Are you a murderer?

Coincidentally, you're also a murderer?

When Jiu'er heard this, he was even stunned for a moment.

This...... Is it a coincidence?

Or is it inevitable?

At this moment, images suddenly flashed in her mind

"Myself" leaned through the window and looked in, and was dismissed.

"Himself" took a knife and climbed through the window into the house.

Blood was dripping from the knife, the body was lying to the ground, and "himself" was holding a heavy bag of silver coins in his hand and smiled smugly.

A grim smile like a hungry wolf.

This "self" is none other than the tramp "Amis"!

And the way he was holding the window was exactly the same as the pose he had drawn before!

Jiu'er was silent for a while, and then replied in a low voice: "Actually, I am also ......"

Hearing Jiu'er's expected answer, the middle-aged and the elderly were suddenly silent.

The three of them didn't know how to speak for a while.

I don't know if I can trust anyone else......

But Jiu'er knew that if he didn't tell the truth at this time, the two of them would be more likely to suspect that they would even say "me too" even if they were trying to be gregarious, even if they didn't kill anyone.

Jiu'er looked at them, and remembered the painting that belonged to the two of them:

The old man in the painting is not so old, he is prostrate on the ground, like a dog, vigilantly blocking the door of the alley. Behind him was a fat man with a throat cut and bleeding, richly dressed.

The middle-aged man in the painting looks like he is blushing from drinking, holding a stone in his right hand and trying to smash it forward!

…… Yes.

Jiu'er's heart sank.

If nothing else, this should be what they look like when they kill people.

Amos really met them by chance...... Instead of deliberately luring them over?

At this moment, the three of them suddenly heard an extremely miserable, crying-like wail:

"Uhh

The voice approached at a rapid pace, from far to near. But it came to an abrupt end in front of the door.

This is exactly the voice of the young man who just left!

The three of them glanced at each other, and Jiu'er and the middle-aged man immediately walked to the door.

But soon Jiu'er realized that the old man was not following, so he looked back.

The old man's first reaction was to find the empty wooden shelf that Jiu'er had just held, and after holding it with his hand, he kicked it away with two feet. With a few more hand strokes, it turned into two long wooden handles with short broken handles.

He saw Jiu'er coming over and paused slightly.

The old man looked at the wine with his squinting triangular eyes, and silently handed over the other one.

He leaned over to Jiu'er and didn't look at her, but said in a very low voice, "You go ahead...... I'm looking behind you. ”

Jiu'er nodded crisply.

She naturally knew that this old man was not a good man...... Letting him go on the last one is actually quite unsafe.

But even if she knew it in her heart, she couldn't say it at this time.

Because after learning from each other that all three of them are murderers, the relationship of trust between them is already shaky.

And the goal of Jiu'er's mission is ...... Let at least one person live until dark.

The difference with a street child is ......

In her mission, there is no such thing as "surviving".

In other words, as long as the fire can be preserved. As long as one person can escape...... It was her victory.

Even if that person isn't herself.

"Dead by Daylight......

Jiu'er muttered.

She didn't really like to play the game...... Because she always suddenly feels inexplicable fear and then loses her mind.

But she never expected that after she really entered the world of horror games, she would be able to maintain her sanity and start thinking and acting quickly, even much faster than her usual self......

Are people really forced out?

At this time, Jiu'er heard an unusually obvious sound of the door opening.

That middle-aged man should be the most physically fit of them all.

He tried hard to open the door, tugging and pushing. The wooden door made a pitiful muffled noise, and several times it was even pushed open and closed again. It's like being caught up in a slender and fragile deadbolt, or someone on the other side trying to close the door......

Suddenly, the middle-aged man's movements stopped.

The three of them could clearly hear the sound of eating coming from outside the door.

The man ate very fragrantly, and ate and drank.

It's even chirping.

Just listening to this movement, Jiu'er's stomach became even hungrier......

"Who is it?"

The middle-aged man asked vigilantly.

But the people outside the door seemed to ignore him completely, still snoring and eating and gobbling up.

Unable to bear the oppression of fear, the middle-aged man couldn't help but push the door open.

But at the moment he pushed the door......

The sound outside the door suddenly disappeared.

And in front of them, it was not the hall. Or rather, not the original hall......

Rather, it was an extremely long, extremely long hallway, and the hallway was pure red. The sides are covered with very small paintings, and between the paintings are wall-lit lamps on the walls.

