Annan murmured to himself, stood up from his seat, frowned slightly, and fell into serious thinking.
With Bernardino almost convinced...what happened to change the direction of his life?
Annan walked to the window and looked at the moon in the sky.
Judging from the position of the moon, it is about nine o'clock in the evening.
Annan walked around the room and found that there was really nothing except the bed and table.
Although there is a storage cabinet, there is no diary in it.
He was suddenly disappointed.
"This little Belle is not as worry-free as Ailei."
Annan clicked his tongue and pointed.
In this room, there is nothing even in the storage cabinet - this should be to prevent him from wasting his time here in vain.
This arrangement reminded Annan of something.
"I want to check when I come back... In other words, is there a time limit for intelligence collection?"
Annan murmured.
It's not necessarily a time limit, it may also be a plot trigger... For example, when a search somewhere is found, Father Ludwig will suddenly come back.
This corresponds to two completely opposite search strategies.
If it is a time limit, then all he has to do is to complete the investigation as soon as possible and try not to delay; if it is triggered by an event, then he will have much more time, and the emphasis is "try not to look back."
As we all know, turning back is a typical FLAG in horror games.
Fortunately, this trigger condition can be judged...
Annan slowly opened the door to the room.
The wooden door made a sour creaking sound.
The corridor outside was dark, and the damp and cold sea breeze poured in from the outside and penetrated into his body.
... Are there any windows open? Or is the door open?
Such thoughts appeared in Annan's mind.
He realized that he had misjudged at least one thing before...
Because he learned that Bernardino was the son of a fisherman and smelled the sea breeze, he subconsciously thought that the house he had stayed in was Bernardino's house. After all, that room also had a bed and a table. Although it was simple, it was satisfactory.
The basic conditions for a home.
But when Annan opened the door, he realized that the house was unexpectedly large. What he had just stayed in was just a guest bedroom.
Visually, this house is even much larger than Amos's house.
I just don’t know if there is a second floor or basement.
This definitely can't be Bernardino's house... it's probably Father Ludwig's home. Although it's just a remote fishing village, as a bishop and a former famous artist, it's normal for the decoration to be a little better.
Annan looked around and quickly found the front door of the room.
He pushed the door and found that it could not be opened.
After confirming again, Annan realized that the door had been locked from the outside.
Annan tried it himself and found that the door was indeed not easy to open.
The door was closed extremely tightly...even when Annan pulled hard, there wasn't even a slight sway.
It's like it's not a locked door, but an extra doorknob on the wall.
"...I understand, it's a classic [can't open]."
Annan looked back into the dark corridor and couldn't help but sigh.
Because he realized that the atmosphere was about to become ghostly...
Annan could barely see a clock at the door through the extremely weak light.
He leaned over and looked at the time carefully.
The hour hand points to the space between nine and ten, while the minute hand is exactly opposite it.
This time is about nineteen seventeen.
Annan stood here, putting his right hand on his left wrist, feeling his pulse, and waited quietly for a minute.
Then, he saw the minute hand jump forward one space. After another minute, the minute hand jumped one space forward again.
Annan immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"I guess I understand, it's a limited time mode."
He murmured lowly.
——Annan just took a look at the position of the moon to confirm the approximate time, just for this reason.
First confirm the approximate time, then check whether the time on the clock is correct, and then check whether it is turning. If you confirm that time is indeed passing normally, check your pulse to see if the time is equal every minute.
Time does pass normally and very accurately.
Then we can only be sure that Father Ludwig will come back at a certain time and trigger the next stage of the plot.
Because if time keeps passing like this and the key plot cannot be triggered, then it will eventually wait until dawn. In that case, the plot logic will collapse.
In a re-enactment nightmare, death cannot save memories - no matter whether this is his first week or not, Annan must be prepared to clear the level in one life. Then he must try to investigate as many useful things as possible within the priority time.
intelligence.
…Let’s find the kitchen first.
Annan thought, finally confirmed that the door was locked, and then walked slowly into the dark corridor.
The room was unusually dark.
In the previous bedroom, the moonlight could clearly be seen. The room was not that dark either... But this corridor and the living room at the end were so dim that there was no light at all.
But if all the windows are sealed...where does this damp and cold evening breeze come from?
As Annan moved forward, the sound of rustling rain gradually became clearer.
It was raining outside - after walking in, Annan saw that it was also dark outside the corridor window.
There shouldn't be air leakage here, Annan thought.
He walked forward and was about to investigate the window.
But at this moment, the window suddenly opened without warning——
The roar of the rainstorm, accompanied by the sudden influx of raindrops and wind, made Annan's upper body soaked to the skin.
He subconsciously wanted to reach out and close the window.
But at this moment, Annan's intuition suddenly told him... something seemed to be moving outside. This made his movements pause slightly.
Annan was keenly aware that this intuition was unusual.
Because the body he is using now comes from the thirteen- or fourteen-year-old Bernardino. His perceptual attributes are probably not as good as those of a mortal. It is impossible for him to "intuitively" perceive anything...
Then this could only be what the nightmare itself wanted him to see.
Annan made a thought and chose to let nature take its course.
He concentrated and looked outside.
at this time.
There was only a roar of thunder falling - the sound of thunder that seemed to explode in front of his eyes stopped Annan's heart from roaring. At the same time, the flash of lightning that flashed at the same time illuminated the outside of the house.
Annan's pupils narrowed slightly.
Outside the window, there is a crooked, headless scarecrow.
It seemed to be holding something spherical in its hands, which was still swaying under the strong wind... The black liquid was bundled into a strand under the heavy rain, and dripped to the ground.