Chapter 138 Hourglass Promenade

- Are you a murderer?

- Coincidentally, you are also a murderer?

Hearing this, Jiu'er was even stunned for a moment.

Is this a coincidence?

Or necessarily?

At this moment, a picture suddenly flashed in her mind——

"Myself" looked in at the window, and was scolded back.

"I" took a knife and entered the house through the window.

There was blood dripping from the knife, the body fell to the ground, and "self" held a heavy bag of silver coins in his hand, showing a smug smile.

A wicked smile like a hungry wolf.

——This "self" is the tramp "Amis"!

And the way he was clinging to the window was exactly the same as the one he had drawn before!

Jiu'er was silent for a while, then answered in a low voice, "Actually, I too..."

Hearing Jiu'er's expected answer, the middle-aged and the elderly fell silent.

The three of them didn't know how to speak for a while.

I don't know if I can trust anyone else...

But Jiu'er knew that if they didn't tell the truth at this time, the two of them would be more likely to doubt themselves - even if it was to fit in with the group, even if they didn't kill people, they had to say "me too".

Jiu'er looked at them and recalled the painting that belonged to them both:

The old man in the painting is not that old yet. He is crawling on the ground, guarding the door of the alley with vigilance like a dog. And behind him was a fat man with a bloody throat slit and rich clothes.

The middle-aged man in the painting looks flushed from drinking, holding a stone in his right hand, trying to smash it forward!

……yes.

Jiuer's heart sank.

If nothing else, this should be what they looked like when they murdered.

Did Amos really meet them by chance... instead of bringing them here on purpose?

At this moment, the three of them suddenly heard an extremely miserable, wailing-like wailing sound:

"—Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

The sound came from far to near, approaching rapidly. But it stopped abruptly at the door.

——This is the voice of the young man who just left!

The three of them looked at each other, and Jiu'er and the middle-aged man walked to the door immediately.

But soon Jiu'er realized that the old man was not keeping up, so he looked back.

I saw the old man's first reaction was to find the empty wooden shelf that Jiu'er had just been supporting, and after holding it with his hands, he kicked it hard and kicked it away. A few more pokes with the hand turned it into two long wooden handles with broken short handles.

When he saw Jiu'er approaching, he paused slightly.

The old man looked at the wine with his squinted triangular eyes, and silently handed over the other one.

He leaned over to Annan, didn't look at him, just said in a very low voice, "You go ahead... I'll look behind you."

Jiu'er nodded neatly.

She naturally knew that this old man was not a good person... It was actually quite unsafe to let him walk last.

But even if she knew in her heart,

It can't be said at this time either.

Because after learning from each other that the three were murderers, the trust between them was already crumbling.

And the goal of Jiu'er's mission is to... let at least one person live until dark.

The difference with a homeless child is that…

There is no "survive" in her mission.

In other words, as long as the tinder can be kept. As long as one person can escape... that's her victory.

- even if that person is not herself.

"Dead by Daylight..."

Wine murmured.

She doesn't like playing this game very much...because she always suddenly feels inexplicable fear and then loses her mind.

But she never expected that after she really entered the world of horror games, she would be able to maintain her sanity and start thinking and acting quickly, and even reacted much faster than usual...

Are people really forced out?

At this time, Jiu'er heard an unusually obvious sound of opening the door.

That middle-aged man should be the one with the best physical fitness among them.

He tried hard to open the door, pulling and pushing. The wooden door made a pitiful muffled sound, even being pushed open a small crack several times and then closed again. It's like being caught by a slender and fragile door latch, or someone on the opposite side trying to close the door desperately...

Suddenly, the middle-aged man's movements stagnated.

Because the three of them clearly heard the sound of eating from outside the door.

That person ate very deliciously, even eating and drinking.

Even babbling.

Just listening to this movement made Jiu'er's stomach even more hungry...

"who is it?"

The middle-aged man asked cautiously.

But the people outside the door seemed to ignore him completely, and were still eating, drinking and gobbling up.

Unable to bear the oppression of fear, the middle-aged man couldn't help but pushed open the door.

But just as he pushed the door...

The voice outside the door suddenly disappeared.

In front of them, it is not the hall. Or, not the original hall...

