Resist the world, but I spread the curse

Chapter 193 Valente's Room
After seeing such a strange scene, Clark couldn't help showing surprise. He was too familiar with the irreversible changes that occurred in human beings due to the invasion of the dimensional power of the alien gods. Obviously, Steward Valente and Miss Hera When Clark and Miller were busy investigating the truth of the castle, they once opened the entrance to the dimension of the alien gods, but to Clark's surprise, they only had physiological "lesions", but their spiritual consciousness But it was not completely lost in the "pathological changes".

This means that either their original conscious beliefs are strong enough, or they are originally bloodthirsty paranoid lunatics.

From this point of view, Clark couldn't help overturning all his concerns, and the two in front of him were the real villains in this snowstorm castle.

"Break into a lady's room casually, even if you are a guest of the castle, I'm sorry I can't let you do anything wrong, Mr. Clark." Butler Valente stared at Clark coldly, grinned, revealing Two rows of teeth protruded from his mouth, which turned into retractable mouthparts.

Miss Hera smiled strangely, although her body was deformed, her voice was still charming, "If Mr. Clark wants to find me, just call me, why bother, if possible, I really want to integrate with you first .”

Clark secretly declined Miss Hera's "kindness", his palms were sweating, and he tried his best to keep himself calm, and asked, "Did you use magic again just now?"

"You really know it too... No wonder your behavior is so strange." Butler Valente raised his eyebrows, and then he noticed the cat's tooth bracelet that fell on the ground, with a playful expression on his face, "Hey, just look at you It looks like I haven't fully understood it yet, so there's no problem..."

"What riddle are you talking about? What do you know?" Clark frowned. Seeing Valente's expression, the other party seemed to know more.

"If you want to know, come with us." Miss Hera smiled, but suddenly began to cry. She opened her hands, as if to welcome his arrival, but her hands were still tightly clenched. The kitchen knife that scratched his jaw.

Clark's scalp was numb. Even if he died, he would not want to merge with them, and he understood that although Steward Valente and Miss Hera were fused together due to abnormal power, they mainly occupy the dominant position of the body. It was Butler Valente, he grabbed the things around him and threw them at Butler Valente.

Valente sneered, his neck suddenly elongated and turned purple, like an elastic rubber band that could be swung, and with a flick of his head, all the benches, pillows and other things thrown by Clark were blown away, and then he opened his deformed mouth and let out a strange sound. Roaring, he rushed towards Clark, his mouth opened so huge that it seemed to transform into an unknown beast in human skin.

Clark tried his best to dodge, and accidentally knocked down the burning oil lamp and candle in the room while dodging. The flame ignited the fabric in the room, and the oil fire spread the fire. After a while, the whole room was illuminated by the fire and burned hot.

Maybe Valente didn't expect the fire accident. When the fire started, it froze in place for two seconds. It was the gap of these few seconds that made Clark crawl out of the room.

Clark kept running, and a more cautious and terrifying roar came from behind him, and cold sweat sprung up from his back like mushrooms. He gritted his teeth and buried his head in the run, but slowly felt the roar fading away.

"Didn't catch up?" Clark hid in an unknown room in the castle. He put his ears on the door, but he didn't hear the running footsteps. Miss Miller?"

Clark instinctively wanted to rush back to save people, but when he put his hand on the doorknob and tried to open the door, his movements suddenly froze, and he thought dejectedly: If something really happened to Miss Miller, it would be considered It wouldn't help if he rushed back now.

He has some pain and sadness, but he is very restrained about these emotions. At this moment, he needs more calmness and reason to live.

Looking at the room he broke into, Clark observed and searched in the room, hoping to find some useful self-defense here.

The current situation is something that Clark did not expect. Valente and Hera, who thought they would not be united, not only conspired, but also joined together!What's even more frightening is that under the influence of abnormal power, they have turned into alien species with supernatural abilities. This is no longer an opponent that he and Miller can defeat together.

Instead of winning, it's better to think about how to slow down the time to report to the god of death.

The room is not big, about the same size as Clark's temporary bedroom. The furnishings inside are very tidy, to the point of perfection, and spotless. Not to mention the bibliography is divided into categories, the owner of the room arranges the books carefully according to the color, size, and thickness of the books. Everything on the bed must not have any wrinkles at all, and the neatly placed things on the table are all angle-corrected... Here Everything is full of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder also means extreme desire for control. Clark noticed that the owner of this room was abnormal, and he found that everything inside was clean. The water glass on the table was filled with hot water, obviously someone lived there.

Excluding the girl's room, Clark realized that this might be the room of Valente's housekeeper.

Clark immediately raised his vigilance. He seriously turned over Valente's butler's desk, and finally saw Valente writing his name neatly in a notebook, confirming the identity of the owner of the room.

Opening the notebook, Clark didn't see the memory, but saw the terrible thoughts of Butler Valente.

This notebook is like a researcher in a laboratory, daily observations record the daily changes of the experimental subjects, and the objects of observation of Valente's housekeeper are everyone in the castle, including his master, the Earl Bluebeard.

"Huh? Why is this line... the line that records Kande specially crossed out?" Clark found something weird in the notes. The records in it even included himself, and they were all filled in with detailed information, without any typos or omissions. , but strangely, the line of data that recorded "Kander" was magically crossed out, which violated the personality of an obsessive-compulsive disorder.

According to the findings in the secret room, most of the servants and visitors in the castle should have been reduced to magic material. Assuming that crossing out Kande means "processed", then logically speaking, it should be Kande wasn't the only one who was crossed out.

Therefore, Clark guessed that there should be another reason for crossing out the data of Kande.

Thinking of this, Clark remembered that he had also brought out the record of using magic spells in the secret room, so he took out the notebook of the experiment record and looked through it again, which allowed him to find a possible answer.

"Kander's name is not in this record...Kander didn't die by magic." Clark murmured, another possibility came to his mind, "But he didn't live either, but died at the hands of others, And the body was never found."

(End of this chapter)