Chapter 41 The Gallery: Elle Morrison

Seeing about twenty or so of himself hanging from the ceiling, Annan was expressionless.

Even a little laugh.

"……That's it?"

Annan was a little disappointed.

It's not that he's bold or that he doesn't have any fears...

From an objective point of view, Annan knows where this point is scary - in principle, Annan is entering someone's nightmare. In other words, in the copy, he was playing the man who was stabbed and suspected of being a painter.

But these hanging corpses have the face of Annan outside the copy.

For real native NPCs, this might make them creepy, creating a sense of confusion as to whether I'm in a nightmare. But it means nothing to the player.

Harmonious even.

Because both the players and Annan. Their bodies outside the copy are not their own bodies.

If these hangings are Annan before the crossing, or the players' bodies, they may be able to scare the players into cardiac arrest.

But the characters they pinched are scraped here like bacon, and players who may be slower to react and have poor comprehension ability are shocked except when they first see the corpse. Maybe you can't get the horror of this scene even if you walk over, you have to wait for someone to explain it to you after you exit the dungeon...

A horror game that requires someone to explain to understand where the horror is, can be said to be quite humorous.

Before Annan could see clearly, another flash of lightning fell outside the window.

Then there was a flash of light, and Annan saw that the corpses had changed back to the bound portraits, as if they were just an illusion before.

Annan waited for a while, and then there was no more lightning.

So he asked earnestly and politely, "Is there anything else?

"Leave without me?"

Annan walked briskly through the gallery under the gaze of more than 20 dangling portraits.

And the L-shaped corridor has become dark again.

The only difference was that there was a crack in the wall—the same spot where a hammer had suddenly popped out and smashed the wall.

Although this gap is not large, it is enough to allow one person to pass through.

After Annan walked over, he glanced inside.

What surprised him was that there was a narrow and cramped passage here. It only allows one person to pass, and it can be very crowded with two people walking side by side.

And at the end of the narrow passage, there is a wooden door... It is exactly the same as the door I saw in the last room during my first two cycles.

——【All forks, go to the side with the picture】

"Is this... a fork in the road?"

Annan muttered.

He looked to the left, and there was still a dim yellow light at the end, almost the same as before.

The only difference is that on both sides of the L-shaped cloister, these eerie portraits are not hung this time.

And at the end of that narrow passage, there was only one painting. On the left side of the gate leading to the next cycle, there is a picture frame that Annan could not see for the time being.

- Probably going this way.

Annan thought, trying his best to squeeze in through the gap.

He heard "himself" make a painful low-pitched sound, and gulps down his clothes. The wounds in the abdomen appear to have been torn as a result.

His body seemed out of control.

Or... he seemed to have entered a cutscene, and his body moved on his own.

Going to close?

Or...is this just the beginning?

Although he was stabbed in the abdomen, Annan had never cried out a single sound of pain before, let alone made such a shameful sound, and his walking frequency was also very close. forward attitude.

Like a machine, precise and elegant.

But now his pace is getting slower and slower, and because of the pain, there are some meaningless movements, and even a little staggering - this will undoubtedly make the wound worse.

"Barker...please..."

He murmured in a low voice, and suddenly his throat churned, he coughed violently, and the wound on his abdomen was further torn. So he also stumbled to his knees on the ground.

He felt a strong suffocation.

Finally, he finally coughed up a mouthful of phlegm mixed with blood from his throat.

"Ah...ah..."

He made a terrified sound, a rattling in his throat.

Because he saw clearly, it was not phlegm.

But an eyeball.

A very complete eyeball with beautiful green pupils—

"Please...don't..."

He whispered again, staggering to get up. But because the corridor is too narrow and smooth, he has nowhere to relay, and his stomach is in severe pain, and it is difficult to just get up.

So after two attempts, he simply crawled on the ground with difficulty.

But Annan heard footsteps very keenly.

Very light footsteps.

He was crawling on the ground, crawling forward like a dog—where was the footsteps coming from?

is behind.

