Hey, this hair and eyes......

Annan keenly noticed Amos's heterochromic pupils, one green and one blue, like a Persian cat.

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

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

The time here should be after June, before November.

Annan remembered that there were many bones in Amos's basement besides the stillborn baby from the bottle of wine. Most of these bones are from "missing homeless people".

- that is, the role that wine is playing now.

Unexpectedly, this theoretically simpler and more orderly second-layer nightmare has a timeline that is a little further down than the third......

…… But it's also.

The nightmare of the negative layer that enters from the first layer is even the end.

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

But it's a pity that when Jiu'er entered the nightmare, he didn't get this information.

Otherwise, she would have realized for the first time who she was playing-

【Entered Gallery: Hungry Feast (2nd Floor)】

[Main Quest: Play as the homeless man "Amis"]

Immediately, a large area of small print quickly appeared under this line:

【Finished Portrait Painting】

[Meet the other 3 homeless people]

[At least one person survives until dark]

This is...... What do you mean?

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

She subconsciously glanced up.

Judging by the brilliance of daylight, it is currently around noon.

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

Amos, the painter in front of her, smiled gracefully and calmly, and stretched out his hand to herself: "If you come to help me paint a picture, I will ask you to take a hot bath, give you clean clothes, and take care of your food for three days...... How is it? ”

To be sure, this is a very lucrative condition......

- if he hadn't been tricksters.

"But, but...... Mr. ......"

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

"No, no, no, you don't need to draw it. All you have to do is stand in front of the canvas and wait for me to paint a portrait of you...... Soon, about - well, two hours. ”

Amos took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, then showed a refreshing smile: "Is it okay to be motionless for two hours?" It's now half past one...... By half-past three, it's fine. ”

Jiu'er's heart sank slightly.

Draw 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......

Starting with the portrait, the next two hours are probably a battle royale.

Jiu'er's thoughts were racing, but his reaction was also very fast, and he immediately lowered his head and replied resignedly: "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 sizable and imposing art museum.

But seeing the wine in the interior of this gallery, I almost committed PTSD:

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

The only difference is that on either side of the circular gallery, there are literally two spiraling staircases...... And the end of the gallery, the door that players enter each time they enter the next floor, seems to be pointing in the direction of the exit.

The wine's heart moved.

Don't...... Is Amos actually trying to escape the gallery?

Fortunately, it's not like the almost eerie silence and darkness of a gallery in a nightmare.

Not only is it brightly lit, but there are even a few elegantly dressed guests who come in and out and stop in front of some portraits.

They were not surprised to see Amos come in with a somewhat sour and smelly homeless man, but only greeted Amos warmly:

"Master Amos!"

"Good afternoon, Master!"

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

And Amos just smiled and greeted them: "Well, hello. ”

His posture is upright, his smile is elegant and calm, and his body seems to shine with confidence, which is incomparably dazzling. The moment it appeared, it had already become the focus of the audience.

It's even a little ...... Not like mortals.

If he had appeared at the same time as the other painters, I am afraid that people would have noticed Amos at first sight; Even those who don't know him can realize that this is a very distinguished guest just by looking at him.

The strong aura of confidence in him is like a big star who is always surrounded by fans.

In the third dream, Amos, the amiable father who painted for Elle, is almost completely alone......

After leaving the crowd, Amos asked the wine in a gentle tone, "You haven't been wandering for long, have you?" ”

The wine was suddenly startled and almost trembled.

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

"Because I see hope in your eyes."

Like a poet, Amos whispered in a melodious tone: "Such a beautiful light...... It does not appear in the eyes of people who have completely lost hope in life. ”

Looking at the somewhat dazed wine, he smiled slightly and explained naturally: "When you see my guests, you will be curious and want to find out their identity, and when you see my paintings hanging on the wall, you will want to see the contents of them.

This shows that you still have hope for the world. Truly desperate people...... They don't care about anything anymore. ”

Speaking of this, Amos sighed softly.

He looked up a little melancholy, not knowing where to look.

His gaze was deep, and his heterochromatic pupils seemed to reveal a demagogic demonic charm.

Or ...... That's not a delusion.

They made it all the way to the fourth floor, where there were finally no guests—it seemed to be closed to the public, and there was an iron door between the third and fourth floors that could only be opened with a key.

This fourth floor is supposed to be Amos's studio. But it's more like a lavishly decorated living room than a studio.

It is covered with a plush carpet, with many soft sofas and warm-toned wooden furniture. You can also see some toys sitting alone in the corners of the room, but there are no children playing with them.

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

When they saw the wine, their faces immediately turned happy. A younger man waved his hand at the wine.

"They're friends who came to help me draw before you."

Amos followed the wine's gaze and explained, "This is a big plan of mine...... A feast for the hungry. ”

As he spoke, Amos walked over to the wall and tore the heavy red cloth to either side.

I saw many huge picture frames piled up on the wall.

It shows men in shabby clothes, with withered faces and hungry eyes that are somewhat green. They look at the outside of the painting in different poses...... Some are lying on the ground, some are curled up in the corner, some are bent over, slumped, and craned their necks to look ahead, and some are squatting on the ground like a dog.

It only takes a look to see it.

They are all vagabonds.

And there are three paintings in it...... The person in the painting looked exactly like the three white-robed men chatting over there.

Just seeing these paintings, the three of them shuddered, and they couldn't help but look away. Don't dare to look at your own portraits.

At one point, the wine felt a little suffocated.

The person in the painting is not beautiful, but it gives her an unforgettable visual impact......

Even the barrage was silent for a moment.

It's as if these are not paintings at all, but solidified souls.

When Jiu'er first saw it, she even thought it was a huge window...... And these people are looking at themselves in a chaotic space, outside the window. It's as if I've been made smaller, stared at and watched by the giants outside the countless glass windows.

Just looking at it is enough to feel a clear sense of fear.

Even in a trance, she could see these people shaking slightly, wailing silently, salivating and staring at her with hunger.

It's like a living thing.

Like a hungry demon—

[Erosion: 3%]