The Righteous Player(s)

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly and walked forward slowly.

He took a puff of cigarette, and his thinking gradually became clearer.

Many pieces of intelligence quickly linked together 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 to breathe in?

No... it doesn't matter.

Annan forcibly used his perseverance to break back the direction of thinking that was momentarily deviated.

This ability to digress is also a component of the curse?

Humph.

"It's really amazing."

Annan let out a soft voice, and touched the stubble on his chin.

The middle-aged male detective made a magnetic and methodical voice: "Are you a real detective? It's really a hunter profession, right?"

"How many spells do you hold that restrict your behavior? No... it doesn't matter."

Annan once again forcibly stopped thinking, stretched out his hand and gently touched the white wall next to him.

—Sure enough, it's not an illusion.

At the moment he started, Annan immediately recognized...the wall is soft.

Roughly speaking, it is the touch of the upper arm skin of a girl from 16 to 22 years old. In terms of the density of muscle and fat, her figure should not be thin, but it is not obese either, it is about the level of slightly fat.

"...This kind of thinking ability."

When Annan realized that his mind was running at high speed, he suddenly bit his lips tightly.

Why did this white wall give Annan a sense of association with "girly skin" in the first place?

Generally speaking, shouldn't it be ‘lily’ or ‘cream’ or something?

"There is only one reason. This is the first time I have entered the body of a transcendent whose thinking ability is far beyond my being."

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 ability to think and judge?

"It turns out that this is the deep mechanism of nightmares... No, we 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 carried out side thinking—

"No, calm down. Keep judging...

"It's the observation power held by this body is too keen, so I instinctively have such an association."

Annan stopped, squatted lightly, reaching out to touch the skin that seemed to be scorched by the fire.

Sure enough... the first touch is the touch of the skin after being burnt.

He turned his head and squinted at the pure red curtain that was hunting and shaking in the distance.

—It is really very beautiful, very pure red.

If it is compared to a curtain on a stage, it does not have heavy shadows; if it is compared to a silk skirt, it does not reflect light.

"That's blood? No... it's fire. Then the scorch marks on the wall can be explained."

Annan murmured calmly, using the way of speaking to limit his thinking speed: "When I reach the end, will the curtain turn into flames and block the intersection?

"But why are those curtains high up, but the scorch marks are on the side close to the ground?"

Annan stomped lightly.

The texture that came told him that the wooden floor under his feet was quite old. Because of the lack of moisture-proof treatment, the dampness is very severe.

Memories that are so rich that they cannot be fabricated out of thin air.

—So is it different from Denton’s nightmare?

This is what Mr. Detective has experienced...

"…strange."

Annan whispered: "Why is there no trap yet?"

According to his reasoning, this should be composed of one death chamber after another. And it's a deadly trap designed specifically for the host characteristics of nightmares.

Just like Denton as an Imperius sorcerer who lacks direct means of attack-no living person has ever appeared in his nightmare; and the continuous ice washing made him unable to use complex spells; the eunuch's voice may be his right The fear of the rotten man; the trap of chronic death corresponds to Denton's overly conservative character.

—Yes, too conservative character.

Denton has controlled the four princes for several years. As long as he takes a little risk, he can try to design and control Henry VIII.

But he never left.

On the one hand, it was because of obeying the corrupt husband's order, and on the other hand... I am afraid it was also his own caution. In other words, that almost timid indecision.

Well, since 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 didn't seem to have passed at all. I even walked a few steps before, and there was no reaction at all... It was too calm."

—It's like, deliberately let me stay here and think.

…Could it be that?

Annan suddenly felt tight.

He no longer hesitated, and suddenly ran forward.

His boots stepped on the wooden soleplate, making a series of loud sounds.

On the way, there was no sudden attack, and everything around was abnormally calm.

But the sense of crisis in Annan's heart has become stronger.

He approached behind the pure red curtain, and did not try to get underneath.

A silver, long, 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 match between Annan and Dmitry when he was young, came to him.

Dmitry’s unique swordsmanship skills were also recovered from the depths of Annan’s memory—

There was no crystal-colored frost on the blade.

But the incredibly light cut and cut formed a perfect arc moon in the sky.

Without hurting the blade of [Sharp Thing], Annan went down with a few slashes, and completely cut off the curtain blocking the gate.

Unexpectedly... After falling to the ground, these curtains instantly burned and turned into compelling flames. The uncut curtain in the air also burned, and the flame visible to the naked eye almost condensed into a solid body, completely blocking the gate.

Even if Annan retreated subconsciously, he still couldn't run away from the rapidly spreading flames.

The scorching heat is not an ordinary flame burning on the wooden floor... if you want to describe it, it is like a match falling into the gasoline flowing on the ground.

The fire spread so quickly that it was irresistible and irreversible—

If it weren't cut off... I'm afraid that the moment I walked through the curtain, I was completely enveloped in flames.

But even so... I can't live at all!

While Annan was thinking about how to escape, another voice came into his mind when UU read www.uukanshu.com:

Is the flame that Mr. Detective fears? why? What's the matter with the skin on this wall...

"- long-winded!"

Annan snorted and threw the pipe straight out.

The speed of thinking that the pipe brings is irrelevant.

Compared with that, what’s more important is—

While stepping on the fire constantly in 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 is no room for water, so I just rushed over!

Annan endured the burning pain of the soles of his feet and ran forward in the corridor that turned into a sea of ​​flames.

Wearing his jacket, he ran directly into the door that was burning with flames!

There is no pain.

But the jacket burned directly.

After Annan rushed through the door of flame, he hurried to the wooden steps behind the door, took off his coat without thinking, and shook it in the air a few times to try to extinguish the flame.

Fortunately, there is no flame on the steps.

But the more he shook, the more the flames burned.

What kind of law is this...what does this flame indicate? That corridor—

"Damn...Is this brain sick!"

Annan couldn't help screaming in a low voice.

He threw the unrecoverable coat directly behind him, kicked the wooden door open, and raised the sharp object in his hand.

Don't move—he originally thought so.

But after seeing everything clearly, Annan's pupils shrank instantly.

That's not a basement at all.

Because there was no shaking, Annan made a misjudgment.

—That is the cabin.

And this is a burning passenger ship.

(End of this chapter)