Chapter 94 Barrage Protection... Failure!

As the homeless child opened the door at the end of the corridor for the second time, he entered the third floor of the nightmare.

The live screen suddenly began to shake.

The noise accompanied by snowflakes made his figure blurred.

The cloud strategy team, who was watching the play outside the nightmare, was a little flustered:

"—Do you have a snow screen over there?"

"--There seems to be interference... Don't continue to rush forward to the child god, stop for a while, stop for a while!"

"—Come on, rush for the Lord!"

"—Damn, something seemed to flash past my window just now..."

"I can't even rush anymore..."

The homeless child took a deep breath and covered the wound in his abdomen with a grin.

It wasn't that he didn't feel the pain before, but he chose to endure it for a while and rushed to the end.

Pain is also pain, has been vague pain is also pain. It's better to run two steps quickly, and quickly push the plot forward...

Homeless children are very clear about their position.

He had already learned from the commanders that the memory would be reset after death in this instance, but the audience's memory would not be reset.

So he decided to just use his life to peek through the grass to see if there was any death behind him...

"How many people are there on the third floor now?"

The wandering child paused for a while, then barely stood up and asked the barrage.

"--Only you."

"—It's alright, alright, let's look for clues."

"——Chongchongchong, the child god will rush for the Lord!"

"—Don't make trouble upstairs, if you make trouble again, I'll go to your house to chat with you..."

The last barrage is obviously from a crazy goose.

What he said should not refer to looking for it from the residence of the frozen water port, but to the offline real person directly.

This one-meter-nine bald man, who is a fan of all-armor fighting, is obviously very deterrent from the style of painting. As soon as he spoke, those who watched the excitement immediately turned serious and began to discuss the plot: "But I think, the child god should not be able to rush..."

"Damn your sister, I'm still young, I can rush if I want."

The homeless child spat out a word.

He squinted his eyes and looked ahead.

In the nightmare on the second floor, the chandelier and the hammer should be the ones that might cause death. But at that time, he judged that the chandelier couldn't hit him, so he stopped and ran at full speed, and the hammer was the same... If he didn't hesitate, he wouldn't be hurt at all.

The result was absolutely unscathed.

But if he stopped because of fear, he should have just died.

But the third floor is different.

I saw that the brilliant lights in the gallery before, are now all extinguished. It was pitch black in the gallery, and only when there was thunder outside the window could you vaguely see what was ahead.

Fortunately, the terrain has not changed.

"Brother Meng, there seems to be something hanging over there..."

The wandering child muttered, leaning forward warily and cautiously.

Although he doesn't play horror games often, according to the routine, there is nothing scary in the first two floors, and the third floor should start to have high energy...

But he was reclaiming wasteland, and without the warning of "high energy ahead", he felt very flustered.

When he walked into the hanging things and stared to see.

Suddenly, an electric light flashed outside the window.

His pupils trembled suddenly, and the whole person trembled.

Under the light of the lightning that suddenly lit up, he could clearly see picture frames tied up by countless ropes, hanging crookedly from the ceiling!

Every painting looks at itself.

Men and women, young and old, are different.

But the corners of their mouths all had a completely consistent, exaggerated and weird smile,

look at him!

"Hahahahahaha..."

"Hey hey hey..."

"Hum..."

Different low-pitched laughter sounded from all directions at the same time.

The stray child suddenly felt numb in his scalp, and subconsciously stopped in place, not daring to move forward.

——The next moment, a blast of thunder sounded!

The laughter stopped abruptly.

The suddenly stronger wind blew the window open with a bang, and the cold and humid air blew in instantly, blowing him a chill.

The sound of torrential rain roared outside the window.

Only then did the homeless child realize that his back was soaked wet.

This gust of cold wind blew through, making him obviously feel that his back was cold and very uncomfortable.

He looked around vigilantly, like a thief, took a step to look around, and slowly approached the window.

"WDNMD, don't just watch it, it's a barrage..."

His voice trembled and his hands were shaking.

He now admits that he is a little scared...

Originally, the homeless child planned to close the window - he was worried that when he was walking and looking back, he saw a dark shadow silently stopped by the window or something.

But when he entered the window, he found a letter outside the window.

The letter should have just been placed. Under the heavy rain, it was not completely wet.

Without any hesitation, the wandering child quickly fished out the letter.

"At least it's okay for me to operate..."

He muttered, vaguely realizing what was wrong: "Hey, you guys are talking? Hey, can you hear me?"

At this moment, a bunch of barrages suddenly crossed:

"—we've been talking about it, can't you see?"

"—Brother Meng's barrage has never been interrupted."

"—The barrage is blocked? The signal is not good?"

"Wait, is the signal really bad?"

The homeless child had a toothache: "When we reach the third floor, why does the barrage disappear from time to time? Does this happen to other people?"

"—Not the third floor, child god. It seems that the barrage will stop after triggering something."

Delicious Wind Goose suddenly posted a barrage.

Hearing this, the wandering child was refreshed: "Oh! Then I understand, it's the same as BGM. When BGM suddenly stops, it means high energy!"

He suddenly felt a new courage in his heart.

Since there is a high-energy warning, he should not be frightened...

"—Open the letter, brother!"

"—6 What, I'm stunned."

"Okay, let's take it apart."

The stray child reacted, and while opening the letter, he urged again: "Don't stop the barrage, just send 11111 if you don't know what to say..."

"—I'm just pointing at you for dinner, I would like to call you the king of rice."

"—Can't stop, you're almost killing me laughing..."

Relying on the barrage to suppress the shock, the homeless child slowly opened the letter.

At first he was worried that the letter might be written in blood or something scary. But unexpectedly, the letter contained serious content:

"On March 27th, follow Amos to Roseburg to paint for the Viscountess.

"Amos is in a very wrong state today, I'm a little disturbed. I've never seen him draw like this. Although I haven't learned to draw, generally... when you draw a portrait, you draw the bones first. ?

"This painting makes me a little sick. The painting is really beautiful, but when I look at it, I always feel like...

"It always feels like it's a corpse outside the glass window..."

The letter ends here.

It's like a diary that has been torn out.

Suddenly, the wandering child froze.

He suddenly realized something and raised his head cautiously.

...Fortunately, there was no sudden body outside the window.

But he did not relax, but carefully closed the window and hung the lock carefully.

Then he turned around.

Lightning fell at the same time.

he saw...

Where are the picture frames tied under the slings—

It was one after another, corpses hanged from the beams!

They are different from men, women and children.

His head was drooping, his eyes were cloudy, his body swayed in the wind, but there was a neat, weird smile on the corner of his mouth.

all looked at him.

All looked at him.

Different murmurs of laughter surround him, and fear rattles the vagrant child's throat.

Suddenly, the homeless child noticed something.

"shadow……"

My own shadow, it seems...

Extra long?

The top of the shadow gradually swelled.

Like a person, slowly lifting a huge hammer over his head——

He turned around suddenly.

All I saw was a pair of emotionless, emerald green eyes.

Then, the glass window shattered.