The Righteous Player(s)

　　Annan feels no fear at all.

　　 So he didn't hesitate, just kept going.

　　 But this time, when he was just halfway through, the chandelier directly above him suddenly shook violently.

　　 is like being blown by the wind.

　　 The chandelier shook back and forth, creaking, making a sharp, toothy sound.

　　Annan paused in his footsteps, then continued to walk forward.

　　 Five steps, six steps...seven steps!

　　 When he took the seventh step, Annan heard a very clear sound of the chain breaking.

　　 In the choking sound of the chain pulling, the chandelier behind him suddenly fell, fell to the ground, and smashed to pieces!

　　Annan clearly felt a hurricane hit behind him, like a wire, or something else, hitting his back.

　　 He suddenly felt a scorching pain behind his back...He knew that he must be bleeding without touching it with his hands.

　　 But he still didn't look back.

　　 He stood in place, waited for a while again blankly, and continued to walk forward until he left the gallery.

　　 If Annan looks back at this time, or look around. You can see that the portraits staring at him from all directions are no longer the same face as when they first passed the gallery.

　　 They have men and women, old and young.

　　 But they all became identical, expressionless faces.

　　 Black hair and blue eyes.

　　 is not the face of his body.

　　 is the face belonging to Annan outside the copy!

　　 And under the falling chandelier, a corpse was being crushed all over.

　　 It is wearing gorgeous clothes that only aristocrats have. The back of its head, neck, shoulders, and waist are all pierced by the protrusions on the chandelier, lying silently and twisted under the chandelier.

　　 is like being killed by a falling chandelier.

　　—And its face is also Annan!

　　 Watching Annan walk forward, he never looked back. The corpse on the ground suddenly raised his head and looked at Annan with some disappointment.

　　 Then he was silent and turned into a pool of black water together with the chandelier on his back.

　　Annan came to the L-shaped corridor for the second time. The difference between this time and the first time is that it is quite bright this time. Flames were quietly burning on the lampstands on both sides, and the portraits smiled gently and looked ahead.

　　 "Hehehehe..."

　　 Suddenly, Annan heard a low female laugh.

"who is it?"

　　 He asked casually, without any intention of getting a response, so he moved on.

　　 And he walked two steps forward, and he faintly heard a faint sound of hammering a nail. The further he moves forward, the clearer the voice... the closer you are to him!

　　 is like someone leaning behind Annan and hitting a nail on his head with a hammer!

　　 Suddenly, the wall beside him suddenly cracked.

　　 The huge hammer smashed the wall open!

　　 Annan dashed forward without hesitation. While avoiding the blow, he ran forward quickly.

　　 There was a sharp pain in his abdomen, blood gurgled out, but Annan did not hesitate. Because of the sound of tight footsteps behind him.

　　 He ran forward quickly, his health flowing down at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he still didn't stop.

　　 The first time he walked through a corridor less than thirty meters long, he has now run fifty or sixty steps.

　　 The footsteps behind him stopped abruptly when he turned the corner.

　　 The light in front of his eyes became stable again.

　　 In the narrow room, there was almost no difference from the first time, except that a **** tan long windbreaker was hung on the coat rack. And in the collection shelf on the left, there is one more...tomato?

　　Annan was taken aback.

　　 He thought for a moment, and wanted to take the tomatoes. But he stretched out his hand, only to find that the display cabinet looked like an invisible glass wall, although he could not see anything but it blocked his stretched out hand.

　　 Annan didn't hesitate, and punched it up. First hit the transparent wall, then the display cabinet. Annan's finger hurts all the time, but there is still no change.

　　 The tomato seemed to be taunting him, motionless, without shaking.

　　 "[Cannot open]...I see."

　　 Annan whispered, glanced at the **** windbreaker, and put it on calmly.

　　 His brain is spinning fast—

　　The reason why most people are trapped in this nightmare is because they cannot be sure of the decision they have made before. So they will hesitate repeatedly and can't make up their minds.

　　 But Annan is different. Before he entered the dungeon, he had already set a strategy for himself:

　　 When he knows his goal for the week, he will inevitably follow the strategy strictly. Except for walking, he will not investigate anything, will not talk to anyone, and will not take a look at any superfluous things.

　　In this way, when he enters the second week goal, Annan can know-if he doesn't investigate anything, he will definitely die.

　　 Therefore, Annan will investigate all the things he encounters under the premise of the weekly action when he is in the second week. And if he fails, it means that even if he investigates all the items, he may die.

　　 In other words, he used the first two weeks to gather information.

　　 Annan's start this time is three weeks.

　　 This means that whether it is all investigations or no investigations at all, you will die when you **** it.

The purification rate of 　　 dungeon also reveals some information.

　　38/350.

　　 This means that Priest Louis has successfully cleansed the nightmare thirty-eight times. Although it may not be a perfect pass, he has passed it at least thirty-eight times...so it cannot be particularly difficult.

　　 And in this nightmare, there will be no memories of failure.

　　 In other words, those strategies were summarized by Priest Louis, the "community" of his 38 successes.

　　 Priest Louis specifically mentioned that every time he tackles a nightmare, the scenes he encounters will be slightly different. But he thought that as long as he followed these similarities to act, he would be able to clear the level...so he would safely hand over these strategies to Annan.

　　So, what do these strategies and prohibitions have in common?

　　"—It’s [Look]."

　　 Whether it is "looking at" portraits, looking for corridors with paintings (all portraits), or looking back, all have a direct relationship with observation.

　　 got the first and second experience.

　　 The third week, Annan is still fearless.

　　Since I knew that no investigation was done, and all investigations could not be cleared... then it means that the strategy of the priest Louis is not completely suitable for him at least.

　　 Priest Louis must have a certain habit, which is different from Annan. He can't even realize that this is a habit that others don't. That's why he didn't write about the strategy.

　　Annan has to come on his own.

　　Annan touched the material of the trench coat. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

　　 Not surprisingly, a message box appeared in front of it:

　　【Blood-stained coat】

　　【Type: Material (Ordinary)】

　　 [Description: an old blood-stained dress with a crack in the abdomen]

　　 [Description: Observing the blood stains, you realize that the owner of the clothes had a knife in the abdomen]

　　 "...a knife in the abdomen?"

　　 Annan murmured.

　　 He stopped hesitating and put on this dress.

　　 He gestured, and found that the wound on his abdomen matched.

　　 "This is indeed'my' clothes."

　　Annan made a conclusion.

　　 He stopped hesitating, and continued to move forward.

　　 He opened the door again.

　　 returned to the gallery again.

　　 But the difference this time is that the gallery is dark and empty.

　　 Suddenly, an electric light flashed outside the window.

　　 In the flash of light, Annan clearly saw that countless ropes hung above the gallery, crookedly tied to picture frames.

　　 The next moment, a blast of thunder sounded!

　　 The strong wind blew the window open instantly, and the cold and humid air immediately dipped into Annan's chest. Only then did he hear the sound of rain rushing outside the window.

　　 Then the lightning fell again.

　　 Before the thunder sounded.

　　Annan saw, where are the picture frames tied under the slings—

　　 That is a bunch of corpses hanging from the beams of the house!

　　 Their heads are drooping, they are wearing luxurious and blood-soaked clothes, walking on leather boots, their eyes are cloudy, their faces are swollen, and their bodies are shaking with the wind.

　　 Just before the light disappeared, Annan vaguely saw all the corpses, and the corners of his mouth were neatly and strangely raised slightly.

no doubt.

　　—These are all Annan's corpses!