The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 134: Gallery: A Feast for the Hungry
Soon after the wandering child left, Annan neatly put away the pretense book in his hand.
He had no intention of watching it...
I just have to act like "I'm busy, please don't bother me", so that these players don't come over to have a chat and try to get a mission from him or something.
You ask me why, I don’t know what to do?
Annan sighed.jpg
He made himself a cup of tea, brought a plate of nut cakes, closed the door and lit the lamp, and leaned on the bed happily.
Although Kaizisa stayed up late taking liver potion in the basement, watching the live broadcast and eating snacks here made Annan feel vaguely uneasy.
Maybe it’s because the sense of shame in his heart that has become extremely thin is struggling desperately...
But Annan finally started the live broadcast happily.
"...Huh?"
He then realized that Jiuer seemed to be in a copy he had never seen before
"Ha...ha...ha..."
Jiuer gasped, leaning against the wall and looking back warily.
What she used this time was not Amos' body.
But the body of a homeless man in his fifties with a haggard face...
Who is this? Where is this?
Annan was a little surprised.
He quickly flipped through the historical barrage, then pulled up Jiuer's live broadcast video, used the barrage as a coordinate, and jumped around for a while, and he quickly realized what he was doing.
Annan finally understood what was going on:
Jiuer entered this level from the second level of the nightmare.
Theoretically, this is the easiest level in the entire nightmare
It’s called, [Gallery: Feast for the Hungry].
The way to enter this level is actually very simple...it's just that being chased by Brother Sledgehammer, few people can calm down and think.
Jiuer realized that the tomato might be a key prop.
But you can't get it at all...and if you go to the next level, you may not be able to come back.
In other words, the thing that can get tomatoes must be on this level.
So she put on the blood-stained windbreaker and turned back.
Yes, she turned back.
Seeing the crack in the wall that had been smashed open by a sledgehammer, Jiuer walked directly in... which was the entrance to the "Gallery: Elle Morrison" on the third floor.
In the innermost part, she found a long, blood-stained dagger.
Then Jiuer went back again and found that the tomatoes could be taken away while holding the dagger.
She originally wanted to enter the third floor like this...but under the high-intensity barrage, she turned back for the second time.
This time, there seemed to be nothing at the end of the passage.
But when Jiuer walked to the fallen chandelier with the dagger and tomatoes, the death here was removed.
Some of yesterday’s players also tried this.
But when they had no tomatoes, if they turned around and approached the fallen chandelier, they would only be dragged in by the countless shadows under the chandelier and cut into pieces by the broken chandelier.
However, when Jiuer came back with the tomatoes, they did not appear.
After that, she moved a little closer... and triggered the cg.
It just so happened that Jiuer was having a chase, and there was no nutrition...
"...You still have to watch the cutscene CG."
Annan did not hesitate to bring out the CG part of the video.
It is different from my previous CG experience.
Annan is now observing the painter Amos from a third-person over-the-shoulder perspective.
I saw Amos wearing a blood-stained white robe, holding a tomato in one hand and a knife in the other. Under the gaze of countless portraits, he slowly approached the fallen chandelier.
His steps staggered a bit, but he was not as frightened as the third level.
Annan saw him staring under the chandelier, breathing heavily.
It's like seeing something that ordinary people can't see.
Finally, he sighed in a low voice:
"I'm sorry..."
As he spoke, he slowly cut a slit into the tomato in his hand with a knife in his trembling right hand.
It was only then that Annan noticed
The particularly red tomato was filled with bright red plasma.
It was like a fountain, with blood pouring out continuously. Amos raised it high with his slightly trembling left hand.
Blood ran down his arm and dripped onto the floor. The shadow under the chandelier was like a living creature, constantly sipping the blood on the ground in a low voice.
The blood contained in the tomatoes was dozens of times larger than its own volume. It seems like all the blood in the bodies of several adults...
Finally, the tomatoes gradually shriveled up.
In the innermost part, lies a tongue.
The tongue and the skin of the tomato cut in half seemed to form a mouth, forming a big smile.
"Hehehehe..."
Annan heard the girl's deep laughter again.
It was exactly the same as the laughter he heard on the second floor before being attacked by Brother Sledgehammer!
Only this time... the laughter was extremely clear, as if it was coming from behind him.
The blood on the ground was finally completely washed away by the shadow under the chandelier...
No, not completely.
There are still very few remnants.
The remaining blood squirmed on the ground... forming a series of intermittent words:
"Look... behind you..."
Amos said intermittently with a hoarse voice.
Immediately, he gasped in panic.
He was trembling and looked back subconsciously.
I saw a disturbing blood-red light emitting at the end of the corridor that I had just walked out of.
And because the chandelier fell down, the wall that became dim, and the wall where the portraits were hung, also received some light. At least you can clearly see the portrait above:
I saw portraits of men, women, old and young behind me with strange smiles on their faces...
At some point, they all turned into Amos himself!
They all turned into Amos himself, looking up in panic in a dark environment!
Just like now!
It’s like what’s hanging on the wall is not a portrait, but countless mirrors
But what is different from the mirror is that in the countless portraits of myself. Behind him, there stood a silent, tall man with a ferocious face looking down at him.
... Or perhaps, this is indeed a mirror.
Amos stayed where he was, staring blankly at the man holding a hammer in the countless mirrors, and slowly raised the hammer. ~IndoMTL.com~ At this point, all the portraits started burning.
A circle of scorch marks appeared, burning away the surface layer of "Amos and Sledgehammer," revealing another painting on the bottom layer.
They were homeless people with shabby clothes, haggard faces, rough skin, and unusually thin bodies.
Despair for life can be seen in their eyes.
And hope and gratitude for the white and neat hand that penetrated into the picture and stretched out to them.
The moment Amos and one of the homeless men met their eyes.
He felt someone pull his hand suddenly.
The whole person stumbled forward two steps.
At this moment, the surrounding scenes suddenly changed.
The main perspective becomes that of a homeless man.
And Amos, who was dressed decently and had a gentle smile, stood in front of "himself" and extended his clean and fair right hand to himself as a polite invitation.
Unlike in "Gallery: Elle Morrison."
His brown curly hair was mixed with a beautiful strand of blond hair.
One of his eyes is still the deep blue.
The other eye turned into a beautiful, gem-like clear and charming green.
"Hello, sir."
Amos Morrison politely repeated what he said before: "Can I pay you... to be my model?"