The Righteous Player(s)

"If Bernardino really said that back then..."

Annan muttered to himself, stood up from his seat, frowning slightly, sinking into serious thinking.

With Bernardino almost persuaded...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 Bell is not as worry-free as Ai Lei."

Annan gave a tsk and pointed.

In this room, there is nothing even in the storage cabinet-this should be to prevent him from spending time here for no reason.

This arrangement reminds Annan of something.

"Come back to check... In other words, is there a time limit for intelligence collection?"

Annan murmured.

It wasn't necessarily a time limit, it could also be triggered by a plot... For example, Father Ludwig would come back suddenly when he found a place.

This corresponds to two completely opposite search strategies.

If it is a time limit, all he has to do is to complete the investigation as much as possible at one time and try not to procrastinate; if it is triggered by an event, then his time should be much more generous, emphasizing "try not to look back."

As we all know, looking back is a typical horror game.

Fortunately, this trigger condition can be judged...

Annan slowly opened the door of the room.

The wooden door creaked sour.

The corridor outside was pitch black, and the damp and cold sea breeze poured in from the outside and penetrated into him.

......Is there a window open? Still the door is open?

Such an idea emerged in Annan's mind.

He realized that at least one of his previous judgments was wrong...

Because he learned that Bernardino was the son of a fisherman and smelled the sea breeze, he subconsciously thought that what he was staying before was Bernardino's house. After all, that room also has a bed and a table. Although it is simple, it already meets the basic requirements of a home.

But when Annan opened the door, he discovered that the house was unexpectedly large. What he just stayed in was just a guest bedroom.

The house was visually larger than Amos's house.

I just don't know if there is a second floor and basement.

This certainly cannot be Bernardino's house...mostly Father Ludwig's house. Although it is only a small remote fishing village, as a bishop and a former famous artist, it is normal for the decoration to be a little better.

Annan looked around and quickly found the location of the front door of the room.

He went to push the door and found it couldn't open.

After reconfirming, Annan realized that the door had been locked from the outside.

Annan tried it personally and found that this door is indeed not easy to open easily.

The door was very tight...Even when Annan pulled it hard, there was no slight movement.

It's like this is not a locked door, but an extra door handle on the wall.

"...Understood, it's a classic [cannot open]."

Annan looked back into the dark corridor and couldn't help sighing.

Because he realized it, the atmosphere will soon be ghostly...

Annan could barely see a clock at the door through the very weak glimmer.

He leaned over and looked carefully at the time.

The hour hand points to the gap between nine and ten, and the minute hand happens to be on the opposite side of it.

This time, it's about 9:17.

Annan was standing here, resting his right hand on his left wrist, feeling the pulse, and waiting quietly for a minute.

After that, he saw the minute hand jump forward by one step. After another minute, the minute hand jumped forward by one step.

Annan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Probably understand, it is a limited time mode."

He muttered in a low voice.

——Annan took a special look at the position of the moon just now to confirm the approximate time. That's why.

First confirm the approximate time, then check whether the time on the clock is correct, and then check whether it turns. If it is confirmed that time is indeed passing normally, use the pulse to see if the time per minute is equal.

Time is indeed passing normally, and it is very precise.

It can only be determined that at some point Father Ludwig will return and trigger the next stage of the plot.

Because if time goes on like this, and the key plot can never be triggered, then it will eventually wait until dawn. In that case, the plot logic collapses.

In the reenactment type of nightmare, death cannot save the memory—regardless of whether this is his first week or not, Annan must have the consciousness of one-life clearance. Then he must investigate as much useful information as possible within the priority time.

...Find the kitchen first.

Annan thought, and finally confirmed that the door was locked, and walked slowly towards the depths of the dark corridor.

The room is dark to an abnormal degree.

In the previous bedroom, moonlight can be clearly seen. The room is not so dim... but this corridor and the living room at the end ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ are so dim that there is no light at all.

But if all the windows are sealed...Where does this damp and cold night breeze come from?

As Annan progressed, the rustling rain gradually became clear.

It was raining outside-after walking in, Annan saw the darkness outside the corridor windows.

It shouldn't be a leak here, Annan thought.

He stepped 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 involvement, blew Annan's upper body soaked.

He subconsciously wanted to reach out and close the window.

But at this moment, Annan's instinct 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 uses now comes from Bernardino, who is thirteen or fourteen years old. His perception attributes are probably inferior to mortals. It is impossible for him to "intuitively" perceive anything...

Then it could only be that the nightmare itself wanted him to see.

An Nan thought about it and chose to go with the flow.

He concentrated and looked out.

at this time.

There was only a loud thunder falling down-as if the thunder bursting in front of him, it made Annan's heart roar. But the flashes of lightning that were simultaneously polished and flashed illuminate the room outside.

Annan's pupils tightened slightly.

Outside the window, there was a crooked, headless scarecrow.

It seemed to be holding something spherical in its hand, still swaying under the strong wind... Under the heavy rain, a strand of black liquid was dripping to the ground.

seem……

It is a human head.

(End of this chapter)