According to the hints in the previous paintings, the scenes depicted corresponded to the moments when players died. If they could successfully see the other paintings, they could find the other players' death locations and methods.

This way, even if they were brought into that eerie rainy night, as long as they avoided the corresponding death locations, their chances of survival would greatly increase.

But the ideal and reality always deviate. When Jiang Cheng and the others saw the next painting, they couldn't help but frown.

The painting existed, but the information on it was blurred.

They could only vaguely make out a person, and the intense crimson brushstrokes around them revealed the fact that this person was already dead.

But unfortunately, they couldn't identify who the next victim was, or even tell if it was a man or a woman.

"I can't see clearly," Xia Qiang said in a low voice, the calm tone of his voice rising and falling, with a strong unwillingness hidden inside. "I can't even recognize the background."

It was then that they noticed that along this wall, there were oil paintings hanging one after another, but starting from the one in front of them, they all became blurred.

They checked them one by one. Counting the Midnight Murderer one, there were a total of 11 oil paintings.

That meant the remaining 10 paintings corresponded to the players' tragic deaths.

Huai Yi couldn't help swallowing, and his emotions became agitated. After noticing the problem, Jiang Cheng spoke to comfort him, "Don't be too nervous. Just because there are paintings of us doesn't mean we're definitely going to die, and we don't even know the specifics yet."

"It's hard to say that all of this is just an illusion," Xia Qiang added from the side. "The purpose is to push us into the abyss of fear."

Although Huai Yi knew in his heart that they might not really think that way, in this situation, he had no choice but to believe.

After all, once a person loses the will to survive, they will surely die.

Jiang Cheng stood in front of a blurred oil painting, staring at a corner of the picture. In the same position, there was also a line of small characters written.

"Suddenly One Day of..." After that, it looked like it should be a person's name, but from the visual impression, it was obscured by something.

"What's the relationship between Suddenly One Day and the script?" Huai Yi looked at the trembling store owner in his arms, barely suppressing the urge to throw him out.

"I... I don't know. I've never been in here either," the store owner stammered, his tongue seeming to be tied in knots, "The name of this script should be Midnight Murderer, that's right." He emphasized again, as if this point was very important.

After a moment of contemplation, Jiang Cheng slowly said, "Suddenly One Day refers to a fixed day, a specific day in the script. We are all endlessly repeating this day until we find a way to break the cycle, or..."

"Or all of us as players are killed," Xia Qiang coldly added.

This was easy to understand. If the players were all killed, the game would naturally end.

The interval between the paintings was very large. Standing in front of one painting and looking to either side, they could only see blurry outlines, with a distance of about 3 or 4 meters.

They passed 11 paintings along the way, which meant a distance of more than 30 meters, and even at the last painting, they hadn't reached the end of the wall.

The wall in front of them seemed to have no end. Jiang Cheng frowned, and as if not believing it, walked a bit further along the wall, but he quickly stopped.

This space was definitely beyond his comprehension. He had a feeling that if he continued to walk, he might lose his way, and even if he wanted to walk back along the wall, it would be a pipe dream.

"Go back," Jiang Cheng said in a low voice, "Follow the way we came, and don't touch the paintings on the wall."

From some unknown time, there was a gradual wind around them. Although it wasn't obvious, it was immediately noticed by people like Jiang Cheng and Xia Qiang in this environment.

It didn't seem to be blown by the wind, but rather as if some invisible things were hidden around them, moving through the hazy mist, bringing it up.

Having been with Fatty for a long time, Huai Yi had also learned some of the essence of overthinking. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, while the store owner was even more cautious, his eyes filled with fear, constantly looking around.

Suddenly, Jiang Cheng, who was walking in the front, stopped. Huai Yi didn't react in time and lightly bumped into Jiang Cheng's back. The store owner was so frightened that he almost jumped up.

"Brother Jiang?" Huai Yi asked subconsciously.

But what Huai Yi couldn't understand was that both Jiang Cheng and Xia Qiang seemed to have become different people, standing there with their backs to him, without saying a word.

"Something's wrong..." Huai Yi's expression changed abruptly.

Just as he was about to react, Jiang Cheng slowly moved his body, leaving a gap.

Through the gap, Huai Yi looked over with confusion. His pupils gradually changed from confusion to shock, and finally to fear, shrinking into a slit, all in just one second.

They had already walked back to the first painting.

He still clearly remembered that the painting was a half-length portrait of the Midnight Murderer, but now, there was only an empty metal frame left on the wall.

The oil painting was empty.

The terrifying man with his head wrapped in tape had disappeared...

Jiang Cheng and Xia Qiang showed amazing cooperation. After a brief moment of shock, Xia Qiang immediately took a few quick steps, blocking in front of Jiang Cheng, Huai Yi, and the store owner, his gaze cast into the surrounding hazy mist.

Jiang Cheng then stepped forward and carefully examined the painting.

Saying that the painting was empty was also a misnomer. To be precise, only the terrifying corpse-like man had disappeared. The oil painting still had a background color composed of red and black, which was extremely depressing to look at, as if a pair of pliers-like hands were holding down the throat.

Huai Yi was surprised to see Jiang Cheng's shoulders twitching imperceptibly, and then he slowly, slowly reached out his hand, towards the oil painting.

Finally, he stopped on the metal frame, gently wiping it with his finger, and when he took it away again, he actually pulled out a viscous streak of blood in the air.

Suddenly, a terrifying thought appeared in Huai Yi's mind. The Midnight Murderer in the frame hadn't disappeared, but had crawled out of the painting!

The viscous blood around the frame was the best evidence.

Immediately afterward, Huai Yi heard a gasp of cold air, coming from Xia Qiang, who was standing a little further away.

Even the store owner in front of him seemed to have discovered some extremely terrifying sight, his body beginning to tremble violently.

Following the store owner's gaze, Huai Yi lowered his head and saw a line of bloody footprints not far from their feet.

The footprints were as big as small boats, starting from below the frame, with the toes pointing outwards and the heels facing the wall, straight, straight, and disappearing into the mist in front of them.