The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 41: Gallery: Ellie Morrison

Seeing about twenty of them hanging on the ceiling, Annan had no expression on his face.

I even wanted to laugh a little bit.

"...That's it?"

Annan was a little disappointed.

This is not really a matter of his courage, nor is it a matter of his lack of fear...

From an objective point of view, Annan knew what was scary about this - in principle, Annan was entering someone's nightmare. In other words, in the copy, he is playing the role of this man who is suspected to be a painter and was stabbed.

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

For real indigenous NPCs, this trick may make their hair stand on end, causing them to feel confused as to whether I am in a nightmare. But it means nothing to the players.

It's even hilarious.

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

If these hanging things are Annan before the time travel, or the players' bodies, they might be able to scare the players into cardiac arrest.

But the characters they created are scratched here like bacon. Players who may have slower reactions and poor understanding will be shocked when they first see the corpse. You may not be able to get the horror of this scene even if you walk there, and you have to wait until you exit the dungeon to have someone explain it to you...

It can be said that a horror game that requires other people to explain to understand what is scary is quite humorous.

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

Then there was a flash of light, and Annan saw that the corpses had turned back into tied portraits, as if it was just an illusion before.

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

So he asked sincerely and politely: "Is there anything else?

"Leave without me?"

Under the watchful eyes of more than twenty swaying portraits, Annan passed the gallery briskly.

The L-shaped corridor became dim again.

The only difference is that there is a gap in the wall - exactly where a hammer suddenly appeared and smashed the wall open.

Although the gap is not big, it is still big enough for one person to pass through.

After Annan walked over, he took a look inside.

What surprised him was that there was a narrow passage here. It only allows one person to pass, and it would be very crowded if two people walked abreast.

At the end of the narrow passage is a wooden door... exactly the same as the door he saw in the last room during his previous two cycles.

——[At all forks in the road, go to the side with the paintings]

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

Annan murmured.

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

The only difference is that there are no weird portraits hanging on both sides of the L-shaped corridor this time.

At the end of the narrow passage, there is only one painting. On the left side of the door leading to the next cycle, there is also a picture frame that Annan can't see clearly for the time being.

——Probably going this way.

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

He heard "himself" let out a low groan of pain, breathing heavily. The wounds on the abdomen seemed to be torn open as a result.

His body seemed out of control.

In other words... He seemed to have entered a cutscene, and his body started to move on its own.

Are you ready to clear the level?

Or... is this just the beginning?

Although he was stabbed in the abdomen, Annan had never cried out in pain before, let alone made such an embarrassing sound. His walking frequency was also very close, and his body had always been maintained in a state that could prevent the wound from worsening. The attitude of moving forward at the fastest speed.

Like a machine, precise and elegant.

But now his pace is getting slower and slower, and he also makes some meaningless movements because of the pain, and even staggers a little - this will undoubtedly further worsen the wound.

"Buckle...please..."

He murmured in a low voice, and suddenly there was a surge in his throat. He coughed violently, and the wound on his abdomen was further torn. So he staggered and fell to his knees.

He felt a strong suffocation.

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

"Ah...ah..."

He made a sound of extreme fear, a gurgling sound in his throat.

Because he saw clearly that it was not phlegm.

But an eyeball.

A very complete eyeball with beautiful green pupils——

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

He whispered again, stumbling to stand up. But because the corridor was too narrow and slippery, there was nowhere for him to catch the ball, and there was severe pain in his abdomen. It was difficult just to get up.

So after trying it twice, he simply crawled on the ground with difficulty.

But Annan heard the footsteps very keenly.

Very light footsteps.

He was crawling on the ground, crawling forward like a dog - where did the footsteps come from?

It's behind you.

Annan reacted quickly.

There is a person quietly and quietly following behind me...

But "he" still seemed to be distracted, crawling forward with difficulty on the ground, breathing heavily and making painful low sounds from time to time.

It took him a long time to climb just a dozen steps.

Until he touched the door, he was almost ecstatic.

"Ah...haha...ha..."

Half-crying, half-laughing, he raised his upper body, trying to open the door and return to the gallery, which was wide enough for people to stand up and walk at least.

But his smile quickly solidified.

Because the door is locked.

Cannot open.

Cannot be opened at all.

He tried hard and panicked the handle, but found that it couldn't be moved at all.

The door was locked at the other end.

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

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

Someone is behind you!

And the top of the shadow gradually bulged.

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

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

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

But Annan still remembers it.

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

"...Don't look back, right."

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

He saw clearly.

It was a girl about ten years old, with blond hair and blue eyes. She was sitting on the bed, wearing a white dress with lace lantern sleeves on her arms. The dress covered half of her thighs, exposing her smooth knees.

She smiled cutely and looked away from the portrait.

Only a little weird.

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

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

"...Don't move, Ai Lei."

He suddenly heard a somewhat familiar voice.

It seems to be... the painter's voice.

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

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

He found that his perspective was slightly lowered, and he was sitting on a soft bed - at least much softer than the bed in Salvatore's room.

And he felt something like lace on the cuffs, and he roughly guessed that he might have entered the body of the girl in the painting.

The person opposite him should be the painter who was stabbed in the abdomen.

He is about thirty years old now, with brown hair, blue eyes, and some stubble, which seems to be an unshaven beard. But he still looks very handsome and personable, and is in very good spirits.

...Wait, brown hair and blue eyes?

Annan was silent for a moment and looked at the painter with pitiful eyes.

"Smile~IndoMTL.com~Ai Lei."

The male painter raised his voice with some dissatisfaction.

That's when.

A system prompt finally appeared in Annan's eyes.

It was only then that he finally received the belated main mission:

[Entered Gallery: Elle Morrison (Third Floor)]

[Main mission: Play as Ellie Morrison until tomorrow morning]

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

【Complete the portrait】

[Exploring the secrets of Amos Morrison]

【Live】

Seeing the main quest prompt, Annan immediately understood everything:

What the hell...

Pastor Lewis has no system, and the strategy is indeed not reliable at all...

——That gallery is a very selective place! Every time you pass through a door, it means entering the next level...and looking at the portrait is the key to unlocking the deep nightmare!

He finally knew how he died in the last two weeks.

I am afraid that he did not survive from the gallery to the end and entered the last few levels. In theory, it is the highest difficulty dungeon that requires [gold level and below] to conquer.

Pastor Lewis is probably the typical player who "still doesn't understand what the plot is after completing the game"...

Under the increasingly dissatisfied gaze of Amos Morrison, Annan smiled sweetly before urging him a third time.

"Okay, Dad."

He imitated the tone of Elle Morrison before and said exactly the same words, so similar that they were almost creepy.

Unfortunately, Mr. Amos, who was opposite Annan, didn't realize anything. He only felt a chill on his back.