Annan quickly responded.

There is a person, quietly, tiptoeing behind him...

But "he" still seemed to be in a state of slack, crawling forward with difficulty on the ground, wearing rough clothes and making painful low-pitched noises from time to time.

In the short ten-step journey, he climbed for a long time.

Until he touched the door, he was almost ecstatic.

"Ah...haha...hehe..."

He raised his upper body half-crying and half-smiling, trying to push the door open and return to the wide gallery that at least allowed people to stand up and walk.

But his smile soon solidified.

Because the door is locked.

Can't open.

Can't open at all.

He moved the handle forcefully and in a panic, but found that he couldn't move it at all.

The door was locked on the other end.

At this moment, his eyes gathered and his pupils dilated.

Because he suddenly realized that the shadow cast on the door seemed to be more than a circle bigger than the upper body he was propping up.

Someone is behind!

And the top of that shadow gradually bulges.

Like a person, slowly raising the huge hammer above his head——

The moment he realized this, Annan suddenly regained control of his body.

It's like... I want him to follow the inertia of his thinking and turn back.

But Annan remembered.

Whether it was the warning from the priest Lewis, or the voice of the old man who had just entered the nightmare.

"...don't look back, okay?"

Annan ignored the hammer that seemed to be smashed in the next moment, but raised his head decisively and looked at the painting on his left.

He saw it.

It was a teenage girl with blond hair and blue eyes. She was sitting on the bed in a white dress with lace-trimmed puff sleeves that covered half of her thighs, revealing her clean knees.

She smiled cutely and looked beyond the portrait.

Just a little weird.

The left eye of the girl's portrait is burning with a circle of fresh scorch marks, destroying the overall warm beauty. At first it was about the size of a cigarette butt, and then it gradually spread...

After meeting her eyes for more than a second, Annan suddenly felt a trance.

"...Don't move, Ellie."

He suddenly heard a somewhat familiar voice.

It seemed to be... that painter's voice.

And in his own mouth, a crisp and lovely response sounded: "Okay, Dad."

At this time, the world in front of him gradually became clear.

He found himself looking down a bit, sitting on a softer bed - at least a lot softer than the bed in Salvatore's room.

And he felt that the cuffs had a touch similar to lace, so he roughly guessed that he might have entered the body of the girl in the painting.

Opposite him should be the painter with a knife in the abdomen.

He was about thirty years old at the moment, with brown hair and blue eyes, and some stubble, which seemed to be an unshaven beard. But he still looked very handsome and personable, and in very good spirits.

...wait, brown hair and blue eyes?

Annan was silent for a while, and looked at the painter with pity.

"Smile, Elle."

The male painter raised his voice with some dissatisfaction.

at this time.

In Annan's eyes, a system prompt finally appeared.

Until then, he finally received the belated main quest:

[Entered gallery: Elle Morrison (third floor)]

[Main quest: Play as Elle Morrison until tomorrow morning]

Immediately, a large piece of small characters quickly appeared below this line of words:

【Complete the portrait painting】

【Explore the secrets of Amos Morrison】

【Live】

Seeing the main quest prompt, Annan immediately understood everything:

what a god...

Reverend Lewis has no system, and as expected, the strategy is not reliable at all...

——That gallery is a special selection place! Every time you pass through a door, it means you have entered the next floor... And looking at the portrait is the key to unlocking a deep nightmare!

He finally knew how he died last two weeks.

He was afraid that he had not lived from the gallery to the end, and entered the last few floors. In theory, it is the most difficult dungeon that requires [below the golden rank] to be conquered.

Reverend Lewis is probably the type of player who "still doesn't know what the plot is after clearing the game"...

Under Amos Morrison's increasingly disgruntled gaze, Annan gave a sweet business smile before he urged him a third time.

"Okay, Dad."

He imitated the tone of Elle Morrison before, saying the exact same, almost creepy words.

It's a pity that Mr. Amos, who was opposite Annan, didn't realize anything, he only felt a little cold on his back.