The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 138

—Are you a murderer?

—Coincidentally, you are also a murderer?

Jiu Er was stunned for a moment in the conversation.

Is this a coincidence?

Or is it inevitable?

At this moment, a scene suddenly flashed in her mind.

“She” looked inward through the window and was shooed away.

“She” took a knife and got in through the window.

The knife was dripping with blood, and the body fell to the ground. “She” held a heavy bag of silver coins in her hand and smiled triumphantly.

She smiled sullenly like a hungry wolf.

—This “self” was the homeless man “Amis”!

Worse still, the look of climbing through the window was the same as the posture Painter Amos drew!

Jiu Er went silent for a while, then replied in a low volume, “Actually, I too…”

Hearing Jiu Er's expected answer, the middle-aged man and the old man came into silence.

The three of them were rendered speechless for a while.

They didn't know whether to trust each other or not.

But Jiu Er knew that if she didn't tell the truth at this time, the other two would grow suspicious of her. So, to belong here, she would even say “Me too” even if she did not kill someone.

Jiu Er looked at the rest and recalled the painting that belonged to them both.

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

The middle-aged man in the painting looked flushed from drinking, holding a stone in his right hand, wanting to smash it forward heavily!

…Indeed. Jiu Er's heart sank.

With no surprises, this should be what they looked like when they committed murder.

Did Amos meet them by chance… instead of bringing them here on purpose?

At this moment, the three of them suddenly heard a miserable wail,

“—Ughah~!“

The sound approached quickly from far to near. But it stopped abruptly in front of the door.

—It was the voice of the young man who just left!

The three of them looked at each other. Then, Jiu Er and the middle-aged man walked to the door as soon as possible.

But soon, Jiu Er realized that the old man hadn't followed, so she looked back.

The old man's first reaction was finding the empty wooden shelf that Jiu Er was supporting her. After holding it firmly with his hand, he kicked it hard. Then, after a few more violent pulls, the old man got himself two long wooden sticks with broken short handles.

He saw Jiu Er approaching and paused slightly.

The old man looked at Jiu Er with his squinted eyes and silently handed the other weapon over.

He leaned over to Jiu Er and didn't look at her but whispered, “You go ahead. I will guard you from the back.”

Jiu Er nodded.

She naturally knew that this old man was not a kind soul. Having the old man going last was risky.

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

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

Jiu Er's mission goal was to let at least one person live until dark.

The difference she had from Wandering Child was…

In her mission, there was no such thing as “survival.”

In other words, as long as one person escapes, it will be her victory.

—Even if that person was not her.

“Death by Daylight…” Jiu Er murmured.

She didn't like playing this game because fear always got her, and then she lost her mind.

But she never expected that after she entered a horror game, yet she would be able to maintain her sanity. Instead, she started thinking and acting quickly and even reacted faster than her usual self.

Are human's potential forced out like this?

At this moment, Jiu Er heard the door opening sound.

That middle-aged person should have the best physique among them.

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

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

Because the three of them all heard the eating sound from outside the door.

The man munched happily, eating and drinking.

It even became noisy as well.

Just listening to these actions made Jiu Er's stomach even hungry.

“Who is it?”

The middle-aged man asked vigilantly.

But the people outside seemed to ignore him completely, still wolfing down the food.

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

But the moment he pushed the door…

The sound outside the door suddenly disappeared.

In front of them, it was not the hall. To be more precise, it wasn't the original hall…

It became a long corridor that was pure red. Small paintings were hung on both sides. There was a wall lamp in between the paintings for each section on the wall.

Jiu Er just was about to go forward, but the old man stopped her.

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.

Jiu Er boldly squatted down and touched it.

She noticed that the blood was warm.

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“I'm not going there!”

The middle-aged man, who looked courageous previously, was frightened up; he screamed and backed away, “If you want to go, you go!”

Jiu Er and the old man persuaded the middle-aged man for a while but to no avail.

The middle-aged man made up his mind that he won't 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 him alone in the room, with each wielding a wooden stick.

“…Look at the painting.”

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

Jiu Er assessed her surroundings.

Many picture frames were found hanging on both sides of the corridor, depicting the same person.

—It was the young man who just left.

Every painting had a subtle difference.

It seemed to be a few seconds apart. Then, the duo noticed the young man was running forward quickly.

The paintings on both sides were like cameras with timed continuous shooting mode, and the young man's every move was branded into the painting.

Blood fell on the floor in the middle of each painting intermittently.

Jiu Er and the old man walked forward side by side cautiously. One was on the left, and the other was on the right, tacitly avoiding the bloodstains in the middle.

But they went far away, and nothing happened.

It was just that the paintings on both sides were getting scarier.

Blood seeped from the painting's back, flowing downward.

The more they went forward, the more blood would be stained. The young man in the painting gradually turned into a running clump of flesh and then gradually turned into a skeleton.

The duo walked to the end with trepidation.

But suddenly, the duo discovered that the door at the end was fake.

It was a painted door on the wall, a fake door!

This end of the corridor was the midpoint of a T-shape!

Looking to both sides from the fake door's location, the duo noticed two different corridors and two half-open doors.

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

It was the middle-aged man's voice!

But when Jiu Er turned around, she was taken aback.

The paintings on both sides became portraits of “Amis” and the old homeless man smiling sinisterly!

The paintings near the two of them became bloody. Jiu Er could vaguely see that the portraits in the distance seem to be quite normal.

At the next moment, the lights in the far end of the long corridor suddenly began to go out in pairs.

The candlelights across the corridor extinguished slowly at first, and then it got faster and faster.

In the blink of an eye, the duo was engulfed in total darkness.

Before Jiu Er screamed, the candlelights suddenly lit again.

At the end of the corridor, it became the fake door of the T-shaped corridor again.

It was as if they just left the room and hadn't gone anywhere.

It was just like…

An hourglass that was turned upside down.

Jiu Er looked to both sides and found that she was back to where she started. There were no passages at all on both sides. Behind her was not a wall with a painted door but a door with door handles and gaps.

It was as if they moved back to the door of the studio where the middle-aged man screamed just now.

But at this moment, the door behind them was closed tightly.

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

Suddenly, Jiu Er heard the sound of liquid flowing.

Bright red blood began to overflow from the door's crack.

Like saliva…

It was little at first, but then the blood seeped out violently, pouring out from all the door's crack as if to drown everything.

“—Ughah~!“

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

Because he knew-

Although it was a fake door, there should be this T-shaped corridor end revealing two passages!

From there, there might be a way to escape!

Jiu Er originally wanted to run with the old man.

But she suddenly saw a line of bullet text,

“How come the old man ran like that young man?”

Wait, will all this be an illusion?

Jiu Er was alerted.

So she didn't run forward.

Instead, she ignored the sea of ​​blood that reached waist level. Then, she reached out her hand and carefully touched both sides of the wall.

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

Because it didn't give off the sensation of the wall.

It felt like touching the drawing paper.

And it was hollow too.

What happened could have been a projected illusion.

“You fucking know how to mess with us!”

Jiu Er finally couldn't stand it. She cursed out loud, venting the fear and anger in her heart.

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

Chapter end