frightfiction Chapter 443 Contradiction Spiral (4)
Chapter 443 Contradiction Spiral (4)
"What you want me to see... is this wall clock?"
Lord frowned tightly, and looked suspiciously at the girl next to him, who gave him a positive look.
A wall clock, what's the secret?
With such doubts, Lord and Constantine approached and observed carefully.
But no matter how they looked at the wall clock, they couldn't find anything special about it. If there was anything unusual, it might be that the crimson wall clock came from a palace clock collected by the British royal family.
Constantine is an authentic British, and he wandered in London for a long time before, and he came into contact with many religions and schools during exorcism, so he has a little bit of experience in identifying ancient relics.
He recognized at a glance that this wall clock came from the British royal family.
The wood on the outside of the wall clock is extremely high-end, which is rare on the market, and the inner clock dial is not simple, it is made of some unknown crystal, and engraved with the queen's crown, which symbolizes the British royal family, and the structure of the upper and lower porcelain plates , the pointer is shaped like a delicate flower branch, and the hour mark is carved from precious blue minerals.
So, how precious is this wall clock?
To use Constantine's words to describe it, if this wall clock is handed over to the British royal family, at least it can be replaced by a viscount, and the queen can also be knighted in person and kiss the back of the great queen's hand.
For an Englishman, it is a supreme honor to be able to kiss the back of the ****'s hand and be knighted in person. Constantine's eyes became hotter as he thought about it. If it wasn't for Lord It's still nearby, the wall clock has been removed and taken away long ago.
"Ahem, as a friendly reminder, your dear **** is still 11 years away from being born." Lord coughed dryly, extinguishing Constantine's unrealistic fantasy.
"I almost forgot, it's George VI now." Constantine shook his head remorsefully, and grinned regretfully, "It would be nice if it was 1939 now, maybe after we go out, we can meet the prime minister What about the ****."
"Okay, wait for you to discuss with the Weeping Angel and take you to 1939." Lord was amused by this guy, and said: "It's just a matter of comparing with Prince Philip, and see who can get it in the end." Queen's Heart."
Boom...boom...boom...
Just as the two were joking, a thick and heavy voice suddenly echoed in the banquet hall.
This sudden sound made Constantine tremble in fright. He looked at the wall clock with Lord's eyes at the same time, and found that the hands of the flower branches overlapped impressively, pointing to the top twelve o'clock together!
"It's about to begin, Father."
Nexia walked closer, staring at the swinging pendulum, and said quietly: "Soon you will know the meaning of this hotel and what Wilbur wants to do."
dong dong dong...
After the bell rang twelve times, things in front of me suddenly blurred.
It's not because their eyes have problems, but because they are blurred in the physical sense. The space is like a canvas that has been smeared indiscriminately, filled with colorful and messy colors, and a strong sense of distortion surged into their hearts.
The next moment, the space returned to normal.
The intense distorted state gradually disappeared, and Lord and Constantine were shocked beyond measure when they saw what was going on around them. They returned to the lobby of the hotel, and the stone wall depicting the drawing of hell stood in front of them!
"We... are back again."
Constantine looked around and said with a look of astonishment: "But I remember... aren't we in the banquet hall?"
"The space...was swapped."
Lord let out a heavy breath after scanning the surrounding things at a glance, his expression suddenly became dignified, and he said in a deep voice: "Moreover, not only the position of space has changed, even time... has also been changed. Dial back to before we came."
Before he left this hall, he left ghost marks on the stone wall.
But now after returning here, the imprint of the ghost path has disappeared, and it has not been destroyed by any external force, so the remaining result is... Time has flowed backwards!
"Back in time...how is this possible!"
Constantine showed a look of horror, which was beyond the scope of magic. As far as he knew, only the supreme mage could do it, but how could such a terrifying person appear in this small hotel now!
"Whether it is or not, you will know when you go and have a look."
Lord didn't pause this time, grabbed the two people around him and walked directly to the first floor again.
This time, there is a change!
There were no dead bodies in the room, and no one was there.
"This magic..."
Constantine was dumbfounded, as if he still couldn't believe this scene, this kind of magic that could fool even time, he vaguely remembered where he had seen it before, but now he couldn't remember it.
"If my guess is correct, these people should be on the eighth floor." Lord narrowed his eyes, and the thought that flashed before suddenly appeared again at this time, and this time he accurately captured it.
"Yes, father."
Nexia didn't hide anything, and said bluntly: "Now everyone is attending the banquet for the eighth time."
"I roughly guessed Wilbur's intentions, but I still need to verify it." Lord said, grabbing the two of them, and said lightly: "Let's see with our own eyes, the whole process of this hotel. .”
Shunbu, Shunbu, Shunbu.
After several shunpos, the three of them came directly to the eighth floor.
At this time, the banquet hall on the eighth floor was no longer as empty as before.
A group of people were sitting around the long table, with happy smiles on their faces, pushing each other to exchange glasses. The lively laughter merged together, diluting the weird atmosphere before, as if everything was their illusion.
However......
In the eyes of Constantine, the lively scene in front of him was extremely terrifying.
Those people sitting around the long table, wearing white napkins and enjoying the food elegantly, were the dead people they had seen in the room before!
They...resurrected!
And sitting in this banquet hall, laughing and drinking food and wine like it never happened.
At the end of the long table sat a man and a woman.
The woman has soft blonde hair and is wearing clothes that do not fit this era. Under the clean white open-breasted one-piece dress, she has round and slender legs, and is covered with seductive flesh-colored stockings, which perfectly complements the femininity.
The man sitting next to the woman, with brown hair combed meticulously, with a high nose bridge and deep pupils, looks very handsome, wearing a well-tailored suit and dress, his demeanor is full of aristocratic temperament, just like the whole banquet the master.
"Those two people..."
As if eating flies, Constantine pointed at the man and the woman with an ugly expression, and squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "It's Irene Caswina and Wilbur Whateley. "