Fifth personality SwanLake

Chapter 142 Unbelieve. Can You Believe It?

"Carnival game - 3 people left"

"Countdown to Death - 148 Hours"

"Remaining Diary - 2 Books"

"Judgment - Nightingale in a Cage"

Although Marta and Neb returned to the shelter with Helena, everyone was immersed in depression.

Helena's wound healed itself the moment the power switch was released.

The shelter no longer had the warmth and liveliness of the past, only a dead silence and unknown fear lingering.

And Helena became more and more withdrawn, and even refused to communicate with them, and Neb's condition became more and more serious, and he had gradually forgotten everything about him.

He even forgot his own name.

Marta called him several times and he didn't answer.

But when he heard her voice, his fluffy wolf ears pricked up.

He always muttered with certainty.

"Marta Betanfill."

When he looked at her, there was no peace in the past, but a little more fear.

*
Helena stayed alone in her room, constantly replaying what Emma said in her mind.

The pain brought by the gallows is still unforgettable to her. Now she feels that her throat is tightly strangled and she can't breathe.

The heavy feeling made her mentally collapse, what should she do now, should she trust them?

What if, if, you are still a pawn in the eyes of others?Everyone hurts themselves.

Betrayed by the people you once trusted most.

She couldn't accept it for a while, and she couldn't analyze it calmly, after all, people's hearts are unpredictable.

"Should I trust them?"

A question remained in my heart.

*
That night.

Red Church.

"Emily Dell, you violated the rules of the manor, and you should know the consequences."

The young man has black hair like ink, scarlet eyes full of hostility, slender eyelashes like crow feathers slightly curled up, and fair skin, against the moonlight through the stained glass window, he seems to be the darling of the moon god.

He held a transparent crystal ball in his palm.

The black cloak is embroidered with golden roses, which is lifelike and exquisite.

The words fall.

The pitch-black feathers wrapped her up, she pursed the corners of her mouth, and said in a joking tone.

"What? Mr. Guangming, are you afraid?"

Guangming looked at her indifferently, without any warmth, just like looking at a dead person.

"Mr. Guangming, you lead this boring game and really think that they can obtain true eternal life? Immortal life requires a price, and they will never be able to obtain freedom and happiness."

"You think they are really willing to accompany you to play this game that should have ended hundreds of years ago m"

Before Dai'er finished speaking, a huge black thorn suddenly drilled out from the ground, directly piercing her heart. Her black and white wings fell weakly, and she stared blankly at the ceiling of the red church.

"You'll... regret it."

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the blood slid down the thorns to the ground.

A huge cage rises from the ground, trapping Nightingale inside forever, even though Nightingale is already dead.

"Judgment—End"

"The Sleeping Nightingale"

*
"Countdown to death in 5 minutes"

Nebu had lost control and started attacking people for no reason. After scratching Marta, he seemed to realize something.

Like a child who made a mistake, he squatted there, blinking his eyes, at a loss.

Marta treated the wound and rubbed Nabu's fluffy head. Although Nabu was very resistant to this approach, he did not attack her.

Naib can no longer speak now, and the syllables he speaks are very strange. He is like a baby who has just been born for a few months, and he is very confused about the current environment.

He only knows that he should rely on the person in front of him. She treats him very well and he can trust her, but he can't control himself. He feels like a time bomb that will explode at any time.

"Your name is Nab Sabeda."

"When I call you Nabu in the future, you must respond to me."

He shook his tail in confusion, and asked with a confused accent, "Marta? (the pronunciation here is weird)"

Although the pronunciation is a bit weird, he should have forgotten all of him, but he still remembers her.

"Well, I'm here."

Marta felt that the tears in his eyes could not be held back, he wiped Marta's tears with the back of his fluffy hand, and blinked.

*
"Countdown to death in 0 minutes"

Lady Nightingale comes.

Order the things that need attention in the last game, and send them to the place where the last game happened.

Fog shrouded the entire amusement park.

There was no one in the laughing amusement park in the past, and the empty amusement park looked even more terrifying. The lights of the circus flickered day and night, but there was no audience, and the carousel without people kept running.

Fear from the unknown enveloped the hearts of the three.

Fog, that's what it means.

They are going to play against the regulator they met at the beginning again.

Low laughter came from the mist.

Seven of Jack's most loyal crow servants hover over Moon Lake Park, gaining more views for their masters.

This round is a dead end.

(End of this chapter)