Marvel With Zanpakutou

Chapter 532: Paradoxical Spiral 3

Chapter 532: Paradoxical Spiral 3

No one had ever thought that

At the end of the fifth floor corridor, in the last house, the body of the deceased, who had been dismembered, turned out to be the real body of Irene Caswell!

This shocking discovery undoubtedly caused the puzzle that shrouded the entire matter to become more and more confusing, even vaguely revealing a trace of horror.

The person who had walked out of Casanova Hotel, left this strange city, and finally settled down for the rest of his life, wrote books in his later years, and left a distress signal for the future was actually a fake!

"This is impossible!"

Constantine found it hard to accept. His brain was as chaotic as paste. His face was slightly pale and his pupils subconsciously trembled.

Although they hadn't known each other for a long time, he was sure that there was nothing suspicious about Irene's behavior and the soul fluctuations she emitted. She was a real human. She could not be some kind of puppet or some other creature.

However, Nexia would not lie.

The purpose of her existence here was just like the NPCs in the game. Only after they triggered a certain event would they give some corresponding hints, so before triggering the event, Nexia could not tell.

In other words

The woman with outstanding looks and excellent figure had long been killed by her husband, Wilbert, in secret, and was dismembered in this room.

But then, the problem appeared again.

Since Irene was already dead, then what kind of thing was Irene, who had walked out?

In fact, Lod also felt very strange.

No matter how bad Constantine was, he was still death god. His perception of the soul would not be wrong. Moreover, he had rich experience in exorcism. It should not be so outrageous that he could not even tell if it was a human or a ghost puppet.

Nexia guessed that they did not understand, so she explained, "That Irene is more like a replica than a fake. They have the same thoughts, memories, and even souls. The only difference is that she doesn't have her own time."

"It is easy to understand, but that Irene is actually Irene. It is just that the time she has existed has been trapped in this spirit prison, and only the body and soul have left."

"And creatures without time are like dead bodies, so she can only walk out of this city, and she will not be detected by you."

Although Nexia's explanation was very simple and easy to understand, Lod and Constantine did not understand this at all, so they still understood half of it, not very understanding the principle.

After listening to the explanation, they came to a simple and crude conclusion that the Irene who went out was a fake, and the one who died was a real one.

"Wait"

Constantine seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and his whole body trembled as if he was struck by lightning. His face was pale as he swallowed his saliva and said, "If the Irene who died was true, then the other people who were still alive in the hotel would have already -"

Nexia sighed softly. She nodded silently and said, "You guessed right. Those people were already dead."

As expected

Lod sighed slightly. The people in the hotel were already dead. It was hard to say whether those who were still alive were still alive.

"They are all dead!"

Hearing this, Constantine was stunned for a few seconds. Then, as if he was discouraged, he leaned his entire body on the door and looked at the head with a complicated expression. "Do you mean the grave sin you mentioned? Is that what you mean?"

"No."

Nexia shook her head and said, "The reason why they are so sinful is because of other important reasons. It is also the truth you are looking for."

"The truth?"

Constantine laughed at himself and said with drooping eyelids, "I'm just afraid that the price of this truth will be too much for the few of us."

Nexia remained silent and returned to her mute state. It seemed that there was only this little clue that could be revealed at present.

"How f*cking depressing, like an idiot, being led by the nose!" Constantine gritted his teeth and punched the wall angrily.

Lod did not pay attention to him. He was deep in thought. His eyes were fixed on Irene's head. There was a hint of seriousness between his brows. He asked, "This should be the seventy-fifth method of death, right?"

"Yes, there are fifteen rooms on the first floor. There are a total of seventy-five rooms." Constantine looked up at him and said in a muffled voice, "It's all thanks to those freaks called Wilbur that we can appreciate so many ways to die."

Lod said, "The way each room dies is different. On the surface, it looks like an accident, but in fact, it was intentional by Wilbur. What is his intention in doing this?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

Constantine sneered and said, "That Wilbur is a pervert. He collected different ways of death to slowly appreciate it and satisfy his special hobby."

"It shouldn't be so simple."

Lod frowned slightly. As he was sorting out the clues, a flash of light suddenly flashed through his mind. Unfortunately, the speed was too fast and too vague. Moreover, the clues he knew were insufficient, so he could not grasp the idea.

"Father, let's go to the eighth floor."

Nexia tugged at Lod's sleeve and looked at him with her green eyes. She said, "When we reach the eighth floor, you will understand very soon after you see the things there."

"Alright, I'll listen to you."

Since the only prophet had spoken, Lod simply gave up on reasoning for the time being. He nodded and said, "Let's go to the eighth floor and see what secrets are hidden here."

The three of them advanced in turn, all the way silent.

The situation on the seventh floor was the same, so there was no need to say more.

After going down to the eighth floor, it is finally no longer a dull dark red, but a banquet hall. The decoration can be described as extremely luxurious. The four pillars are carved with European-style goddess reliefs and a pure white marble vaulted roof. Above, there is a row of multi-layered gorgeous crystal lamps, emitting a soft and bright light, setting off the entire banquet hall like a royal family.

The expensive Arabian carpet covered the entire banquet hall. The feeling of stepping on it was extremely soft. A long square table was in the middle, and exquisite utensils were scattered on the long white table. There were also a few candles that had been burnt out and some leftover food.

It could be seen that a banquet had just been held here.

Moreover, the people attending the dinner party should be quite satisfied, otherwise, the wine water would not be scattered everywhere.

But the secret

Nexia asked them to go down to the eighth floor. Was this banquet hall?

Lod cast a puzzled look, as if asking Nexia, what exactly did you want me to see?

"There, father."

Nexia raised her hand and pointed in the direction of the banquet hall.

After receiving the prompt, Lod and Constantine looked in the direction they were pointing. Behind the rectangular table was the entrance door. In the middle of the wall carved with the goddess and flowers, there was a dark red British clock.