Why is my anime art style so weird?

Damn it!

I was a step too late!

That damned Japanese guy betrayed me.

However, the man didn't seem to intend to kill me immediately.

Did he want to see me look pained and desperate?

That's quite in line with his personality.

Charles! Not killing me right now was the stupidest decision you've ever made!

One day I will plunge my sword into your heart!

As Shirogane Miyuki examined the parchment in his hand, he seemed to see the flames of hatred burning fiercely on it.

Chapter 200 Diary (Part Two)

He also hid this parchment close to his body.

Shirogane Miyuki raised his head and looked around.

This appears to be the backstage area of ​​the opera house, with several different rooms distributed along the corridor.

Shirogane Miyuki opened one of the rooms and found it to be a storage room filled with various items.

He shone the flashlight inside.

When he saw the scene in the storage room, his eyelids twitched.

In addition to being filled with various props and costumes, the storage room also contained several damaged dolls.

When the flashlight beam shone on the dolls' faces, their eyes reflected an eerie light, making them seem almost alive.

There might be important clues hidden in the storage room. After hesitating for a moment, Shirogane Miyuki cautiously went in.

He began rummaging through the storeroom.

This was no easy task; the storage room was filled with all sorts of performance props, including three or four large boxes.

Moreover, as he searched, he would occasionally look back at the broken dolls lying on the ground, fearing that they might suddenly rise up from the ground.

He opened the first box, and a strong musty smell wafted out. Inside were various performance costumes, mostly dressed as shepherds, soldiers, and civilians.

Shirogane Miyuki, holding a small knife, picked up and examined each of the performance costumes.

After searching for a while, nothing was found in the first box.

Then he opened the second box, which contained what appeared to be some exquisite ornaments, their surfaces sparkling.

However, upon closer inspection, some areas of the paint on the silver-plated Miyuki's brush had already chipped off.

No clues were found in the box.

When he opened the third box, a strong smell of blood hit him.

The third box contained only one item.

A Western-style sword.

The blade was dull and seemed unsharpened, yet it was covered in blood, and the stench of blood was overwhelming.

Clearly, this sword was not a toy, but a genuine murder weapon.

But for some reason, the bloodstains were still bright red, as if they were about to drip.

Shirogane Miyuki's vision blurred, and he suddenly experienced hallucinations.

A stage appeared before him, surrounded by several opera singers and a sea of ​​black audience members.

A green-haired woman in an evening gown sang silently, then slowly raised the sword and forcefully slashed it across her slender, white neck, which was as delicate as a swan's.

Blood spurted out, drawing a tragically beautiful blood curtain in mid-air.

The woman in the greenery slowly collapsed to the ground, her eyes fixed on the front, a flicker of astonishment and disbelief in her gaze that ultimately transformed into flames of hatred.

Do not look down.

Shirogane Miyuki felt a chill run down his spine. Those unseeing eyes seemed to pierce through the barriers of time and space and land on him.

There is no doubt that this sword was the murder weapon that caused the tragedy at the opera house.

Even an ordinary person like him could feel the deep resentment entwined around this sword.

He quickly closed the lid of the box.

Finally, he opened the fourth box.

This box also contained a bunch of performance costumes, but most of them were gorgeous court dresses.

Shirogane Miyuki was examining the contents with a small knife.

A piece of parchment fell out of a man's suit.

Shirogane Miyuki glanced at the motionless dolls, quickly picked up the parchment from the ground, and then looked at the dolls again.

Fortunately, the puppet remained motionless.

Only then did Shirogane Miyuki slowly breathe a sigh of relief.

He unfolded the parchment and, by the light of his flashlight, quickly scanned it.

November 1st

Is this a joke God is playing on me?

She's dead?!

She committed suicide in front of everyone simply because the prop master failed to inspect the props carefully.

Just for such a ridiculous reason?

I do not believe!

The opera house prop master has been in this job for 30 years and has never made such a basic mistake.

There's definitely something wrong here!

I will definitely find out the truth about everything!

I swear in her name!

Shirogane Miyuki silently rolled up the parchment, put it in his pocket, glanced one last time at the doll on the ground, and walked out of the storage room.

He walked forward down the corridor and soon opened another door.

It seemed to be an empty room. Shirogane Miyuki shone his flashlight around but found no clues.

He continued walking forward, and a staircase leading upwards appeared against the wall.

Clang!

With a loud crash, a doll fell down the stairs and shattered into pieces right in front of him.

Shirogane Miyuki was startled.

Just then, his vision blurred, and the hallucination reappeared.

A male actor in a tuxedo was walking down the stairs chatting and laughing with his companion when, for some unknown reason, he suddenly slipped and fell to the ground, tumbling down the stairs.

When the people around him rushed over, he was covered in wounds, his head was tilted at an odd angle, and blood was gushing from his wounds, quickly forming a huge pool of blood. He soon died.

Wow!

The phantom before Shirogane Miyuki's eyes vanished instantly, leaving only the incomplete doll lying on the ground, its head rolling to the side, its gaze meeting Shirogane Miyuki's.

Shirogane Miyuki couldn't help but swallow hard, carefully skirting around the remains of the doll and continuing forward.

This time he discovered a dressing room.

A large, long mirror was placed on one wall of the dressing room. In front of the mirror was a row of tables filled with all kinds of cosmetics, and several chairs were placed in front of the tables.

In the very center of the chair sits the remains of a headless doll.

On the dressing table in front of the wreckage lay a parchment that Shirogane Miyuki was looking for.

Silver Walk walked over and carefully picked up the parchment.

November 4st

I secretly found the prop master and used his weakness to interrogate him.

He told me everything.

He was actually instructed by my father (that man was crossed out) to replace the prop sword with a real sword.

The woman I admired turned out to be my father's mistress.

She threatened her father (crossed out) that man to expose their relationship.

The man killed her to protect his reputation.

I suddenly realized that I was actually being a bit ridiculous.

Is it true that longing is the emotion furthest from understanding...?

But it doesn't matter, I will still kill that man.

I'm not avenging her, I'm avenging the elf on the stage!

Shirogane Miyuki's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.

The plot twists and turns are so dramatic that even novels wouldn't dare to write it like this.

Click!

Just then, a strange sound came again from the headless puppet in front of him.

The doll suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Shirogane Miyuki was startled and instinctively flung the doll to the ground.

Chapter 201 Diary (Part 3)

When he looked up, the large mirror in front of him suddenly displayed an image, like a movie.

A group of opera singers are standing on the stage, performing with great enthusiasm.