The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 135: Gate of the Hungry Ghost

Hey, this hair and eyes...

Annan keenly noticed Amos's heterochromatic eyes, one green and one blue, like a Persian cat.

Could it be that Amos in this level has already obtained part of Elle's body?

Annan realized immediately that the timeline of this copy should be chaotic.

The time here should be after June and before November.

Annan still remembers that in addition to the stillborn fetus with a bottle of wine, there were many skeletons in Amos's basement. Most of these skeletons are from "missing tramps."

——That is the role Jiuer plays now.

Unexpectedly, the second level of nightmare, which is theoretically simpler and more orderly, actually has a timeline further back than the third level...

...but so.

The nightmare of the negative level entering from the first level is even the ending.

In terms of time, he was the last one... He didn't even enter the memories at all, but was directly caught up by Brother Sledgehammer and hit GG.

But it is a pity that Jiuer did not get this information when he entered the nightmare.

Otherwise she would immediately realize who she was playing——

[Entered Gallery: Banquet of the Hungry (Second Floor)]

[Main Mission: Playing as the Tramp "Amis"]

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

【Complete the portrait】

[Meet the other three homeless people]

【At least one person survived until dark】

What does this mean?

Jiuer felt trembling in his heart when he saw the side mission "At least one person survives until dark".

She glanced up subconsciously.

Judging from the brilliance of the sunlight, it is now about noon.

Because he was a homeless person, Jiu'er couldn't tell whether the hunger in his belly came from missing lunch or not eating much for several meals, so he couldn't tell the approximate time range at the first time.

The painter Amos in front of her showed an elegant and calm smile, and stretched out his hand: "If you come to help me draw a picture, I will treat you to a hot bath and make you clean. clothes, and take care of your food and drink for three days...how about it?"

To be fair, this is indeed a very favorable condition...

——If he wasn't up to something secretly.

"But, but...sir..."

Jiu'er imitated the tramp's tone and said tremblingly: "I can't draw..."

"No, no, no, you don't need to paint. You just need to stand in front of the canvas and wait for me to paint your portrait... very quickly, about - well, two hours."

Amos took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, and then showed a refreshing smile: "Is it okay to stay still for two hours? It's half past one now...it'll be fine until half past three."

Jiu'er's heart sank slightly.

Draw until half past three...

It's only about two hours until dark.

In other words, I probably won’t be able to make it in time for dinner...

From the time I finished painting the portrait, the next two hours were probably a battle royale.

Thoughts were racing in Jiu'er's mind, but his reaction was also very quick. He lowered his head and replied solemnly: "Okay, sir..."

He followed Amos and was carried by his shoulders into the gallery not far away.

This is a large and impressive art gallery rented or purchased by Amos.

But when I saw the interior decoration of this gallery, I almost had PTSD:

Because the decoration of this gallery is exactly the same as the one she just walked through!

The only difference is that there are really two spiraling stairs on both sides of the circular gallery... and the end of the gallery - which is the door where players enter the next floor every time, It seems to be pointing in the direction of the exit.

Jiuer's heart moved.

Could it be that...Amos actually wants to escape from the gallery?

Fortunately, it is not like the almost eerie silence and darkness of the gallery in the nightmare.

Not only is the light very bright here, there are even some quite noble guests coming in and out, stopping in front of some portraits.

They were not surprised at all when they saw Amos coming in with a homeless man who was somewhat sour and smelly. They just greeted Amos warmly:

"Master Amos!"

"Good afternoon, Master!"

"May the Silver Lord bless you, Mr. Morrison."

And Amos just smiled and greeted them: "Well, hello."

He has a tall and straight posture, an elegant and calm smile, and his body seems to be shining with confidence, which is extremely dazzling. The moment he appeared, he became the focus of the audience.

Even a little...not like a mortal.

If he appeared at the same time as other painters, I am afraid that people would notice Amos at first sight; even people who don’t know him would realize that this is a very distinguished guest just by looking at him. .

He has a strong aura of confidence, just like a big star who is always surrounded by fans.

Almost no longer the same person as the amiable father Amos who painted for Elle in the third dream...

After leaving the crowd, Amos asked Jiuer in a gentle tone: "You haven't been wandering around for long, have you?"

Jiuer was suddenly startled and almost trembled.

She forced herself to calm down and tried her best to look panicked: "You...how did you know?"

"Because I see hope in your eyes."

Like a poet, Amos whispered in a melodious tone: "Such a beautiful light...it will not appear in the eyes of people who have completely lost hope in life."

Looking at the confused Jiu'er, he smiled and explained naturally: "When you see my guests, they will be curious and want to explore their identities. When you see the paintings I hang on the wall, you will I want to see the content above clearly.

"This shows that you still have hope for this world. The truly desperate people... they don't care about anything anymore."

At this point, Amos sighed softly.

He raised his head somewhat melancholy, not knowing where to look.

His gaze is profound, and his heterochromatic pupils seem to reveal a magical charm that confuses people.

Or maybe... that's not an illusion.

They walked all the way to the fourth floor, and finally there were no more guests - it seemed that this place was not open to the public. There was an iron door between the third and fourth floors, which could only be opened with a key.

The fourth floor is Amos's painter, which is more like a luxurious living room.

It is covered with quite luxurious carpets, with many soft sofas and warm-toned wooden furniture. You can also see some toys placed alone in the corner of the room, but no children are playing with them.

At a tea table next to the hall, three men with long hair and sleepy white robes were sitting together with a somewhat reserved expression, chatting in a low voice.

When they saw Jiu'er, their faces suddenly became happy. There was a younger man who waved to Jiu'er.

"They are my friends who came before you to help me paint."

Amos followed Jiu'er's gaze and explained: "This is a big plan of mine... a feast for the hungry."

As he spoke, Amos walked to the wall and pulled the heavy [new] red cloth to both sides.

I saw many huge picture frames piled on the wall.

The painting shows some men with shabby clothes, haggard faces, and hungry eyes that are green. ~IndoMTL.com~ They looked outside the painting in different postures... Some were lying on the ground, some were huddled in the corner, some were bent over, rickets, and stretched out their necks to look forward, some were squatting on the ground, Like a dog.

It only takes one glance to tell.

They are all homeless people.

And there are three paintings...the people in those paintings look exactly the same as the three men in white robes chatting over there.

Just seeing these paintings, the three people trembled and couldn't help but look away. I dare not look at my own portrait.

Jiuer felt a little suffocated for a while.

The person in the painting is not beautiful, but it gave her an unforgettable visual impact...

Even the barrage was silent for a moment.

These seem to be not paintings at all, but solidified souls.

When Jiu'er saw it for the first time, she even thought it was a huge window... and these people were looking at herself outside the window in a chaotic space. It was as if I had been made smaller and was being stared at and considered by giants outside countless glass windows.

Just looking at it is enough to feel clear and incomparable fear.

She could even see these people shaking slightly, wailing silently, drooling, and staring at her hungrily.

Like a living creature.

Like a hungry ghost——

[Erosion degree: 3%]