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Several people ran out of the classroom together and returned to the corridor. Su Nanzhi couldn't help but take a few deep breaths.
He looked behind him with a little regret.
The death BGM continued to sound above her head, and Su Nanzhi wanted to see if the ghost just now was scarier: the hood she was wearing or the face under the hood.
The NPC in this escape room is very interesting.
It¡¯s a ghost pretending to be a ghost.
Jiang Beiyu also opened his yin and yang eyes tonight, so he should be able to see, so he pulled her to run so fast.
Su Nanzhi sighed softly, and then cast her eyes on the wall of the corridor.
¡°Why are there so many paintings on this wall?¡± Gu Juncheng asked.
Zhou Yan, who had already been here once, was also confused, "Strange, when I came last time, the photos hanging in the corridor were clearly pictures of school teachers, why did they suddenly turn into paintings?"
Is this the version 2.0 thing?
Jiang Beiyu took a closer look at the two paintings, and finally looked back at them and said, "These paintings all look authentic."
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Su Nanzhi also took a look. What she saw was not only the painting itself, but also the turbulent resentment contained in the painting.
"It's an authentic painting," Su Nanzhi pointed to one of the paintings. "The media reported that "The Disappearing Mo Ye" was photographed by an unknown rich man in 1996. Before it was photographed, it was said that the background of the entire painting was due to the special material of the painting paper. The gray tone will appear purple in places with insufficient light, making the paintings inside feel even weirder.¡±
"Why do you know what happened in 1996?" Gu Juncheng asked from his soul.
Su Nanzhi: "You will know if you read more and read more newspapers."
"Since the owner of this house was a rich man during his lifetime, it makes sense that these paintings are hanging on the wall now." Su Nan Zhi pinched her chin with her right thumb and index finger, thoughtfully.
Someone among the other teenagers said quietly: "How can it be justified?"
This is so scary, okay? I was scared to death when I came in looking for people at night, but now I tell them that all the paintings on the wall are authentic?
Which normal studio would hang authentic works on the wall?
Ah, no, hasn¡¯t the owner of this haunted house been dead for more than ten years? The contents of the house should have been relocated by the relevant authorities long ago, not to mention such valuable items.
It¡¯s not normal and unscientific.
"I think we should hurry up and go through customs to find Yan Zihui. Is he really here?"
Su Nanzhi thought for a while and suddenly asked, "By the way, in addition to the campus book, this studio also has two other books online, right? What's it about?"
Zhou Yan has been here before, so he must have known about it, "There is a copy of the Rose Manor in Europe in the last century, and there is another one called the Man-Eating House, which is based on the story of this house."
"Oh," Su Nanzhi suddenly laughed, "it sounds quite fun."
Gu Juncheng was about to cry, so he whispered into her ear and asked, "Auntie, what's going on? Why do I feel that everything around here is so gloomy?"
Su Nanzhi was also surprised by Gu Juncheng's sixth sense. This child had seen many kinds of ghosts in his childhood. Now even if his yin and yang eyes are sealed, his perception of yin spirits is extremely keen.
There are indeed ghosts around them.
Although they are all soul bodies, the number of them is staggering. At first glance, they look like they are in a ghost den.
And souls are not all harmless - Su Nanzhi looked at Jiang Beiyu.
With him by his side, the ghosts who would have coveted Su Nanzhi all turned to him. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com