Annan felt no fear at all.

So he didn't hesitate either, just moved on.

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

It's like being blown by the wind.

The chandelier squeaked back and forth, making a high-pitched, jarring, tooth-aching sound.

Annan paused slightly, then continued to walk forward.

Five steps, six steps...... Seven steps!

As he took the seventh step, Annan heard the sound of chains breaking with great clarity.

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

Annan clearly felt a hurricane behind him, like wire, and something else scraping his back.

He suddenly felt a hot pain coming from behind him...... He didn't have to touch it with his hands, and he knew he was bleeding.

But he still hasn't looked back.

He stood still, expressionless for a moment, and continued walking until he left the gallery.

If Annan looks back at this time, or looks left and right. You can see that the portraits that are staring at him from all sides are no longer the same face as when they first passed through the gallery.

They were men and women, old and young.

But they all turned into identical, expressionless faces.

Black hair and blue eyes.

It wasn't the face of his body.

It's the face that belongs to Annan outside the copy!

And under the falling chandelier, a corpse covered in bruises was pressing.

It was dressed in the gorgeous clothes of the aristocracy, and the back of its head, neck, shoulders, and waist were pierced by the protrusions on the chandelier, and it lay silently and with twisted limbs under the chandelier.

It's like being crushed to death by a falling chandelier.

- And its face is also Annan!

watched Annan keep moving forward, without looking back once. The corpse on the ground suddenly raised its head and looked at Annan with some disappointment.

Then he fell silent, and along with the chandelier on his back, he turned into a puddle of black water.

Annan came to the L-shaped cloister for the second time. The difference this time is that it is quite bright this time. Flames burn quietly on the lampstands on either side, and the portraits smile softly and look ahead.

"Hehehehehe......"

Suddenly, Annan heard a woman's low laugh.

"Who is it?"

He asked casually, and with no intention of getting a response, he just moved on.

He took two steps forward when he heard the faint sound of hammers smashing nails. The further he went, the clearer the voice became...... The closer you are to him!

It's like someone crouching behind Annan and hammering a nail on his head!

Suddenly, the wall next to him cracked.

A huge hammer that smashes the walls straight away!

Annan didn't hesitate to rush forward, dodging the blow while running briskly forward.

There was a sharp pain in his abdomen, and blood was oozing out, but Annan did not hesitate. Because there was the sound of hurried footsteps behind him.

He ran forward as fast as he could, his health flowing down at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he didn't stay.

The corridor that was less than thirty meters long when he first walked through it now has fifty or sixty steps.

It wasn't until he turned the corner that the footsteps behind him stopped abruptly.

The light in front of me became stable again.

In the cramped room, there was hardly any difference from the first time, except for a long brown trench coat with blood hanging from the coat rack. And in the collection exhibition shelf 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 when he reached out, he found that the display case looked like an invisible glass wall, and although he could not see anything, it blocked his outstretched hand.

Annan did not hesitate and hammered it up. Smash the transparent wall first, then the display case. Annan's fingers, which had been smashing, hurt, but there was still no change.

The tomato seemed to be mocking him, motionless and not shaking.

"[Can't open]...... I know. ”

Annan muttered in a low voice, glanced at the bloody trench coat, and calmly put it on.

His brain was spinning—

The reason why ordinary people are trapped in this nightmare is because they can't be sure of the decisions they have made before. So they hesitate and can't make up their minds.

But Annan is different. Before he entered the dungeon, he had already made up his mind a strategy:

He knows that when he is in the first week, he will inevitably follow the strategy strictly. He doesn't investigate anything but walk, doesn't talk to anyone, doesn't look at anything superfluous.

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

Therefore, when Annan was in the second week, he would investigate all the things he encountered under the premise of the actions of the week. And if he fails, it means that even if he investigates all the items, he may die.

In other words, the first two weeks were used by him to gather information.

Annan started this time with three weeks.

This means that if you investigate all or not at all, you will die when you should die.

The purification rate of the dungeon also reveals some information.

38/350。

This means that Priest Louis has successfully purified thirty-eight nightmares. Although it wasn't necessarily a perfect pass, he cleared it at least thirty-eight times...... So it can't be particularly difficult.

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

In other words, those strategies were summed up by Priest Louis, and the "commonalities" in his thirty-eight successes.

Priest Louis specifically mentioned that each time he navigated the nightmare, he encountered a slightly different scene. But he thinks that as long as he follows these similarities and acts, he will be able to clear the level...... That's why he gave these strategies to Annan with confidence.

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

"—yes [look]."

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

Got the first and second experience.

In the third week, Annan remained fearless.

Since you know that you don't investigate at all, you can't clear all the investigations...... That would be to say, at least not entirely for him.

Priest Louis must have had some habit that was different from Annan. He can't even realize that it's a habit that others don't have. That's why he didn't write about the strategy.

Annan had to come on his own.

Annan touched the material of the trench coat.

Not surprisingly, an information box appeared in front of it:

【Bloodstained Clothes】

[Type: Material (Normal)]

[Description: An old blood-stained garment with a tear in its abdomen]

[Description: Observing the bloodstains, you realize that the owner of the clothes was once stabbed in the abdomen]

“…… A knife in the abdomen? ”

Annan muttered.

He no longer hesitated to put on this dress.

He gestured and noticed that the wound on his abdomen was matched.

"It's really 'my' clothes."

Annan concluded.

He no longer hesitated and continued to walk forward.

He pushed the door open 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 fleeting light, Annan could clearly see countless ropes hanging from the gallery, crookedly tied to the frames of the paintings.

The next moment, a thunderclap rang out!

The gale blew the windows open in an instant, and the cold and humid air immediately soaked into Annan's chest. That's when he heard the sound of rain outside the window.

Then the lightning fell again.

Before the thunder sounds.

Annan saw that there was a picture frame tied under the hanging ropes—

It was a corpse hanging from a beam!

Their heads are bowed, they are dressed in luxurious, blood-soaked clothes and leather boots, their eyes are cloudy, their faces are puffy, and their bodies sway in the wind.

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

No doubt.

- It's all Annan's corpse!