Chapter 135 The Gate of Hungry Ghosts

Hey, this hair and eyes...

Annan keenly noticed that Amos's eyes were green and blue, like a Persian cat.

Could it be that Amos in this level has already obtained a part of Ellie's body?

Annan immediately realized that the timeline of this copy should be chaotic.

The time here should be after June and before November.

Annan still remembered that in addition to the stillborn bottle of wine in Amos' basement, there were still many skeletons. Most of these skeletons come from "missing homeless people".

——That is the role that Jiu'er is now playing.

Unexpectedly, this theoretically simpler and more orderly second-level nightmare, but the timeline is later than the third-level...

...but it is.

The nightmare of entering the negative level from the first level is even the end.

In terms of time, it is the most backward... It didn't even enter the memory at all, but was directly caught up by Brother Sledgehammer and played GG.

But unfortunately, when Jiu'er entered the nightmare, he did not get this information.

Otherwise, she would realize for the first time who she was playing—

[Entered the gallery: Feast of the Hungry (Second Floor)]

[Main quest: Play the tramp "Amis"]

Immediately, a large piece of small characters quickly appeared below this line of words:

【Complete the portrait painting】

【Meet the other three homeless people】

[At least one person survived until dark]

What does it mean?

Seeing the side quest "At least one person survives until dark", Jiu'er felt a shiver in his heart.

She looked up subconsciously.

Judging from the brilliance of the sunlight, it is now about noon.

Because he is a homeless person, Jiu'er can't judge whether the hunger in his stomach comes from not eating lunch or not eating much for several meals, so he can't judge the approximate time interval at the first time.

The painter in front of her, Amos, showed an elegant and calm smile, and stretched out his hand to himself: "If you come to help me paint a picture, I will ask you to take a hot bath and give you clean clothes, And take care of your diet for three days...how?"

In all fairness, this is indeed a very favorable condition...

—If he hadn't been sneaking a prank.

"But, but... sir..."

Jiu'er imitated the tone of a homeless man and said tremblingly, "I can't draw..."

"No no no, you don't need to paint. You just stand in front of the canvas and wait for me to paint you... Soon, about—well, two hours."

Amos took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, then showed a refreshing smile: "Is it ok to stay still for two hours? It's half past one... It'll be half past three."

Jiu'er's heart sank slightly.

Drawing until half past three...

It was only about two hours before it got dark.

In other words, I probably won't be able to make it to dinner...

From the completion of the portrait painting,

For the next two hours, I am afraid it will be a battle royale.

Jiu'er's thoughts turned around, but the reaction was also very fast. He lowered his head and replied submissively at the first time: "Okay, sir..."

He followed Amos and was led by his shoulders into the gallery not far away.

It was rented or bought by Amos, a rather large and imposing art gallery.

But seeing the wine inside the gallery, I almost committed PTSD:

Because this gallery is exactly the same as the gallery she just walked through!

The only difference is that on both sides of the circular gallery, there are really two spiraling stairs... and the end of the gallery - the door that players enter the next floor every time, it seems that it should be Point in the direction of the exit.

Jiu'er moved in his heart.

Could it be... is Amos actually trying to escape the gallery?

Fortunately, it's not like the eerie silence and gloom of the galleries in nightmares.

Not only is it brightly lit, but some well-dressed guests even come in and out, stopping in front of some portraits.

They saw that Amos came in with a sour and stinky tramp, but they were not surprised at all, and just greeted Amos warmly:

"Master Amos!"

"Master, good noon!"

"May the Silver Lord bless you, Lord Morrison."

And Amos just smiled and greeted them: "Well, how are you."

His body is tall and straight, his smile is elegant and calm, and his body seems to be shining with confidence, which is extremely dazzling. The moment it appeared, it became the focus of the audience.

Even a little... not like a mortal.

If he appeared at the same time as other painters, I am afraid that people will notice Amos at first sight; even people who do not know him, just look at him and realize that this is a very honorable guest.

The strong self-confidence aura on him is like a big star who is always surrounded by fans.

In the third-layer dream, Amos, the amiable father who painted for Elle, is almost no longer alone...

After leaving the crowd, Amos asked Jiu'er in a gentle tone, "You haven't been out for a long time, have you?"

Jiu'er was startled and almost shivered.

She forced herself to calm down and tried her best to put on a panicked look: "You... how did you know?"

"Because I see hope in your eyes."

Like a poet, Amos said softly in a melodious tone: "Such a beautiful light... It will not appear in the eyes of those who have completely lost hope in life."

Looking at Jiu'er, who was a little dazed, he smiled and explained naturally: "When you see my guests, you will be curious and want to explore their identities. When you see my paintings on the wall, you will want to see them. Clear the above content.

"This shows that you still have hope in this world. People who are really desperate... they don't care about anything anymore."

Having said that, Amos sighed softly.

He raised his head sadly, not knowing where to look.

His eyes were deep, and the strange-colored pupils seemed to reveal a demagogic charm.

Or...that's not an illusion.

They went all the way to the fourth floor, and finally there were no guests - it seems that this place is not open to the public. There is an iron door between the third and fourth floors, which can only be opened with a key.

The fourth floor is the painter of Amos, which is more like a luxurious living room.

Inside is a rather luxurious carpet, lots of plush sofas and wood furniture in warm tones. Some toys can also be seen alone in the corner of the room, but no children are playing.

At a tea table next to the hall, three sleepy men in white robes with slightly longer hair were sitting together with a somewhat restrained expression, chatting in a low voice.

When they saw Jiu'er, their faces suddenly became happy. A younger man also waved at Jiu'er.

"They were friends who came to help me paint before you."

Following Jiu'er's gaze, Amos explained, "This is a big plan of mine... A feast for the hungry."

With that said, Amos walked to the wall and tore the thick [new] red cloth to both sides.

I saw many huge picture frames stacked on the wall.

There are men in shabby clothes, haggard faces and green eyes from hunger. They looked out of the painting in different postures... Some were lying on the ground, some were curled up in the corner, some were bent, hunched, and their necks stretched to look forward, and some were squatting on the ground like a dog.

You can see it at a glance.

They are all homeless.

And there are three paintings... The people on the paintings look exactly the same as the three men in white robes chatting over there.

Just seeing these paintings, the three of them shivered and couldn't help turning their heads away. I dare not look at my own portrait.

The wine felt a little suffocated for a while.

The people in the painting are not beautiful, but they give her an unforgettable visual impact...

Even the barrage was silent for a moment.

These seem to be not paintings at all, but rather frozen souls.

When Jiu'er saw it for the first time, she even thought it was a huge window... and these people were looking at themselves outside the window in a chaotic space. It was as if he had been made smaller, stared and scrutinized by giants outside countless glass windows.

Just looking at it is enough to feel the fear so clearly.

In a trance, she could even see these people shaking slightly, mourning silently, staring at herself with saliva and hunger.

like living things.

Like a hungry ghost—

[Erosion degree: 3%]