A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

Chapter 442 Contradiction Spiral (3)

Nobody ever imagined...

At the end of the corridor on the fifth floor, in the last room, the body of the deceased who was brutally dismembered turned out to be Irene Caswina!

This astonishing discovery undoubtedly made the mystery surrounding the whole incident more complicated and confusing, even a hint of horror.

The person who walked out of the Casanova Hotel, left this strange city, spent the rest of his life in peace, and wrote a book in his later years, leaving a "help" signal to the future, is actually a "fake"!

"This... this is impossible!"

Constantine couldn't accept it, his brain was confused like a paste, his face was slightly pale, and his pupils were trembling subconsciously.

Although we haven't been together for a long time, one thing he can be sure of is that there is nothing suspicious about that Irene, whether it is her behavior or the soul fluctuations she radiates. She is a real human being and can never be some kind of puppet. Or other biological camouflage.

Nexia, however, does not lie.

The meaning of her existence here is like the NPCs in the game. Only after they trigger a certain event, will they give some corresponding prompts, so before the event is triggered, Nexia can't 'spoiler' of.

In other words...

That woman with outstanding appearance and excellent figure was brutally murdered by her husband, Wilbur Walter Rayong, and her body was dismembered and placed in this room without anyone knowing it.

But in this way, the problem appeared again.

Since the real Irene is dead, what is the Irene who walked out?

In fact, Lord also found it very strange.

No matter how bad Constantine is, he is still a god of death. His perception of the soul is unmistakable, and he has rich exorcism experience.

Nexia guessed that they didn't understand, so she explained: "That Irene is not so much a fake, but a replica. They have the same thoughts, memories, and even souls. The only difference is It's that she doesn't have 'time' of her own."

"The easy-to-understand understanding is that Irene is actually Irene, but she has been trapped in this Limbo Prison for the time she has existed, and only her body and soul have come out."

"And a creature without time is like a dead body, so she can walk out of this city without being noticed by you."

Even though Nexia's explanation was already very easy to understand, Lord and Constantine didn't understand this aspect at all, so they still had a half-knowledge and didn't quite understand the principle.

After reluctantly listening to the explanation, they simply and roughly concluded that the Irene who went out was a fake, and the Irene who died was the real one.

"and many more......"

Constantine seemed to have thought of something suddenly, his whole body trembled as if struck by lightning, he swallowed palely, and said: "If the dead Irene is real, then are the other living people in the hotel It's already been..."

Nexia sighed softly, nodded silently, and said the second part of the sentence: "You guessed right, those people are already dead."

Sure enough...

Lord sighed slightly, the people in the hotel had long since died, and now it's hard to say whether those above are still alive or not.

"All dead..."

Hearing this, Constantine was stunned for a few seconds, and then seemed to be discouraged. He leaned his body on the door and looked at the head with complicated eyes: "Is this what you mean when you say that the crime is serious?" ?”

"No."

Nexia shook her head and said, "There are other more important reasons why they have committed so many crimes, which is also the truth you are going to pursue."

"The truth? Huh..."

Constantine laughed at himself, and said with drooping eyelids, "I'm afraid that the price of the truth won't be bearable by the few of us."

Nexia remained silent, and returned to the 'dumb' state. It seems that there is only such a tiny bit of clues that can be revealed so far.

"It's so fucking aggrieved, being led by the nose like an idiot!" Constantine gritted his teeth, and punched the wall angrily and resentfully.

Lord didn't pay attention to him, he was thinking about something, his eyes were fixed on Irene's head all the time, there was a faint solemnity between his brows, and he asked: "Is this the No.70 five ways to die? "

"That's right, there are fifteen rooms on one floor, so there are 75 rooms in total." Constantine looked up at him, and said in a muffled voice, "Thanks to those perverts named Wilbur, we can appreciate so much. How to die."

Lord said: "The way of death is different in each room. Under the seemingly accidental surface, Wilbur actually did it deliberately. What is his intention for doing this?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

Constantine sneered, and said, "That Wilbur Whateley is a pervert. He collects different ways to die and appreciates it slowly, to satisfy his special hobby."

"It shouldn't be that simple..."

Lord's brows sank slightly. When sorting out all the clues, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through his mind, but unfortunately, the speed was too fast and too vague, and there were not enough known clues, so he failed to grasp that idea.

"Father, go to the eighth floor."

Nexia tugged on Lord's sleeve, looked at him with those emerald green eyes, and said, "Wait until the eighth floor, after reading the things there, you will understand soon."

"Okay, listen to you."

Now that the only 'prophet' had spoken, Lord temporarily gave up his reasoning, nodded, and said, "Let's go to the eighth floor to see what secrets are hidden here."

The three of them advanced one by one, all the way silent.

The situation of the seventh layer is the same, so I won't repeat it here.

After going down to the eighth floor, it was finally no longer a monotonous dark red, but turned into a banquet hall. The decoration can be described as extremely luxurious, with European-style goddess reliefs carved on the four pillars, and the pure white marble vaulted room On the top, a row of multi-layered ornate crystal lamps hangs, exuding soft and bright light, making the entire banquet hall look like a royal family.

Expensive Arabian carpets covered the entire banquet hall, and it felt very soft to step on. A rectangular dining table was in the middle, and delicate tableware and utensils were scattered on the long white table, as well as a few burnt candles. , and some leftover meals.

It can be seen that a banquet has just been held here.

And the people attending the dinner party should have a good time, otherwise they won't spill the wine water everywhere.

But... what about the secret?

Nexia asked them to go down to the eighth floor. Could it be this banquet hall?

Lord cast a puzzled look, as if he was asking Nexia, what exactly did you show me.

"There, Father."

Nexia raised her hand and pointed to the direction where the banquet hall was facing the gate.

After getting the prompt, Lord and Constantine looked in the direction they were pointing. Behind the rectangular dining table, facing the entrance gate, in the middle of the wall carved with goddesses and flowers, there was a deep red Great English Wall Clock.