The Righteous Player(s) - Chapter 1000

[Chapter 43 The Scarecrow]

“If Bernardino really said so…”

Annan muttered to himself, stood up from his seat, frowned slightly, and fell into serious thought.

With Bernardino almost persuaded… what happened to change the direction of his life?

Annan walked to the window and looked at the moon in the sky.

Judging from the position of the moon, it was about nine o’clock in the evening.

Annan walked around the room and found that there was really nothing except the bed and table.

Although there is a storage cabinet, there is no diary in it.

He was suddenly disappointed.

“This little Bell, it’s not as easy as Ailey.”

Annan clicked his tongue and pointed.

In this room, there is nothing in the storage cabinet – this should be to prevent him from wasting time here for no reason.

This arrangement reminded Annan of something.

“Come back to check… In other words, is intelligence gathering time-limited?”

Annan muttered.

It doesn’t have to be a time limit, it could also be a plot trigger… For example, when you find a place, Father Ludwig will suddenly come back.

This corresponds to two completely opposite search strategies.

If it is a time limit, then all he has to do is to complete the investigation as soon as possible, and try not to procrastinate; if it is triggered by an event, then he will have a lot more time, and the emphasis is to “try not to look back”.

As we all know, going back is a classic in horror games.

Fortunately, this trigger condition can be judged…

Annan slowly opened the door of the room.

The wooden door creaked sourly.

The corridor outside was dark, and the damp and cold sea breeze poured in from the outside and penetrated into his body.

…is there a window open?

Or is the door closed?

Annan had such thoughts in his mind.

He realized that he had misjudged at least one thing before…

Because he learned that Bernardino was the son of a fisherman, and smelled the sea breeze, he subconsciously thought that he was staying in Bernardino’s house before.

After all, the room also had a bed and a table. Although it was simple, it already met the basic requirements of a home.

But when Annan opened the door, he found that the house was unexpectedly large.

What he had just stayed was just a guest bedroom.

The house is even bigger than Amos and his family.

Just don’t know if there is a second floor and a basement.

It certainly couldn’t be Bernardino’s house…mostly Father Ludwig’s.

Although it is only a small remote fishing village, as a bishop and a former famous artist, it is normal for the decoration to be a little better.

Annan looked around and quickly found the location of the main entrance of the room.

He went to push the door and found that it couldn’t be opened.

After reconfirmation, Annan realized that the door had been locked from the outside.

Annan tried it himself and found that the door was indeed not easy to open.

The door was closed very tightly… Even when Annan pulled it hard, there was not even a slight shake.

Like it’s not a locked door, but an extra doorknob on the wall.

“…Understood, it’s a classic [can’t open].”

Annan looked back into the dark corridor and couldn’t help sighing.

Because he realized that the atmosphere was going to be ghosted soon…

In the very weak light, Annan could barely see a clock at the door.

He leaned over and looked carefully at the time.

The hour hand points to the space between nine and ten, and the minute hand happens to be opposite it.

This time, about nine seventeen.

Annan stood here, with his right hand on his left wrist, feeling the pulse, and waited quietly for a minute.

Then, he saw that the minute hand jumped one step forward.

After another minute, the minute hand jumped forward again.

Annan breathed a sigh of relief.

“Probably understand,

is a limited time mode.

”

He murmured in a low voice.

——Annan took a special look at the position of the moon and confirmed the approximate time just now, just for this.

First confirm the approximate time, then check whether the time on the clock is correct, and then check whether it turns.

If you are sure that time is indeed passing normally, check your pulse to see if the minutes are even.

Time does pass normally and precisely.

It can only be certain that at some point Father Ludwig will return and trigger the next stage of the plot.

Because if time goes on like this and the key story never triggers, it will eventually wait until dawn.

In that case, the logic of the plot would collapse.

In reenactment-type nightmares, death cannot preserve memory-no matter whether this is his first game or not, Annan must be prepared to clear the level with one life.

Then he will try to investigate as much useful information as possible within the priority time.

…let’s find the kitchen first.

Annan thought, and finally confirmed that the door was locked, and then walked slowly to the depths of the dark corridor.

The room was unnaturally dark.

In the previous bedroom, you could clearly see the moonlight.

The room wasn’t so dim either… But this corridor, and the living room at the end, was so dim that there was no light at all.

But if all the windows are sealed… Where did the damp and cold night wind come from?

As Annan advanced, the rustling rain gradually became clear.

It was raining outside—after walking in, Annan saw that it was also dark outside the corridor window.

It shouldn’t be leaking here, Annan thought.

He stepped forward, just about to investigate the window.

But at this moment, the window suddenly opened without warning—

The roar of the torrential rain, accompanied by the sudden influx of raindrops and entanglements, blew Annan’s upper body drenched.

He subconsciously wanted to reach out and close the window.

But at this moment, Annan’s intuition suddenly told him that something seemed to be moving outside.

This made his movements a little bit.

Annan was keenly aware that this intuition was unusual.

Because the body he uses now comes from Bernardino, who is thirteen or fourteen years old.

His perception attribute is probably not as good as that of mortals.

He couldn’t “intuitively” perceive anything…

Then it could only be that the nightmare itself wanted him to see.

Annan thought about it and chose to go with the flow.

He concentrated and looked out.

at this time.

The only thing I could hear was a bang and the thunder fell – as if the thunder exploded in front of my eyes, making Annan’s heart pound.

However, the flashing electric light, which was polished synchronously, illuminated the outside of the house.

Annan’s pupils tightened slightly.

Outside the window, there was a crooked, headless scarecrow.

It seems to be holding something spherical in its hands, and it is still swaying under the strong wind… The black liquid bundled into a strand under the rainstorm is dripping to the ground.

seem……

It’s a human head.

(End of this chapter)