Professor Remo faced everyone's gaze and comforted him: "Don't scare yourself. What Ollie said is just a guess. Besides, dying in a dreamland doesn't mean anything."
Joey glanced at Professor Remo inadvertently, then lowered his head silently, thinking to himself: "Professor, things are not that simple."
He was thinking about how to remind everyone that death would have a bad impact on the body in the real world without exposing himself.
Nine people were sitting around a table, with the painting on the table.
Suddenly, with a strange "click" sound, the entire hall suddenly fell into darkness, and panic spread at this moment.
"What happened, are you still there?"
Joey heard a frightened female voice.
The voice surprised him. It's understandable that girls are timid, but the voice came from someone he didn't expect.
Anne Bullock.
An unexpected person.
"Don't panic, the circuit is probably broken, don't move around, I'll go to the distribution box to take a look."
With that said, Joey left his seat and searched his memory to find the distribution box.
Pushing up the tripped switch, the dark space was illuminated for an instant.
Before Joey could be happy for a few seconds, a shrill scream came from his ears.
He hurried back and saw bloodless faces, all looking in the same direction.
Joey moved his eyes over. There, there was a man lying down, his head hanging on the table.
"Anderson?" Joey looked at everyone suspiciously and asked, "What's going on?"
The person closest to Anderson's seat was Margot Little, and she was also the first to notice the abnormality: "I don't know, I didn't move in my seat after the lights went out, and I found out when the lights came on... Anderson... was dead."
As a doctor, she quickly determined that Anderson's cause of death was cardiac arrest.
"Isn't it just to kill someone? What a fuss, wasn't it very cruel before?" Chris' slightly mocking voice sounded.
Following his gaze, Joey discovered that Annie was sitting in the corner, her body trembling, her face pale, her arms folded around her chest like a weak and helpless little flower.
Claustrophobic? Anne's symptoms made him think about something.
This kind of person is afraid of the dark, alone, and confined spaces.
It's no wonder that Chris squeezed her. After all, the first time, Annie gave people the impression of being strong and arbitrary.
The remaining eight people calmed down after experiencing a brief moment of astonishment.
"What should we do now? Continue to look for clues to decrypt the puzzle?" Gul Friedman asked calmly. Among the nine people, he lasted the second longest time in the dreamland, six days and died twice.
When everyone knows that death is fake, it is difficult to arouse emotions.
Chris spread his hands carelessly: "I need you to look for me. I'm tired. Let's go up and take a nap."
"You don't seem worried at all? Do you know something?" Joey asked.
Joey's words also attracted the attention of the others, and they all turned their attention to Chris.
"By the way, Chris was the first person to discover this painting." Jamie Henriquez seemed to have thought of something, and stared at Chris with a wary expression: "Did you already know that people would die?"
"Damn cook, are you itching?" Chris turned around and glared viciously: "According to you, the only person who left after the lights went out was him." He pointed to Joey on the side.
"If you really want to doubt it, I would also say that he is the one who killed the person."
Jiami wanted to say something else, but Joey quickly stretched out his hand to stop him: "Okay, fat man, I'm being disturbed."
"The first person to discover the clues does have a high chance of obtaining the information." Olivia calmly analyzed the situation: "Of course, Chris suspects that Joey can also be established."
"I think everyone is in a bad mood right now. Otherwise, we should all take a break." The old professor would come out to be the peacemaker every time when everyone was arguing.
In the dreamland, if you don't know it is a dream, this is a real and complete world. You will be hungry, tired, and injured.
After some discussion, they decided to move Anderson's body back to his room first.
"Fat man, come and help me."
"OK!"
After moving Anderson's body to the second floor, when Joey returned again, he happened to see Margaret and Olivia helping Annie back to the room.
After waiting for two minutes, no one came out of the room. It was probably three girls hugging each other to keep warm.
There was only one person in the lobby on the first floor who did not move.
Joey walked downstairs slowly, walked closer, and curiously asked: "Professor, you are still studying paintings, why don't you go up and rest?"
