Soon after the wandering child left, Annan neatly put away the pretentious book in his hand.
He didn't originally plan to watch it...
I just have to act like "I'm busy, please don't bother me" so that these players don't come over to have a chat and try to get a mission from him or something.
You ask me what to do, but I don’t know what to do?
Annan sighed.jpg
He made himself a cup of tea, brought a plate of nut cakes, closed the door, lit the lamp, and leaned on the bed happily.
Although Kaizisa stayed up late taking liver potion in the basement, watching the live broadcast and eating snacks here made Annan feel vaguely uneasy.
Maybe it's because the sense of shame in his heart that has become extremely thin is struggling desperately...
But Annan finally started the live broadcast happily.
"……Huh?"
Only then did he realize that Jiu'er seemed to be in a copy he had never seen before——
"Hahaha……"
Jiu'er gasped and leaned against the wall, looking back warily.
What she used this time was not Amos' body.
Instead, it was the body of a homeless man in his fifties with a haggard face...
Who is this? Where is this?
Annan was a little surprised.
He quickly flipped through the historical barrage, then pulled up Jiuer's live video, used the barrage as a coordinate, and jumped around for a while, and he quickly realized what he was doing.
Annan understood what was going on:
Jiuer entered this level from the second level of the nightmare.
In theory, in the simplest level in the entire nightmare——
Its title is, [Gallery: A Banquet for the Hungry].
The way to enter this level is actually very simple...just being chased by Brother Sledgehammer, few people can calm down and think.
Jiu'er realized that the tomato might be a key prop.
But you can't get it at all...and if you go to the next level, you may not be able to come back.
In other words - the thing where you can get the tomatoes must be on this level.
So she put on the blood-stained trench coat and turned back.
——Yes, she turned back.
Seeing the crack in the wall that had been smashed open by a sledgehammer, Jiuer walked directly in... which was the entrance to the "Gallery: Elle Morrison" on the third floor.
Inside, she found a long dagger stained with blood.
Then Jiu'er went back again and found that the tomatoes could be taken away while holding the dagger.
She originally wanted to enter the third floor like this...but due to the high-intensity barrage, she turned back for the second time.
This time, there seemed to be nothing at the end of the passage.
——But when Jiu'er was holding the dagger and tomatoes, when she walked to the fallen chandelier, the previous death fg here was removed.
Yesterday's players, some people also tried this.
But when they had no tomatoes, if they turned around and approached the fallen chandelier, they would only be dragged in by the countless shadows under the chandelier and cut into pieces by the broken chandelier.
However, when Jiu'er came back with the tomatoes, they didn't appear.
After that, she moved closer... and the cg was triggered.
It just so happened that Jiu'er was having a chase, and there was no nutrition...
"...You still have to watch the cutscene CG."
Annan did not hesitate to bring up the CG part of the video.
It’s different from my previous CG experience.
Annan is now observing the painter Amos from a third-person over-the-shoulder perspective.
I saw Amos wearing a blood-stained white robe, holding a tomato in one hand and a knife in the other. Under the gaze of countless portraits, he slowly approached the fallen chandelier.
His steps were a little staggering, but not as frightening as those on the third level.
Annan saw him staring under the chandelier, breathing heavily.
It's like seeing something that ordinary people can't see.
Finally, he sighed softly:
"sorry……"
As he spoke, he used his trembling right hand to hold a knife and slowly cut a slit into the tomato in his hand.
Only then did Annan notice——
That extra red tomato is full of bright red plasma.
It was like a fountain, with blood pouring out continuously - Amos raised it high with his slightly trembling left hand.
Blood flowed down his arm and dripped on the floor. The shadow under the chandelier was like a living creature, constantly sipping the blood on the ground in a low voice.
The blood contained in the tomatoes was dozens of times larger than its own volume. It was as if it was all the blood in the bodies of several adults...
Finally, the tomatoes gradually shriveled up.
Inside, there lies a tongue.
The tongue and the skin of the tomato cut in half seemed to form a mouth, forming a big smile.
"Hehehehe..."
Annan heard...the girl's deep laughter again.
It was exactly the same laughter he heard on the second floor before being attacked by Brother Sledgehammer!
Only this time... the laughter was extremely clear, as if it sounded right behind him.
The blood on the ground was finally completely washed away by the shadow under the chandelier...
No, it wasn't completely sucked clean.
There are still very few remnants.
The remaining blood squirmed on the ground... forming a series of intermittent words:
"Look... behind you..."
Amos said intermittently with a hoarse voice.
Immediately, he gasped in panic.
He was trembling and looked back subconsciously.
I saw an unsettling blood-red light emitting at the end of the corridor that I had just walked out of.
And because the chandelier fell, the wall that became dim - the wall where the portraits were hung also received some light. At least to the extent that the portraits on it could be clearly seen:
All I saw behind me were the portraits of men, women, and children with strange smiles on their faces...
At some point, everything turned into Amos himself!
They all turned into Amos himself, looking up in panic in a dim environment!
Just like now!
Just like what is hanging on the wall is not a portrait, but countless mirrors——
But what is different from the mirror is that in the countless portraits of himself, there is a tall man standing behind him who is silent and looking down at him with a ferocious face.
...Or perhaps, this is indeed a mirror.
Amos stayed where he was, staring blankly at the man holding a hammer in the countless mirrors, and slowly raised the hammer.
At this time, all the portraits began to burn.
A circle of scorch marks emerged, burning away the surface layer of "Amos and Sledgehammer," revealing another painting on the bottom layer.
They were homeless people with shabby clothes, haggard faces, rough skin, and unusually thin bodies.
Despair for life can be seen in their eyes.
And hope and gratitude for the white and neat hand that poked into the picture and stretched out to them.
The moment Amos and one of the homeless men met their eyes.
He felt someone pull his hand suddenly.
The whole person stumbled and took two steps forward.
At this moment, the surrounding scenes suddenly changed.
The main perspective becomes that of a homeless man.
And Amos, who was dressed decently and had a gentle smile, stood in front of "himself" and extended his clean and white right hand to him as a polite invitation.
Unlike in "Gallery: Elle Morrison."
His brown curly hair was mixed with a beautiful strand of blond hair.
One of his eyes is still that deep blue.
——The other eye turned into a beautiful, gem-like clear and charming green.
"Good morning sir."
Amos Morrison politely repeated what he said before: "Can I pay you... to be my model?"