"Do you also think painting the eyes is a huge trap?" Du Moyu asked instinctively.
Jiang Cheng shook his head. "It has nothing to do with painting the eyes. Didn't you notice what the Night Watchman just said? He only mentioned using red paint to paint the fingernails of the female paper figures. Did he say what to use to paint the male paper figures' eyes?"
Du Moyu had a decent memory. After thinking it over, he admitted, "You're right. He didn't mention it at all."
In a task like this, NPCs wouldn't make such a basic mistake. So the only explanation was that they couldn't paint the eyes of the male paper figures.
"So... so we can only choose to... to paint the fingernails of the female paper figures." Because of his profession, Du Moyu's imagination was every bit as wild as the Fat Man's. In the dark room, he pictured himself squatting down and carefully painting a female paper figure's nails bright red.
All around him were paper figures of every kind. Then, as he happened to look up, the female paper figure would tilt her head and gaze at him with tender affection. Damn, that was one hell of a terrifying image!
Du Moyu had never even painted his girlfriend's nails.
As if remembering something, Du Moyu quickly said, "Mister Jiang, when we went to that room during the day, I noticed that some of the paper figures had dirty feet, with grass and mud stuck to them."
Jiang Cheng nodded. "That's right. I noticed it too. Those must be the paper figures that left footprints when they carried the coffin to the mourning hall last night."
"So if we accidentally pick any of those paper figures this time, we're dead." Du Moyu's expression grew grave.
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