Chapter 134 Gallery: Feast for the Hungry

Shortly after the wandering child left, Annan simply and neatly put away the pretending book in his hand.

He didn't intend to watch...

I just want to make a look like "I'm busy, don't bother me", so that these players don't come over to chat and want to get a quest from him or something.

Why are you asking me, I don't know what to do?

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He made himself a cup of tea, brought a plate of nut cakes, closed the door, lit the lamp, and leaned on the bed happily.

Although Kai Zisa stayed up late in the basement for liver medicine, he was watching the live broadcast and eating snacks, which made Annan vaguely feel a little uneasy.

It may be that the shameful heart that has become extremely thin in his heart is struggling desperately...

But Annan finally happily turned on the live broadcast.

"……what?"

Only then did he realize that Jiu'er seemed to be in a copy he had never seen before.

"Hahaha……"

Jiu'er was panting heavily, leaning against the wall and looking back vigilantly.

What she used this time was not Amos's body.

It was 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, and then retrieved Jiu'er's live video, used the barrage as the coordinates, jumped and watched for a while, and soon realized it.

Annan understood what was going on:

Jiu'er entered this level from the second layer of the nightmare.

This theory, in the easiest level in the whole nightmare

Its name is [Gallery: Feast for the Hungry].

The way to enter this level is actually very simple... Just being chased by Brother Sledgehammer, few people can calm down and think.

Jiu'er realized that the tomato might be the 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 things that can get tomatoes must be on this layer.

So she put on the blood-stained trench coat and turned back.

Yes, she turned back.

Seeing the crack in the wall that was smashed open by the sledgehammer, Jiu'er walked in directly... the entrance to the "Gallery: Elle Morrison" on the third floor.

Inside, she found a blood-stained long dagger.

Then Jiu'er turned back again and found that the tomatoes could be taken away with the dagger.

She originally wanted to enter the third floor like this... but under the high intensity of the barrage, she turned back for the second time.

This time, at the end of that passage, there seemed to be nothing.

But with the dagger and the tomato in hand, Jiu'er walked over to the falling chandelier, where the previous death was removed.

Yesterday's players, some people tried this.

But when they didn't have tomatoes, they turned back and approached the fallen chandelier, only to be dragged in by the countless shadows under the chandelier and cut into pieces by the broken chandelier.

However, when Jiu'er came back with tomatoes,

They did not appear.

After that, she moved a little further...and triggered the cg.

It just so happens that Jiu'er is in a chasing battle here, and there is no nutrition...

"...The cutscenes CG should be watched."

Annan did not hesitate to tune out the CG part of the video.

It is different from the previous experience of cg.

Annan is now looking at the painter Amos from a third-person over-the-shoulder perspective.

I saw Amos in a blood-stained white robe, holding a tomato in one hand and a knife in the other, slowly approaching the falling chandelier under the gaze of countless portraits.

His pace was a little staggered, but not as treacherous as the third floor.

Annan saw that, staring under the chandelier, gasping for breath.

It's like looking at something that ordinary people can't see.

Finally, he sighed in a low voice:

"Sorry……"

He said, with his trembling right hand, holding a knife, he slowly cut a slit in the tomato in his hand.

Only then did Annan notice

The extra rosy tomato was full of bright red blood plasma.

It was like a fountain, and blood was pouring out continuously. Amos raised it high with his slightly trembling left hand.

Blood ran down his arms and dripped onto the floor. The shadows under the chandelier were like living creatures, constantly sipping the blood on the ground in a low voice.

The blood in the tomato was dozens of times larger than its own volume. As if it were all the blood in the bodies of several adults...

Finally, the tomatoes gradually shriveled.

At the very innermost, lies a tongue.

The tongue and the skin of the tomato cut in half, as if forming a mouth, cracked a big smile.

"Hehehehe..."

Annan heard again... the girl's deep laughter.

It was exactly the same laughter he heard before he was attacked by Big Hammer when he was on the second floor!

Only this time... the laughter was extremely clear, as if it sounded right behind him.

The blood on the ground was finally washed away by the shadow under the chandelier...

No, not completely sucked clean.

There are very few remnants.

These remnants of blood were squirming on the ground... forming a series of intermittent words:

"Look...you...behind..."

Amos kept his voice hoarse and said intermittently.

Immediately, he gasped in a panic.

Trembling, he looked back subconsciously.

I saw a disturbing blood-red glare radiating from the end of the corridor that I had just walked out of.

And because of the fall of the chandelier, the wall on which the portrait was hung, which became dim, also got some light. At least to the extent that the above portrait can be clearly seen:

I saw the portraits of men, women and children with weird smiles behind them...

I don't know when, all became Amos himself!

All turned into Amos himself who looked up in panic in the dim environment!

Just like now!

It's just like what's hanging on the wall is not a portrait, but countless mirrors

But unlike the mirror, in the countless portraits of himself. Behind him, there was a silent tall man looking down at him with a grim face.

... Or, this is indeed a mirror.

Amos stayed where he was, staring blankly at the man holding the hammer in the countless mirrors, slowly raising the hammer.

At this point, all the portraits start to burn.

A circle of scorch marks appeared, burning out "Amos and Brother Sledgehammer" on the surface, revealing another painting on the bottom layer.

It was a vagabond with shabby clothes, haggard faces, rough skin, and an unusually thin body.

The desperation of life can be seen in their eyes.

And the hope and gratitude for a white and neat hand stretched out to them that penetrated into the picture.

At the moment when Amos met one of the homeless eyes.

He felt someone pull his hand suddenly.

The whole person stumbled and took two steps forward.

At this moment, the surrounding scene suddenly changed.

The main point of view becomes a homeless man.

And Amos, who was wearing a decent smile and a gentle smile, stood in front of "self", and made a polite invitation to himself with his clean and white right hand.

Unlike in "Gallery: Elle Morrison".

His brown curly hair was interspersed with a beautiful strand of blond hair.

One of his eyes was still that deep blue.

The other eye turned into a beautiful, gem-like clear and charming green.

"Good morning sir."

Amos Morrison politely repeated his previous words: "Can I pay to hire you... to be my model?"