First Film Chapter 6 Zhang Tianwei
The internal structure of the castle was very complicated. After Ke Xun and his companions went up to the fourth floor, they passed through a long open-air corridor before they saw Mi Wei, who was greeting everyone.
The other end of the corridor is connected to a cylindrical building. Fortunately, it is bright during the day. Although I am not sure where the light source is, I can see the interior of the semicircular hall without any blind spots.
The other half of the circle is a room with a closed door, the color of the door is a striking blood red.
Because of the indication and reminder of this color, no one dares to open the door easily, for fear of causing color pollution.
Xin Beibei suddenly screamed, jumped and hid behind Ke Xun - a small amount of red liquid flowed out from under the red door, like a pool of sticky blood.
Everyone was far away from the door, but their eyes were all fixed on the red liquid overflowing from the bottom of the door. The liquid seemed to be still flowing slowly, and it was hard to imagine what was happening inside the door.
"It's not blood." Mu Yiran's voice was still slightly cold.
Ke Xun looked into the other person's eyes: If it's not blood, then it's the color of this room.
"According to previous practice, once a death occurs, the color of the door will turn gray, which is what the NPC calls a room without color." Zhu Haowen's voice suddenly sounded, and he looked at Ke Xun: "We can only judge now that Zhang Tianwei may not be dead."
Originally, there were only two people, Zhang Tianwei and He Yu, in the red room. This morning, the bedroom they lived in had lost its color, as well as the red work room on the first floor.
What does this bloody red door that suddenly appeared represent?
"However, there is no one among us who represents red, and no one is qualified to open this door at the moment." Qin Ci looked at the red door, which was much taller and wider than the previous doors. Standing in it gave people a heavy feeling of oppression .
Ke Xun carefully looked at the position of the crack in the door: "The doors we had before had no inner or outer locks, and this door should be the same. It's just because there is no wind in this world, so it is closed tightly."
"But how do we open it?" Wei Dong looked around, hoping to find a medium like a wooden stick to pry the door open.
Perhaps Ke Xun's words reminded Mu Yiran, and Mu Yiran's eyes lit up slightly: "We can try to create wind."
Ke Xun understood what he meant and had already walked to the junction of the hall and the corridor. There was actually a wooden door here, but it was probably overlooked because it was open all year round.
Mu Yiran also came over, followed by Zhu Haowen. The three of them worked together to quickly push the heavy wooden door over and close it, trying to send some "wind" into the hall.
"It works!" At this time, the red door had been "blown" open by the wind to create a wide gap, and Qin Ci and Wei Dong also came to help.
Mi Wei thought of something and closed the glass windows on both sides of the hall, leaving the vent at the door position.
The five men worked together to push the heavy wooden door open quickly. This time, obvious air circulation was created and the red door opened silently.
Although the door was open, no one dared to walk in easily, but stood outside the door and looked inside.
Soon, Xin Beibei's screams resounded throughout the castle.
In the empty semicircular room, there was only an oversized glass jar filled with red liquid. For some unknown reason, the liquid kept overflowing from the mouth of the jar, flowing all over the ground, and the excess overflowed from the room.
The red liquid is not viscous and is even somewhat translucent in the glass jar, so you can vaguely see a person soaking inside.
The person in the jar is standing upright in the liquid with his limbs suspended in the water. Because of the obstruction of the red liquid, his original color cannot be seen.
Rather than a person, it looks more like some kind of biological specimen.
Everyone seemed to be able to distinguish the specimen's blurry facial features, but no one said anything.
Finally, Qin Ci said, "It's Zhang Tianwei."
Mi Wei held back her tears, covered her mouth tightly with her hands, and nodded.
Xin Beibei's distraught cry rang out again.
"Let's go back first. The people in the workshop will be worried." Zhu Haowen looked at Xin Beibei and said, "You're shouting too loudly."
Ke Xun pulled Mu Yi and took a few steps back. The red liquid was still slowly spreading outwards: "Why is the liquid in the jar increasing for no reason?"
It's almost as if there's some kind of water inlet attached to the bottom.
Mu Yiran: "The red creator should be Zhang Tianwei. These liquids may have come from him."
Mu Yiran's eyes lingered on the handmade clock on the wall for a while before he followed Ke Xun out of the hall. His hands were being warmly pressed. Mu Yiran wanted to break free, but Ke Xun came closer to him: "You also found that clock? It's exactly the same as the one in our hall."
"The only difference is the background color of the dial," Mu Yiran looked at Ke Xun. The other party had already let go of his hand, but his eyes were locked with his. Mu Yiran's eyes relaxed slightly and turned away.
Zhu Haowen's voice came from the back: "The base color of the dial here is bright red, and the base color of the dial in the hall at breakfast today was a slightly green color."
Mi Wei also joined the discussion: "That slightly green color is actually cyan, a combination of blue and green."
