Chapter 43 Scarecrow

"If Bernardino did say that back then..."

Annan muttered to himself, stood up from his seat, frowned slightly, and fell into serious thinking.

With Bernardino almost convinced... what happened to change the direction of his life?

Annan went to the window and looked at the moon in the sky.

Judging from the position of the moon, it was about nine o'clock in the evening.

Annan walked around the room and found that there was really nothing except the bed and the table.

Although there is a storage cabinet, there is no diary in it.

He was immediately disappointed.

"Little Bell, it's not as worrying as Ai Lei."

Annan clicked his tongue and pointed.

In this room, there is not even anything in the storage cabinet - this should be to prevent him from wasting time here for no reason.

Such an arrangement reminded Annan of something.

"I have to check when I come back... In other words, is there a time limit for intelligence gathering?"

Annan murmured.

It doesn't necessarily have to be a time limit, it could also be a plot trigger... For example, when the search finds somewhere, Father Ludwig will suddenly come back.

This corresponds to two completely opposite search strategies.

If it is a time limit, then what he has to do is to complete the investigation as soon as possible without procrastinating; if it is an event trigger, then he will have a lot more time, and the emphasis is on "try not to look back".

As we all know, turning back is a classic in horror games.

But fortunately, this trigger condition can be judged...

Annan slowly opened the door of the room.

The wooden door creaked sourly.

The corridor outside was pitch black, and the damp and cold sea breeze poured in from the outside, seeping into his body.

...is there a window open? Or is the door open?

Such a thought emerged in Annan's mind.

He realized that he had misjudged at least one thing before...

Knowing that Bernardino was the son of a fisherman and smelling the sea breeze, he subconsciously thought that he was staying in Bernardino's house. After all, that room also has a bed and a table. Although it is simple, it already meets the basic conditions of a home.

But when Annan opened the door, he realized that the house was unexpectedly large. What he just stayed in was just a guest bedroom.

The house was even bigger than Amos's house by visual inspection.

I just don't know if there is a second floor and a basement.

This certainly couldn't be Bernardino's house... probably Father Ludwig's house. Although it is only a remote small fishing village, as a bishop and a former famous artist, it is normal to improve the decoration a little bit.

Annan looked around for a while, and quickly found the location of the main entrance of the room.

He went to push the door and found that it couldn't be opened.

After reconfirming, Annan realized that the door had been locked from the outside.

Annan tried it himself, and found that the door was indeed not easy to open easily.

The door was closed extremely tightly... even when Annan pulled it hard, it didn't even shake slightly.

It's like it's not a locked door, but an extra doorknob on the wall.

"...Understood, it's the classic [Can't Open]."

Annan looked back into the depths of the dark corridor and couldn't help sighing.

Because he realized that the atmosphere was about to turn into a ghost...

With the extremely weak light, Annan could barely see a clock at the door.

He leaned over and looked at the time carefully.

The hour hand points to the gap between nine and ten, and the minute hand is just opposite it.

This time is about nineteen seventeen.

Annan stood here, with his right hand on his left wrist, feeling his pulse, and waited quietly for a minute.

Then, he saw the minute hand jump forward one frame. After another minute, the minute hand jumped forward again.

Annan breathed a sigh of relief.

"I probably understand,

It's a limited time mode. "

He murmured under his breath.

——Annan took a special look at the position of the moon just now to confirm the approximate time, just for this reason.

First confirm the approximate time, then check whether the time on the clock is correct, and then check whether it turns or not. If you are sure that the time is indeed passing normally, check the pulse to see if the minutes are even.

Time does indeed pass normally, and with precision.

Then it can only be determined that Father Ludwig will return at a certain time and trigger the next stage of the plot.

Because if time keeps passing like this, and the key plot is still unable to be triggered, then it will eventually wait until dawn. In that case, the logic of the plot will collapse.

In reenacting nightmares, death cannot save memory—whether this is his first week or not, Annan must be prepared to pass the level with one life. Then he must investigate as much useful information as possible within the priority time.

... Let's find the kitchen first.

Annan thought about it, and finally confirmed that the door was locked, and then walked slowly into the depths of the dark corridor.

The room was unnaturally dark.

In the previous bedroom, the moonlight could clearly be seen. The room is not that dark either...but the corridor and the living room at the end are so dim that there is no light at all.

But if all the windows are sealed... Where does the damp and cold evening wind come from?

As Annan moved forward, the sound of rustling rain gradually became clearer.

It was raining outside - after walking in, Annan saw that it was also dark outside the corridor window.

It shouldn't be the air leakage here, Annan thought to himself.

He stepped forward and was about to investigate the window.

But at this moment, the window suddenly opened without warning——

The roar of the rainstorm, accompanied by the sudden influx of raindrops and entanglement, drenched Annan's upper body.

Subconsciously, he wanted to reach out and close the window.

But at this moment, Annan's intuition suddenly told him...something seemed to be moving outside. This made his movements pause slightly.

Annan was keenly aware that this intuition was unusual.

Because the body he uses now comes from the thirteen or fourteen-year-old Bernardino. His perception attribute is probably not as good as that of ordinary people. It is impossible for him to "intuitively" perceive anything...

Then this could only be what the nightmare itself wanted him to see.

Annan had a thought and chose to let nature take its course.

He concentrated and looked out.

at this time.

There was only a bang of thunder falling—as if the thunder that exploded before his eyes made Annan's heart pound. But the flashing electric light that was polished simultaneously illuminated the outside of the house.

Annan's pupils tightened slightly.

Outside the window, there is a crooked, headless scarecrow.

It seemed to be holding something spherical in its hand, and it was still swaying under the strong wind... Under the heavy rain, a strand of black liquid was dripping to the ground.

seem……

It is a human head.