The girl said to God: "I am guilty. After my sister became like this, I found that I could no longer love her as I used to."
God said: "If you no longer love her, then let her return to the arms of death and be buried underground."
The girl hesitated. She thought of the dead cat, the greasy blood on her hands when she killed the man, and her skin scratched by the thorns of the rose.
She has already given so much, and she only needs to kill a few more strangers to restore her sister's beauty... How can she give up at this time?
The girl kowtowed in front of the statue and made an oath: "I will not let her leave. She must be with me forever."
…
Qisi put down his notes and narrowed his eyes slightly.
The first three lines of the four-line poem on the title page of the notebook should be the honorable name of the god who made the deal with Anne.
After passing the entire dungeon, Qiss became interested in this god hidden behind the scenes for no reason.
Lure Anne into the game with a small price and huge benefits, forcing her to pay more step by step, and embark on a road of no return.
The large upfront investment constituted a considerable sunk cost. By the time Anne realized something was wrong and wanted to retreat, it was already too late. All she can do is make mistakes.
It must be said that this god understands human psychology as well as the legendary demon.
"But what is the essential difference between gods and demons?"
Qisi laughed out loud, his laughter was as light as a ghost's whisper, with a bit of coolness, which was quite frightening in this situation.
The corresponding information was too little and fragmented, and he could not piece together the full picture of the god in the background story of the dungeon, and he did not intend to go to the trouble of reciting the honorary name once and creating all kinds of details when the dungeon was about to be completed.
After briefly searching the room again to make sure that no important clues were missed, Qisi suppressed the smile on his lips, silently exited the room, and went down the stairs.
In the garden, the young and beautiful Anne and the old and rotten Anna stand opposite each other. The contrast between beauty and ugliness changes the situation after the passage of time, which really shows an interesting drama.
There was pain brewing in Anne's eyes, while Anna's eyes were dull and blank. All the emotions were thrown into it, like falling into the mud, unable to stir up a wave.
Chiss looked at Anne and showed a gentle smile, but his eyes were full of malice.
He has never had the kindness to let people get what they want; on the contrary, he likes tragedy and the deeper despair that occurs when hope is shattered.
He smiled ghostly: "Miss Anne, unfortunately, the sister you love deeply does not love you. She is even afraid of you and wants to stay away from you."
The rag doll found in Room 2 on the third floor appeared in front of my eyes. The weird hide-and-seek children's song repeated the words "Don't look at me", making me shiver deeply into my bones.
He looked at Anna, who looked like a ghost, with his lowered eyes full of compassion: "Miss Anna, it's also unfortunate that your sister killed your lover out of love for the deformed man."
Anna seemed to understand, but also seemed not to understand. She let out a low "gurgling" roar, like an unsophisticated cub.
Qisi tilted her head and glanced at the housekeeper beside her, as if she had remembered something happy, and smiled like a child who had succeeded in a prank: "Of course, now you two miserable lovers have become ghosts, and you are not considered human ghosts. Different paths."
"I have temporarily gained control of the Rose Manor. Anne can no longer do anything to you. I am very curious about what you will choose."
This time, it seemed that she finally understood what Qiss said. Anna roared, got down on all fours and ran on the ground like an animal, towards the gate of the manor.
Messy footsteps crushed the roses along the way, and the black-green vines and bright red petals on the ground were smashed together, as broken as a fragmented dream.
Behind her, the housekeeper followed straight ahead, always half a step behind, but finally not left too far behind.
Two terrifying ghosts stopped in front of the iron gate. The iron gate slowly opened in front of them. They were restless, swaying, and ready to go.
"No!"
In the sea of flowers, Annie, who was nailed to the spot, finally let out a shrill scream.
It was not easy to break free from the control of turning back time and make a sound. Tears fell down her cheeks, mixed with the blood that overflowed from her mouth and nose and flowed freely. In a few breaths, they formed a spring on the ground.
