When Jiu'er heard this, he was even stunned for a moment.
Is this a coincidence?
Or is it inevitable?
At this moment, a picture suddenly flashed in her mind——
"I" opened the window and looked in, but was shouted back.
"I" took a knife and climbed into the house through the window.
The knife was dripping with blood, the body fell to the ground, and "himself" held a heavy bag of silver coins in his hand, showing a proud smile.
A sinister smile like a hungry wolf.
——This "self" is none other than the tramp "Amis"!
And the posture holding the window open is exactly the same as the posture I drew before!
Jiu'er was silent for a while, then replied in a low voice: "Actually, I am too..."
Hearing Jiu'er's expected answer, the middle-aged and elderly people fell silent.
The three of them didn't know how to speak for a while.
I don’t know if I can trust other people either…
But Jiu'er knew that if they didn't tell the truth at this time, the two of them would be more likely to doubt themselves - even if it was just to join the group, they would have to say "me too" even if they didn't kill anyone.
Jiu'er looked at them and recalled the painting belonging to the two of them in his mind:
The old man in the painting is not that old yet. He is lying on the ground, guarding the entrance of the alley like a dog. Behind him is a fat man with a cut throat and bleeding blood. He is dressed in rich clothes.
The middle-aged man in the painting looks like his face turned red after drinking. He is holding a stone in his right hand and wants to throw it forward heavily!
……Yes.
Jiu'er's heart sank.
If nothing else, this should be what they looked like when they killed someone.
Did Amos really meet them by chance... instead of deliberately luring them here?
At this moment, the three of them suddenly heard an extremely miserable cry, like a howl:
"——Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
The voice approached quickly from far away, but stopped abruptly in front of the door.
——This is exactly the voice of the young man who just left!
The three of them looked at each other, and Jiu'er and the middle-aged man immediately walked towards the door.
But soon Jiu'er realized that the old man had not followed, so he looked back.
The old man's first reaction was to find the empty wooden shelf that Jiu'er was holding on to. After holding it with his hands, he kicked it away with two hard kicks. Then he pushed it a few times with his hands and pushed it away.
It turned into two long wooden handles with broken short handles.
When he saw Jiu'er coming over, he paused slightly.
The old man looked at the wine with his narrowed triangular eyes, and silently handed over the other one.
He came close to Annan, without looking at him, but said in a very low voice: "You walk in front...I'll watch behind you."
Jiu'er nodded sharply.
She naturally knew that this old man was not a good person... It was actually quite unsafe for him to be the last one.
But even if she knew it in her heart, she couldn't say it at this time.
Because after learning from each other that all three of them were murderers, the trusting relationship between them was already shaky.
And Jiu'er's mission goal is... to let at least one person survive until dark.
The difference with street kids is...
There is no "survive" in her mission.
In other words, as long as the fire can be retained. As long as one person can escape... it is her victory.
——Even if that person is not herself.
"Dead by Daylight..."
Jiu'er murmured.
She doesn't like playing this game very much...because she always feels inexplicable fear suddenly and then loses her mind.
But she never expected that after she really entered the world of horror games, she would be able to maintain her sanity and start thinking and acting quickly, even reacting much faster than she usually does...
Are people really forced out?
At this time, Jiu'er heard an unusually obvious sound of opening the door.
That middle-aged man should be the one with the best physical fitness among them.
He tried hard to open the door, pulling and pushing. The wooden door made a pitiful muffled sound, and was even pushed open a small crack several times and then closed again. It was as if it was caught by a slender and fragile door bolt, or maybe
There was someone on the other side trying to close the door with all his strength...
Suddenly, the middle-aged man's movements stopped.
Because the three of them very clearly heard the sound of eating coming from outside the door.
That man enjoyed his food very well, and even ate and drank.
He was even still chirping.
Just listening to this movement made Jiu'er feel hungrier...
"who is it?"
The middle-aged man asked warily.
But the people outside the door seemed to ignore him completely, and were still eating, drinking and gobbling.
Unable to bear the oppression of fear, the middle-aged man couldn't help but push the door open.
But the moment he pushed the door open...
The sound outside the door suddenly disappeared.
And what was in front of them was not the hall. In other words, it was not the original hall...
Instead, it is an extremely long corridor, which is pure red. Both sides are covered with very small paintings, and between the paintings are wall lamps on the wall.
