The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 94: Barrage protection…failed!
As the wandering child opened the door at the end of the corridor for the second time, he entered the third level of the nightmare.
The live broadcast screen suddenly started to shake.
The noise was accompanied by snowflakes, making his figure blurry.
The Yun strategy team watching the show outside Nightmare was a little flustered:
"——Is there a snowflake screen over there?"
"——There seems to be interference... Don't continue to rush forward, Child God, stop for a moment, stop for a moment!"
"——Come on, rush for me!"
"——Damn it, something just seemed to flash past my window..."
"I can't get enough of it either..."
The wandering child took a deep breath, grinned and covered the wound on his abdomen.
It's not that he didn't feel the pain before, but that he chose to endure it for a while and rush to the end in one breath.
It hurts even if it hurts a little bit, and it hurts even if it hurts vaguely all the time. It's better to run two steps quickly and push the plot forward quickly...
Wandering children have a clear positioning of themselves.
He has learned from the conductors that the memory will be reset after death in this copy, but the memory of the audience will not be reset.
So he decided to use his life to physically explore the grass to see if there was any death behind...
"How many people are there on the third floor now?"
The wandering child calmed down for a while, then reluctantly stood up and asked the barrage.
"——Only you."
"——Okay, okay, let's look for clues."
"——Chong, rush, rush, the child **** rushes to the master!"
"——Don't make trouble upstairs. If you make trouble again, I will go to your house to chat with you..."
The last barrage was obviously sent by Crazy Goose.
What he meant by this was not that he was looking for someone from his residence in Fengshui Port, but that he was going directly to the real person offline.
As a full-armor fighting enthusiast, this 1.9-meter bald man is obviously very intimidating from the style of his painting. As soon as he spoke, the spectators immediately looked serious and began to discuss the plot: "But I think about it, the child **** shouldn't be able to get away with it..."
"Fuck you sister, I'm still young, I can rush if I want."
The wandering child squirted casually.
Squinted his eyes and looked ahead.
In the nightmare on the second floor, the chandelier and the hammer were probably the ones that could cause death. However, at that time, he judged that the chandelier could not hit him, so he ran over at full speed without stopping. The same was true for the hammer...if he did not hesitate, he would not be injured at all.
As expected, he was unscathed.
But if he had stopped because of fear, he would have died.
But the third floor is different.
I saw that the brilliant lights in the gallery before were now all extinguished. It was pitch dark in the gallery, and only when there was thunder outside the window could one vaguely see something in front of him.
But fortunately, the terrain has not changed much.
"Brother, there seems to be something hanging over there..."
The wandering child mumbled and moved forward cautiously and cautiously.
Although he doesn't often play horror games, but according to the routine, the first two levels are not scary, and the third level should start to have high energy...
But this was a wasteland development, and without warning of the "high energy ahead", he felt very flustered.
When he walked into the hanging things and stared at them, he planned to take a look.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed outside the window.
His pupils trembled suddenly, and his whole body trembled.
Under the sudden flash of lightning, he could clearly see a picture frame, **** with countless ropes, hanging crookedly on the ceiling!
Each painting looks at itself.
Men, women, old and young are all different.
But they all looked at him with identical, exaggerated and weird smiles on their lips!
"Hahahahahahaha..."
"Hey hey hey..."
"Hmph..."
Different low laughter sounded from all directions at the same time.
The wandering child's scalp suddenly became numb, and he subconsciously stopped where he was, not daring to move forward.
——The next moment, a thunder exploded!
The laughter stopped abruptly.
The sudden strong wind blew open the window, and the cold and moist air blew over instantly, giving him a chill.
The sound of heavy rain outside the window sounded.
It was only then that the wandering child realized that his back was soaked.
This gust of cold wind blew by, making him obviously feel a cold feeling on his back, making him very uncomfortable.
He looked around cautiously, like a thief, took a step forward, looked around, and slowly approached the window.
"WDNMD, don't just watch, but send out barrages..."
His voice was trembling and his hands were shaking.
He now admits that he is a little scared...
Originally, the wandering child planned to close the window - he was worried that when he turned around while walking, he would see a black shadow silently stopping by the window.
But after he walked into the window, he found a letter outside the window.
The letter should have just been put up. Under the heavy rain, it was not completely wet yet.
The wandering child did not hesitate and quickly fished out the letter.
"At least I can operate it without any problem..."
He muttered, vaguely aware that something was wrong: "Hey, you guys are talking? Hey, can you hear me?"
Just then, a bunch of barrages suddenly appeared:
“——We keep talking, can’t you see?”
“——Brother’s cute barrage never stops.”
"——Blocked the barrage? The signal is not good?"
"Wait a minute, is the signal really bad?"
The wandering child has a toothache: "On the third floor, why are the barrage intermittent? Does anyone else have this situation?"
"——It's not the third level, Child God. It seems that the barrage will stop after triggering something."
Delicious Wind Goose suddenly posted a barrage.
Hearing this, the wandering child cheered up: "Oh! Then I understand, this is just like BGM. When the BGM suddenly stops, it means high energy!"
He suddenly felt new courage rising in his heart.
Since there is a high-energy early warning, he should not be frightened...
"——Open the letter, brother!"
"——6 what? I'm stunned."
"Okay, okay, let's tear it down now."
The wandering child reacted, and while opening the letter, he urged again: "Don't interrupt your barrage. If you don't know what to say, just send 11111..."
"——I am just pointing at you to cook, I would like to call you the rice king."
"——I can't stop it, you're almost making me laugh to death..."
Relying on the barrage to calm his shock, the wandering child slowly opened the letter.
At first, he was worried that there might be something written in blood on the letter, or something scary. But surprisingly, the letter contained serious content:
"On March 27th, follow Amos to Fort Ross to paint a painting for the Viscountess.
"Amos is in a very bad state today~IndoMTL.com~I'm a little uneasy. I've never seen him draw like this. Although I haven't learned to draw, generally speaking... I draw portraits of people. Do you need to draw the bones first?
"This painting makes me a little sick. The painting is indeed beautiful, but when I look at it, I always feel...
"It always feels like it is a corpse outside the glass window..."
The letter ends here.
It's like a page being torn out of a diary.
Suddenly, the wandering child froze.
He suddenly realized something and raised his head cautiously.
...Fortunately, no body suddenly appeared outside the window.
But he did not relax, but carefully closed the window and hung the lock carefully.
Then he looked back.
Lightning fell simultaneously.
He saw...
What kind of picture frames are tied under the hanging ropes——
Those are corpses hanging from the rafters!
They are different for men, women, old and young.
The head is lowered, the eyes are cloudy, the body is swaying in the wind, but a neat and weird smile hangs on the corner of the mouth.
They all looked at him.
They all looked at him.
Different low laughter surrounded him, fear rattling the wandering child's throat.
Suddenly, the wandering child noticed something.
"Shadow..."
My own shadow seems to be...
Exceptionally long?
The top of the shadow gradually bulges.
It’s like a person slowly lifting a huge hammer over his head——
He turned around suddenly.
All he saw was a pair of emotionless, green eyes.
Then, the glass window shattered.