Regarding Xin Beibei's corpse, Ke Xun had already figured out the reason - only living people can be squeezed of color, and after death, the color may stop being secreted, or the color may become less fresh, so Xin Beibei's previous blue liquid was taken away, but the useless corpse was left in the bottle.
Zhang Tianwei had been alive until he became as small as a fist.
Xin Beibei had been alive before, and she only died after her head and body were separated.
Everyone was very confused about the situation on the sixth floor. Weidong directly thought it was a bug, but he could not explain where the purple liquid came from.
"Purple must have other meanings, but we can't think of the answer yet." Shi Zhendong felt a little depressed as he looked at the hall where the color was gradually darkening.
Qin Ci looked at Mu's happy expression and asked tentatively, "Does Xiaomu have any idea?"
"I was just wondering, when a 'painting' bewitches people, is it random or selective?" Mu Yiran expressed his thoughts before it got completely dark - time was running out, and Mu Yiran didn't want certain conclusions to become hindsight.
"I think it was selective," said Zhu Haowen. "Especially on the first day. We didn't know that being alone in the hall would lead to bewitching. There should have been more than one person who had the opportunity to stay alone in the hall that day. At least during the breaks in work, there would always be people passing through the hall to go to the bathroom. The process of walking from the work room to the bathroom can be regarded as being alone in the hall."
"What is the purpose of choosing these people in the painting?" asked Miao Zipei.
"If I'm not mistaken, the person who was bewitched on the first day should be He Yu," said Zhu Haowen.
Shi Zhendong seemed to have thought of something: "Haowen means that the painting specifically targets those with weaker mental abilities?"
Shi Zhendong also felt that his statement was not accurate: "Anyway, it's just that the psychological defense ability is relatively poor, and it's easy for others to take advantage of the loopholes and catch the weakness." Shi Zhendong's voice became a little low: "For example, a simple girl like Beibei."
Zhu Haowen nodded: "Compared to Zhang Tianwei, He Yu seems to be more extroverted and impulsive. Now that I think about it, his behavior of rushing into the red room with his hands full of yellow paint should be that the painting took advantage of his impulse and magnified it, eventually turning it into a demon that strangled himself and his roommate."
Several people tried not to look at Guo Lixia, for fear that she would think of something, but they couldn't help but speculate about this matter in their hearts: Although Guo Lixia is not young, she is a person with a strong personality and strong emotions. Such people can easily be caught in psychological weaknesses, so they were taken advantage of by the painting.
"No matter what, our future actions must be like this. We should try to stay together to avoid being bewitched by the painting," said Qin Ci.
Everyone nodded. The room was gradually losing its color, but no one wanted to go back to their bedrooms.
Mu Yiran's voice rang out in the dim hall: "I'm not referring to the painting's choice of people. In this world, color is as important as the soul."
Ke Xun tried his best to follow Mu Yiran's thoughts: "If that's the case, then the order of color selection is: red, blue..." Ke Xun didn't say the rest, Guo Lixia's color was also blue.
Miao Zipei's voice suddenly rose: "Red and blue added together is exactly purple! Zhang Tianwei's red liquid and Xin Beibei's blue liquid mixed together is exactly purple! The purple you saw on the sixth floor should be a mixture of these two liquids!"
When everyone heard this, they suddenly understood. Qin Ci asked, "But why didn't the clock and the door change accordingly?"
"Because the final color has not been completed." Mu Yiran's voice was a little cruel. "The sixth floor should be a place where all colors are concentrated. The purple liquid we saw today is about two-fifths of the way into the glass jar, and there is still space for the other three colors."
"I can understand using red and blue to make purple, but mixing other colors together..." Wei Dong hadn't finished speaking when he heard Ke'er beside him say coldly, "It's black. All colors mixed together are black."
Ke Xun always remembered the news about three colors in the winter of 2017. At that time, many people’s avatars were changed to the three primary colors, and the boundary between the three colors was exactly the bottomless black.
"Black, black worship, is the color of shadow." Mi Wei's voice trembled.
All colors eventually turn into black.
Everyone looked at the room that had turned pitch black, and felt a kind of grief in their hearts, as if a stone had sunk into the sea. They couldn't tell for whom it was for, it seemed to be for themselves, but also for something else.
“But I don’t understand,” said Zhu Haowen, “Why did the third choice overlap? Logically, the painting should have chosen a different color than the previous ones.”
The first choice was the red He Yu, the second choice was the blue Xin Beibei, so the third choice should not be made for Guo Lixia who is also blue.
Mu Yiran: “The painting is also moving with the camera, and it is obvious that its ultimate destination is another person.”
Ke Xun instantly understood what Mu Yiran meant. The painting was only using Guo Lixia as a springboard. Its target was actually Mi Wei - the yellow Mi Wei.
If we follow this inference, then the order of red, blue and yellow will come out. In this way, at least the three primary colors are complete, and the painting can get the black it wants in advance.