Just as Jiu'er wanted to move forward, she was stopped by the old man.
She lowered her head and saw a pool of sticky blood at the door. In the corridor, there was also a lot of blood dripping on the ground.
Jiu'er was bold enough to squat down and touch it...
She noticed that the blood was even warm.
"I, I'm not going out!"
The middle-aged man who seemed very courageous before suddenly became frightened and backed away in surprise: "If you want to go... you go!"
Jiuer and the old man persuaded each other for a while, but to no avail.
The middle-aged man made up his mind and just didn't want to leave.
The two of them looked at each other and decided to go out and take a look.
They locked the middle-aged man in the room and left the room holding a wooden stick.
"...Look at the painting."
The old man narrowed his triangular eyes and whispered to Jiu'er.
Jiu'er raised his head and took a closer look.
I found a large number of picture frames hanging on both sides of the corridor, depicting the same person.
——That's the young man who just left here.
Each painting is subtly different.
It seemed like there was a gap of several seconds. You could see him running forward quickly.
The paintings on both sides are like cameras set up with timed continuous shooting, and his every move is imprinted in the painting...
And blood stains fell on the floor in the middle of each painting, intermittently.
Jiu'er and the others cautiously walked forward side by side. One stayed close to the left and the other stayed close to the right, both of them tacitly avoiding the bloodstains in the middle.
But they went far away and nothing happened.
It’s just that the paintings on both sides are getting more and more terrifying...
Blood stains were soaked around the painting and flowing downward.
The further you go, the more blood you get...and the young man in the painting gradually turns into a running flesh and blood, and then gradually turns into a skeleton.
The two of them walked to the end in fear.
——But suddenly discovered that the door at the end was fake.
It is a fake door painted on the wall that can look like the real one!
The real end is actually the midpoint of a T-shaped corridor.
Looking from the false door to both sides, you can see two different corridors...two half-open doors.
Just as the two of them were discussing in low voices how to go, a scream suddenly came from behind them.
It was that middle-aged man’s voice!
But when Jiuer turned around, he was shocked.
The paintings on both sides turned into portraits of "Amis" and the old tramp smiling at the two of them!
The painting close to the two of them was blurred with blood and flesh. Jiuer could vaguely see it, but the portrait in the distance seemed quite normal...
The next moment, the lights in the distance of the long corridor suddenly began to go out in pairs.
Slowly at first, then faster and faster from far to near.
In the last blink of an eye, they were in total darkness——
Before Jiu'er could scream in surprise, the lights suddenly turned on again.
At the end of the corridor, it once again became the false door of the T-shaped corridor...
It was as if they had just left the room and hadn't gone anywhere.
It's just like……
It looks like an hourglass turned upside down.
Jiu'er looked to both sides and found that he was really back to the beginning - there were no passages on both sides, and there was no wall with doors painted behind him... but a door with door handles and cracks.
It was as if they had teleported back to the door of the studio where the middle-aged man screamed just before...
But at this moment, the door behind him was closed tightly.
The old man tried hard to open the door, but he couldn't open it at all. It was like someone on the opposite side was holding the door desperately.
Suddenly, Jiu'er heard the sound of liquid flowing.
Bright red blood began to overflow from the crack in the door.
Like saliva...
There was very little at first, but then the blood roared and surged out from around the crack in the door, as if it was going to drown everything -
"——Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
The old homeless man was so frightened that he screamed and ran towards the false door at the end without looking back.
Because he knows——
Although it is a fake gate... there should be these T-shaped passages on both sides!
From there, there might be a way to escape!
Jiu'er originally wanted to follow him.
But she suddenly saw a line of barrage:
"——Why do you look so similar to that young man?"
...Wait a minute, could this all be an illusion?
Jiu'er's heart moved.
So she didn't run forward...
Instead, he ignored the sea of blood that had reached his waist and reached out to both sides of the wall to touch carefully.
Although she touched something, she suddenly calmed down and was no longer afraid at all.
Because that's not how the wall feels.
That's the feel of drawing paper.
And it's hollow.
I'm afraid this is not a projected illusion——
"You're pretty damn good at playing!"
Jiu'er finally couldn't bear it anymore and screamed and cursed, venting the fear and anger in her heart.
——She no longer hesitated, raised the wooden stick, and stabbed it hard against the wall!