["I've looked left, right, up, and down, these paintings don't seem to have anything interesting!"]
["What do you fools understand? Bristol is using telepathy to inquire about the location of the key and talisman in the mural!"]
["Upstairs, I think you're the one with a light bulb missing in your head, Bristol is clearly at a loss for what to do!"]
Bristol casually took down the third painting and found a black pencil behind the painting, with a line of small words scribbled crookedly underneath.
Beside him, Edgar also leaned over to look at the back of the painting.
"Do you know what I like to do the most? Writing it down will bring surprises!"
"What does this sentence mean?" Edgar exclaimed, looking at Bristol with a puzzled expression.
Bristol felt like something was about to come out of his mind, but it was just a little bit off!
At this moment, Edgar slapped his own head with his hand and exclaimed loudly:
"I know, I know who this is talking about!"
After speaking, Edgar cautiously turned his head to glance at the Billy Doll in the corner, then whispered to Bristol:
"This must be asking us what Billy Doll's favorite thing is. I think he's intentionally making it difficult for us. He's so twisted, who knows what he likes to do!"
"No, wait, he's so twisted, could his favorite thing be killing?"
A hint of fear appeared in Edgar's expression, his voice lowered even further as he continued.
Bristol just felt a wave of annoyance. He gave Edgar a cold glance and said sharply:
"Shut up."
Edgar smiled awkwardly and whispered:
"I just wanted to help you."
Seeing Bristol's gaze become even colder, Edgar immediately fell silent, not daring to say another word.
"Well, since you don't need my help, forget it! I don't want to waste my energy."
Edgar thought to himself, anyway, he had only one ultimate goal, and that was to survive and walk out of the death tower!
Although Ann had been staring at the bodies, her ears had been tuned into every movement and conversation in the room.
Seeing Edgar constantly bothering Bristol, she began to feel anxious!
After all, Billy Doll had only given them three hours, and they had already spent a lot of time in the previous rooms!
She was afraid that if Edgar continued to disturb Bristol like this, he wouldn't have enough time to decipher the secrets of the room!
If that happened, everyone would be doomed, and she would definitely find it hard to escape the death game!
Unable to hold back, she scolded:
"Some people are just stupid, and that's fine. But constantly bothering Brother Bristol is really annoying!"
Edgar heard this and glared fiercely at Ann, a flash of malice in his eyes!
The viewers in the livestream room went crazy, spamming the chat with their comments!
["Can't do it themselves, yet they keep bothering the great Bristol to solve the difficult puzzles. How shameless of this Edgar!"]
["Yeah! I feel sorry for Bristol, solving the puzzles while dragging a dead weight behind him!"]
["Let's start a bet! Let's bet on how many minutes it will take for the great Bristol to get out of the last room this time!"]
["I bet ten minutes, no more!"]
["You there, be bolder! I bet three minutes!"]
In the room, Bristol looked at the sentence on the back of the painting, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, thinking to himself:
"Forget it, let's just ask the system."
Just as Bristol was about to type his question into the search box, he suddenly remembered something!
A kite!
Bristol remembered that the little girl in the second painting and the little girl in the room both held kites!
Moreover, as soon as the little girl appeared in the room, she asked him to fly a kite with her!
He was sure that the answer must have something to do with flying a kite!
Bristol quickly picked up the pencil on the painting and wrote down the answer.
As soon as he finished writing, a line of big red letters quickly appeared behind the answer:
"Congratulations, turn around and take a look."
Bristol quickly turned the painting around!
On the painting, the little girl was surrounded by a group of villagers pointing fingers at her, while the couple stood to the side silently weeping.
In the bottom right corner of the painting, there was a line of extremely small words:
"I am not a monster, you are all bad people!"
The viewers in the livestream room who had just said that Bristol couldn't do it were dumbfounded by the sudden change in the painting. They immediately started to eat their words!
["Who said Bristol the great couldn't do it, open your eyes and take a look!"]
["Damn, that's amazing!"]
["How did Bristol know what the favorite thing was? Who is this referring to?"]
["I know! It's talking about that little girl! Look, isn't she holding a kite in her hand!"]
In the room, Bristol glanced at the little girl not far away, furrowing his brows slightly. An idea popped into his mind, and he typed into the search box:
["Does the little girl in the room have any physical deformity or illness?"]
The system quickly displayed the answer.
["Porphyria: Afflicted individuals fear exposure to sunlight. Exposure to sunlight causes their skin to blister, leading to pain and burning sensation, similar to vampires. This is why the disease is referred to as 'vampire disease' by people."]
Looking at the answer on the panel, Bristol's eyes flashed with realization.
Indeed, in some villages with very limited medical knowledge, this strange disease would be considered ominous! "It seems that the villagers treated the little girl as a monster," Bristol speculated in his mind.
Then Bristol took down the fourth painting, wanting to see if the back of the painting was the same as the third one, recording something.
*Clang*
A crisp sound rang out beneath Bristol's feet!
Bristol looked down to find shattered glass shards littering the ground, along with an unknown liquid flowing in all directions!
Frowning slightly, Bristol turned his gaze to the mural in his hands, noticing a rusty nail painted on the back of it.
Moreover, the entire back of the frame was recessed, just enough to fit the oil bottle on the ground.
"It seems that when I took off the frame, the glass bottle inside fell out. But what does this nail represent?" Bristol pondered to himself.
He then placed the painting back on the wall and crouched down to carefully examine the liquid on the ground.
Edgar, who was beside him, also crouched down, glanced at the liquid on the ground, and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes:
"This trap is designed too crudely! Even if you step on this liquid, what can happen? At most, you'll just end up with a concussion!"
Originally, he thought the last room would have some complicated mechanisms. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be so simple that even a fool could see through it!
"To survive, one has to follow Bristol even if it means sacrificing dignity and face!"