Annan narrowed his eyes slightly and walked forward slowly.
He took a puff of cigarette and his thinking gradually became clearer.
Many fragments of intelligence quickly connected with each other in Annan's eyes.
——This may be the curse held by the owner of this dream.
Can smoking improve thinking ability? Or is it a pipe? Or what gas is inhaled?
No...it doesn't matter.
Annan forced himself to use his perseverance to change the direction of his thinking that had strayed for a moment.
Is this ability to go off topic also part of the curse?
snort.
"It's really amazing."
Annan chuckled softly and touched the stubble on his chin.
The middle-aged male detective made a magnetic and methodical voice: "A real detective? It is indeed a hunter profession.
"How many curses do you hold that restrict your behavior? No...it doesn't matter."
Annan forcibly stopped thinking again, stretched out his hand and gently touched the white wall beside him.
——Sure enough, it’s not an illusion.
The moment he took it, Annan immediately recognized...the wall was soft.
Roughly speaking, it is the feeling of the upper arm skin of a girl between the ages of sixteen and twenty-two. Judging from the density of muscles and fat, her figure should not be skinny, but it is not considered obese, and is about slightly fat.
"...this kind of thinking ability."
When Annan realized that his mind was running at high speed, he immediately bit his lips.
Why does this white wall immediately give Annan a sense of association with "girly skin"?
Generally speaking, shouldn't it be 'lily color' or 'cream color' or something like that?
"There is only one reason. This is the first time I have entered the body of a transcendent whose thinking ability far exceeds my own body."
Annan said calmly: "Just like after I entered Bella's body, I also had the transformation ability and dynamic vision of a werewolf. After I got the detective's body, did I also have his thinking and judgment ability?
"I see, this is the deep mechanism of nightmares... No, I still have to concentrate. In other words, this deviation of attention is not due to the side effects of the curse, but because my will is not adapted to this level of thinking.
speed, so after completing the thinking within the same thinking time, I subconsciously thought sideways——
"No, calm down. Continue to judge...
"It's because this body's observation ability is too keen, so I instinctively made such an association."
Annan stopped, squatted down lightly, and reached out to touch the skin that seemed to be burned by fire.
Just as expected...the first feeling is that of burnt skin.
He turned around and squinted at the trembling pure red curtain in the distance.
——That is really a very beautiful, very pure red.
If compared to a curtain on a stage, it does not cast a heavy shadow; if compared to a silk skirt, it does not reflect light.
"Is that blood? No...it's fire. This will explain the scorch marks on the wall."
Annan murmured calmly, using the way he spoke to limit his thinking speed: "After I reach the end, will the curtain turn into flames and block the intersection?
"But why are those curtains high up and the scorch marks on the side closer to the ground?"
Annan lightly stamped his feet.
The texture he heard told him that the floor beneath his feet was a very old wooden floor. Due to the lack of moisture-proof treatment, it became very damp.
Such rich memory fragments cannot be fabricated out of thin air.
—So it’s different from Denton’s nightmare?
This is what Mr. "Detective" has experienced...
"……strangeness."
Annan murmured in a low voice: "Why isn't there a trap yet?"
According to his reasoning, this should be composed of one death chamber after another. It is also a fatal trap specially designed for the characteristics of the nightmare owner.
Just like Denton, a soul-stealing wizard who lacks direct attack methods - no living person appeared in his nightmares at all; and the continuous flushing of ice water prevented him from using complex spells; the eunuch voice might be him
The fear of corrupt men and the trap of slow death correspond to Denton's overly conservative character.
——Yes, overly conservative character.
Denton has controlled the fourth prince for several years. As long as he takes a little risk, he can try to control Henry VIII.
But he never left.
On the one hand, it was because he obeyed Fufu's orders, but on the other hand... I'm afraid it was because of his own caution. In other words, that hesitation that was almost timid.
So, this is the detective's fear of death.
What kind of trap will it be?
"I stood here thinking, and collected so much information. But time seemed to have not passed at all. I even took a few steps forward, and there was no reaction at all... I was so calm that it was a bit too much."
——It’s like I was deliberately left here to think.
……Could it be that?
Annan's heart suddenly tightened.
He no longer hesitated and suddenly ran forward quickly.
His boots clicked on the wooden floor, making a series of loud sounds.
There were no sudden attacks along the way, and everything around him was extremely calm.
But the sense of crisis in Annan's heart became stronger and stronger.
After he approached the pure red curtain, he did not try to get under it.
A silver, slender sharp blade protruded from Annan's fingers.
Annan raised his right hand forward and turned sideways at the same time.
What he had seen before, the competition between young Annan and Dmitry, emerged in his mind.
Dmitri's unique swordsmanship skills were also revived from the depths of Annan's memory——
There is no crystal-colored frost covering the blade.
But the extremely light slash formed a perfect arc moon in the sky.
Without damaging the blade of the [Sharp Object], Annan cut off the curtain blocking the door completely with a few slashes.
As expected...these curtains burned instantly after falling to the ground, turning into a menacing flame. The curtains that had not been cut in the air also burned, and the flames visible to the naked eye almost condensed into entities, completely blocking the door.
live.
Even though Annan retreated subconsciously, he still couldn't outrun the rapidly spreading fire.
The scorching heat was no ordinary flame burning on the wooden floor... To describe it, it was like a match falling into gasoline flowing on the ground.
The fire spread so quickly that it was irresistible and irresistible——
If it hadn't been cut... I'm afraid that the moment he slipped through the curtain, he would have been completely enveloped in flames.
But even like this... I can't survive at all!
Just as Annan was thinking about how to escape, another voice appeared in his mind:
Mr. Detective is afraid of flames? Why? What’s going on with the skin on the wall...
"——What a fuss!!"
Annan gave a low drink and threw the pipe away.
The mental acceleration brought about by the pipe is irrelevant.
Compared with that, what is more important is——
While constantly stepping on the sea of fire, he quickly took off his coat and put his left hand roughly on his head. In addition, he did not forget to put the remaining two silver coins into his trouser pocket.
There was no room for water, so I just rushed over!
Annan endured the burning pain in the soles of his feet and ran forward quickly in the corridor that turned into a sea of fire.
He held his coat and ran directly into the door that was burning with flames!
There was no pain.
But the coat immediately burst into flames.
After Annan rushed through the door of flames, he quickly ran up the wooden steps behind the door, took off his coat without thinking, and swung it in the air a few times in an attempt to extinguish the flames.
Fortunately there were no flames on the steps.
But the more he shook it, the more intense the flame became.
What is the pattern... What does this flame foreshadow? That corridor——
"Damn it...is there something wrong with this brain?"
Annan couldn't help but shout out.
He left the unsalvageable coat behind him, kicked open the wooden door, and raised the sharp object in his hand.
Don't even move - that's what he originally thought.
But after seeing everything clearly, Annan's pupils shrank instantly.