The Righteous Player(s)

—Are you a murderer?

　　—What a coincidence, you are also a murderer?

　　 Hearing the wine, he even froze for a moment.

Is this a coincidence?

　　 Still inevitable?

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

　　 "I" looked inward through the window, and was drunk back.

　　 "I" took a knife and turned into the dwelling through the window.

　　 With blood dripping from the knife, the corpse fell to the ground, "I" held a heavy bag of silver coins in his hand, and smiled triumphantly.

　　 smiles sullenly like a hungry wolf.

　　—This "self" is the tramp "Amis"!

　　 And the look of the window is exactly the same as the posture I drew before!

　　 Jiuer was silent for a while, then whispered: "Actually, I too..."

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

　　 The three of them didn't know how to talk for a while.

　　 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 for the sake of being in a group, they would have to say "Me too" even if they didn't kill.

　　 Jiu'er looked at them, and recalled the painting that belonged to them both:

　　 The old man in the painting is not so old yet. He is crawling on the ground, blocking the alley door with vigilance like a dog. Behind him was a fat man with his throat cut and bleeding, richly dressed.

　　The middle-aged man in the painting looks red from drinking, holding a stone in his right hand, and wanting to smash it forward!

…Yes it is.

　　 Jiu'er's heart sank.

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

　　 Amos really met them by chance... instead of bringing them over on purpose?

　　 At this moment, the three of them suddenly heard a very miserable, crying wailing:

　　 "—Uh ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

　　 The sound approached quickly from far to near. 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 Jiuer and the middle-aged man walked to the door as soon as possible.

　　 But soon Jiuer realized that the old man hadn't followed, so he looked back.

　　 The first reaction of the old man was to find the empty wooden shelf supported by the wine, and after holding it with his hand, he kicked it hard and kicked it away. After a few more strokes, it turned into two long wooden handles with broken short handles.

　　 He had a slight meal when he saw Jiu'er approaching.

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

　　 He leaned over to Annan, did not look at him, but said very quietly: "You go ahead...I look at your back."

　　 Jiu'er nodded neatly.

　　 She naturally knows that this old man is not a good stubborn... It is actually quite unsafe to let him go last.

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

　　 Because after learning that the three were murderers, the trust relationship between them was already shaky.

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

The difference between 　　 and wandering children is...

　　 In her mission, there is no such thing as "to live".

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

　　—Even if that person is not herself.

　　 "Death at dawn..."

　　 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, start thinking and acting quickly, and even react faster than usual...

　　 Are people really forced out?

　　 At this moment, Jiu'er heard an unusually obvious sound of opening the door.

　　 That middle-aged person should be the best physical among them.

　　 He tried to open the door hard, pulling and pushing. The wooden door made a pitiful muffled noise, and was even pushed open a small slit several times and then closed again. It's like being hung by a slender and fragile door bolt, or someone on the other side wants to close the door desperately...

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

　　 Because of the three of them, they all heard the sound of eating outside the door very clearly.

　　 That person eats very fragrantly, even eating and drinking.

　　 even still chattering.

　　 Just listening to this movement makes Jiu Er's belly even more hungry...

"who is it?"

　　 The middle-aged man asked vigilantly.

　　 But the people outside seemed to ignore him completely, still snoring, eating, drinking and devouring.

　　 couldn't bear the pressure of fear, the middle-aged man couldn't help but opened the door.

　　 But the moment he pushed the door...

　　 The sound outside the door suddenly disappeared.

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

　　 is a very long and very long corridor, the corridor is pure red. Small paintings are hung on both sides, and between the paintings is a wall lamp on the wall.

　　 Jiu'er just wanted to go forward when she was stopped by the old man.

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

　　 Jiuer boldly squatted down and touched...

　　 She noticed that the blood was even warm.

　　 "I, I won't go out!"

　　 The middle-aged man who looked very courageous before suddenly frightened and screamed back, "If you want to go...you go!"

　　 Jiu'er and the old man persuaded for a while, but to no avail.

　　The middle-aged man made up his mind, but he didn't want to leave.

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

　　 They locked the middle-aged man in the house, and left the room alone with a wooden stick.

　　 "...Look at the painting."

　　 The old man squinted his triangular eyes and whispered to Jiu Er.

　　 Jiu'er looked up.

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

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

　　 Every painting has a subtle difference.

　　 seems to be a few seconds apart. I can see him running forward quickly.

　　 The paintings on both sides are like cameras with timed continuous shooting, and his every move is branded into the painting...

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

　　 Jiuer The two of them cautiously walked forward side by side. One was on the left and the other was on the right, both tacitly avoiding the blood stains in the middle.

　　 But they went out a long way, nothing happened.

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

　　 The surroundings of the painting are soaked with blood and flow downwards.

　　The more you move forward, the more blood stains...and the young man in the painting gradually became a running flesh and blood, and then gradually became a skeleton.

　　 The two of them walked to the end with fear.

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

　　 It is painted on the wall, it can be a fake door!

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

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

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

　　 is the voice of the middle-aged man!

　　 Ke Jiu'er turned around and was shocked.

　　 I only saw the paintings on both sides. I don't know when it became a portrait of "Amis" and the old tramp, smiling and looking at them!

　　 The paintings close to the two of them are bloody. Jiuer can vaguely see that the portraits in the distance seem to be quite normal...

　　 The next moment, the lights in the far side of the long corridor suddenly started to go out in pairs.

　　 is very slow at first, then it gets faster and faster from far to nearer.

　　 In the last blink, they were in total darkness—

　　 Before the wine screamed, the lights suddenly came on again.

　　 The end of the corridor has once again become the fake door of the T-shaped corridor...

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

It's just like…

　　 An hourglass turned upside down is like an hourglass.

　　 Jiu'er looked to both sides, and found that he was really back to where he started-there were no passages at all on both sides, and behind him was not a wall with painted doors...but a door with door handles and cracks.

　　 It’s as if they moved instantaneously back to the door of the studio where the middle-aged man screamed...

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

　　 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 pulling the door desperately.

　　 Suddenly, Jiuer heard the sound of liquid flowing.

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

　　 like saliva...

　　 There was very little at first, but then the blood roared violently, pouring out from around the crack of the door, as if to drown everything—

　　 "—Uh ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

　　 The old homeless man was so frightened that he screamed, UU reading www.uukanshu.com ran towards the false gate at the end without looking back.

　　 because he knows—

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

　　 From there, there may be a way to escape!

　　 Jiu'er originally wanted to run with him.

　　 But she suddenly saw a line of barrage:

　　 "—How come you look like that young man?"

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

　　 Jiuer's heart moved.

　　 So she didn’t run forward...

　　 Instead, ignoring the sea of ​​blood that had submerged to his waist, he stretched out his hand and carefully touched both sides of the wall.

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

　　 Because, it’s not the touch of the wall.

　　 That is the touch of drawing paper.

　　 and it's hollow.

　　 I'm afraid this is not a projected phantom—

　　 "You **** know how to play!"

　　 Jiu'er finally couldn't stand it, screaming and cursing, venting the fear and anger in his heart.

　　—She didn’t hesitate anymore, raised the wooden stick and poked it hard against the wall!

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