Chapter 139 Racing

Jiu'er just attacked twice without all his strength, and easily cut a hole in the wall.

At a glance it was obvious that it was not a hole that could be cut in the wall.

But the tear marks like the punctured "paper"——

The moment Jiu'er saw the hole, she suddenly felt a trance.

After a very brief absence, only darkness remained in the corridor. But it wasn't complete darkness... She could even vaguely see the light of the setting sun penetrating from outside the paper.

It's as if the screen of the TV was chiseled through.

The sea of ​​blood that poured out from the crack of the door and had drowned more than half of her just now disappeared.

"...what the hell?"

Jiu'er looked back at the door where blood was gushing out.

But she was stunned the next moment.

Because she finally realized what it was—

Yes, that is indeed a door painted on the wall.

The blood that poured out was also painted on the edge of the door!

But it seems to use a strange pigment, and its existence can only be realized when the eye passes quickly, and it is almost invisible just by staring at it.

The picture frames on both sides of the corridor were also drawn; the blood stains on the ground were also drawn.

Even the two rows of lights are drawn...

This is not a narrow corridor at all, but a space formed by two rows of very large, standing drawings!

Jiu'er's first reaction was to look down at his fingers - when he first went out, he had touched the blood on the ground and checked the temperature of the blood.

At that time, she should have left some bloodstains on her hands. Even if you apply it on your body, there should be some residue in your nails...

But the answer is nothing.

On the other hand, she could see traces of faint red paint on her trousers...

- All false, no doubt.

After the three homeless people went out, everything they saw was an illusion.

But just these three or two graffiti can make Jiu'er in an extremely real fantasy.

She can even feel the temperature of blood!

I can actually touch and hold the doorknob, I can feel the blood gushing from the crack of the door... I can even feel the touch of the wall.

It wasn't until she had doubts in her heart that she touched it again to be sure that it was not a wall... but a piece of paper.

But the problem is, if these are all fake, all illusions, all stunts... all non-existent things.

People... it must be true, right?

Where did the three of them go?

Jiu'er looked at the way he came, and fell into contemplation.

"——666666 Magic Pen Amos!"

"—Master Amos, please draw a girlfriend for me..."

"—Master Amos! Draw me a dozen girlfriends (broken voice)"

"—Master, you are really a master, I'm foed, please do me a few favors..."

"—Master Amos,

Do you have any plans to work in i Club? "

"...I tell you, you are evil-hearted."

Finally, no one was around, and Jiu'er couldn't help but complain: "That is, there is no super control here..."

Nonsense, why not!

Seeing this, Annan couldn't help but wanted to raise his arms and shout: "I'm a super tube!"

It's just a pity that this super tube is busy...

So he thought about it and closed his mouth again.

In the video that followed, there was nothing worthy of Annan's special attention.

Jiu'er didn't turn back, but broke the "wallpaper" and escaped.

It wasn't until ten minutes later that Amos realized that the barrier he had set had been broken. He let out an angry shout, pulled out a silver revolver, and searched for traces of the wine.

——In fact, Jiu’er didn’t run far away, but was nearby.

Because she realized that since Amos needed to use illusion to intimidate them, it showed that he did not have the ability to forcefully control them all; and after she broke the wallpaper, Amos did not find it for a long time, which also represented him There is no ability to monitor them all the time.

So Jiu'er folded back after escaping.

Hidden in a nearby cabinet.

Fortunately, Amos was relatively blind... After he took out his gun, he hurried to the fourth floor.

This also made Ji'er realize that the stairs leading to the second floor and below may have disappeared.

After Amos left, she hurried over.

as predicted--

The spatial layout in the hall is all upside down and chaotic.

She ran back and forth twice, but couldn't find the stairs to go downstairs... It should also be hidden by the illusion, but for a while, Jiu'er still couldn't crack it.

Finally, when Amos came downstairs, she found a place to hide again.

"—WDNMD, is it really Dead by Daylight?"

"—No, this ghost is too bad, right? The footsteps are so loud, I think I can get on me."

"—Brother Bear, this ghost has a gun..."

"—emmmm seems to be..."

"--It's okay, it's just a matter of procrastination, isn't it all going to be done by drilling the cabinet?"

"—We generally call this game peek-a-boo academically..."

From here onwards, it is the beginning of time——

After Amos went downstairs, Jiu'er quickly ran to the fourth floor.

Breathing heavily, she leaned against the wall and looked back vigilantly... lest Amos hit the carbine again.

Annan looked at the time.

It's already five thirty-five, and Jiu'er is still hiding back and forth very neatly... Amos has begun to wonder if Jiu'er has escaped.

If nothing else, he should find it until it gets dark.

——So the victory condition is darkness?

"It's okay, it seems that Jiu'er has a play tonight to clear the customs."

Annan whispered approvingly, and posted the first barrage of the day:

"—Come on! Big brother with a prosthetic leg!!"

"It's a picture frame not a prosthetic leg!"

Jiu'er became angry: "Do you still want to see me cut off a prosthetic leg?!"

But Annan had already shut down her live broadcast room by this time.

Because he has two uses, he is still in the water forum while watching the live broadcast...

And many posts suddenly refreshed the screen, indicating that the progress of the strategy on the delicious wind goose seems to be very fast, and he may have to clear the level with his life... Maybe even the first pass!

...Beijier night number, but the progress of the strategy is faster?

Is the information I gave you so useful?

Annan clicked on the live broadcast room of Delicious Wind Goose with great interest.

The title of his live room is very arrogant and concise:

"No Clearance, No Downcast"

"Okay, have the guts..."

Annan sighed: "I didn't expect to see players open up wasteland racing in this world..."

I really miss it.

He noticed that Delicious Wind Goose didn't have a choice, the second-level nightmare that he just discovered and had an easier strategy.

Instead, he went the same way as a homeless child—to the third floor of Nightmare.

"I'll tell you first... how to get into the fourth floor nightmare. I've been researching for a day, and I can definitely get through. If you die on the fourth floor, don't talk about your uncle goose dishes, this is a new map... next At the end of the week, remember to remind me that I have shown it once."

Delicious Wind Goose said confidently.