Fifth personality SwanLake

Chapter 43 Penetrate. Kill her personally [Xie Dingding Jelly Fruit Reward Red Envelope]

Thick fog hangs over the reshaped red church.

Just as mysterious as that fog city.

"Does the remodeling of the Red Church refer to eternal reincarnation?" In the hazy fog, the silhouette of a young man can be vaguely seen.

Suddenly, a shrill cry broke the silence of the Red Church.

Many black feathers floated down from the sky one after another, just like the red church that had been shrouded in darkness, it looked lonely and chilling.

"Fate that can't be killed no matter what."

Immediately afterwards, a crow flew out from the church, exactly the same as the previous crow named Yulong. It flew meekly to Jack's other shoulder, and its scarlet eyes were just like Jack's.

In other words, Yulong is also Jack.

The seven crows are the incarnation of Jack.

Each represents an unforgivable sin he has committed.

His heart has always been dark, but there is a clean her in his dark heart.

"What you are doing here is to atone for your own sins." At some time, Ms. Nightingale came quietly, her tone was very cold, and she looked very serious, as if she was judging a sinner.

Jack reached out and rubbed Yulong's head.

"Is this the purpose of you setting up this carnival game?" Jack asked casually, but the strength in his hand was getting stronger and stronger, and his eyes seemed to be able to spew fire.

Ms. Nightingale chuckled lightly.

"How could I know so much about the rules set by the master? I'm just a referee."

Judge your sins, no one can escape this fate.

Sacred Heart Hospital.

Dai'er looked at the dilapidated hospital, and the corner of her mouth raised an arc.

Sitting next to the big hole on the second floor was a girl with blond hair and green eyes. She was hugging something and curled up into a ball.

"Tracey, do you want to avenge your father?" Dai'er leisurely walked up to the second floor, her crimson eyes were like a deep pool, which could suck people in at once.

Huddled and weeping, Tracy heard a familiar voice.

"Emily??" Tracy didn't have time to wipe off the tears, and quickly looked at the source of the sound.

What I saw was a man wearing a red cloak, a dark black skirt, and a red nurse cap. His brown hair was coiled up, and he looked very playful and lively.

Del put her index finger on her own lips.

"Hush, do you want to escape? Do you want to avenge your father?" She smiled innocently like an angel who could save people.

Tracy vigilantly heard that the person in front of her who looked very similar to Emily was not Emily at all.

"Who are you?" Tracy's voice was a little trembling, because she had just cried, so she had a crying tone.

Daier didn't answer her directly.

"Me? I'm the one who knows the game well, the one who can save you, and the one who knows all the dirty things you've done."

Dale continued.

"You can also understand it this way. I am a person who is isolated from this world and is a heterogeneous person, but fortunately, I know the truth of everything."

Tracy hesitated for a moment, then asked.

"My father was really killed by my mother, right?"

She has never wanted to accept this fact, even if she saw it with her own eyes, she didn't want to believe it. She wanted to hypnotize herself. It was a dream, and it is still a dream now. If I continue to deceive myself and others like this, I will feel sorry for my father who treats me so well.

The father who once pampered himself like a little princess and a baby.

What Delle said next undoubtedly shattered Tracy's last little fantasy.

"Yes, it was your mother who killed your father with your own hands. Didn't you see it with your own eyes? Why do you still ask me?" Dai'er looked at Tracy who was on the verge of collapse with interest.

"That's it. Why am I still deceiving myself sometimes, why is she still alive?"

Tracy is like a wounded little animal at this moment, she has no way to lick the wound, her wound has been getting worse all the time, and the pain caused by the wound is far more painful than that of ten years ago.

Dai'er suddenly approached Tracy, took her into her arms, and patted her on the back with her hands. She knew how to control people's hearts, and she was very accurate in controlling people's hearts.

"Now, do you want to kill that person with your own hands?" At this moment, Dai'er's words were like poison, eroding Tracy's heart inch by inch.

"I want to kill her with my own hands." Tracy responded without hesitation, and the robot in her arms was hugged even tighter.

"That generator, untie it, and she will be burned at the stake, and she will be wiped out." Daier wrote lightly.

Tracy took everything Del said to heart.

"But I can't get out now, she locked me here." Tracy looked at Valletta who was watching her from a distance.

Dale laughed.

"The second carnival game will start in a few days, and she won't be by your side all the time at that time, and in the carnival game, survivors will all be summoned to Ms. Nightingale, of course, except A person that even Ms. Nightingale cannot summon." Dai'er's eyes gradually darkened, "In that villa, there is the ability to imprison Ms. Nightingale."

Tracy nodded, indicating that she had remembered.

"By the way, do you still remember Jack?" Dai'er asked the name suddenly, which made Tracy stunned.

"No, I don't know you." Tracy's eyes were full of panic, and it was obvious that there was no silver 300 taels here.

"Joke was burned at the stake in the first game, and he was wiped out." Every word Del said pierced Tracy's heart.

"Do you know what he came to this manor for?" Dai'er continued to ask.

Tracy sniffed, resisting the urge to cry, and shook her head.

"His biological parents treated him badly and beat and scolded him every day. His father killed his mother and then tried to kill him. Although he didn't die, he lost a leg and then went back to kill him. killed his father, then he ran away, went to a circus, but was crushed by a smiling clown, and finally he killed the smiling clown with a chainsaw, ripped the smiling clown's face off, How ridiculous to sew it on your own face, thinking that this way you can make others like him."

"He came here to take refuge, but here, he can't take refuge. This is just a place to judge people who have committed crimes. Everyone here is guilty. Whether it is killing people or doing anything, if you are guilty, you must make atonement. This is this The true definition of the game."

"And the ones who killed him were you."

"If you don't kill him, then he will kill you too, and his sin will add another layer. This is a game that can't really atone for it."

　I almost had dystocia to understand xd
　　This is a novel about suspense and love xd
　　
　
(End of this chapter)