But this time, when he was halfway there, the chandelier directly above him suddenly shook violently.
It's like being blown by the wind.
The chandelier squeaked and swayed back and forth, making a sharp, ear-piercing sound.
Annan paused for a moment, then continued walking forward.
Five steps, six steps...seven steps!
When he took the seventh step, Annan heard the extremely clear sound of the chain breaking.
Amidst the squeaking sound of the chain being pulled, the chandelier behind him suddenly fell and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces!
Annan clearly felt a hurricane coming from behind, like a wire or something else scraping his back.
He suddenly felt a burning pain coming from his back... He knew he was definitely bleeding without touching it with his hands.
But he still didn't look back.
He stood there, waiting expressionlessly for a while, and continued to walk forward until he left the gallery.
If Annan looked back at this time, or looked around, he would find that the portraits staring at him from all directions were no longer the same faces as when he first passed through the gallery.
There are men and women, old and young.
But they all turned into identical, expressionless faces.
Black hair and blue eyes.
It's not the face of his body.
It's the face that belongs to Annan outside the copy!
Under the fallen chandelier, there was a body covered with bruises.
It was wearing gorgeous clothes only for nobles. The back of its head, neck, shoulders, and waist were all pierced by the protrusions on the chandelier. It made no sound, and its limbs were lying twisted under the chandelier.
It was like being hit by a falling chandelier.
——And its face is also Annan!
Watching Annan keep walking forward without looking back once. The corpse on the ground suddenly raised its head and looked at Annan with some disappointment.
Then he became silent and turned into a puddle of black water together with the chandelier on his back.
Annan came to the L-shaped corridor for the second time. The difference this time from the first time was that it was quite bright. The lampstands on both sides were burning quietly with flames, and the portraits were smiling gently, looking at each other.
ahead.
"Hehehehe..."
Suddenly, Annan heard a female chuckle.
"Who is it?"
He asked casually, without any intention of receiving a response, so he continued to move forward.
And when he took two steps forward, he faintly heard the sound of a hammer hitting nails. The further he moved forward, the clearer the sound became...the closer it got to him!
It was like someone was lying behind Annan and hammering nails into his head!
Suddenly, the wall next to him suddenly cracked.
The huge hammer smashed the wall open!
Annan rushed forward without hesitation, dodging the blow and running forward quickly.
There was severe pain in his abdomen, and blood oozed out, but Annan did not hesitate at all, because there were rushing footsteps behind him.
He ran forward quickly, his health flowing down at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he still did not stop.
The corridor that was less than thirty meters long when he first walked through it had now taken fifty or sixty steps.
It wasn't until he turned the corner that the footsteps behind him suddenly stopped.
The light in front of me became stable again.
The narrow room was almost the same as the first time, except for a bloody tan long trench coat hanging on the coat rack. And in the collection display shelf on the left, there was an extra... tomato?
Annan was stunned for a moment.
He thought for a moment and wanted to take away the tomatoes. But when he stretched out his hand, he found that the display cabinet seemed to have an invisible glass wall. Although he couldn't see anything, it blocked his outstretched hand.
Annan did not hesitate and punched him. First he hit the transparent wall and then the exhibition cabinet. Annan's fingers hurt from the constant punching, but there was still no change.
As if the tomato was mocking him, it remained motionless and did not even move.
"[Can't open]...I understand."
Annan murmured in a low voice, glanced at the bloody windbreaker, and put it on calmly.
His brain was spinning rapidly——
The reason why most people are trapped in this nightmare is because they are not sure about the decisions they have made before. Therefore, they will repeatedly hesitate and make up their minds.
But Annan was different. Before entering the dungeon, he had already decided on a strategy for himself:
He knew that during his week, he would strictly follow the guide. Apart from walking, he would not investigate anything, talk to anyone, or look at anything unnecessary.
In this way, when he entered the second week of the project, Annan would know that if he didn't investigate anything, he would definitely die.
Therefore, during the second week, Annan will investigate all the things he encounters under the premise of the first week. If he fails, it means that he may die even if he investigates all the items.
In other words, the first two weeks were used by him to collect information.
Annan started the third game this time.
This means that no matter whether you investigate everything or not investigate at all, you will die when you die.
The purification rate of the copy also reveals some information.
38/350.
This means that Priest Lewis has successfully purified the nightmare thirty-eight times. Although it is not necessarily a perfect pass, he has passed it at least thirty-eight times...so it cannot be particularly difficult.
And in this nightmare, the memory of failure will not remain.
In other words, those strategies were all summed up by Pastor Lewis, the "similarities" among his thirty-eight successes.
Priest Lewis specifically mentioned that every time he conquers nightmares, the scenes he encounters will be slightly different. But he believes that as long as he follows these similarities and acts, he can pass the level... so he trusts these strategies.
Give it to Annan.
So, what do these strategies and bans have in common?
"——It's [see]."
Whether "gazing" at the portraits, looking for a corridor with paintings (all portraits), or looking back to "look", it is all directly related to observation.
Got the first and second experience.
In the third week, Annan is still fearless.
Now that he knows that he can't pass the level without investigating at all, and even if he does all the investigations... then it means that at least Padre Lewis's strategy is not completely suitable for him.
Priest Louis must have a certain habit that is different from Annan. He couldn't even realize that this was a habit that others didn't have. That's why he didn't write it in the guide.
Annan had to do it on his own.
Annan touched the material of the windbreaker.
As expected, a message box appeared in front of it:
【Blood-stained gown】
[Type: Material (ordinary)]
[Description: An old blood-stained piece of clothing with a tear in the abdomen]
[Description: Observing the blood stains, you realize that the owner of the clothes has been stabbed in the abdomen]
"...Knife in the abdomen?"
Annan murmured.
He no longer hesitated and put on the clothes.
He gestured and found that the scars on his abdomen were aligned.
"These are indeed 'my' clothes."
Annan concluded.
He hesitated no longer and continued to move forward.
He opened the door again.
Back in the gallery again.
But the difference this time was that the gallery was dark and empty.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed outside the window.
In that flash of light, Annan could clearly see countless ropes hanging above the gallery, crookedly binding the picture frames.
The next moment, a thunder exploded!
The strong wind instantly blew open the window, and the cold and humid air immediately soaked into Annan's chest. Only then did he hear the sound of rain outside the window.
Then the lightning fell again.
Before the thunder sounds.
Annan saw what kind of picture frames were tied under the hanging ropes——
Those were corpses hanging from the rafters!
Their heads were lowered, and they were wearing luxurious and blood-soaked clothes and leather boots. Their eyes were cloudy, their faces were swollen, and their bodies were swaying in the wind.
Just before the light disappeared, Annan vaguely saw all the corpses, and the corners of their mouths were neatly raised, strangely and slightly.