"How can there be nothing? We all heard footsteps so clearly just now, did you see every room clearly? ”

Heigang's vicious attitude and domineering tone, as if Wang Yu was obliged to do these things.

"Mr. Coach, if you don't believe me, you can go up and see if there's anyone for yourself."

Wang Yu's words made this guy dare not let go of his fart again, with his guts, how dare he go upstairs alone?

Lisa suddenly said at this time, "I wondered, Mr. Q could be among us?" ”

The atmosphere on the field fell silent all of a sudden, and everyone seemed to be thoughtful.

Qian Laiwang said: "It will definitely not be Mr. Wang, Miss Xu and me. We were just passing through for the night. ”

Lu Yue said: "Since Mr. Q means that his identity is a man, it will definitely not be these girls on our field." ”

In this way, there are only four men left on the field: Zhao Wei, Liu Fan, Heigang and Dr. Li.

Zhao Wei said: "Lu Yue and I are boyfriend and girlfriend, even if I am Mr. Q, it is impossible for me to involve her?" So I'm definitely not! ”

Liu Fan smiled bitterly and said: "As you all know, I owe a lot of debt, and Mr. Q spent a lot of money when he sent the invitation letter to you, if I have this money, why don't I use it to pay off the debt?" ”

Everyone can find a plausible reason to get rid of their suspicions.

When he arrived at Heigang, he could follow Liu Fan's example and say that if he had such a skill, would he still have to accompany those old and ugly rich women?

But he really couldn't pull off this face, so he adopted a very unreasonable strategy: "What do you mean by this? Do you doubt me? Why do you doubt me? ”

"Blacksteel, calm down." "Now is not the time for us to be suspicious of each other, we should find a way to get together and spend the night together, as long as we wait until dawn tomorrow and we will be able to get out of here," Dr Lee said. ”

Zhao Wei said in the opposite tone: "If that Mr. Q is really among us, it is really dangerous for everyone to stay together!" ”

Dr. Lee said, "Even if he is one of us, but there are nine of us, he is only one person, and as long as we all stay together, he naturally has no chance to do it." ”

Lisa said quietly, "But what if Mr. Q isn't human?" ”

Everyone was immediately speechless, and the air in the hall was as silent as death.

Being invited by a ghost is the last thing they want to face.

The sound of Wang Yu moving the chair on the side at this time broke the silence of the hall.

Dr. Li was puzzled and asked, "Brother Wang, what are you doing here?" ”

"I'm going to take down the picture on the wall."

When these people below heard that Wang Yu wanted to move that weird oil painting, they all thought that he must be crazy.

An Xia also hurriedly ran over and said: "Wang Yu, don't mess around, this painting is so evil......"

"You're right, if we don't get it down and take a look, how the hell are we going to know what the hell it's about?"

Wang Yu stepped on a chair and removed the oil painting, which was taller than him, from the wall along with the frame, and then laid it flat on the table.

"Why does this woman in the wheat field have her hair getting longer?"

Wang Yu pondered this question as he walked around the table to observe the painting.

Xiao Tsubaki was surprised and said, "Look at the lines of this painting, isn't it a little strange?" ”

"The lines and colors always feel a little unnatural, as if there are disconnects."

After Wang Yu finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the place where the original oil painting was hung, and the color of the walls there was whiter than the surrounding area, indicating that the painting had been hanging there for a long time.

This time, though, he noticed the fireplace next to it.

The firewood in the fireplace was burning very brightly.

"I see!"

At that moment, a flash of light suddenly flashed in Wang Yu's mind.

Tsubaki asked eagerly, "What did you think of?" ”

"I know why the woman's hair in the painting has grown!"

When everyone heard Wang Yu say this, they immediately surrounded them curiously.

Dr. Li said, "Brother Wang, tell us what the hell is going on?" ”

"The woman in this painting has longer hair, not because it is haunted, but because it is ......"

Wang Yu stretched out his hand and pointed to the opposite side.

"Fireplace?"

Everyone couldn't believe that the strange lengthening of the woman's hair in this oil painting had anything to do with the fireplace.

Only Lisa suddenly realized: "I know it too!" In our medieval Europe, there was a popular painting technique among painters, who could skillfully blend two paintings together, which was never visible in ordinary times, and only after flooding, fire and other harsh external environments, it was possible to show the paintings inside. ”

Zhao Wei was surprised and said, "There is still such an operation? ”

Lisa nodded and continued: "In the beginning, it was just a prank by the painters, when they had to paint portraits of princes and nobles they didn't like, they would do this, the surface paintings were the heroic postures of the nobles, and the paintings inside were their various unsightly antics such as disturbing their ears and noses, etc. Such paintings often take decades before they can be revealed, and by that time the artist who painted them is long gone. However, later on, this skill was used in crafts such as treasure maps. ”

"So these should be two paintings, on the surface of the woman in the wheat field, her hair is not really growing, but the second painting inside is revealed, and we look like her hair has just grown," Dr. Lee said. ”

"Yes, that's it."

After Lisa affirmed Dr. Li's statement, she looked at Wang Yu with admiration: "I didn't expect you, as an Oriental, to be able to think of this." ”

Wang Yu smiled and said, "It's nothing. I remember that the fireplace was not lit during the day, and it was only at dinner time that Dr. Lee lit a fire to keep warm. That's why the painting didn't change during the day, until it started to change after the evening. ”

Zhao Wei pursed his lips and said, "What's so proud, aren't they all bad stalks in reasoning?" ”

Anxia sarcastically said unceremoniously: "It's so easy to say, then why didn't you find out earlier?" Now I know that I am an afterthought, and I was so scared just now that I didn't dare to lean on. ”

Lu Yue couldn't wait to stand up for her boyfriend, and shouted at the top of her voice: "Dead girl, how do you talk?" ”

Dr. Li reluctantly persuaded: "Okay, okay, don't quarrel, let's see what is painted on the inside of this painting." ”

Wang Yu lifted the oil painting, stood in front of the fireplace, and then walked to the front and looked at the oil painting with the people in the hall.

Under the intense fire of the fireplace in the rear, the wheat fields and women in the oil paintings are rapidly fading, and finally the second painting under the oil paint is revealed.

The scalps of the crowd were numb for a moment.

Because the second painting on this layer has an eerie and dark overall style, there is a lot of red and black in the picture, creating a terrifying atmosphere.

Moreover, the figures in the picture are very abstract, reminiscent of Munch's famous oil painting "The Scream".

However, it is not the picture itself that really makes people feel creepy, but the content of the painting.

This painting depicts a dinner scene, with eleven people sitting behind a long table, but the one sitting in the middle has horns on his head.

That's obviously not a man, it's a demon!

Blacksteel completely collapsed after seeing the painting: "Could it be ...... Could it be that one of us was not human in the first place? Mr.Q…… It must be Mr.Q! That devil is Mr.Q! He's hiding among us! ”

If you look at what is shown in the painting, it is indeed as Black Steel said.

Among the first eleven people who entered the room, there was a demon inside, and he was the mysterious inviter, Mr. Q.

Wang Yu didn't expect that the three of them were just spending the night, but they also became a member of the painting in the dark.

Because there are eleven people in total.

Eight invitees, three passers-by, and Mr. Q was among them.

Now the first victim, Chana, has appeared.

Who will be next?

When is the demon ready to reveal his true colors?