“As you get older, you sleep less”
The painting is still the same as before, unchanged by Anderson's death.
"I'll go up first. You should also take a rest. You won't be able to get out for a while anyway."
Remo Lewis focused all his attention on studying the painting and said a word: "Okay" without raising his head.
Joey opened the door and was about to step in when he turned around and looked directly at Professor Remo on the first floor. His brows knitted together, feeling that something was wrong.
Forget it, we'll talk about these things later. He shook his head, turned back to his room, and locked the door.
Lying on the bed, looking at the lamp on the ceiling, he slowly closed his eyes. His body was shrouded in a cloud of gray mist, and his spirit body escaped from the dreamland and entered the Round Table Hall.
Looking at the 12 familiar chairs, a smile appeared on Joey's lips.
The dreamland cannot trap his spirit body.
Azrael's yellowed title page had just floated over, and there was still writing on the blank paper, but Joey had already left.
On the sea, a ship rises and falls gently with the waves.
In one of the rooms of the cabin, Joey, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes.
"1:05? How could it be?" Joey was shocked when he saw the time on the clock on the wall, with a look of astonishment on his face.
"There is a deviation in time!" He had never encountered this before.
For a time, countless suspicious thoughts filled my mind.
"According to the time, the flow rate ratio between the dreamland and the real world is one to ten. I stayed in it for nearly ten hours! Only one hour passed outside."
"The human body function of an ordinary person can last for 382 days without eating food and only drinking water. It can only survive for 18 days without supplementary food and water. In other words, the maximum time it can be trapped is 18 days."
"18 days, 24 hours a day, multiplied by 10, you can stay in the dreamland for nearly half a year."
Thinking of this, he quickly shook his head in denial.
"No, even if the time flow rate in the dream is different from that in the real world, and the spirit body dies completely, the body will also die, and the time limit is still half a month."
"The limit time is 18 days. The maximum time you can have physical strength is 10 days. You must escape from the dreamland within 10 days, otherwise everyone will die."
After much consideration, I still can't think of a good way to solve the problem.
Joey simply did another thing first.
He quietly pushed open the door to Anderson's room.
Bound by the ability of the red spider silk, no one will wake up unless the specified time is reached.
On the bed, Anderson was breathing evenly, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.
Joey turned on his spiritual vision and scanned Anderson's body. With just one glance, he was stunned on the spot.
"The spirit body didn't come back?"
Under the spiritual vision, Anderson's body was completely empty, with no trace of spirit breath at all.
"Something's wrong. According to past experience, death means return. As long as the spirit body is not completely swallowed up, it will return to the body in the real world. Where did Anderson's spirit body go?"
Joey frowned and fell into deep thought, unable to figure out the key for a while.
Erasing all traces of his presence, he retreated to the room.
The red mist has been following Joey, trying to pull him into another world, but every time the red mist approaches, it is blocked by a thin layer of gray mist.
He lay back on the bed, removing the protective gray mist, and the red light enveloped him in an instant.
The vision was spinning, the spirit body separated from the body, and floated lightly to the unknown space. It was a world shrouded in a red moon, hazy, and some figures could be seen in the trance.
When he was about to enter, an inexplicable huge suction force appeared, pulling his spirit body to another place.
When he opened his eyes again, he was back in the previous room.
The time on the wall clock on the wall is fixed at 5:55, the second hand is moving, and the hour hand is motionless. This is a dreamland that traps everyone.
"It must be verified again whether Anderson is dead or not."
Before he could implement his idea, he heard a rapid knock on the door.
There were noisy voices outside.
When he opened the door, the first thing he saw was the fat man's chubby face.
When Joey opened the door, the tense expression on his face obviously relaxed a lot.
"Why did you lock the door? You've been knocking for a long time. We thought something happened to you too?"
Joey looked at the group of people gathered in front of the door in shock and asked, "Something happened to me too? What do you mean?"