As soon as Jiu'er wanted to move forward, she was stopped by the old man.

She looked down and saw a pool of sticky blood in the doorway. And in the corridor, there was a lot of blood dripping on the ground.

Jiu'er was bold, squatted down and reached out to touch it......

She noticed that the blood was even warm.

"I—I'm not going out!"

The middle-aged man, who had looked very bold before, suddenly fell back in fear and screamed: "If you want to go...... Go ahead! ”

Jiu'er and the old man persuaded for a while, but to no avail.

The middle-aged man made up his mind that he was unwilling to leave.

The two of them looked at each other and decided to go out and have a look.

They locked the middle-aged man in the house, and one of them left the room with a wooden stick.

“…… You look at the paintings. ”

The old man squinted his triangular eyes and whispered to the wine.

The wine looked up and looked closely.

It was found that there were a large number of picture frames hanging on both sides of the hallway, depicting the same person.

It's the young man who just left here.

Each painting is subtly different.

It was as if they were all separated by a few seconds. You can see him running forward as fast as he can.

The paintings on both sides are like cameras with timed continuous shooting, imprinting his every move into the painting......

And the blood fell on the floor in the middle of each painting, intermittently.

The two of them cautiously walked forward side by side. One sticks to the left, and the other sticks to the right, both tacitly avoiding the bloodstains in the middle.

But they went far away, and nothing happened.

It's just that the paintings on both sides are getting more and more terrifying......

The painting is soaked in blood and flows downward.

The further you go, the more blood there is...... The young man in the painting gradually turned into a running flesh and then a skeleton.

The two of them were terrified until the end.

only to suddenly find that the gate at the end is fake.

It's a fake door painted on the wall, and it can be faked!

The real end is actually the midpoint of a T-shaped corridor.

Looking to both sides from the false gate, you can see two different corridors...... Two half-open doors.

Just as the two of them were discussing in a low voice how to go, a scream suddenly came from behind them.

It was the voice of that middle-aged man!

But as soon as Jiu'er turned around, he was taken aback.

I saw the paintings on both sides, and I don't know when they became portraits of "Amis" and the old tramp smiling at the two of them!

The painting near the two of them was blurred with flesh and blood. Jiu'er could faintly see that the portraits in the distance seemed to be quite normal......

The next moment, the lights in the distance of the long corridor suddenly began to go out in pairs.

It's slow at first, then it's getting faster and faster from far to near.

In the blink of an eye, they were in total darkness

Before the wine screamed, the lights suddenly came back on.

At the end of the corridor, it became the fake gate of the T-shaped corridor again......

It was as if they had just left the room and were not going anywhere.

It's like ......

An upside-down hourglass is like an hourglass.

Jiu'er looked to both sides, and found that he had really returned to the original position, and there was no passage on either side, and there was no wall with a door painted behind him...... It's a door with a doorknob and a crack in the door.

It was as if they had teleported back to the door of the studio where the middle-aged man had just left and was screaming......

But at the moment, the door behind him was closed.

The old man tried hard to open the door, but he couldn't. It's like someone on the other side is desperately pulling the door.

Suddenly, the wine heard the sound of liquid flowing.

Bright red blood, spilling through the crack in the door.

Like saliva in water......

At first, it was scarce, but then the blood roared and poured out from around the crack in the door, as if it were going to drown it all

"Uhh

The old tramp was so frightened that he screamed and ran towards the false gate at the end without looking back.

Because he knows

It's a fake gate...... But there should still be this T-shaped passage on both sides!

From there, there might be a way out!

Jiu'er originally wanted to run after him.

But she suddenly saw a line of barrage:

"How do you look so much like that young man?"

…… Wait, could all this be an illusion?

The wine's heart moved.

So she didn't run forward......

Instead, he ignored the sea of blood that had already submerged his waist, and reached out to touch the sides of the wall carefully.

Although she touched something, she suddenly calmed down and was no longer afraid.

Because, that's not the touch of the wall.

That's the touch of drawing paper.

And it's hollow.

This is not an illusion projected

"You're fucking good at playing!"

Jiu'er finally couldn't bear it anymore, screaming and scolding, venting the fear and anger in his heart.

She didn't hesitate anymore, she raised her stick and stabbed it hard at the wall!