Super Righteous Player
Chapter 95 - 94 Barrage Bodyguard... Failure!_1

Chapter 95: Chapter 94 Barrage Bodyguard... Failure!_1

As the Wandering Child opened the door at the end of the corridor for the second time, he entered the third layer of the nightmare.

The live streaming suddenly started shaking.

Noise, accompanied by static, blurred his figure.

The Cloud Strategy Team watching from outside the nightmare grew slightly anxious:

"--Is your screen getting snowy too?"

"--Seems like there’s interference... Don’t charge ahead anymore, Kid God, just stop for a bit, stop!"

"--Charge, come on, do it for your pops!"

"--Damn it, I just saw something flash outside my window..."

"I can’t keep charging either sss..."

The Wandering Child sucked in a breath of cold air and grimaced as he clutched his abdominal wound.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t felt the pain before, he had just chosen to endure it and make a dash for it in one go.

Whether it hurts for a moment or it hurts incessantly, it’s all pain in the end. Might as well run a few quick steps and advance the plot...

The Wandering Child was very clear about his role.

He had already learned from the commander and the elders that dying in this instance would reset his memory, but the audience’s memory would not reset.

So, he figured he might as well use his own life to physically scout the bushes to check for any death flags ahead...

"How many people are in the third layer now?"

The Wandering Child took a moment to recover before he managed to straighten up and asked the chat.

"--Just you alone."

"--That’s enough, start looking for clues."

"--Charge, charge, charge, Kid God keep on charging for me!"

"--The guy above, stop messing around, if you keep it up, I’ll come to your house and have a chat with you..."

The last comment was clearly sent by Crazy Goose.

What he meant was not to search from his residence in Frostwater Harbor, but to go in person offline.

As a one-meter-ninety bald enthusiast of full armor fighting, he obviously possessed an intimidating presence. Once he spoke up, those who were just watching instantly became serious and started discussing the plot: "But I reckon Kid God can’t charge anymore..."

"Screw your sister, I’m still young. If I want to charge, I can charge."

The Wandering Child casually retorted.

He squinted his eyes and surveyed what was ahead.

In the second layer of the nightmare, what might have caused death were probably that chandelier and the hammer. However, he had judged that the chandelier couldn’t hit him, so he didn’t stop and just ran past at full speed, and it was the same with the hammer... If you don’t hesitate, it wouldn’t injure you at all.

And indeed, he had emerged unscathed.

But if he had stopped out of fear, he would probably have died right there.

But the third layer was different.

All the brilliant lights previously illuminating the gallery were now extinguished. The gallery was pitch-black, with only the occasional thunder outside barely illuminating something up front.

However, fortunately, the terrain hadn’t changed much.

"Brothers, it looks like there’s something hanging over there..."

The Wandering Child muttered, approaching with caution and wariness.

Although he didn’t often play horror games, going by the pattern, if there was nothing scary in the first two layers, surely there would be some high-energy scares starting from the third layer...

But this was an expedition into the unknown; without any "high-energy ahead" warning, he felt quite jittery.

As he neared those hanging objects and gazed hard to make them out,

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed outside the window.

His pupils contracted sharply, and he shivered all over.

Under the brief illumination of the sudden lightning, he saw picture frames, bound and twisted with numerous ropes, hanging all over the ceiling!

Each painting was looking at him.

Men and women, old and young, all were different.

But their mouths all carried the same exaggerated and eerie smile, watching him!

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha..."

"Hee hee hee..."

"Hmm hmm..."

Low, distinct laughs rose up from everywhere at once.

The Wandering Child immediately felt a chill on his scalp and instinctively stopped in his tracks, not daring to move forward.

--The next moment, a thunderclap boomed!

The laughter ceased abruptly.

The suddenly intensified wind flung open the windows with a bang, and the cold, damp air blew in instantly, sending a chilling breeze right through him.

The roar of pouring rain sounded outside the window.

Only then did the Wandering Child realize his back was already soaked through.

That gust of cold wind made him acutely aware of the coldness on his back, which was quite uncomfortable.

He looked around warily, moving slowly toward the window with the stealth of a thief, stepping and looking around with each move.

"F*** your mother, don’t just watch, start commenting..."

His voice was trembling, and so were his hands.

He now admitted that he was a bit scared...

The wandering child had intended to close the window—he was worried that as he walked away, he might turn back to see a silent, motionless shadow standing by the window.

But as he approached the window, he found a letter outside.

That letter must have just been placed there. Despite the downpour, it had not yet been completely soaked.

Without hesitation, the wandering child quickly reached out and snatched the letter inside.

"At least my reflexes are still good..."

He muttered to himself, vaguely aware that something was not right: "Hey, aren’t you going to talk? Hey, can you hear me?"

Just then, a bunch of bullet screen comments suddenly appeared:

"—We have been talking all along, can’t you see?"

"—Brother, our bullet screen comments never stopped."

"—Did you block the bullet screen? Is the signal bad?"

"Wait, could it actually be a signal issue?"

The wandering child grimaced: "On this third floor, why are the bullet screen comments sometimes there and sometimes not? Does anyone else have this issue?"

"—It’s not the third floor, Kid God. It seems like the bullet screen stops whenever something is triggered."

Gourmet Goose suddenly sent a bullet screen comment.

Hearing this, the wandering child’s spirit lifted: "Oh! I get it, it’s like BGM, whenever the BGM suddenly stops, it signals that something intense is about to happen!"

He suddenly felt a new courage rising in his heart.

If there was an alert for something intense, then he shouldn’t be startled...

"—Open the letter, bro!"

"—What are you waiting for, snap out of it."

"Alright, alright, I’m opening it."

The wandering child snapped out of it and as he began to open the letter, he urged once more: "Don’t let the bullet screen comments stop, guys; even if you don’t know what to say, just send 11111..."

"—I’m counting on your stream for my meal, I dub thee the King of Meals."

"—It won’t stop, you’re almost laughing me to death..."

Calming his nerves with the bullet screen comments, the wandering child slowly opened the letter.

At first, he feared that the letter would contain something like bloody characters or some other frightening material. But surprisingly, the content of the letter was quite formal:

"March 27th, followed Amos to Roth Fort to paint for the Viscountess.

"Amos was not quite himself today, and I was uneasy. I’ve never seen him paint like this before. Though I’ve never studied painting, normally... when painting a portrait, do you start with the bones?

"This painting makes me feel nauseous. It’s indeed beautiful, but whenever I look at it, I always feel...

"I always feel like it’s a corpse outside the window..."

The letter ended there.

It was like a page torn from a diary.

Suddenly, the wandering child’s movements froze.

He suddenly realized something and carefully lifted his head.

...fortunately, there wasn’t suddenly a corpse outside the window.

But he did not relax; instead, he cautiously closed the window and made sure to lock it carefully.

Then he turned back around.

Lightning struck at the same time.

He saw...

What hung from those nooses weren’t picture frames—

They were bodies, all hanging from the rafters!

They varied in age and gender.

Their heads hung low, their eyes cloudy, their bodies swaying with the wind, yet all had neat, eerie smiles on their faces.

All looking at him.

All watching him.

Different low laughs surrounded him, and fear made a clicking sound in the wandering child’s throat.

Suddenly, the wandering child noticed something.

"Shadows..."

His own shadow seemed...

Unusually long?

The top of that shadow began to bulge upwards.

As if a person was slowly lifting a gigantic hammer over their head—

He whirled around.

He only saw a pair of emotionless, green eyes.

And then, the glass window shattered abruptly.

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