The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 138: Hourglass Corridor

——Are you a murderer?

——What a coincidence, you are also a murderer?

Jiuer was even stunned for a moment when he heard this.

Is this... a coincidence?

Or inevitable?

At this moment, a picture suddenly flashed in her mind——

"I" opened the window and looked in, but was shouted back.

"I" took a knife and climbed into the house through the window.

The knife was dripping with blood, and the body fell to the ground. "He" held a heavy bag of silver coins in his hand, showing a proud smile.

A sinister smile like a hungry wolf.

——This "self" is none other than the tramp "Amis"!

And the posture holding the window open is exactly the same as the posture I drew before!

Jiuer was silent for a while, then replied in a low voice: "Actually, I am too..."

Hearing Jiu'er's expected answer, the middle-aged and old people fell silent.

The three of them didn't know how to speak for a moment.

I don’t know if I can trust other people...

But Jiu'er knew that if they didn't tell the truth at this time, the two of them would be more likely to doubt themselves - even if it was just to join the group, they would have to say "me too" even if they didn't kill anyone.

Jiuer looked at them and recalled the painting belonging to the two of them in his mind:

The old man in the painting is not that old yet. He is lying on the ground, guarding the entrance of the alley like a dog. Behind him was a fat man with his throat cut and bleeding, and he was dressed in rich clothes.

The middle-aged man in the painting looks like his face turned red after drinking. He is holding a stone in his right hand and wants to throw it forward heavily!

…Yes.

Jiuer's heart sank.

If nothing else, this should be what they looked like when they killed someone.

Did Amos really meet them by chance... instead of deliberately luring them here?

At this moment, the three of them suddenly heard an extremely miserable, crying and wailing sound:

"——Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

The sound approached rapidly from far away. But it stopped abruptly in front of the door.

——This is the voice of the young man who just left!

The three of them looked at each other, and Jiu'er and the middle-aged man immediately walked towards the door.

But soon Jiuer realized that the old man had not followed, so he looked back.

The old man's first reaction was to find the empty wooden shelf that Jiu'er was holding on to. After holding it with his hands, he kicked it away with two strong feet. After a few more hands, it turned into two long wooden handles with broken short handles.

When he saw Jiu'er coming over, he paused slightly.

The old man looked at the wine with his narrowed triangular eyes, and silently handed over the other one.

He came close to Annan, without looking at him, but said in a very low voice: "You walk in front... I will watch behind you."

Jiuer nodded crisply.

She naturally knew that this old man was not a good person... It was actually quite unsafe for him to be the last one.

But even if she knew it in her heart, she couldn't say it at this time.

Because after learning from each other that the three of them were murderers, the trusting relationship between them was already shaky.

And Jiu'er's mission goal is... to let at least one person survive until dark.

The difference from wandering children is...

There is no "survive" in her mission.

In other words, as long as the fire can be retained. As long as one person can escape... it is her victory.

——Even if that person is not herself.

"Dead by Daylight..."

Jiuer murmured.

She doesn't like playing this game very much...because she always feels inexplicable fear suddenly and then loses her mind.

But she never expected that after she really entered the world of horror games, she would be able to maintain her sanity and start to think and act quickly, even reacting much faster than she usually does...

Are all people really forced out?

At this time, Jiuer heard an unusually obvious sound of opening the door.

That middle-aged man should be the one with the best physical fitness among them.

He tried hard to open the door, pulling and pushing. The wooden door made a pitiful muffled sound, and was even pushed open a small crack several times before being closed again. It's like being caught on a thin and fragile door bolt, or someone on the other side trying to close the door with all his strength...

Suddenly, the middle-aged man's movements stopped.

Because the three of them very clearly heard the sound of eating coming from outside the door.

That man ate very well, even eating and drinking.

Even still chirping.

Just listening to this noise makes Jiuer feel hungrier...

"Who is it?"

The middle-aged man asked warily.

But the people outside the door seemed to ignore him completely, and were still eating, drinking and gobbling.

Unable to bear the oppression of fear, the middle-aged man couldn't help but push the door open.

But the moment he pushed the door open...

The sound outside the door suddenly disappeared.

And what was in front of them was not a hall. In other words, it is not the original hall...

It is an extremely long corridor, and the corridor is pure red. The two sides are covered with very small paintings, and between the paintings are wall lamps on the wall.