It is a very long and very long corridor, and the corridor is pure red. The two sides are covered with small paintings, and between the paintings are the wall lamps.

Just as Jiu'er was about to go forward, she was stopped by the old man.

She looked down and saw a pool of sticky blood at the door. In the corridor, there was also a lot of blood dripping on the ground.

Jiu'er boldly squatted down and reached out to touch it...

The blood was even warm, she noticed.

"I-I'm not going out!"

The middle-aged man who seemed very courageous before suddenly stepped back in fear and screamed: "If you want to go...you go!"

Jiu'er and the old man persuaded for a while, but to no avail.

The middle-aged man made up his mind, but was unwilling to leave.

The two of them looked at each other and decided to go out to have a look.

They locked the middle-aged man in the room and left the room each with a wooden stick.

"...Look at the painting."

The old man squinted his triangular eyes and whispered to Jiu'er.

The wine looked up.

A large number of picture frames were found on both sides of the corridor, depicting the same person.

——The young man who just left here.

Every painting is subtly different.

Seems to be a few seconds apart. You can see him running fast.

The paintings on these two sides are like cameras with timed continuous shooting, imprinting his every move in the paintings...

The blood splattered on the floor in the middle of each painting, intermittently.

The two of them carefully walked forward side by side. One was attached to the left, the other was attached to the right, and both tacitly avoided the blood in the middle.

But they went a long way and nothing happened.

It's just that the paintings on both sides are more terrifying...

Blood was drenched around the painting and dripped down.

The further you go, the more blood there is... And the young man in the painting gradually turned into a running flesh and blood, and then gradually turned into a skeleton.

The two of them went all the way to the end.

——But suddenly found out that the door at the end is fake.

It is a fake door painted on the wall, which can be faked as real!

The real end is actually the midpoint of a T-shaped corridor.

Looking on both sides from the false door, you can see two different corridors... two half-open doors.

Just as the two of them were discussing how to go in a low voice, a scream suddenly came from behind them.

It was the voice of that middle-aged man!

But when Jiu'er turned around, she was taken aback.

I saw the paintings on both sides, and I don't know when they turned into "Amis" and the old tramp smiling and looking at the portraits of the two!

The paintings near the two of them were bloody. Jiu'er can vaguely see, but the portraits in the distance seem to be quite normal...

The next moment, the lights in the far distance of the long corridor suddenly began to go out in pairs.

Slow at first, then faster and faster from far to near.

In the last blink of an eye, they were in total darkness—

Before Jiu'er screamed, the lights suddenly turned on again.

The end of the corridor has once again become the false door of the T-shaped corridor...

It was as if they had still just left the room and had gone nowhere.

It's just like……

An upside-down hourglass.

Jiu'er looked to both sides and found that it was really back to the starting position - there were no passages on both sides, and there was not a wall with a door behind it... but a door with a doorknob and a crack.

It was as if they moved back to the door of the studio where the middle-aged man had just left and screamed...

But at this moment, the door behind him was closed.

The old man tried hard to open the door, but couldn't open it at all. It was like someone was trying to pull the door on the other side.

Suddenly, Jiu'er heard the sound of liquid flowing.

Bright red blood began to overflow from the crack of the door.

like saliva...

It was very little at first, but then the blood roared and poured out from around the crack of the door, as if to drown everything—

"—Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

The old tramp was frightened and screamed, and ran towards the false door at the end without looking back.

Because he knows-

Although it is a fake door... but there should be this T-shaped passage on both sides!

From there, there might be a way to escape!

Jiu'er also wanted to run after him.

But she suddenly saw a line of barrage:

"—Why are you so similar to that young man?"

...Wait, could this all be an illusion?

Jiu'er moved in his heart.

So she didn't run forward...

Instead, ignoring the sea of ​​blood that had submerged to his waist, he reached out and touched the sides of the wall carefully.

Although she touched something, she suddenly calmed down and was no longer afraid at all.

Because, that's not the touch of the wall.

That's the feel of drawing paper.

And it's hollow.

I'm afraid this isn't a projected illusion—

"You fucking know how to play!"

Jiu'er finally couldn't bear it anymore, screaming and scolding, venting the fear and anger in his heart.

——She no longer hesitated, raised the stick and stabbed it hard at the wall!

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