Yes, Annan has realized.
The water in "Nightmare: The Gallery" was much deeper than he first thought.
Don't say anything else.
Annan just learned that the reason why he would get the answer "I'm listening" when he said "Mr. Bones" in Frozen Water Harbor is because Mr. Bones has been listening!
Annan would never believe that a god could squat in such a remote and remote place for decades... If it was just an ordinary nightmare.
Rather than running away... it is better to face the enemy head-on.
Taking advantage of the old grandmother's real name in his hands, Mr. Skeleton dared not kill him for the time being. Annan wanted to quickly collect "evidence" of Mr. Skeleton. At least you need the capital to negotiate...
—Let’s speed pass the second level first.
Following Jiu'er's video guide, Annan efficiently bypassed Joseph, got a knife and tomato, and opened "Gallery: Feast for the Hungry".
Amos, who was well dressed and had a gentle smile, politely stretched out his clean and white right hand to Annan, and warmly invited:
"Hello, sir. Can I pay you... to be my model?"
Annan raised his head and looked at Amos for a second.
At that moment, Amos suddenly felt an inexplicable panic in his heart...
And Annan also temporarily confirmed that this is indeed not the "human Amos" he met on the third floor.
Has he already sacrificed his conscience
Annan speculated in his heart.
Immediately the expression of cowering, wary, and distrusting that belonged to a tramp appeared on his face, and his eyes were dark and hopeless.
A mission statement appeared in front of his eyes:
[Entered the gallery: Banquet of the Hungry (Second Floor)]
[Main task: Play as the homeless "Amys"]
Immediately, a large piece of small characters quickly appeared below this line of words:
[Complete portrait]
[Meet the other three homeless people]
[At least one person survived until dark]
Let him paint first.
Annan thought to himself.
Fortunately, when he was painting, the time was skipped directly... It was the kind of "black in front of his eyes" and he finished the painting directly. The situation is completely different from the third floor.
Or this may be because, in the original history, the homeless people really finished the portraits, but Ai Lei didn't finish the portraits at all.
Judging from the situation of the street children, in the real history, it should be Ai Lei who was taken to the basement. That diary should have been obtained at the end of the third floor, not in the dungeon...
Looking at Annan, whose eyes were dim and no different from other homeless people, Amos showed an elegant and calm smile.
Although he knew that he was killing someone, he smiled without psychological pressure and reached out to Annan: "If you come to help me draw a picture, I will ask you to take a hot bath and give you a clean body." Clothes, and take care of your food for three days...how?"
Annan's eyes just twinkled.
He hesitated for a while, then muttered in a low voice: "I don't want it."
"Then what do you want?"
Apparently, Annan was not the first homeless man to reject Amos.
Amos just asked patiently, "Money? Food? A job?"
"I want money!"
Annan said hoarsely, "I want two... no, four or six silver coins!"
"Well… "
Amos mused.
Annan looked at him cautiously, tentatively with some hesitation, and stretched out his wrinkled fingers: "No, I mean...five is fine. Five is fine-if, or, four..."
"Six. Six is six."
Amos cut him off.
He said with a gentle expression: "Besides, I will treat you to a meal... Do you need a bath?"
"I don't want to take a shower! I want... By the way, a deposit!"
Annan stretched out his hand eagerly, glanced at Amos suspiciously, and said rudely, "Give me half of the silver coin before I go with you!"
"… Can."
Seeing that Annan asked for silver coins, Amos hesitated for a moment.
But he quickly pokes fun at himself for his paranoia:
How could the gentlemen in Yinjue Church be so down and out
The desperation and depression of this homeless man is definitely not pretending...
So he took out his wallet from the painting and handed Annan three silver coins.
If Annan only wanted one silver coin, Amos might have given him the equivalent copper plate directly. But for three... He won't be able to find so much change for a while.
They're just bums anyway.
Amos comforted himself in his heart.
Annan became much quieter when he got the silver coins.
He put the silver coin in his sleeve and held it tightly.
He confirmed the magic spell he possessed again:
—Things that clank.
A low-consumption magical spell that is triggered by silver coins and whose power is equivalent to a gunshot.
— sharp things.
A divine art that turns silver coins into sharp daggers.
—Youth stays forever.
A magic spell that consumes silver coins to heal wounds.
Now I have three silver coins on hand...
Looking at the back of Amos, Annan bent his back and showed a strange smile.
Because it is not as "naive" as Jiu'er showed, the tramp played by Annan is more like himself.
Amos was not that interested in chatting with Annan on the road.
They walked all the way to the living room on the fourth floor, without saying a word.
Annan saw the three homeless men in white pajamas, whispering together.
When they saw Annan, they were overjoyed.
The younger, unlucky kid who was about to turn into a tramp sauce waved warmly to Annan.
[Meet the other three homeless people, complete]
Seeing the notification that the side mission was completed, Annan glanced at them with some disgust, and turned his head indifferently.
At this time, Amos was still enthusiastically explaining: "They are also friends who came to help me paint... They have lived here for several days. Why don't you stay too?"
"No need."
Annan glanced at Amos indifferently, with obvious and easily detectable suspicion on his face.
He hurriedly replied: "Hurry up and draw, and I'll leave when I'm done."
"Well... that's fine too."
Amos reluctantly complied.
But Annan was very clear, seeing a killing intent on his face.
—He should be planning to kill himself when he finishes painting and sends himself out.
Annan sneered inwardly.
Perhaps because of Annan's disappointment, Amos did not show him the "Feast for the Hungry".
He just kept a straight face, opened a corner of the curtain, ordered Annan to stand in front, and began to paint.
… I understand!
A sense of enlightenment rose in Annan's heart.
The reason why Jiu'er saw the painting here and her corrosion rate increased should be because she "doesn't act like a tramp"... So, is this a punishment
You can't be so elegant when you play a buffoon.
To be a clown is to be a clown!
And the strength of his brushwork is much heavier than when he was painting for Jiu'er. It looks like it's writing wild grass.
It's also different from the "drowsy" feeling that Jiu'er mentioned on the forum.
Annan clearly felt intense pain.
It was as if he was being squeezed from all directions by something.
It was like being tied hands and feet and slowly sinking into the bottom of the sea.
Consciousness gradually blurred, everything in front of me was elongated...
Just then, Annan heard Amos' voice.
It was a cold, muffled interrogation:
"Think about it again...
"Are you really not hungry at all?"
I'm hungry for your grandma's legs—
Accompanied by a strong sense of hunger in his belly, Annan suddenly lost consciousness.