The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 136: Black picture frame

Just staring at the huge portraits stacked crookedly on the wall, Jiuer felt a strange chill slowly rising from his spine.

She felt as if her consciousness was immersed in water and it was difficult to breathe. He felt that the surrounding air was gradually becoming hotter... as if he was being stewed by something.

Under the strong uneasiness, all the bones in her body were creaking. Like an iron bar attracted by a magnet, it wants to break out of the body and throw itself into those huge oil paintings.

"...hungry..."

"I want to..."

"Absolutely...stop..."

"...escape...immediately..."

In the scorching air, Jiuer heard tiny whispers.

It was as if many people were talking quietly to themselves at the same time, so nothing could be heard.

"——How?"

Amos' clear voice sounded behind Jiu'er.

The moment he heard the voice, Jiuer woke up from his hallucination.

In that brief moment of hallucination, she noticed that her erosion level had silently increased by 3%.

"——You have to get some inspiration here. Okay, make another three grams, and you'll lose three san points."

"——Wait a minute, does everyone here have to increase the erosion level when they see this painting? Then doesn't the erosion level increase every round? Is this level so dangerous?!"

"——No, I think it should have gone up when I first saw it... maybe it won't go up."

"——Am I the only one who doesn't feel that this painting is scary..."

"——One thing to say, actually I also..."

Seeing Jiu'er's corrosion level rising while looking at the painting, the players who were watching outside started to explode, and lines of barrage were sent out non-stop.

…a bunch of bastards.

You are just bullying me and I can’t interact with you in a quality way now...

Watching a group of barrages laughing at him, Jiu'er's teeth itched with hatred.

She has made up her mind.

No matter what - as long as I can get out alive, I have to trick them all in!

This live broadcast cannot convey the fear she just felt...

They all have to take a look at this painting!

Jiuer believes that if they also increase their erosion level, they will definitely help trick others in...

While thinking to herself, she replied in a low voice: "It's very... very shocking."

"Yes, you can also use the word shocking..."

Amos was a little surprised.

He couldn't help laughing.

Obviously, the tramp's sincere comments, without any hint of compliment or pretense, made him feel particularly happy.

He walked up to Jiuer and asked casually: "What is your name?"

"...Amis, my name is Amis."

Jiu'er endured the nausea that had not yet dissipated, recalled it, and answered.

Fortunately it didn’t last long.

Although he was interrupted, Jiu'er could still remember "his" name.

"Very well, Amis. Stand in front of the frame."

Amos whispered, his voice calm and confident: "I will make you... famous all over the world."

After he finished speaking, he held the homeless man's shoulders and pushed him to take two steps forward.

As he drank, he felt vaguely as if he felt the hot breath of a person in a painting blowing on his face.

Then the homeless man became excited and looked at the wall. But at this time, he couldn't feel the burning breath anymore.

In front of this wall, which consists of at least seventeen or eight portraits of different sizes, there is an empty frame in the lower right corner.

No, strictly speaking... it should be called a "black frame".

In that picture frame, it is not a completely black drawing paper.

It is a pre-drawn sketch that looks like a shadow in the corner of a wall. It had just been placed in the corner, as if this place was not a painting... but a dark door leading to the abyss.

In other words.

It’s like this portrait was originally placed in this frame...

——And the people inside seemed to have escaped.

"You stand right here, Amis."

Amos said, taking out the black picture frame behind Jiuer.

Jiu'er noticed that it was after taking out the picture frame... that the truly dark wall was revealed behind the shadow-filled picture frame.

It looked like it was smoked black.

The weird, uneven, bottomless darkness makes people feel a little creepy...

Then Amos placed the frame on the shelf not far in front.

He strode back again, supported Jiu'er's body, and assumed a slightly stooped posture, trying to look forward.

Afterwards, Amos stepped back and looked up and down, and smacked his lips in dissatisfaction.

He thought for a moment and took out an empty shelf from the nearby wall to protect the picture frame.

"You stretch out one hand and hold on to the shelf - yes. The other hand is slightly curled up, as if you feel timid...raise your head slightly, as if looking inside. You imagine that you are holding the shelf Looking at someone’s window and looking inside——”

Amos explained to Jiuer carefully.

Hearing this, Jiuer already understood what kind of action Amos wanted.

——It’s the feeling of a naughty child looking into a toy store while holding on to the transparent glass window.

Seeing Jiu'er's new posture, Amos's eyes lit up: "Yes! That's it - don't move, maintain your posture...Imagine, you are very hungry. And inside the window is someone else's newly made Okay, hot meals..."

As he spoke, Amos quickly started painting.

But what happened next.

It is completely different from the "third layer" painting demonstrated in the Wandering Child live broadcast...

Jiuer originally thought that this was just a test of endurance. As long as you keep this action motionless, that's all.

But after Amos started painting officially...

She clearly felt strong discomfort.

She wanted to move, but her body was imprisoned and she couldn't move at all.

The barrage guys also gradually realized that something was wrong.

Because of the homeless man played by Jiu'er, the movements suddenly began to become more and more real... It was as if there really was such a very hungry homeless man ~IndoMTL.com~ leaning against other people's windows, Like looking inside.

That is not something that "acting" can accomplish.

It doesn't even look like a real **** anymore.

Because a real tramp will never have such clear emotions on his face - that mixture of timidity, hunger, greed and malice. It is even more like an almost abstract image of a tramp that only exists in painting art. ……

From the audience's perspective, they can clearly see that the painting in Amos' hand is completed quickly.

It's just like a printer. Without any hesitation or correction, I kept painting quickly... as if I was not painting according to an image, but rather embodying the image that had already been formed in my mind into reality.

The commentators are already amazed by his art.

Annan had seen Amos’s portrait of Ai Lei before.

But these players have obviously never seen it...

Now, the painting of the tramp painted by Amos is even more wonderful than the portrait of Elle.

As the portrait gradually took shape, Jiuer felt that his body was still unable to move, his consciousness gradually blurred, and everything in front of him was stretched.

At this moment, she heard Amos’ warm and soft whisper ringing in her ears:

"You...

"Are you hungry now?"

The next moment, Jiuer lost consciousness without warning.