Annan keenly noticed Amos's heterochromatic eyes, one green and one blue, like a Persian cat.
Could it be said that Amos in this level has already obtained part of Elle's body?
Annan immediately realized that the timeline of this copy should be confusing.
The time here should be after June and before November.
Annan still remembered that in addition to the stillborn bottle of wine in Amos's basement, there were many skeletons. Most of these skeletons came from "missing tramps."
——That is the role Jiuer plays now.
Unexpectedly, the second level of nightmare, which is theoretically simpler and more orderly, actually has a timeline further back than the third level...
...but so.
The nightmare of the negative level that you entered from the first level is even the ending.
In terms of time, it was the furthest behind... He didn't even enter the memories at all, but was directly caught up by Brother Sledgehammer and hit GG.
But it's a pity that Jiu'er didn't get this information when he entered the nightmare.
Otherwise, she would immediately realize who she was playing——
[Entered Gallery: Banquet of the Hungry (Second Floor)]
[Main Mission: Playing as the Tramp "Amis"]
Immediately, a large number of small words quickly appeared below this line of words:
[Complete portrait painting]
[Meet the other three homeless people]
[At least one person survived until dark]
What does it mean?
Seeing the side mission "At least one person survives until dark", Jiu'er felt trembling in his heart.
She glanced up subconsciously.
Judging from the brilliance of the sunlight, it is now about noon.
Because he was a homeless man, Jiu'er couldn't tell whether the hunger in his stomach was from missing lunch or not eating for several meals, so he couldn't tell the approximate time range at the first time.
The painter Amos in front of her showed an elegant and calm smile, and stretched out his hand: "If you come to help me paint a picture, I will treat you to a hot bath and give you clean clothes.
And take care of your diet for three days...how about it?"
To be fair, this is indeed a very favorable condition...
——If he wasn't causing trouble secretly.
"But, but... sir..."
Jiu'er imitated the tramp's tone and said tremblingly: "I can't draw..."
"No, no, no, you don't need to paint. You just need to stand in front of the canvas and wait for me to paint your portrait... It will be quick, about - well, two hours."
Amos took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, and then showed a refreshing smile: "Is it okay to stay still for two hours? It's half past one...it'll be fine at three thirty."
Jiu'er's heart sank slightly.
Painting until half past three...
It's only about two hours until dark.
In other words, I probably won’t be able to make it in time for dinner…
Starting from the time I finished painting the portrait, the next two hours were probably a battle royale.
Thoughts were spinning in Jiu'er's mind, but his reaction was also very quick. He lowered his head and replied solemnly: "Okay, sir..."
He followed Amos and was carried by his shoulders into the gallery not far away.
This is a large and impressive art gallery rented or purchased by Amos.
But when I saw the interior decoration of this gallery, I almost suffered from ptsd:
Because the decoration of this gallery is exactly the same as the one she just walked through!
The only difference is that there are really two spiraling stairs on both sides of the circular gallery... and the end of the gallery - the door where players enter the next floor every time, seems to be
Point in the direction of the exit.
Jiu'er's heart moved.
Could it be that...Amos actually wanted to escape from the gallery?
Fortunately, it is not like the almost eerie silence and darkness of the gallery in the nightmare.
Not only is the light here very bright, there are even some quite noblely dressed guests coming in and out, stopping in front of some portraits.
When they saw Amos coming in with a homeless man who was somewhat sour and smelly, they were not surprised at all. They just greeted Amos warmly:
"Master Amos!"
"Master, good afternoon!"
"May the Silver Lord bless you, Mr. Morrison."
And Amos just smiled and greeted them: "Well, hello."
He has a tall and straight posture, an elegant and calm smile, and his body seems to be shining with a light of confidence, which is extremely dazzling. The moment he appears, he has become the focus of the audience.
Even a bit...unlike a mortal.
If he appeared at the same time as other painters, I'm afraid people would notice Amos at first sight; even people who don't know him would realize that this is a very distinguished guest just by looking at him.
He has a strong aura of confidence, just like a big star who is always surrounded by fans.
He is almost completely different from the amiable father Amos who painted for Elle in the third dream...
After leaving the crowd, Amos asked Jiu'er in a gentle tone: "You haven't been wandering around for long, have you?"
Jiu'er was suddenly startled and almost trembled.
She forced herself to calm down and tried her best to look panicked: "You...how did you know?"
"Because I see hope in your eyes."
Like a poet, Amos whispered in a melodious tone: "Such a beautiful light...it will not appear in the eyes of people who have completely lost hope in life."
Looking at the confused Jiu'er, he smiled and explained naturally: "When you see my guests, you will be curious and want to explore their identities. When you see the paintings I hang on the wall, you will want to see them.
Clear the above content.
"This shows that you still have hope for this world. The truly desperate people... they don't care about anything anymore."
Having said this, Amos sighed softly.
He raised his head with some melancholy, not knowing where to look.
His gaze was profound, and his heterochromatic pupils seemed to reveal a magical charm that bewitched people's hearts.
Or... that's not an illusion.
They walked until they reached the fourth floor, and finally there were no more guests - it seemed that this place was not open to the public. There was an iron door between the third and fourth floors, which could only be opened with a key.
The fourth floor is Amos's painter, which is more like a luxurious living room.
The interior is covered with quite luxurious carpets, and there are many soft sofas and warm-toned wooden furniture. You can also see some toys placed alone in the corner of the room, but there are no children playing with them.
At a tea table next to the hall, three men wearing white robes and long hair were sitting together with a somewhat reserved expression, chatting in a low voice.
When they saw Jiu'er, their faces suddenly became happy. A younger man even waved to Jiu'er.
"They are my friends who came before you to help me paint."
Amos followed Jiu'er's gaze and explained: "This is a big plan of mine... a feast for the hungry."
With that said, Amos walked to the wall and pulled the heavy red cloth to both sides.
I saw many huge picture frames piled on the wall.
The painting shows some men with shabby clothes, haggard faces, and hungry eyes that are green. They look out of the painting in different postures... some are lying on the ground, some are huddled in the corner, and some are bent over and rickety.
They were standing, stretching their necks to look forward, and some were squatting on the ground, like dogs.
It only takes one glance to see.
They are all homeless people.
And there are three paintings among them...the people in those paintings look exactly the same as the three men in white robes chatting over there.
Just seeing these paintings, the three people trembled and couldn't help but turn away, not daring to look at their own portraits.
The wine once made me feel a little suffocated.
The person in the painting is not beautiful, but it gave her an unforgettable visual impact...
Even the barrage was silent for a moment.
It is as if these are not paintings at all, but rather solidified souls.
When Jiu'er saw it for the first time, she even thought it was a huge window...and these people were looking at herself outside the window in a chaotic space. It was as if she had been made smaller,
Being stared at and looked at by countless giants outside the glass windows.
Just looking at it is enough to feel a clear sense of fear.
She could even see these people shaking slightly, wailing silently, drooling, and staring at her hungrily.