Chapter 417 Mr. Detective's Fear

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly and walked forward slowly.

He took a puff on his cigarette, and his mind gradually became clearer.

Fragments of many pieces of information quickly connected with each other in Annan's eyes.

——This may be the curse held by this dream master.

Can smoking improve thinking skills? Or a pipe? Or what gas was inhaled?

No...it doesn't matter.

Annan forcibly used his perseverance to turn back the direction of thinking that had been deviated in an instant.

This off-topic ability is also part of a spell?

Humph.

"It's amazing."

Annan snorted softly and touched the stubble of his chin.

The middle-aged male detective made a magnetic and methodical voice: "A real detective? It must be a hunter-type profession.

"How many spells do you hold that restrict your behavior? No...it doesn't matter."

Annan forcibly stopped thinking again, reached out and touched the white wall beside him lightly.

——Sure enough, it is not an illusion.

At the moment of starting, Annan immediately recognized... This wall is soft.

Roughly speaking, it was the feeling of the skin on the upper arms of girls aged sixteen to twenty-two. From the density of muscle and fat, her figure should not be thin, but it is not fat, about the level of slightly fat.

"...This kind of thinking ability."

Annan bit his lip when he realized that his mind was spinning at a high speed.

Why does this white wall immediately give Annan a sense of "girly skin"?

In general, shouldn't it be 'lily' or 'cream' or something?

"There is only one reason. This is the first time I have entered the body of an extraordinary person whose thinking ability is far beyond my own body."

Annan said calmly: "It's like after I entered Bella's body, I also had the ability to transform into a werewolf and dynamic vision. After I got the detective's body, do I also have his ability to think and judge?

"It turns out that this is the deep mechanism of nightmares... No, it is still necessary to focus. Or, this shift in attention is not due to the side effect of the curse, but because my will is not adapted to this level of thinking. speed, so after completing the thinking in the same thinking time, I subconsciously carried out side-band thinking——

"No, calm down. Continue to judge...

"It's because the power of observation held by this body is too keen, so I instinctively have such an association."

Annan stopped, squatted down lightly, and reached out to touch the skin that seemed to be scorched by fire.

Sure enough... the touch of the hand is the touch of the skin after being scorched.

He turned his head and squinted at the pure red curtain that was shaking in the distance.

- That's really a very beautiful, very pure red.

If it is compared to the curtain on the stage, then it has no heavy shadow; if it is compared to the skirt of silk, it has no reflection.

"Is that blood? No... it's fire. So the scorch marks on the walls will explain."

Annan murmured calmly in a low voice, limiting his speed of thinking by speaking: "When I reach the end, will the curtain turn into flames and block the intersection?

"But why are those curtains high and the scorch on the side closer to the ground?"

Annan stomped lightly.

The texture that came from told him that there was a very old wooden floor under his feet. Because of the lack of moisture-proof treatment, the moisture is very strong.

Fragments of memory rich to this extent cannot be fabricated out of thin air.

- So different from Denton's Nightmare?

This is what Mr. Detective has experienced...

"……strangeness."

Annan murmured in a low voice, "Why aren't there any traps yet?"

According to his reasoning, this should be composed of one death chamber after another. And it is a deadly trap specially designed for the master characteristic of Nightmare.

Just like Denton as a Soul Reaper who lacks direct attack methods - there is no living person in his nightmares at all; and the continuous ice water wash,

It makes him unable to use complex spells; the eunuch voice may be his fear of rotten; the trap of slow death corresponds to Denton's too conservative character.

- Yes, an overly conservative character.

Denton had controlled the Fourth Prince for several years. As long as he took a little risk, he could try to design and control Henry VIII.

But he never moved.

On the one hand, it is because of obeying the order of the rotten, and on the other hand... I am afraid it is also his own prudence. Or rather, the indecision that bordered on timidity.

Well, since this is the detective's fear of death.

What kind of trap will it be?

"I'm standing here thinking, and I've collected so much information. But time doesn't seem to have passed at all. I even took a few steps forward, and there was no response at all... Calm is too much."

—Like, I was deliberately left here to think.

……Could it be that?

Annan suddenly felt nervous.

He no longer hesitated, and suddenly trotted forward.

His boots tapped on the wooden floor, making a series of loud noises.

Along the way, there was no sudden attack, and everything around was unusually calm.

But Annan's sense of crisis has also grown stronger.

After he approached the pure red curtain, he didn't try to get under it.

Silver, slender blades protruded from Annan's fingers.

Annan raised his right hand forward and turned sideways at the same time.

What he had seen before, the match between Annan and Dmitry as a child emerged in his mind.

The swordsmanship skills that belonged to Dmitri were also recovered from the depths of Annan's memory——

The blade was not covered with crystal-colored frost.

However, the incomparably light cuts formed a perfect arc moon in the air.

Without hurting the blade of the [Sharp Thing], Annan cut off the curtain blocking the gate with a few knives.

Unexpectedly... After these curtains fell to the ground, they instantly burned and turned into threatening flames. The curtain that had not been cut off in the air also burned, and the flames visible to the naked eye almost condensed into a solid, completely blocking the gate.

Even if Annan retreated subconsciously, he still couldn't escape the rapidly spreading flames.

That scorching heat was not an ordinary flame burning on a wooden floor... If I had to describe it, it was like a match falling into gasoline flowing on the ground.

The fire spread so fast that it was unstoppable and irreversible—

If it hadn't been cut... I'm afraid that the moment I slipped through the curtain, I would have been completely enveloped in flames.

But even so...you can't live at all!

Just when Annan was thinking about how to escape, another voice appeared in his mind:

Mr. Detective is afraid of fire? Why? What's up with the skin on this wall...

"--long-winded!!"

Annan gave a low drink and threw the pipe straight out.

The thought acceleration brought about by the pipe is irrelevant.

More important than that is—

While stepping on the fire constantly on the sea of ​​fire, he quickly took off his jacket and put his left hand roughly on his head. In addition, he did not forget to put the remaining two silver coins in his trouser pocket.

I don't have time to get wet, so I just rushed over there!

Annan endured the burning pain on the soles of his feet, and quickly ran forward in the corridor that turned into a sea of ​​fire.

He put on his coat and crashed directly into the door that was burning with flames!

There was no pain.

But the jacket burned directly.

After rushing through the door of flames, Annan quickly ran to the wooden steps behind the door, took off his jacket without thinking, and swung a few times in the air to try to extinguish the flames.

Luckily there were no flames on the steps.

But the more he swung, the more burning the flames.

What is this law... What does this flame foretell? That corridor—

"Damn...is this brain sick!"

Annan couldn't help but let out a low voice.

He threw the unsalvageable coat directly behind him, kicked open the wooden door, and raised the sharp object in his hand.

Don't move - that's what he thought.

But after seeing everything clearly, Annan's pupils shrank instantly.

That's not a basement at all.

Because there was no shaking, Annan misjudged.

- That's the cabin.

And this is a blazing passenger ship.

(End of this chapter)