Just as Jiu'er was about to move forward, she was stopped by the old man.

She looked down and saw a pool of sticky blood at the door. In the corridor, there was also a lot of blood dripping on the ground.

Jiuer was bold enough to squat down and touch it...

She noticed that the blood was even warm.

"I, I'm not going out!"

The middle-aged man who seemed very courageous before suddenly became scared and screamed back: "If you want to go... you go!"

Jiuer and the old man persuaded each other for a while, but to no avail.

The middle-aged man made up his mind and just didn’t want to leave.

The two of them looked at each other and decided to go out and take a look.

They locked the middle-aged man in the room, and each of them left the room with a wooden stick.

"...Look at the painting."

The old man narrowed his triangular eyes and whispered to Jiu'er.

Jiuer raised his head and took a closer look.

I found a large number of picture frames hanging on both sides of the corridor, depicting the same person.

——That's the young man who just left here.

Each painting is subtly different.

It seems like they are separated by a few seconds. You can see him running forward quickly.

The paintings on both sides are like cameras set up with timed continuous shooting, imprinting his every move in the painting...

The blood stains fell on the floor in the middle of each painting, intermittently.

Jiu'er and the others cautiously walked forward side by side. One person sticks to the left and the other sticks to the right, both of them tacitly avoiding the bloodstain in the middle.

But they walked far away and nothing happened.

It’s just that the paintings on both sides are getting more terrifying...

Blood stains were soaked around the painting and flowing downward.

The further we walked, the more blood stains became... and the young man in the painting gradually turned into a running flesh and blood, and then gradually turned into a skeleton.

The two of them walked to the end in fear.

——But suddenly discovered that the door at the end was fake.

That is a fake door painted on the wall that can look like the real thing!

The real end is actually the midpoint of a T-shaped corridor.

Looking to both sides from the false door, you can see two different corridors...two half-open doors.

Just as the two of them were discussing in low voices how to go, a scream suddenly came from behind them.

It’s that middle-aged man’s voice!

As soon as Jiuer turned around, he was shocked.

The paintings on both sides turned into portraits of "Amis" and the old tramp looking at the two of them with a smile at some point!

The painting close to the two of them was **** and bloody. Jiu'er could vaguely see the portrait in the distance, but it seemed quite normal...

The next moment, the lights in the distance of the long corridor suddenly began to go out in pairs.

Slowly at first, then faster and faster from far to near.

In the last blink of an eye, they were in darkness——

Before Jiuer could scream in surprise, the lights suddenly turned on again.

The end of the corridor once again turned into the false door of the T-shaped corridor...

It's as if they still just left the room and haven't gone anywhere.

It's like...

It looks like an hourglass turned upside down.

Jiu'er looked to both sides and found that he was really back to the starting position - there were no passages on both sides at all, and there was no wall with doors painted behind him... but a door with a door handle and a crack. .

It was as if they had teleported back to the door of the studio where the middle-aged man had just left and screamed...

But at this moment, the door behind him is closed.

The old man tried hard to open the door, but he couldn't open it at all. It was like someone on the opposite side was desperately holding the door open.

Suddenly, Jiuer heard the sound of liquid flowing.

Bright red blood began to overflow from the crack in the door.

Like saliva...

It was very little at first, but then the blood roared and poured out from around the crack in the door, as if it was going to drown everything——

"——Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

The old homeless man was so frightened that he screamed ~IndoMTL.com~ and ran towards the false door at the end without looking back.

Because he knows——

Although it is a fake gate... there should be T-shaped passages on both sides!

From there, there might be a way to escape!

Jiuer originally wanted to follow him.

But she suddenly saw a line of barrage:

"——Why do you look so similar to that young man?"

...Wait, could this all be an illusion?

Jiuer's heart moved.

So she didn’t run forward...

Instead, he ignored the sea of ​​blood that had reached his waist and reached out to both sides of the wall to touch carefully.

Although she touched something, she suddenly calmed down and was no longer afraid at all.

Because that's not how the wall feels.

That's the feel of drawing paper.

And it's hollow.

I’m afraid this is not a projected illusion——

"You're really good at playing!"

Jiu'er finally couldn't bear it anymore and screamed and cursed, venting the fear and anger in his heart.

——She no longer hesitated, raised the wooden stick and stabbed it hard against the wall!

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