She roared and howled, unable to pronounce complete words, like a crazy beast.
Anna and the housekeeper didn't seem to hear anything, and they disappeared step by step into the white mist outside the iron door. At the moment when their bodies were completely invisible, they exploded and scattered into bloody rose petals on the ground.
Anne opened her pitch-black eyes wide and witnessed this scene, her eye sockets dilated to a ferocious level.
She seemed to have broken free from some of the constraints of traveling back in time. She took a step forward and made a shallow pit in the slippery mud.
However, the next second, countless dead vines twisted out from the castle behind her, entangled her limbs from all directions, strangled her, and dragged her backwards.
She was dragged back to the castle inch by inch. The black skirt was torn by the thorns of the roses, and the black veil was stained by dust and broken flower branches.
She seemed to realize what was about to happen, and struggled violently, but the vines became tighter and tighter, even embedded in her flesh.
Her whole body was dripping with blood. She finally despaired and lowered her limbs, allowing herself to be completely submerged into the dark castle behind her.
The moment her figure completely disappeared into the darkness, the castle door closed with a loud bang.
The rain all over the world once again changed direction and fell from the sky.
Time travel is over.
There are no roses in Zisi's hands and no scars on his heart.
He is independent in the sea of flowers like a ghost, touching the end of the drama in human form.
There was a "bang" above the head, like thunder, but it was thicker and more powerful.
Zeiss saw that the stone walls of the castle in front of him cracked piece by piece, and the monster-like building collapsed. The ghosts that had existed for countless reincarnations disappeared, leaving only dust floating and settling in the sky.
Perhaps only one person was imprisoned from beginning to end, but at this moment, a ridiculous story is buried here...
[All rules and worldview have been cracked]
[Congratulations to the player for clearing the team survival copy "Rose Manor"]
A cold system prompt sounded in Qisi's ears, accompanied by prompt text that was quickly refreshed on the system interface.
[Self-righteous bigotry always has to pay a price. Perhaps death and tragedy are the best answers to beauty]
A yellowed image appeared before my eyes.
In the dusty attic, the girl who had become beautiful asked the god carved in stone: "You have given me so much, what can you get?"
The god lowered his eyes and his scarlet gaze fell on the girl.
He replied: "I want to see your sins, which will be the best food for the rules; I also want to see the ending of the story, the tragedy will be unforgettable forever."
The girl began to fear. In her opinion, this was completely the devil's talk. Even though she is no different from the devil in the eyes of the world at this moment, she is still afraid of existences that are more powerful than her and have malicious intentions.
She wanted to pray, to pray to the righteous gods in her vague memories, the existences that her parents once believed in, but that she had forgotten and discarded...
She found that she had forgotten the prayer.
God’s eyes were filled with compassion and his smile was teasing: “God does not love the world.”
[Small desires lead to false greed. Once sin is chosen, there is no turning back. Everyone is guilty and is born in a cage]
["Rose Manor" True End-"Obsession Cage" has been included]
[A copy will be automatically sent out after three minutes]
On the ruins of the old castle, heavy rain poured down.
Qisi stood in the rain, looking at the rubble in front of him and lost in thought.
After being silent for a long time, he touched his chin and murmured to himself: "The house has collapsed. Even if I have the halo of the protagonist, I can't survive..."
It's a pity that I finally met two people who used tools that were easy to use, and they were just gone.
But there’s nothing to be disappointed about. From what Chang Xu said before, forming a team in a weird game seems to require the use of specific props, which is not very convenient.
Tools and other things can be completely obtained from the dungeon; I believe that we will encounter more interesting dungeons and interesting people in the future.
Under the gray-purple sky, Qisi lowered his eyes and stared at the pocket watch he held in his left hand. The Rabbit Death Fox sadly showed false sadness: "Chang Xu, Lin Chen, I will remember your sacrifices and live with your hope. of."
Then, he put the [Destiny Pocket Watch] into his shirt pocket with peace of mind.
