Infinite weird games

At this moment, Qiss couldn't see his whole face, but thinking of the appearance of the ghost Anna on the third floor, he felt that he must not be much better.

At least now, his whole body is covered with vines, looking like a monster made from plants.

After turning back time, he was able to maintain his human state; at the same time, he possessed the characteristics of a ghost and was able to move freely; in the words of the trend, he was "Schrödinger's Zeiss".

The original dead end has been revived.

His blood vessels were filled with power that did not belong to him, and he was charging violently and majestically, as if he was about to destroy everything.

The field of view switches between the limited perspective and the God's perspective, and the details of every corner of the entire manor are reflected in the mind one by one.

Qiss suddenly had an intuition that now he could briefly control the entire Rose Manor, even beyond Miss Anna's authority.

Yes, "Miss Anna" is a living person, but now he is a ghost, and ghosts can kill living people.

Zeiss pushed aside the corpses that surrounded him and walked leisurely towards the woman in black hiding in the corner of the garden, Anne, who claimed to be "Miss Anna".

He stood still in front of the woman and grinned: "Annie, in fact you never loved Anna, you just acted so well that you even deceived yourself."

"You left that red dress in the guest room and wrote those specious words. How much you wanted us to know your 'sincere' love - it's a pity that you acted too deliberately, and it seemed hypocritical."

As expected, I saw the woman's ferocious expression, but only her expression changed. The latter was unable to move due to the effect of turning back time. Even if she was extremely angry, she could not move a finger.

This feeling of powerlessness pleased Zeiss well.

He chuckled three standard times, walked straight to the gate of the manor, knelt down next to the stone platform with inscriptions on it, bent his index finger and tapped the ground lightly.

The butler appeared silently behind him, with a stylized smile on his face.

The vines on Qiss's right arm were strong, and he inserted his hand straight into the butler's heart. There was nothing there, no heart.

He suddenly understood and joked with a smile: "I asked why a housekeeper appeared out of thin air in a manor without servants. It turns out that you are the warrior who pursues Miss Anna."

The housekeeper didn't know whether he understood or not, but he still smiled meticulously, like a dull doll.

Zeiss seemed to naturally know what to do, or the skills to use the power of ghosts. As early as the moment Rose and him became one, it was transformed into mastered knowledge and dissolved in his ocean of thinking.

He broke off a rose from a branch on his body and gently placed it on the butler's chest. The latter's blank eyes lit up for a moment, then went blank again.

Qiss gained control of the puppet in a second and ordered: "Go to the third floor and bring Miss Anna down."

The butler smiled cheerfully and entered the castle stiffly.

Ziss's eyes fell on Anne again, and his smile was sarcastic: "If I think correctly, all you love is beauty itself, that's why you stayed away from Anna after she became ugly, and you didn't even want to go to the third place. Take a look at the floor."

"Your pursuit of beauty is nothing more than a morbid empathy. Your parents' preference for Anna gave you the illusion that beauty and being loved are the same. You long to be loved, so you long for beauty."

"However, you clearly know that you cannot acquire beautiful qualities in a short period of time. You can only place your need for love on your beautiful sister. You look at her for a long time, hoping to be like her."

"You mistakenly think that this is your love for your sister, but it is actually just jealousy. Otherwise, why would you pray to the gods to change your appearance to be like your sister's?"

Anne was unable to speak. As Zeiss pronounced his words, her expression was ferocious and distorted. The initial resentment gradually faded away, and then a kind of sadness of unknown origin appeared.

She raised her eyes and looked in the direction of the castle, just as she stood silently outside the window on the first night.

Qisi followed her gaze and still couldn't see the situation in the room on the second floor from her angle.

At a glance, something seemed to flash between the broken walls of the corridor.

Qisi raised his gaze slightly, and through the translucent glass, he suddenly saw the face covered with roses between the cracks in the masonry.

It's Anna's face.

Standing in the garden, you may not be able to see the guest lying on the bed on the second floor, but you can catch a glimpse of your sister wandering in the corridor.

