As the wandering child opened the door at the end of the corridor for the second time, he entered the third level of the nightmare.
The live broadcast screen suddenly started to shake.
The noise was accompanied by snowflakes, making his figure blurry.
The Yun strategy team watching the show outside Nightmare was a little flustered:
"——Is there a snowflake screen over there?"
"——There seems to be interference... Don't continue to rush forward, Child God, stop for a moment, stop for a moment!"
"——Come on, rush for me!"
"——Damn it, something just seemed to flash past my window..."
"I can't get enough of it either..."
The homeless child took a deep breath, grinned and covered the wound on his abdomen.
It's not that he couldn't feel the pain before, but that he chose to endure it for a while and fight to the end in one breath.
It hurts even if it hurts, and it still hurts if it hurts vaguely all the time. It’s better to run two steps quickly and quickly move forward with the plot...
Wandering children have a clear sense of their position.
He has learned from the conductors that the memory will be reset after death in this dungeon, but the memory of the audience will not be reset.
So he decided to use his life to physically explore the grass to see if there was any death flag behind it...
"How many people are there on the third floor now?"
The wandering child calmed down for a while, then reluctantly stood up and asked the barrage.
"——Only you."
"——Okay, okay, let's look for clues."
"——Go, go, go, the child god, go for me!"
"——Don't make trouble upstairs. If you make trouble again, I will go to your house and have a chat with you..."
The last barrage was obviously sent by Crazy Goose.
What he meant by this was not that he was looking for someone from his residence in Lengshui Port, but that a real person offline was going there directly.
As a full-armor fighting enthusiast, this bald man with a height of 1.9 meters is obviously very intimidating from the style of his painting. As soon as he spoke, those who watched the excitement immediately looked serious and began to discuss the plot: "But I am thinking, the child god
I probably won’t be able to rush..."
"Fuck you sister, I'm still young, I can rush if I want."
The wandering child squirted casually.
He squinted his eyes and looked ahead.
In the nightmare on the second floor, the things that could cause death were the chandelier and the hammer. But at that time, he judged that the chandelier could not hit him, so he ran over at full speed without stopping, and the same was true for the hammer...
...If you don’t hesitate, you won’t get hurt at all.
As expected, he was completely unscathed.
But if he had stopped because of fear, he would have died.
But the third floor is different.
I saw that all the brilliant lights in the gallery were now extinguished. It was pitch black in the gallery, and only when there was thunder outside the window could I vaguely see something in front of me.
Fortunately, the terrain has not changed much.
"Brother Meng, there seems to be something hanging over there..."
The wandering child mumbled, alert, and cautiously moved forward.
Although he doesn't often play horror games, but according to the routine, the first two levels are not scary, and the third level should start to have high energy...
But he was pioneering wasteland, and without warning of the "high energy ahead", he felt very flustered.
When he walked into those hanging things and stared to take a look.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed outside the window.
His pupils trembled suddenly, and his whole body trembled.
From the sudden flash of lightning, he could clearly see a picture frame, tied up with countless ropes, hanging crookedly on the ceiling!
Each painting looks at itself.
Men, women, old and young are all different.
But they all looked at him with exactly the same, exaggerated and weird smiles on their lips!
"Hahahahahaha..."
"Hey hey hey..."
"Hmph..."
Different low laughter sounded from all directions at the same time.
The wandering child's scalp suddenly felt numb, and he subconsciously stopped where he was, not daring to move forward.
——The next moment, a thunder exploded!
The laughter stopped abruptly.
The suddenly strong wind blew open the window, and the cold and moist air blew over instantly, giving him a chill.
The sound of heavy rain could be heard outside the window.
Only then did the wandering child realize that his back was soaked.
This gust of cold wind blew by, making him obviously feel a cold feeling on his back, making him very uncomfortable.
He looked around cautiously, like a thief, took a step forward, looked around, and slowly approached the window.
"WDNMD, don't just watch, but send out barrages..."
His voice was trembling and his hands were shaking.
He now admitted that he was a little scared...
Originally, the wandering child planned to close the window - he was worried that when he turned around while walking, he would see a black shadow silently stop by the window.
But after he walked into the window, he found a letter outside the window.
The letter must have just been put up. Under the heavy rain, it was not completely wet yet.
Without hesitation, the wandering child quickly reached out and fished out the letter.
"At least I can operate it without any problem..."
He muttered, vaguely aware that something was wrong: "Hey, you guys are talking? Hey, can you hear me?"
Just then, a bunch of barrages suddenly appeared:
"——We have been talking about it, can't you see?"
"——Brother's cute comments never stop."
"——Blocked the barrage? The signal is not good?"
"Wait a minute, is the signal really bad?"
The wandering child had a toothache: "On the third floor, why are the barrage intermittent? Does this happen to other people?"
"——It's not the third level, Child God. It seems that the barrage will stop after triggering something."
Delicious Wind Goose suddenly posted a barrage.
Hearing this, the wandering child perked up: "Oh! Then I understand, this is just like BGM. When the BGM suddenly stops, it means high energy!"
He suddenly felt new courage rising in his heart.
Since there is a high-energy early warning, he should not be frightened...
"——Open the letter, brother!"
"——6 what? I'm stunned."
"Okay, okay, let's take it apart now."
The wandering child reacted, and while opening the letter, he urged again: "Don't interrupt your barrage. If you don't know what to say, just send 11111..."
"——I'm just going to cook for you. I'd like to call you the Rice King."
"——I can't stop it. You're almost making me laugh to death..."
Relying on the barrage to calm his shock, the wandering child slowly opened the letter.
At first, he was worried that there would be some words in blood on the letter, or something scary. But to his surprise, the letter contained serious content:
"On March 27th, I followed Amos to Fort Ross to paint a picture for the Viscountess.
"Amos is in a bad state today, and I'm a little uneasy. I've never seen him draw like this before. Although I haven't learned to draw, generally speaking... when you draw a portrait, you have to draw the bones first.
?
"This painting makes me a little sick. The painting is indeed beautiful, but when I look at it, I always feel...
"It always feels like it's a corpse outside the glass window..."
The letter ends here.
It's like a diary page that has been torn out.
Suddenly, the wandering child froze.
He suddenly realized something and raised his head cautiously.
...Fortunately, there was no body suddenly appearing outside the window.
But he did not relax, but carefully closed the window and hung the lock carefully.
Then he looked back.
Lightning fell simultaneously.
He saw...
What kind of picture frames are tied under the hanging ropes——
Those were corpses hanging from the rafters!
They are different for men, women, old and young.
His head was drooped, his eyes were cloudy, his body was swaying in the wind, but a neat, weird smile hung at the corner of his mouth.
They all looked at him.
They all looked at him.
Different low laughter surrounded him, and fear made the wandering child's throat rattle.
Suddenly, the wandering child noticed something.
"shadow……"
My own shadow seems...
Extraordinarily long?
The top of the shadow gradually bulges.
It's like a person slowly lifting a huge hammer over his head——