Good evening, Lord Hades

Chen Feng glanced at Ye Zichen with strange eyes and said lightly: "man, I'm not bent. I'm straight. It's straighter than steel bar!"

Hear this words, leaf Zi Chen has to shrivel shrivel mouth, retreated to one side.

I looked at the numbers written on the paper, frowned and said, "1809, what do these numbers mean? What is it that the ghost wants us to untie? "

"Isn't that a password? What's so strange? As long as the correct password is entered, we can get out! " Ye Zichen says disapprovingly.

Fang Jiajia gave him a hard look and said with disdain: "you don't have a brain, you don't admit it. You can see for yourself, where is the keyboard in this room to input these numbers for you?"

Ye Zichen looked around and found that, as Fang Jiajia said, there was no keyboard related to numbers in this room.

Even the door lock, is not with a password, but the kind of old-fashioned and antique handle.

But since the ghost gave us a hint, it would not be in vain.

This series of numbers must be useful.

However, where are these numbers going to be used?

I stood up and looked around.

The whole room was empty. Except for the painting, there was not even a table.

Is the answer hidden in this painting?

If that's the case, we really can't help it.

Just now, because we looked at the painting a few more times, we fell into the illusion woven by our own brain.

Now if we look at it again, won't we fall into trouble again?

Before, I was awakened by Guoguo, and we were able to get out of the dreamland.

But if we take a chance to see it again, can we still retreat?

It's a dilemma, not only about myself, but also about the safety of everyone present.

If there is any mistake, we will be doomed, so I dare not act rashly.

Fortunately, when we were at a loss, the audience in the studio gave us suggestions.

"That female ghost is so cunning. Isn't it obvious that it will force the anchor to fall into the illusion of that painting again?"

"Indeed, I'm really worried about the anchors!"

"If you want me to say that, don't solve the puzzle. Just smash the window and jump down!"

"Upstairs, what you said is light. Do you think the anchor can't think of it? The reason why they didn't smash the window proved that the window couldn't open at all! "

"Anchor, why don't you try Braille, close your eyes and touch the picture to see if there are any small bumps?"

When I was reminded by the audience, I felt as if I was suddenly enlightened.

Yeah, why didn't I think of that!

Although you can't see it, it doesn't mean you can't touch it!

Perhaps, the people who painted this painting at that time just wanted to make use of human's habitual thinking, so that we only wanted to see, not touch.

After thinking about this, I immediately discussed the idea of Braille with several other people, including Chen Feng, who agreed.

So, I have nothing to worry about, close my eyes, slowly touched the sand dune painting.

I have to say that the canvas used in this painting is really good.

The texture is fine and smooth to almost no pigment bulge.

Wait, bulge?

I put my hand on the oil painting and touched it all again. I was shocked.

So the mystery is here!

The whole canvas of the oil painting is regularly covered with tiny particles that can hardly be felt.

I didn't expect that a careless remark from the audience actually became the key to our solution!

Thinking of this, I immediately stretched out my hand and prepared to press the bulges representing 1809 one by one in order.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Fang Jiajia suddenly stopped me.

"Wait a minute, Xiao Fei. Lord Hades said on the live platform that this thing can't be pressed directly. It has to use boy's blood, even Yang conquers Yin!"

Hearing this, I immediately turned my head and opened my eyes. As expected, I saw the barrage of Mo liangye in the studio.

If anyone can have blood, it would be nice. I would not take a knife and make more cuts in my hand.

But Mo liangye specially emphasizes that it's the blood of the boy. We are trapped here now. Where can I find the boy?

Ye Zichen also seems to respond to come over, repeatedly retreat.

"Don't look for me. I'm not a boy anymore."

Shit, even if he doesn't, I know.

After all, it's not easy to find a child in our 20s.

However, at this time, the side of Chen Feng suddenly opened his mouth.

"Use mine. I am."

Hearing this, it was not only me, but also several people present.

Ye Zichen, in particular, simply tilted his orchid finger and pasted it directly.

"Handsome man, I can't see it. You're clean. Good, I love it

Chen Feng coldly swept Ye Zichen one eye, raise a hand then a grasp on his collar, directly came to him a shoulder fall.

After being taught a lesson, ye Zichen does not dare to make another mistake.

After all, with his physique, even I can't beat him. Do you want to have a fight with Chen Feng? It's wishful thinking!

Thinking of this, I looked at Chen Feng seriously and asked, "are you sure? It's not a joke. If something goes wrong, we'll all be done! "

Chen Feng slightly pick eyebrows, lips slightly warped, a face of evil looking at me, said: "do you want to inspect the goods?"

Inspection?

I went. This guy even joked at such a critical moment. Isn't it too formal?

It's not only me, but also the audience in the studio.

"Boy, if you dare to tease our anchor, aren't you afraid that Lord Hades will break your third leg?"

"Yes, we don't dare to flirt with the anchor, but this guy flirted with us first!"

"Anchor, we support you to drag this boy out and shoot him for five minutes!"

"I really want to know what the expression of Lord Hades is now."

"Want to know + 1!"

"The user, Lord Pluto, praised the Buddha for jumping over the wall and left a message: buy your own washboard!"

I am very speechless about this.

It's Chen Feng who teases me. It's not me who seduces him. Why does Mao want me to kneel on the washboard?

However, it seems that these are all afterwords.

Now, the most important thing is to solve the riddle in this painting, so as to get out of the room.

Thinking of this, I took a look at Chen Feng. I took out a sharp Swiss Army knife from my backpack and stabbed Chen Feng in the palm of my hand.

Sure enough, it was full of blood. As soon as the knife went down, the blood in Chen Feng's palm began to flow out.

I quickly put my hand on the bottom, and then let my hand as much as possible covered with his blood.

When I got to the end of it, I felt again on the painting of the evil gate, found those tiny bumps, and pressed them down one by one in order.

However, when I pressed the last bump, the whole picture suddenly burst out a strange light, even when I closed my eyes, I could feel the glare.

After the light, then listen to "click", the door of the room actually opened automatically!