followed Faust into the secret room that had just appeared, and the moment he entered the door, Zhang Luo noticed that his body was abnormally distorted, and his eyes were suddenly dark.

When his gaze lit up again, he found himself sitting upright...... on the toilet.

"What kind of fuss is this......

Through the dim light cast by the small light bulb above his head, Zhang Luo looked around and looked at the small space in front of him.

Where I was currently located was a small toilet surrounded by white tiles, with nothing but the toilet and the sink attached to the wall next to it, and the square mirror hanging from the sink.

Standing up and moving his muscles, Zhang Luo stood in front of the mirror and observed his current appearance.

As before, his current self is still wearing a black trench coat, a peaked top hat, and a crazy sneer on his pale skull mask. I felt in my pocket, and the dagger inside was still there.

Although his current form is no different from before, the other three "contestants", including Frankenstein, have long since disappeared.

"Huh, this is what is called the third act? Separate everyone and let them play single-player games? Zhang Luo smiled.

- Unlike the first act, Faust doesn't mention anything like "mission objectives" before entering the door. It seems that what exactly you want to do here can only be explored on your own.

Staring at the "Jack the Ripper" in the mirror for a while, Zhang Luo was about to open the toilet door when he suddenly heard unusually heavy footsteps outside the house.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The sound like the death knell of death got closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of the tattered wooden door of the toilet, and Zhang Luo's ghost premonition skill also took effect immediately, making him feel a tingling feeling on his scalp.

In Nightmare Theater, despite his super physical strength and various crazy skills in the real world, most of them are unusable. However, the two skills of "Ghost Premonition" and "Light Footwork" obtained by absorbing the ghost are still working.

In other words, Zhang Luo is basically in the same state as when he first met Frankenstein on the train. It's much weaker than in the real world, but ......

With the same combat power, he is much stronger now than he was when he was on the train.

"Combat experience", something that cannot be seen or touched, will only be effective in battle, and after a series of battles, Zhang Luo's combat experience is no longer comparable to the past.

Silently pulling the dagger from his pocket, he took a step back, and then kicked the wooden door that had rotted from the damp age for a long time.

"Bang!"

With all his might, the wooden door flew out and slammed into the man at the door.

At this time, the "ripper" of the pitch-black trench coat had already held the dagger and lowered his figure and jumped out.

Before he could see the brown figure in front of him, Zhang Luo stabbed the dagger in his hand into the back of the opponent's neck, and the sharp blade easily tore through the flesh and hit the hard bones.

"Uh......"

The cervical vertebrae were pierced with a dagger, and the man's body suddenly collapsed weakly, sliding to the ground like soft noodles.

"Goodbye, friend."

Killed the other party neatly, Zhang Luo stared down at the person he had just killed.

It was a white man in a brown jacket and black trousers, with a face that looked to be about thirty years old, but he was already full of gray hair.

The man held a bloodstained knife in his hand, the blood on which had long since congealed, as if it had not been wiped since the last time it was used. In his pocket, a pack of cigarettes and a note fell out.

Zhang Luo didn't pay attention to the pack of cigarettes, bent down to pick up the note, and saw a line of small words written on it in beautiful flowing gold English:

"I'm not going to let anyone mess you, dear."

"That's really imaginative." Zhang Luo complained.

Putting the note in his pocket, Zhang Luo flipped through the corpse and groped for the person's pocket, but found nothing in it except for a lighter.

"In other words, there is no way to confirm the identity of this person."

Realizing this, Zhang Luo did not continue to examine the body, but walked through the aisle in front of the toilet and into the living room of the house.

The living room is small in size, but it is exceptionally neat, with a glass chandelier on the ceiling emitting a soft glow, and an old-fashioned TV on the wooden cabinet facing the sofa. It looks like a black box.

Next to the TV cabinet is a small bookshelf with nothing but a radio.

The walls of the room are covered with beautiful landscape paintings, and in general, this is a cozy living room that was common in the nineties of the last century, but-

"This guy must have some quirks." Zhang Luo looked at the wall of the living room.

- Except for the brown wood floor, the walls and ceiling of the room are covered with flesh-colored wallpaper, which is not the usual wallpaper in ordinary homes, but looks more like real human skin, revealing an uncomfortable feeling.

Zhang Luo stood in front of the wall and reached out to touch the wallpaper, there was no skin touch, it seems that this is indeed real wallpaper.

"Forget it, there's no point in studying these things now, let's get out of here quickly."

Realizing that he was wasting his time, he suppressed his curiosity, stood in front of the front door of the living room, and twisted the doorknob.

"Click."

The lock did make a sound, but the wooden door didn't move and couldn't be opened at all.

"Huh?"

Zhang Luo tried to twist it a few more times, and then kicked on the door again, and the door was still "as solid as a rock, as steady as Mount Tai". To paraphrase a line from a horror game, "It's like it's fixed to space, and it doesn't move." ”

"Okay."

Realizing that the door could not be opened at all, Zhang Luo decisively gave up and continued to try. Back in the living room, start looking for possible clues.

Obviously, my first task now is to get out of this room.

――If you can't leave the door, why don't you try the window?

With this in mind, he walked briskly to the window on the other side of the living room, slammed open the curtains, which were also flesh-colored, and—

"What is this?" He narrowed his eyes slightly.

What was supposed to be a window was now a huge tumor, turning into a mass of scarlet flesh, revealing beating veins, even spreading to the wall by the window.

Seeing this scene that was enough to make ordinary people's souls scatter, Zhang Luo did not panic at all, but just took a step forward, stared at the piece of meat blocking the window in front of him, and said in a deep voice:

"It seems that this room has some kind of story...... In that case, let's investigate. ”