The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 417: Mr. Detective’s Fear

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly and walked forward slowly.

He took a puff of cigarette and his thinking gradually became clearer.

Many pieces of intelligence quickly connected with each other in Annan's eyes.

——This may be the curse held by the owner of this dream.

Can smoking improve thinking ability? Or a pipe? Or inhaled some gas?

No...it doesn't matter.

Annan forced himself to use his perseverance to bring his thoughts back to the wrong direction.

Is this ability to go off topic also part of the curse?

Hmph.

"It's really amazing."

Annan chuckled softly and touched the stubble on his chin.

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

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

Annan stopped thinking again and reached out to lightly touch the white wall beside him.

——Sure enough, it’s not an illusion.

The moment he took it, Annan immediately recognized...the wall was soft.

Roughly speaking, it is the feeling of the skin on the upper arm of a girl between the ages of sixteen and twenty-two. Judging from the density of muscle and fat, her figure should not be skinny, but it is not obese either, just about slightly fat.

"...this kind of thinking ability."

When Annan realized that his mind was running at high speed, he immediately bit his lip.

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

Generally speaking, shouldn't it be 'lily color' or 'cream color'?

"There is only one reason. This is the first time I have entered the body of a transcendent whose thinking ability far exceeds my own body."

Annan said calmly: "Just like after I entered Bella's body, I also had the transformation ability and dynamic vision of a werewolf. After I got the detective's body, did I also have his thinking and judgment ability? ?

"I see, this is the deep mechanism of nightmares... No, I still have to concentrate. In other words, this deviation of attention is not due to the side effects of the curse, but because my will is not adapted to this. level of thinking speed, so after completing the thinking within the same thinking time, I subconsciously thought sideways——

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

“It’s because the observation ability of this body is too keen, so I instinctively made such an association.”

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

As expected... the feeling of touch is that of burnt skin.

He turned around and squinted at the trembling pure red curtain in the distance.

——That is really a very beautiful, very pure red.

If it is compared to a curtain on a stage, it does not have a heavy shadow; if it is compared to a silk skirt, it has no reflection.

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

Annan murmured calmly, using the way he spoke to limit his thinking speed: "When I reach the end, will the curtain turn into flames and block the intersection?

"But why are those curtains high up, but the scorch marks are on the side closer to the ground?"

Annan lightly stamped his foot.

The texture told him that the floor beneath his feet was very old. Because of the lack of moisture-proof treatment, it became very damp.

Memory fragments that are so rich cannot be fabricated out of thin air.

—So it’s different from Denton’s nightmare?

This is what Mr. "Detective" has experienced...

"...strange."

Annan murmured in a low voice: "Why is there no trap yet?"

According to his reasoning, this should be composed of one death chamber after another. And it is a fatal trap designed specifically for the characteristics of the nightmare master.

Just like Denton, a soul-stealing wizard who lacks direct attack methods - no living person appeared in his nightmares at all; and the continuous flushing of ice water prevented him from using complex spells; that eunuch's voice It may be his fear of corrupt men; the trap of slow death corresponds to Denton's overly conservative character.

——Yes, too conservative character.

Denton has controlled the fourth prince for several years. As long as he takes a little risk, he can try to control Henry VIII by design.

But he never left.

On the one hand, it was because he obeyed Fufu's orders, but on the other hand... it was probably because of his own caution. In other words, that hesitation that was almost timid.

So, this is the detective's fear of death.

What kind of trap will it be?

"I stood here thinking and collected so much information. But time seemed to have not passed at all. I even took a few steps forward before, but there was no reaction at all... I was too calm. ”

——It’s like deliberately letting me stay here to think.

...could it be said?

Annan suddenly felt nervous.

He no longer hesitated and suddenly ran forward quickly.

His boots clicked on the wooden floor, making a series of loud sounds.

There were no sudden attacks along the way, and everything around them was extremely calm.

But the sense of crisis in Annan's heart became stronger and stronger.

After he approached the pure red curtain, he did not try to get under it.

A silver, slender sharp blade poked out from Annan's fingers.

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

What he had seen before, the competition between young Annan and Dmitri, emerged in his mind.

Dmitry’s unique swordsmanship skills were also revived from the depths of Annan’s memory——

There is no crystal-colored frost covering the blade.

But the extremely light slash formed a perfect arc moon in the air.

Without damaging the [Sharp Object] blade, Annan cut off the curtain blocking the door completely with a few cuts.

As expected...these curtains burned instantly after falling to the ground, turning into a menacing flame. The uncut curtain in the air also burned, and the flames visible to the naked eye almost solidified, completely blocking the door.

Even if Annan retreated subconsciously, he still couldn't outrun the rapidly spreading fire.

The scorching heat was not an ordinary flame burning on the wooden floor... To describe it, it was like a match falling into gasoline flowing on the ground.

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

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

But even like this... I can't survive at all!

Just when Annan was thinking about how to escape ~IndoMTL.com~ another voice appeared in his mind:

Is Mr. Detective afraid of fire? Why? What's going on with the skin on the wall...

"——So long!!"

Annan gave a low drink and threw the pipe away.

The mental acceleration brought about by the pipe is irrelevant.

Compared with that, what is more important is——

While constantly stepping on the fire, he quickly took off his coat and put it roughly on his head with his left hand. In addition, he did not forget to put the remaining two silver coins into his trouser pocket.

There is no room for water, so just rush over!

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

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

There was no pain.

But the coat immediately burst into flames.

After Annan rushed through the door of flames, he quickly ran up the wooden steps behind the door. Without thinking, he took off his coat and swung it in the air a few times in an attempt to extinguish the flames.

Fortunately there were no flames on the steps.

But the more he shook it, the more intense the flame became.

What is the pattern... and what does this flame foreshadow? That corridor——

"Damn it...is this brain sick?"

Annan couldn't help but shout.

He threw the coat that could not be salvaged directly behind him, kicked open the wooden door, and raised the sharp object in his hand.

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

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 burning passenger ship.

(End of this chapter)