On the "Wang Jie" designated desk, there was also such a desk lamp.

Before Jiang Cheng could observe carefully, Xia Qiang whispered, "Pay attention to these chairs."

Huai Yi and the shop owner shifted their gaze. Near the long table, many chairs were neatly arranged. They were high-backed chairs, giving off a ceremonial feel.

After entering room 19, the shop owner appeared nervous, looking left and right, but he suppressed the fear in his heart and said softly, "These chairs, and this table, are... are the same as in the other rooms. Every room in our shop is pretty much the same set."

"The chair at the end is for the game master, and the others are for the participating players, each playing a corresponding role."

Through the shop owner's explanation, everyone learned that the players sat around this table to play the corresponding murder mystery games.

Jiang Cheng looked at the chairs and slowly said, "He's not talking about that, he's talking about the number of chairs." After a pause, he looked up and continued, "There are 11 chairs here in total. Except for the game master's chair, there are 10 left, which means that the actual number of players participating in the murder mystery is 10."

A moment later, Huai Yi's eyes flashed, and he immediately reacted, blurting out, "We are exactly 10 people."

Counting Yuan Xiaotian and Li Mengyao, who had already been killed, Xia Qiang's team had a total of 5 people, Lin Muyun and Lin Muwan, the siblings, and Jiang Cheng and his two companions, adding up to exactly 10 people.

"This time, we are the players in the script." Xia Qiang exhaled, his tone revealing helplessness and unwillingness.

"What's that?" the shop owner suddenly asked, his urgent tone startling everyone.

Following the direction of the shop owner's finger, several people raised their phones. The faint light slightly dispelled the fog-like darkness. Everyone focused their attention, and in the gray environment, a tall shadow vaguely appeared.

It was a figure!

At the same time as the figure was discovered, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly changed. The shop owner's first reaction was to run outside, immediately!

But as soon as he turned around, before he could run, he was dumbfounded.

The door that was originally not far behind him had disappeared.

Behind him was a gray haze. Light shone through it, but was swallowed up. This illusory and bizarre scene was something the shop owner had only seen in movies.

The color on his face instantly faded away. The shop owner had never seen such things before. He had agreed to come in relying on a surge of courage, but now he felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water. After calming down, he began to regret it.

But it was obviously too late to regret it now. To prevent the shop owner from doing anything irrational due to excessive fear, Huai Yi, who was closest to him, immediately controlled him, and at the same time, before the shop owner could cry out, he covered his mouth.

"Keep quiet if you want to live!" Huai Yi said fiercely, "With us here, you won't die. If you mess things up, we'll have to leave you here alone!"

The shop owner was stunned when he heard this, then shook his head frantically, as if to say that he would definitely listen and not be left alone.

Faced with this situation, people like Jiang Cheng and Xia Qiang only felt sudden, but not much panic, because panic would not help solve the problem, it would only lead to death faster.

Through brief observation, the figure had not moved during this time, it was just standing there, like a window mannequin.

"Don't wander around, especially don't retreat, it hasn't attacked us yet." Xia Qiang said, "We should be fine if we stay put, but if we run backwards, it will be hard to say."

Xia Qiang's view was the same as Jiang Cheng's. The other party could clearly hide in such an environment and launch a surprise attack on them, but chose to show himself proactively, which could not but make them vigilant.

Perhaps the ghost could not actively attack them, or perhaps the attack needed to meet certain conditions, such as creating panic, causing them to become separated, lost in this strange room, and attacking those who were alone.

In an instant, many possibilities flashed through Jiang Cheng's mind. He steadied his mind and said in a calm tone, "Let's go over there."

Hearing Jiang Cheng's words, the shop owner, who had just calmed down, felt his legs weaken. Fortunately, Huai Yi was supporting him, preventing him from collapsing to the ground.

By bringing the shop owner along, Huai Yi also had some of his own thoughts. Once he or Jiang Cheng were attacked, he would throw the shop owner out.

When they came in, Jiang Cheng had quietly told him to keep an eye on the shop owner, as it was hard to say whether he was hiding other secrets.

It never hurts to be careful.

Xia Qiang nodded, agreeing with Jiang Cheng's opinion. The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, with a distance of about one meter, slowly walked towards the figure not far away.

Huai Yi, "hijacking" the shop owner, followed behind them.

As the distance closed, everyone finally saw the true face of the figure, and the hearts of several people relaxed slightly.

It wasn't a person, but a painting, hanging on the wall.

The painting had an oil painting-like texture, relatively realistic, with a large metal-colored frame. On it was a man.

Only the upper body.

The man's face was twisted in agony, wearing a blood-stained apron, just as the shop owner had described. His head was densely wrapped in tape, and his eyes were so red that it seemed blood would drip out at any moment.

In the lower right corner of the painting, there was a line of crooked handwriting, which read: Sudden Day of the Rain, Night Killer.

Looking at this painting for a long time, everyone felt an unspeakable sense of suffocation.

Shifting their gaze, there were several other paintings around this one.

After approaching, when seeing the painting closest to the Rain Night Killer, Xia Qiang's pupils suddenly contracted, and Jiang Cheng couldn't help but gasp.

The painting showed a female corpse collapsed on the ground, face down, leaving only a back view. The background was gray, but it could still be vaguely seen as the end of a corridor, in front of a closed safety door, with blood splattered all around.

A huge, terrifying wound started from the right shoulder and continued to below the deceased's left abdomen. If it weren't for the last bit of skin connecting them, it would have almost split the person in half.

It was Li Mengyao, the first to be killed!

The texture of the oil painting was very suitable for depicting such a scene. The background of the picture was as bright as a blooming blood-colored rose. Even through the painting, one could seem to smell the bloody odor inside.

Soon, they found another oil painting near the oil painting of Li Mengyao, a painting belonging to Yuan Xiaotian.

The scene was still intense, full of despair and a bloody aura.

But this time, everyone only looked at it briefly for a few seconds, and then immediately looked for the next painting. It was obvious that this was arranged in the order of being killed.

If they could find the next painting, would they be able to predict the next victim?