Erin Kasvina aside...
That handsome young man with brown hair, Wilbur Whateley, was the core figure of the whole incident!
Nexia mentioned this person several times and called him the 'origin of disaster'. He single-handedly contributed to all the weirdness in the Canosar Hotel, and even the Weeping Angels and Limbo. I have a very deep connection with this person.
From the first time they met, Lord had a strange feeling, but upon further investigation, he couldn't tell what was wrong.
This weird and contradictory feeling was extremely obvious in Wilbur Whateley, as if he was incompatible with the world. There was a strange atmosphere everywhere, which made him feel inexplicably disgusted.
While Lord was thinking, Constantine had already walked into the crowd at the banquet. He was surprised to find that these people could not see him. Not only did they turn a blind eye to his existence, he even showed no reaction when he was pushed deliberately.
In the eyes of these people, he was like a non-existent ghost.
"They were already dead, and now it's just a repeat of the 'established fact' that has already happened in the past." Nexia reminded Constantine in time to stop trying.
"A repeat of...death?"
Lord's eyes were fixed on the crimson wall clock. The current time was ten thirty.
The banquet was still held as usual, and everyone had a smile on their face.
When the atmosphere came to a head, a drunk man behaved rudely and had no British gentlemanly style. He cursed George VI wantonly and even started to smash the utensils on the table.
The woman next to her couldn't stand it anymore. She got up and tried to pull the angry man away, but was slapped hard. After falling to the ground, she was punched and kicked by the man. She curled up in pain and let out a tremor. A cry of mourning.
Constantine saw clearly from the sidelines that they were the family of three who died before.
The cause of death of this furious man was that the woman hit him on the skull with a blunt instrument and was stabbed several times to death. Now it seems that this man is not worthy of sympathy at all, and even a little gloating about his misfortune.
With the abuse from the angry man, the banquet was finally suspended.
After being made such a fuss, everyone lost the intention to continue playing, so they walked out of the banquet hall together and went back to their rooms.
"Follow me."
Lord said softly, and then followed everyone out of the room.
Wilbur Whateley seemed to be drunk as well, and was being supported by Erin Cassiner, but after all, the two were not of the same weight. It was only a weak woman who wanted to help the drunk man move forward. It was still a bit difficult, so I quickly fell to the back of the crowd.
When passing through the other floors, Lord deliberately kept a cautious eye.
Whenever they passed a room, they would throw a surveillance bacteria into it until they followed the Wilburs back to the fifth floor of the hotel.
It was still the familiar hotel corridor, but this time the carpet was no longer dark red soaked in blood.
Erin Kasvina opened the door to the room, then supported her husband and walked in cautiously. Lord and others followed closely behind, and came to the room to observe silently, waiting for the 'drama' that would happen next.
After putting the drunken Wilbur to bed, the exhausted Irene took off her clothes and went into the bathroom to clean up the dirt.
Tick tock...tick tock...
The clock hand in the room was slowly turning, and it was slowly reaching ten forty.
Erin finally finished washing up and walked out of the bathroom naked, with her proud breasts and round legs. This scene made Constantine's eyes widen and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva. After all, a The figure of a supermodel is still very attractive to men.
Nexia secretly glanced at Lord, wanting to see his father's reaction.
However, Lord's face was expressionless and showed no reaction at all. It was like he was looking at a dead corpse, his eyes were extremely cold and silent.
He is worthy of being a father...
Naxia's emerald green eyes curved into crescent moons, and the corners of her lips curved with joy. It seemed that her father was indeed an upright man, and he was definitely not as lustful as her mother said.
Eileen sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, picked up a bath towel and wiped her wet hair, humming modern pop songs, and tapping time with her free left hand from time to time. It seemed that her little life was quite pleasant.
Wilbur Whateley, who was still drunk and sleeping, suddenly stood up stiffly as if under control, put his hands on Eileen's round shoulders, and then slowly began to move downwards.
Feeling those hands sliding over her body, a trace of desire gradually took over her brain. A seductive smile appeared on the corner of Eileen's mouth. Just when she was about to turn around and hug her husband to woo her, Wilbur Whateley's eyes suddenly turned red. The light faintly revealed an evil and violent aura.
The next moment, Wilbur opened his mouth and bit hard on Irene's slender neck.
Don't get me wrong, Wilbur is not a vampire, and he does not have sharp fangs. He just uses his flat teeth to gnaw and bite like a crazy beast. Irene screamed and waved her hands randomly, and the main artery in her neck was torn apart. Broken, blood gushed out like a fountain.
Soon, Erin stopped struggling.
But at this time, she was not completely dead, her consciousness was still at the edge of confusion, her pupils were dilated to the limit, with an expression of disbelief, she was whimpering silently, and blood was flowing from her neck.
Wilbur gave a weird evil smile, turned around and walked into the kitchen. When he came out again, he had a bone chopping knife in his hand.
Even Constantine couldn't bear to watch what happened next.
Wilbur Whateley took advantage of the fact that Erin was still alive and still had the feeling of pain and consciousness. He cut the woman into pieces with one knife after another. He walked up her legs little by little, and finally cut off the woman's head. And placed it on the shoe cabinet in the entrance hall.
"Eleven o'clock sharp."
Lord looked at the clock in the room and found that it was exactly eleven o'clock. Turn on the projection of surveillance bacteria with the snap of a finger.
In all the rooms on the other floors, various ways of death were being performed at the same time, just like they had seen before.
And the only one who didn't die was Wilbur Whateley.
After Wilbur Whateley cut his beloved wife Irene into pieces, he slowly opened the door and walked downstairs. Upon seeing this, Lord quickly followed, and the other two followed closely. Room.
The carpet in the entire corridor has turned dark red.
This scene was exactly what they saw when they came here before and saw the tragic scene in the hotel room.
But when they looked up, they found that Wilbur was gone.
"it is as expected......"
Lorde had a complicated look on his face and sighed: "Everyone in this hotel is in a weird cycle and will continue to die repeatedly, just like...a miniature reincarnation process. .”
"Repeat death, be a pervert!"
Constantine asked in confusion: "Why would he repeat this process?"
"Repeat death, watch death."
Lord rubbed the corners of his eyes tiredly and sighed: "If my guess is correct, the reason why Wilbur Whateley did this may be to explore whether human death will happen through the continuous cycle of death. Differences emerge.”
"You're only half right, Father."
After they triggered the conditions, Nexia could reveal part of the plot: "To be precise, Wilbur wanted to find a way to break the 'established fact' by exploring the repeated death of human beings."
"Ah, spiral of contradictions."
Lord sneered and said: "With such similar techniques, I thought he was going to pursue the root cause."