Olivia said with a trembling voice: "Margaret, she's dead."
Joey's throat was dry and he swallowed. His expression looked as ugly as possible and he laughed dryly: "Are you kidding me?"
"Okay, don't be stuck here, everyone go down."
The person speaking was Anne Bullock, which made Joey a little curious.
After not seeing each other for a long time, Annie returned to her strong and domineering character.
It was as if she wasn't the one who had been claustrophobic earlier.
Everyone looked at each other, and Professor Remo patted Joey on the shoulder, sighed softly, and turned around to go downstairs.
The long table on the first floor originally had room for 9 people, but now only 7 are left.
Everyone's expressions were very strange.
There is a lingering gloom in the air.
"This is the second one, hehe, I just don't know who is next." Gul Friedman's sneer broke the silence.
Joey didn't like his gloating attitude, even though he did it sometimes. However, that is based on the premise that they are strangers and have nothing to do with themselves.
The situation is different now. After all, the nine people are a community of interests. If you have that kind of attitude, it will be disgusting.
"Maybe, you will be next," he exclaimed expressionlessly.
Gul Friedman obviously didn't care. He shrugged and said with an indifferent smile: "If you die, just die. Anyway, you won't really die here."
"How do you know it won't affect you?"
"You kid, I have no grudge against you, right?"
At this time, Annie said in an indifferent voice: "What Joey said is not unreasonable."
Olivia nodded in agreement, "This is the first time for us to come to this place. No one knows what will happen. It is best not to deal with what is happening now with the same attitude towards dreams before."
"Perhaps, they have gone out," Chris said with bright eyes, "Maybe, after all nine of us are dead, we can return to the real world."
When Chris said this, there was undisguised murderous intent in his eyes.
He stuck out his tongue and touched his lips, and said coldly: "Would you like to try it?"
Joey had no doubt that as long as someone nodded, Chris would implement his idea and give that person a knife.
"How about you be the first one, I'll be happy to break your neck." Annie's voice was extremely cold.
Meeting Annie's eyes, Chris could only smile dryly and say: "Just kidding, just kidding."
"This is not funny at all." Annie turned her head and looked at Remo, and asked softly: "Professor, what did you find while you were looking at the painting?"
"It shouldn't be. Logically speaking, there are 9 people, and now 2 are dead, two figures should change color."
Everyone's eyes turned to the painting.
Compared with before, there is no change. Of the 9 people, only one has turned gray.
Suddenly, Joey's expression froze, and a thunderbolt flashed through his mind. He stood up suddenly: "Quick, let's go to Anderson's room."
When he returned to the real world, no spiritual body was found in Anderson's body. In other words, Anderson's spiritual body did not return. At that time, he doubted whether Anderson in the dreamland was really dead.
"Why are you so surprised?" Chris said dissatisfied: "Now we are discussing this painting, what are you talking about Anderson?"
"Go and have a look." Annie stood up and made a decision. With her taking the lead, everyone except the older Professor Remo headed to the second floor.
It was in sharp contrast to the cold scene that Joey had faced before.
It can be seen from this that Annie's weight and voice in the eyes of everyone are not comparable to that of Joey.
When Chris passed by Joey, he said sarcastically: "Boy, let's see what tricks you are doing."
He just curled his lips and sneered, not even bothering to respond. He sneered at Chris's bullying character. Although he was like this sometimes, it didn't stop him from despising such people.
A group of people hurried upstairs, Joey walked at the front, opened the door, and without even going in, he could see that the room was empty, and Anderson, who was supposed to be lying on the bed, was gone.
"Go in," Chris urged impatiently, reaching out to push Joey aside and squeeze in: "What the hell, where is Anderson?"
The room is only seven to eight square meters, and you can see it all at a glance. It is impossible to hide people.
Returning to the long table on the first floor again, the expressions on everyone's faces were ugly.
The only professor who didn't go also saw something was wrong from everyone's faces.
"there is a problem?"
"The person is missing!"
