Chapter 40 The Second Cycle

Annan felt no fear at all.

So he didn't hesitate and just moved on.

But this time, when he was just halfway there, the chandelier directly above him suddenly shook violently.

It's like being blown by the wind.

The chandelier squeaked and swayed back and forth, making a shrill, tooth-ache.

Annan paused slightly, then continued to walk forward.

Five steps, six steps... seven steps!

When he took the seventh step, Annan heard the incomparably clear sound of the chain breaking.

With the choking sound of the chains being pulled, the chandelier behind him suddenly fell, fell to the ground, and shattered!

Annan clearly felt a hurricane coming behind him, like iron wire or something else scratching his back.

He suddenly felt a sharp, burning pain behind him... Without touching it with his hands, he knew that he must be bleeding.

But he still didn't look back.

He stood where he was, waited for a while with no expression on his face, and continued to walk until he left the gallery.

If Annan looked back at this time, or looked left and right. It can be found that the portraits staring at him from all directions are not the same face as the first time they passed the gallery.

They are male and female, old and young.

But they all turned into identical, expressionless faces.

Black hair and blue eyes.

Not the face of his body.

It was the face that belonged to Annan outside the copy!

Under the falling chandelier, a battered corpse was pressing down.

It was wearing gorgeous clothes that only nobles had, and the back of its head, neck, shoulders, and waist were all pierced by protrusions on the chandelier, and it lay silently under the chandelier with its limbs twisted.

It's like being killed by a falling chandelier.

——And its face is also Annan!

Watching Annan keep walking forward, never looking back. The corpse on the ground suddenly raised its head and looked at Annan in disappointment.

Then he made no sound and turned into a pool of black water together with the chandelier on his back.

Annan came to the L-shaped corridor for the second time. The difference this time with the first is that it is quite bright this time. The lampstands on both sides were quietly burning with flames, and the portraits were smiling gently and staring straight ahead.

"Hehehehe..."

Suddenly, Annan heard a low female laughter.

"who is it?"

He asked casually and had no intention of getting a response, so he continued to move forward.

And when he took two steps forward, he faintly heard the faint sound of a hammer hitting a nail. The further he moved forward, the clearer the voice was... the closer it was to him!

It was as if someone was lying behind Annan and hitting a nail on his head with a hammer!

Suddenly, the wall next to him suddenly cracked.

Huge hammer, smashing the wall directly!

Annan rushed forward without hesitation, and while dodging the blow, he quickly ran forward.

There was a sharp pain in his abdomen, and blood was oozing out, but Annan didn't hesitate at all. Because of the sound of hurried footsteps behind him.

He ran forward quickly, and his health flowed down at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he still didn't stop.

The first time he walked through the corridor that was less than thirty meters long, he now ran fifty or sixty steps.

When he turned the corner, the footsteps behind him stopped abruptly.

The light in front of him became stable again.

In the narrow room, it was almost the same as the first time, except that a bloody tan long trench coat hung on the coat rack. And in the collection display rack on the left, there is one more... tomato?

Annan was stunned for a moment.

He thought for a moment and wanted to take the tomatoes. But he stretched out his hand,

But he found that the display cabinet seemed to have an invisible glass wall, and although nothing could be seen, it blocked his outstretched hand.

Annan didn't hesitate and punched up. Smash the transparent wall first, then the exhibition cabinet. Annan, who has been smashing, has a headache, but there is still no change.

The tomato seemed to be mocking him, not moving or shaking.

"[Cannot open]...I see."

Annan murmured in a low voice, glanced at the bloody windbreaker, and put it on calmly.

His brain was spinning fast-

The average person is trapped in this nightmare because they can't be sure of the decisions they've made before. So they will repeatedly hesitate and make up their minds.

But Annan is different. Before he entered the dungeon, he had already set a strategy for himself:

When he knew his goals for the week, he would definitely follow the strategy strictly. He doesn't investigate anything except walk, he doesn't talk to anyone, he doesn't look at anything superfluous.

In this way, when he entered the goal of the second week, Annan could know that if he didn't investigate anything, he would definitely die.

Therefore, Annan will investigate all the things he encounters under the premise of the first week's purpose during the second week's purpose. And if he fails, it means he might die even if he investigates everything.

In other words, the first two weeks were what he used to gather information.

Annan's start this time is three weeks.

This means that, whether it's all investigation or none at all, you'll die when you're damned.

The purification rate of the copy also revealed some information.

38/350.

This means that Reverend Lewis has successfully purified thirty-eight nightmares. Although it may not be a perfect level, he has cleared it at least thirty-eight times... so it can't be particularly difficult.

And in this nightmare, the memory of failure will not remain.

In other words, those strategies were all summed up by Reverend Lewis, the "commonality" of his thirty-eight successes.

Reverend Lewis specifically mentioned that every time he tackled the nightmare, the scene he encountered would be slightly different. But he thought that as long as he followed these similarities and acted, he would be able to pass the customs... That's why he gave these strategies to Annan with confidence.

So, what do these strategies and bans have in common?

"—is [look]."

Whether it is "gazing" at a portrait, looking for a corridor with paintings (all portraits), or looking back and "looking", there is a direct relationship to observation.

Got the first and second experience.

In the third week, Annan remained fearless.

Now that he knows that he will not be able to clear the level if he does not investigate at all, and if he does not conduct all investigations... Then it means that the strategy of priest Lewis is at least not completely suitable for him.

Reverend Lewis must have a certain habit, which is different from Annan. He couldn't even realize that it was a habit that others didn't have. That's why he didn't write the strategy.

Annan had to do it on his own.

Annan touched the material of the trench coat.

Not surprisingly, a message box appeared in front of it:

【Blood-stained gown】

【Type: Material (Normal)】

[Description: A blood-stained old garment with a slit in the abdomen]

[Description: Observing the bloodstain, you realize that the owner of the clothes once had a knife in the abdomen]

"...A knife in the abdomen?"

Annan muttered.

He no longer hesitated to put on this dress.

He gestured and found that the scars on his abdomen matched.

"This is indeed 'my' clothes."

Annan concluded.

He no longer hesitated, and continued to move forward.

He opened the door again.

Back in the gallery again.

But this time, the gallery was dark and empty.

Suddenly, an electric light flashed outside the window.

In that flash of light, Annan could clearly see that countless ropes were hanging from the gallery, and picture frames were tied crookedly.

The next moment, a blast of thunder sounded!

The strong wind blew the window open instantly, and the cold and humid air immediately soaked into Annan's chest. Only then did he hear the sound of rain rushing outside the window.

Then the lightning fell again.

Before the thunder sounded.

But Annan saw what picture frames were tied under the slings—

It was one after another of corpses hanging from the beams!

With their heads lowered, they wore luxurious blood-soaked clothes and leather boots, their eyes were cloudy, their faces were puffy, and their bodies swayed in the wind.

Just before the light disappeared, Annan vaguely saw all the corpses, and the corners of his mouth were neatly raised slightly strangely.

no doubt.

- These are all Annan's corpses!