Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto

Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto Chapter 531

No one ever thought

At the end of the fifth floor corridor, in the last house, the true body of the deceased who was brutally dismembered turned out to be Erin Casvina!

This astonishing discovery has undoubtedly made the mystery surrounding the whole thing more and more confusing, and even vaguely revealing a trace of horror.

The person who walked out of the Casanova Hotel, left this strange city, and finally lived in peace, and wrote books in his later years, leaving a distress signal for the future, is a fake!

"This is impossible!"

Constantine was a little unacceptable, his brain was chaotic like a mush, his face was slightly pale, and his pupils were trembling subconsciously.

Although they haven't been with him for a long time, he can be sure that Erin is not suspicious whether it is his behavior or the soul fluctuations he exudes. He is a real human being, absolutely impossible. Some kind of puppet, or some other creature in disguise.

Nyxia doesn't lie, however.

The meaning of her existence here, just like npc in the game, only after they trigger an event, will they give some corresponding prompts, so before triggering the event, Nyxia cannot spoil of.

In other words

The woman with outstanding appearance and excellent figure was brutally murdered by her husband, Wilbur Whateley, when she was a top secret, and her body was placed in the top secret. in this room.

But then, the problem arises again.

Since Erin is really dead, what is Erin who went out?

In fact, Lorde also thinks it is very strange.

Constantine is still a Shinigami, no matter how bad it is, the perception of soul can't go wrong, and also has rich exorcism experience, It shouldn't be outrageous to such an extent, even people are ghost puppets Can't tell.

Nyxia guessed that they didn't understand, so he explained: "That Erin is not so much a fake, but a copy, they have the same thoughts, memories, and even soul, the only difference is that she doesn't have her own time."

"The easy-to-understand understanding is that Erin is actually Erin, but the time she has existed has been trapped in In this Limbo, only the physical body and soul go out.”

“And the creature without time is like a dead corpse, so she can walk out of this city, and she will not be taken by you. I noticed it."

Although Nyxia's explanation is very easy to understand, Lorde and Constantine don't know much about this aspect, so they still don't understand the principle very well. .

After barely listening to the explanation, they simply and rudely came to the conclusion that the Erin that went out was a fake, and the Erin that died was the real one.

"Wait"

Constantine seemed to suddenly think of something, trembled as if struck by lightning, complexion pale swallowed saliva, said: "If the dead Erin is real Yes,

Then the other living people in the hotel are already there already."

Nyxia sighed, silently nodded, said the second half of the sentence: "You guessed right, those People are already dead."

As expected

Lorde faintly sighed, the people in the hotel are already dead, and those who are still alive now, are they all people? Hard to say.

"Everyone is dead"

hearing this, Constantine was stunned for a few seconds, then seemed to be discouraged, all her body weight was leaning on the door, her eyes were looking at it with complicated eyes. Head: "When you say sinful, is that what you mean?"

"No."

Nyxia shook the head and said, "The reason why they are sinful , also other more important reasons, and the truth you are going to pursue."

"The truth Hehe"

Constantine laughed at herself, and said with drooping eyelids: "I'm afraid We can't bear the price of this truth."

Nyxia was silent, and returned to a mute state.

"It's so fucking suffocating, like an idiot, being led by the nose!" Constantine gritted her teeth and hammered the wall angrily.

Lorde ignored him, thinking about something all the time, his eyes were always locked on Erin's head, and there was a faint solemnity between his eyebrows, and he asked: "This should be the seventy-fifth type. How to die."

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

Lorde said: "Every room has a different way of dying. Under the surface of what seems like an accident, Wilbur did it deliberately. What's the purpose of doing this?"

"It's not obvious"

Constantine sneered and said: "That Wilbur Whateley is a pervert, collecting different ways to die slowly Appreciate it and satisfy your own special hobbies."

"It shouldn't be that simple"

Lorde's brows sank slightly. But unfortunately it was too fast and too vague, and not enough known clues to catch that idea.

"father, go to the eighth floor."

Nyxia tugged at Lorde's sleeve, looked at him with those emerald eyes, opened the mouth and said: "Wait. When you get to the eighth floor, after reading what's there, you'll soon understand."

"Okay, listen to you."

Now that the only prophet has spoken, Lorde simply He temporarily gave up reasoning, nodded, and said, "Let's go to the eighth floor to see what secrets are hidden here."

The same is true for the seventh floor, so I won't go into details here.

After going down to the eighth floor, it is no longer a monotonous dark red, but a banquet hall. The decoration can be described as extremely luxurious. The four pillars are carved with European-style Goddess reliefs. Above the white marble vaulted roof, a row of multi-layered ornate crystal lamps hangs, emitting soft and bright rays of light, setting off the entire banquet hall like an Imperial Family.

The expensive Arabian rug covers the entire banquet hall, and it feels very soft to step on it. A rectangular dining table is in the middle, and delicate tableware and utensils are scattered on the long white table, also a few. A burnt candle, and some leftover meals. x

It can be seen that a banquet has just been held here.

And the people who attended the dinner should be quite happy, otherwise they wouldn't sprinkle wine water everywhere.

But it's a secret

Nyxia asked them to go down to the eighth floor, is it this banquet hall?

Lorde cast a doubtful His eyes, as if asking Nyxia, what exactly are you showing me.

"There, father."

Nyxia raised her hand and pointed in the direction of the ballroom facing the gate.

After getting the prompt, Lorde and Constantine looked in the direction indicated, behind the rectangular dining table, which is directly opposite the entrance gate, in the middle of the wall carved with goddesses and flowers, a dark red English-style wall clock is embedded