"Red, orange, yellow, green, indigo, blue, and purple. Indigo is indeed between green and blue." Qin Ci followed everyone through the open-air corridor. "What do the patterns and colors of these clocks mean?"
The red dial in the semicircular hall may be related to the red "created" by Zhang Tianwei, so what does the cyan dial in the restaurant represent? There is no cyan color in the five rooms.
When they returned to the restaurant, the four people in the workshop were already waiting by the table. Guo Lixia was the first to ask, "What happened to those few loud noises just now?"
Xin Beibei hadn't recovered from the shock yet, and she threw herself into Shi Zhendong's arms: "I was so scared, so scared, Zhang Tianwei's body was soaked in the colored bottle, and so much blood came out..."
Qin Ci briefly described the scene just now. After hearing it, the four people had complicated expressions and no one had the courage to go to the scene to take a look.
While comforting his girlfriend, Shi Zhendong discussed with everyone: "Why did Zhang Tianwei and He Yu die in different ways? He Yu died very directly, including the entire room losing its color, but Zhang Tianwei... why did he have to go through that treatment?"
"Also, how was Senior Zhang's body taken away? Why didn't we hear any noise?" Ye Ningchenyi's lips turned pale. She had previously firmly believed that Zhang Tianwei might not be dead, but she didn't expect that he would end up in such a tragic way.
"Did you guys notice a problem just now?" Mi Wei, the calmest among the girls, said, "Senior Tianwei is very tall, at least 1.85 meters tall, but that bottle... I'm using an inappropriate analogy," Mi Wei looked between Ke Xun and Mu Yiran, and finally turned to Ke Xun, "that paint bottle is about as tall as Brother Ke."
Ke Xun directly reported his height: "I'm 1.88 meters." He glanced at Mu Yiran beside him and whispered: "I accidentally grew a centimeter this year. I was 1.87 meters tall when I was in college."
Mu glanced at Ke Xun with joy, as if to say: Then I am taller than you too.
Mi Wei cleared her throat and continued, "Even if the bottle is 1.9 meters tall, Senior Tianwei inside looks much shorter than his actual height. He is suspended in the liquid, with plenty of space above his head and below his feet, which adds up to at least 50 centimeters."
Qin Ci also nodded: "I have also discovered this problem. At that time, I thought it was a visual difference caused by glass refraction, but now I think that in a cylindrical glass tank, the objects inside should look larger than they actually are."
Mu Yiran: "The reason why the red liquid can flow out continuously is probably that the source is obtained from Zhang Tianwei - this should be a consumption of the corpse itself."
These analyses sound rational, but they are a cruel torture for emotional humans.
"What a bad luck! It's so miserable!" Guo Lixia didn't even have the mood to eat fruit.
"I still say the same thing. How did Senior Zhang's body get out of the door last night?" Ye Ningchen kept asking this question. "If he opened the door and went out, there would definitely be some noise."
"I think the exit should be the window," Zhu Haowen said with his usual expressionless face. "Only the window of the red bedroom is open. This should not be a coincidence."
Xin Beibei suddenly perked up from her panic when she heard Zhu Haowen's words: "The window can only be opened from the inside. I noticed that there is a latch on the window of our room. If an outsider wants to come in, he has to pass through the door."
"Why must the person who opened the window be an outsider?" Zhu Haowen looked at Xin Beibei with cold eyes.
"Do you mean that Zhang Tianwei and He Yu opened the window and committed suicide?" Xin Beibei was a little annoyed.
Zhu Haowen was too lazy to look at her again: "People have ten thousand reasons to open the window, not necessarily to seek death."
Shi Zhendong was just trying to smooth things over when he suddenly heard a familiar sound of music. The NPC's voice was still sweet: "Everyone has worked hard. Now it's time to eat fruit. Please stop working and come to the lobby to enjoy the fresh and delicious fruit!"
No one was in the mood to eat fruit. Mi Wei looked at the clock hanging on the wall: "I only noticed this clock at breakfast today. At that time, I felt that the pattern and color on the clock face had changed a little, but I really can't remember what it looked like before."
Everyone looked up at the classic handmade clock on the wall. It had a large round face with a light green pattern on it. Ye Ningchen was a little surprised: "When did this clock turn into this color? It was bright orange during dinner yesterday!"
Everyone was startled, not knowing what the color change of the clock meant.
Miao Zipei, who usually keeps quiet, suddenly said, "This clock originally had no patterns, only a white clock face and black hands. I noticed the color change yesterday evening, when orange patterns suddenly appeared on the clock face. I told He Yu and Zhang Tianwei about this change, and everyone found it strange."
Everyone listened to Miao Zipei's words quietly. Wei Dong couldn't help but ask, "Then when did it turn green now?"
"When I came downstairs this morning, I looked at the clock first. The pattern had turned green," Miao Zipei, an art student, had a strong ability to observe. "And, it's not just this hall. The hall of the bedroom on the second floor has also undergone the same change."
