Chapter 231 Water Stains

... back to reality?

Annan was slightly taken aback when he saw the last side quest.

What does this refer to?

Is it me in the nightmare...or Evelyn Miller?

"But speaking of this name..."

Evelyn Miller - This is not the first time Annan has heard this name.

Benjamin has that name in the cipher he uses to determine if he's in a nightmare...and it's in the first verse.

Temporarily ruling out the possibility of the same name, Benjamin is very likely to know this Evelyn. Even at a relatively young age, I was impressed with the name...

"...In other words, is it possible that this place was decades ago?"

Annan was lost in thought.

So, in the original history... how and what did Evelyn Miller do?

He touched his left wrist and used the extremely dim light to feel his left hand, testing the shape and depth of the wound.

After the weakening of Annan's curse, he could no longer perceive such a slight pain. But Annan could distinguish the distribution of his wounds by the difference in his sense of touch... After all, the blood had already flowed down his left arm, and Annan could not determine the exact location of his wounds only by vision.

Soon, Annan noticed something.

"This wound..."

Annan's eyes lit up slightly.

——First of all, he can be sure that this is definitely not the abrasion caused by the friction on the rough handcuffs when struggling hard.

It was apparently a cut from some kind of sharp instrument on the back of the hand.

Judging from the depth of this wound...

Annan reached out and fumbled for the handcuffs.

Sure enough - on the side of the handcuffs close to the wall, there was a thin blade close to it. It feels a bit like a shaving blade... thin,

Also a little soft.

……No wonder.

Annan felt that the size of the handcuffs was obviously not right - it was obviously too big, and it was completely unable to hold the slender Evelyn here to death. If you struggled hard, you should be able to pull your hand out of here.

The discovery now tells Annan why he was half-kneeling on the ground when he entered the instance. Because only in this way can the side with the blade be far enough away from your own skin... If you stand up at this time, your wrist will be cut.

Annan groped calmly.

He moved the blade against his clothes for a moment, only to find that it would retract with a single click.

So Annan immediately realized that the blade should be part of a certain organization.

"...Where is the other end of it?"

Annan pondered, holding the handcuffs with his right hand, keeping the blade away from the back of his hand, and slowly stood up from the ground.

Feeling a little numb in his legs and feet, Annan ignored it.

He just followed the chain and groped for the wall.

When he touched the fixed point of the link on the wall, Annan twisted it and found that it was actually movable!

Annan's eyes suddenly lit up.

This is it!

He reached out to hold on to the fixed point and turned around a few times. Annan immediately noticed that a turn counterclockwise made the blade more protruding; a turn clockwise made the blade more retracted.

It's not like a device for imprisoning people... it's more like some kind of torture device.

Annan kept his left palm up, using gravity to lower the blade. Then turn the fixed point to the left in a circle.

By the time Annan turned it around, the blade was fully retracted.

Without hesitation, Annan broke his left thumb to the point of dislocating it, and then dislodged his left hand from it.

Then he didn't leave, but rotated the fixed point in the opposite direction-because Annan noticed that the first requirement in the side quest to "keep the body intact" might refer to here.

as predicted.

After Annan turned it to the right for a while, the blade came out again...and after a while, the fixation point started to feel a little shaky. Like a screw about to be unscrewed.

Annan continued to rotate it - and found that when the blade was stabbed halfway, the fixed point fell off with a clatter, and fell to the ground with a chain with a sharp blade at the end.

The handcuffs were still fixed on Annan's hands.

It seems to require a key to open... but that doesn't matter anymore.

The chains have all fallen off, this is just a heavy bracelet.

"...That is, if I can't come out violently, do I need to let it cut into the skin of the wrist close to a centimeter to remove it?"

Annan frowned slightly.

It doesn't always feel like this is a prison...

Just in case, Annan copied the heavy chain on the ground.

Annan used Evelyn's intact right hand to hold the original fixed point - and the other end of the chain was a sharp and slender blade.

It might serve as some kind of weapon...

After all, Annan has already checked her body... Evelyn has no silverware on her body, and she is not a swordsman or a wizard. Annan could not use his own skills.

However, if the enemy is just an ordinary person... it's okay to kill one or two people with this heavy chain.

After getting the weapon, Annan first reset his left thumb. The contusion caused by the rough hand made it temporarily unable to clench his fist. But it doesn't matter, after all, there is still an injury on the left wrist, so I couldn't use force.

"...Could it be that Evelyn is left-handed?"

Annan thought of such an idea, but it was quickly dispelled.

He dragged the chains and looked around the room, but found nothing.

So he could only drag the chain close to the door.

It wasn't the sturdy metal door of a prison—it was an ordinary wooden door.

Of course, the door was locked.

But this can't stop Annan.

He lifted the chain and slammed it on the door lock!

once, twice...

When Annan hit the sixth hit, he finally smashed the door lock directly!

Annan kicked open the wooden door unceremoniously and walked out.

What appeared in front of him was a corridor leading to the left and right sides.

It was still very dark outside, and there were no lights in the corridors.

Not to mention the green light, Annan couldn't even find a candle.

"what?"

A strange exclamation came.

...is a girl?

Annan suddenly turned his head to the direction of the voice, his eyes sharp.

It was not far to his left—the dark place behind the corner.

As if the sound of the chain dragging came to an abrupt end, the girl who made the sound suddenly fled away from Annan without saying a word.

Annan just narrowed his eyes slightly and looked in that direction silently.

If Annan's way of doing things was followed, he should have chased after her immediately, knocked her unconscious with a chain, and dragged her back to torture her.

But at this time, Annan remembered his second side mission: don't talk to anyone.

So he didn't catch up, just let the footsteps gradually drift away from him.

"It ran pretty fast..."

Annan muttered.

...Since, I can't talk to anyone.

Then his safest way of action is to move in the direction of no one.

So Annan turned to the right without thinking.

He didn't drag the chain this time, but took it from the middle with his left hand, which had regained some strength. Like a cowboy preparing for a horse...

But just after Annan picked up the chain, he touched the chain and suddenly realized something.

He paused and squatted down.

He groped carefully on the ground with his right hand.

- There are water stains.

There was also water stains behind Annan - that was because Evelyn's trousers and shoes were soaked. But oddly enough, there wasn't enough water in the dungeon to get her knees wet...

And this water stain came from Annan.

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked back.

This should be left by the person who just spoke up.

In other words... she came from the same place as herself before?

And she should have come from right to left——

Just follow the direction of the water stain to find the next clue!

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