Zeiss narrowed his eyes.

It suddenly occurred to him that the last clue left was with Zou Yan.

…

The stairwell to the second floor of the castle has been blocked by wildly growing branches.

Zou Yan maintained her standing posture, unable to move her body, only her arms covered with vines twitched slightly.

The moment the time reversal was triggered, she realized that her plan was going to fail. Someone had figured out the key to clearing the level before her and put it into practice.

Who could it be?

Chang Xu, who obviously has an official background, Qisi, who seems to be hiding a lot of secrets, or Lin Chen, who behaves like a useless person?

There are too few clues for Zou Yan to make an accurate judgment. She could only hope that that person still had humanity and would not kill her...

There were footsteps behind him, and Zou Yan slowly turned her eyes, trying to see the person clearly with her peripheral vision.

But in vain.

My heart felt cold, followed by the pain that threatened death.

A hand penetrated her heart from behind, taking away the heat of life.

Blood dripped from his chest like a waterfall, leaving winding red marks on his long white windbreaker, stretching all the way to the ground, as if connected to the blood vessels of the earth.

Zou Yan fell forward feebly, hitting the floor hard and causing a cloud of dust.

From the beginning to the end, she just lacked some courage to gamble and did not dare to completely turn herself into a ghost; but Qisi was a person who dared to gamble.

Under the same circumstances, people who place more bets should get greater benefits.

Qisi has always understood the principle of eradicating the root of the problem, so it is imperative to kill Zou Yan and solve the future troubles.

He waited patiently for two seconds, then patched a few more holes in Zou Yan's body. After guessing that the latter was dead, he bent down and turned over the newly deceased body, and put his hand into her jacket pocket. groping inside.

There were bulging things there, including a key and a statue of a god.

[Name: (Data deleted) Statue]

[Type: props (copies cannot be taken out)]

[Effect: Pray to the gods, maybe he will respond (invalid)]

[Note: God does not love the world]

The statue is only the size of a palm and is as cold as ice in the hand.

Qisi's eyes lingered on the delicate face of the statue. The bright red color in his hand and the slightly lowered gaze were just like the statue he saw in the cemetery in his dream.

Memories stretched into pieces, and in an instant, all kinds of emotions that did not belong to him overflowed like a tide.

Countless thoughts surged through my mind, mixed with murmurs whose specific content was difficult to discern, as if countless people were praying in unison in my ears.

"Welcome back," they said.

A pair of scarlet eyes opened at the bottom of the ocean of thought, bathing the whole body with gaze from the depths of the soul, and then turned into blood and seeped into every pore of the body.

Blood-stained golden vines fell from the sky, and phantom-like shapes were waving aimlessly like tentacles.

The vision only lasted for a few breaths. In the next second, cracks appeared on the statue, spreading from the top of the head downwards. In a few seconds, it shattered into powder and fell from the fingers.

Qisi was slightly dazed, and in an instant he lost the memory of just a few breaths ago, subconsciously forgetting to think about the statue.

He took the key found from Zou Yan and went to open the door of Room 1.

In the room, the third clue was placed on the solid wood desk next to the floor-to-ceiling window.

On the papyrus, bright red handwriting writes line after line of records belonging to the past.

[The Lord of the Gods who is exiled outside the rules of the world]

[The soul master in charge of contract transactions]

[A great existence that is older than history]

[I am willing to give everything in exchange for the realization of my long-cherished wish]

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[After my sister woke up, she seemed to have forgotten who I was. She looked at me with unfamiliar eyes filled with fear. All I can do is stay away from her to prevent her from being stimulated more]

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[I left the man’s body as the steward of the manor. I want him to take care of my sister, so she might feel better. 】

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[My sister actually thought of him! I hid him, but my sister actually went downstairs and went from room to room looking for him! 】

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[I asked God why it was others who got hurt in the transaction and I didn’t have to pay any price. 】

[God said that loving oneself day after day until death is a painful price. 】

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【I'm tired, but I can't let go anymore】