The Bastard Stabbed Me the Moment He Got Close
"Then let's assign the rooms," Xie Man said. "I already took a look. At the far end of the art museum, there are rooms on both sides of the biggest Madonna Painting you can see from here. Twelve rooms in all."
"But the layout is a little strange," she continued. "Including this exhibition hall, the whole museum is shaped like a block letter T. There are four rooms along each side of the crossbar, and at either end there's a corridor parallel to the exhibition hall, with two rooms each. Every room faces a mural on the museum's inner wall."
Her description wasn't very clear, so everyone went over to inspect the layout for themselves. Fan Shiji remarked, "Doesn't it look like a standing person with their arms outstretched and their hands hanging down? Add a little protrusion in front of the Great Mural, and it looks exactly like a dead person nailed to a Cross."
Xu Huo glanced at him. "You really know how to say something auspicious."
Seeing the others staring coldly at him, Fan Shiji gave an awkward smile. "Forget I said anything."
"There are twelve rooms. How should we arrange them?" Deng Yu looked around at everyone and shrugged. "To be honest, no one wants to stay in the four rooms at either end, right?"
The corridors were about ten meters wide, but the rooms on both sides were recessed. That left more than twenty meters between the doors and the murals, with the rooms completely boxed into the corners.
"Do whatever you want. I'm not going in there," the gloomy man said. "And I'm not sharing a room with anyone."
"Like anyone wants to share a room with you," Xie Man said irritably. "Nobody wants the