps back.
"...In that case, you and your son can share a room," the middle-aged man said impatiently. "The rest of you can split into two rooms. Four women can share one room, and four men can share one room. Is that okay?"
"Such a naughty kid," Tang Mianmian whispered to Xiao Tangqiu, "This flag is set too high..."
Xiao Tangqiu's mouth twitched. At this moment, the housekeeper's old voice rang out again: "...Dear guests, I will take you to the guest rooms now...Someone will come to inform you of dinner time."
She didn't know when she was standing in front of the spiral staircase in the distance, holding a candlestick in her hand, and the owner in the wheelchair disappeared without a trace.
Although everyone was a little scared, they had no choice but to follow him quickly.
As they walked, the man in the windbreaker walking in front suddenly said "Huh" and said in a lazy tone: "Captain, there seems to be something on the wall..."
Is there something on the wall?
Xiao Tangqiu was stunned for a moment. The castle was dark and gloomy, without even a window, only a few scattered candles. Visibility was extremely low. Men and women couldn't be distinguished from one meter away, and humans and animals couldn't be distinguished from five meters away. They had to walk very carefully, afraid of accidentally stepping on something and falling flat on their faces. How could the man in the windbreaker actually see something on the wall? How sharp were his eyes?
Xiao Tangqiu suddenly remembered the nuclear flashlight. He hesitated for a moment, took out the flashlight from his pocket, and shone it towards the wall.
After hearing what the man in the windbreaker said, everyone subconsciously looked towards the wall, but because it was too dark, they couldn't see anything clearly. When Xiao Tangqiu turned on the flashlight, they were startled. However, before they could wonder about the flashlight, they shifted all their attention after seeing something on the wall.
painting.
The walls are covered with paintings.
——It is literally covered with paintings. This is not an exaggeration, because the entire wall is filled with paintings and picture frames without a single gap. The strangest thing is that all the paintings are exactly the same.
It was a portrait of a beautiful woman who was looking at the people outside the painting with a calm expression. She was dressed a bit like someone from the Middle Ages.
It's a beautiful portrait, but it would be a bit eerie if the same painting covered the entire wall.
"Fuck, I'm starting to have trypophobia..." Tang Mianmian murmured.
Xiao Tangqiu frowned slightly: "It's the statue outside..."
"Statue?" Tang Mianmian took a closer look and suddenly realized, "Yes! Isn't this the Virgin Fountain!" The woman in the painting is clearly the statue outside!
The expressions of the others were not very good either. The female college student mustered up the courage to ask the housekeeper, "Is this... is this also the saint? Why does your master hang so many images of saints?"
Tang Mianmian complained in a low voice: "Do you even need to ask? You're just a brainless fan!" Others chase stars, but I chase the saint. This pursuit is much more noble!
The housekeeper was silent for a moment before she said in a low voice, "This is not the Saint, this is Lady Lilimarien."
"Mrs. Lili Marlene?" Xiao Tangqiu paused.
The housekeeper's voice gradually lowered: "...This is the master's first wife, Mrs. Lilimarien."
"The first one? How many wives does he have in total?" Xiao Tangqiu asked subconsciously.
"...Three terms." The housekeeper's voice was very low.
Xiao Tangqiu thought thoughtfully: "Are they all dead?"
The housekeeper stopped talking and fell into silence.
The newcomers obviously didn't understand why Xiao Tangqiu asked such questions. They looked at the housekeeper worriedly, fearing that Xiao Tangqiu's rude questioning would anger the housekeeper.
Xiao Tangqiu turned around and looked at Tang Mianmian. When their eyes met, they both showed a similar look at the same time -
According to the general decryption routine of horror games, there is only one truth!
The owner of the castle is the murderer!
He killed every one he married, and he did this three times in a row. This guy is definitely a wife-killing maniac!
This wall was so terrifying that even Xiao Tangqiu, who didn't have trypophobia, felt a little scared. However, he was afraid of missing some important clues, so he took a flashlight and looked at the details on the portrait, but found nothing.
The housekeeper had already turned and continued up the stairs, so he had no choice but to look as he walked, trying to find the difference among the thousands of paintings.
After walking through the long spiral staircase, they arrived at the second floor of the castle.
The second floor was also dark and gloomy, without a single window. There was a long corridor with rooms on both sides. There was a candle at the door of each room, but because each room was several meters apart, there was not enough light.
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