Mu Yiran continued, "If you add purple and green, the effect might be stronger, but there are times when you can't be impatient when painting."
Several smart people have understood what Mu Yiran said. Qin Ci said: "If the shadow gets black, it should have stronger abilities. Now we are helpless against it, it is hard to imagine what will happen in the future..."
"So, we can't let her get yellow." The one who spoke was Mi Wei. As the night deepened, her body was covered with black and white fan-shaped patterns. If it were daytime, you could see these bright goose yellow fan-shaped patterns.
Mi Wei's body has been contaminated by the green juice, which means that the boss behind the scenes's plan tonight has failed.
At least that night, the only people who met the requirements were Mi Wei and Guo Lixia. Although everyone was discussing the issue at this time, their eyes were all fixed on the dot pattern that belonged to Guo Lixia.
"It's getting late. I want to go back to sleep." Ke Xun yawned, "Everyone should go back to sleep too."
"It's best for everyone not to go out tonight. We have placed corresponding containers in each room. When it comes to life and death, don't worry about the difference between men and women." Qin Ci said.
Guo Lixia seemed a little tired. She stretched and went back to her room to lie down.
There was one less person in the blue room tonight, so Ke Xun simply lay down on the other bed.
Xin Beibei's figure covered with diamond patterns seems to be still vivid in my mind.
Ke Xun tried his best not to think about Xin Beibei. If he thought about it too much, he would naturally recall those extremely unpleasant experiences.
"Team leader, although you were playing guessing games just now, I basically understood what you said." Guo Lixia, who was on the bed suddenly spoke.
Ke Xun didn't know what to say for a moment.
"You are doubting me, suspecting that I have been bewitched."
Ke Xun remained silent, which was considered as his agreement.
Guo Lixia sighed: "I really regret what happened today with that little girl Mi Wei. Based on your analysis just now, I also feel that what I did today was not right."
"That's why we nailed the windows. Later they will nail a wooden board on our door from the outside," said Ke Xun.
"Why bother with all that? You can just tie me up like you did with Mi Wei." Guo Lixia's polka dot pattern was very eye-catching against the black.
"Sister Guo..."
"What I said is true!"
"We are just guessing at the moment, and we are not completely sure."
"That's why I didn't ask you to pollute my color. I was also afraid that I was being wrongly accused."
...Finally, at Guo Lixia's strong request, Ke Xun really tied her up, trying to tie her loosely so that she would not suffer so much.
The night seemed particularly long, and the huge black shadow did not arrive for a long time.
This night seemed particularly quiet, because without Sister Guo's snoring, the whole night became even more desolate.
Guo Lixia couldn't sleep either, so she just chatted with Ke Xun in the dark: "Actually, I don't have any last words. There are no elderly people in our family, only me. My son is abroad with his father, and the possibility of him coming back is very small. I have lived a boring life , I am quick-witted and love to offend people, and I haven't saved much money. The house I live in now can be left to my son, but when I die, the law will probably divide it up like this... The house now is valuable, and my son will definitely come back for it... If he can visit my grave and his grandparents' grave, it will not be in vain for me to give birth to him and raise him..."
The more Ke Xun listened, the more upset he felt, but he didn't know what words to use to comfort a dying person.
The vast darkness came as Guo Lixia was talking, giving people the feeling of a speeding train suddenly entering a cave.
The window had been nailed shut, and the original grey silhouette of the window pane had now disappeared, but darkness was pervasive. Ke Xun could even smell the peculiar smell of that black shadow again.
Guo Lixia's voice disappeared after the world turned black, and was replaced by a sound of painful gasps.
Ke Xun bravely asked in the dark: "Sister Guo? Sister Guo?!"
Ke Xun felt that feeling of powerlessness again, as if he had stepped into endless black space, with no bottom in sight.
Guo Lixia's gasping stopped.
The world was so quiet that it seemed dead.
Ke Xun suddenly remembered a sentence: Death is like water disappearing into water.
When the darkness finally left, Ke Xun even thought that the eye-catching wavy patterns on his body were an illusion.
This time the darkness lasted too long, making people almost afraid of the light.
There were only two gray beds and the pattern on Ke Xun's body left in the room, and the rest was black.
The polka dot pattern belonging to Guo Lixia disappeared.
Ke Xun felt a little sad, but he still groped his way to Guo Lixia's bed. If he could touch Sister Guo's colorless body, maybe he could help her breathe again through first aid.
Ke Xun never gave up a glimmer of hope, and many turning points were driven by a glimmer of hope.
Ke searched the bed opposite thoroughly, and also searched under the bed, but found nothing.
Ke Xun squatted down again and searched every inch of the floor, but nothing, still nothing.
Where is Sister Guo? If she was like Ye Ningchenyi, there should be a body there. If she was dragged away like Xin Beibei, how did her body pass through the knife-thin gap in the wooden board?