Hear Armin's words.
Anna and the blond-haired handsome man, who were in the middle of the conversation, held their breath for a moment and their faces became solemn.
Their professionalism as inmates is evident...
It seems.
These two people have really not participated in a copy before...
Anna cast her eyes towards the door.
The shabby wooden door creaked.
This occurs two seconds after the conversation ends.
Armin's prompt was exactly two seconds faster...
"A little..."
"How can you be sure it's 돗..."
The blond and blue-haired girl gestured with sign language, her eyes full of suspicion.
"The clock."
Armin also explained with simple gestures.
The blond with blue eyes narrowed and stared at Armin fiercely.
"Didn't you see the time on the clock for me?"
"It's only been a little after 10 o'clock. How long have you been back home?"
"Do you really think we are stupid?"
There was disdain on the blond man's lips, and his eyes were full of contempt.
No matter how unhappy you feel.
It is used to express one's own ideas, and sign language is used throughout the process.
…
I don't dare to bet on its authenticity.
Armin shrugged and made a gesture of invitation.
When the blond-haired boy saw this, sparks instantly appeared in his eyes and his anger reached its peak.
I think Armin said this on purpose because he saw me being excluded when discussing with Anna about the use of the dagger left by Lord Feng!
The blond and blue sneered,
The best way to break Armin's words is to prove it with actual actions.
I saw 놛's lips just opened.
Just as he was about to say something, Anna blocked his words with a dagger.
Feeling the cold chill.
The blond-haired girl was obviously confused, with a questioning look in her eyes.
놛 didn't seem to understand why Anna did this.
"Tsk..."
Anna made a gesture to keep quiet, her eyes full of solemnity.
The blond-haired young girl felt as if her heart had been gnawed by a dog, and it was in a mess, and the emotions in her eyes were very complicated...
Evil...
Lady Anna actually believed this kid's nonsense!
I returned to the room at around 10 o'clock. How much time has passed?
How come it's already one o'clock?!
Blonde-haired Qing has absolute confidence in the passage of time.
No, it won't be so slow.
In fact.
Even if there is a deviation.
The deviation is not so extreme as to be several hours.
The speed of time flowing in hours is something that cannot be discovered.
It seemed as if he knew that the blond-haired young man didn't believe him, and he wanted to prevent this guy from getting into trouble.
Anna used her lips to make a mouth shape...
"panel…"
A frown of awareness under the blond's blue brow...
When he opened the panel, he froze in place, with cold sweat on his forehead.
Just like Armin's panel.
These local players also have panels.
The panel also shows the passage of time, or rather the flow of tasks.
Previously, their mission time was to survive one day.
That is 24 hours.
The current task is to survive for 5 days.
That is 120 hours.
According to the normal flow of time, it is only about 11 o'clock at most.
The blonde looked at the time flow rate under his task panel.
But it was…95 hours.
According to the time calculation, it is indeed the second half of the year.
A chill suddenly emanated from the back of the blond-haired man, rushing straight towards his spirit.
Just a little bit.
If 놛 really made a move.
Armin did not lie about the contents of the note.
So stepmother...
You should be standing outside the door right now!
“…”
The blond-haired young girl's breathing quickened... After realizing it, she tried her best to suppress it...
I saw...
I saw it, hiding behind the door,
The broken gap...
녊 has black hair...
And getting closer...
Getting closer...
Until it was attached to the door...
In the cracks between the broken boards...
Blonde hair blue...
I saw an eyeball without white!
"Damn it...what the hell is going on?!"
At this moment, even the blond-haired Qing, a level 6 inmate, felt a chill run down his spine.
All this changes.
It happened in a flash!
Before I could react, I had already faced death!
“…”
“Tsk…tsk.”
There was a knock on the door...
None of the three people moved, they just looked at the broken wooden door silently.
The blond girl adjusted her mood, a look of determination flashed in her eyes, and the dark blue hand stretched out from under her neck again...
The atmosphere in the room seemed to have turned cold...
But none of the three cared.
Even this level of coldness was not felt at all.
Because the three of us, to some extent, are not real people...
Whether it's using the art of balance to drive the weird.
Or maybe it's through the sacrifice of the body that one manipulates the weird.
In essence.
They all have strange powers...
A person with a ghost inside.
Why would I care about this level of coldness...
It's obvious.
The blond and the young man were ready for a fight, even if it was a head-on clash, they were not willing to die in vain.
As a refugee, I know it very well.
There is no way to win by fighting against weirdness.
But just lingering on.
Because it's weird, it can't be killed...
녊Because I can't be killed...
That’s why we asylum seekers appeared…
Used to contain these derivatives that cannot be killed...
This is where the inmates come in…
And now,
What they are facing is a level 3S copy, a derivative of the Bloodborn House.
Defined as an uncontainable entity.
There is little hope.
녦In the end, there are some...
“…”
Anna glared at him sternly.
The meaning couldn't be clearer, take back the weirdness...
The blond took a deep breath, suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and then listened to Anna's words and put away his weirdness...
Armin silently memorized this scene.
At this moment when personal safety is at stake.
The blond still obeyed Anna's words, which showed that the relationship between them was not as simple as ordinary subordination.
Admirer...
Slave...
Both have 녦땣.
But the slaves' sexual desire is not too strong, because they also want to survive.
No matter how powerful the outside world is.
Entered the ghost story game.
Everything is useless.
It is easier for slaves to release their repressed nature in such an environment.
No one wants to be a willing slave...
Especially those who have power...
Mediocrity and mediocrity are the true portrayal of those slaves.
We will only blindly follow the arrangements of others.
Thinking is nothing but a useless thing far away from us.
When you wake up, you have food to eat. When you wake up, you have work to do.
That's enough.
Because our place is already packed with people.
The house was eerily quiet.
Even the sound of the whistling wind is very conspicuous...
“Huff, huff, huff….”
The whistling sound of the wind pushed the wooden door open.
The creaking door.
It makes one wonder how long this wooden door can last.
And in the next moment.
“Tick, tick…”
There was another knock on the door.
This time.
The wooden door creaked open with the sound of the whistling wind...