Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

"But you are very cautious. Is that something you were taught or is it natural? Are you the type who can't even drink black tea?"

"No sir, there is no black tea here now."

"--Then now I have it." The Demon Marshal snapped his fingers, and a pot of freshly brewed Darjeeling black tea appeared next to him, along with all the tea sets.

"Actually, I prefer wine, but I won't do that to take care of the guests."

But he did not accept the tea, which Zelrich regretted. "What a pity. It seems that you will make a decision only after I finish my business."

Amadeus doubted whether such a person could really be considered capable.

"Father Zelrich, may I ask what are the origins of those monsters that appeared in Paris?"

"They have no connection to any era. Although they have an appearance, they have no consciousness. They are undead spirits without bodies."

"The Undead..."

"Because it's just a prologue, there was no suitable role from the beginning, so there was no chance for me to appear. I could only come out as an extra on the last night."

His thoughts froze.

A wedge is a simple mechanical tool. It is a piece of wood that fills the gap in an object to make it firm; in other words, it is the product left by an outsider who forcibly changed something in this space.

And outsiders...are very few.

There is no way I could do this. Alvin has died countless times, and the only one left is that one.

Andusias, haha, it has concealed so many things, and I don’t trust it at all. It’s better to say that it is unexpected but reasonable.

But compared to this, there are many other weird things.

"What's wrong? Is there anything else you're concerned about?"

Zelrich held a teacup in his hand. The second magician knew everything, but no one knew why he suddenly did this.

“Why must today be the last day?”

"Amadeus, as a renowned musician and a devout Catholic, you must know the meaning of the number 13."

Legend has it that Jesus had a dinner with his disciples before he was killed. The 13th person who attended the dinner was Jesus' disciple Judas. In the end, it was Judas who betrayed Jesus for 30 pieces of silver, causing Him to suffer torture.

There were 13 people who attended the Last Supper. The date of the dinner happened to be the 13th, which brought suffering and misfortune to Jesus. Since then, the number 13 has been considered a symbol of misfortune. It has also become a synonym for betrayal and selling out.

"Of course, this is not the point in comparison. What really matters is July 7th."

“July 7th… is it important?”

"Let me give you another hint. The undead outside are only present until today. From the beginning to today, they have only existed for these thirteen days."

Thirteen, another thirteen days of bondage.

Amadeus was getting a little impatient now. His original purpose of coming here was to seek clues to break the deadlock, but what he got was such a confusing answer.

He was going to ask one last question.

"...Father Zelrich, please tell me, what should we do?"

Amadeus turned his attention to the guy he had suspected at first. With an inexplicable certainty in his heart, he explained what had happened so far one by one.

Resurrection from the dead.

I have restarted my daily life countless times.

And the thirteenth day that he and Alvin could not get past no matter what.

"A repetitive daily routine...is that so?" He sneered softly and raised the cup of tea in his hand.

"Do you feel it's repetitive? Hum, in fact, you are the only ones still left here."

Only the expressions we keep in the past are correct. Judging from this unknown uncle, the fourteenth day comes right after the thirteenth day.

However, I and Alvin have returned to the first day. In this long river of time, not only has the flow stopped, but it has also flowed backwards. "

"By the way, you are here to ask for a solution, to stop this cycle and get past July 7th."

"No, that's not right, I just—"

He had no intention of ending it all, he just wanted to figure out why he was confined to these thirteen days.

"Isn't that right? So, what do you want to choose? To maintain the status quo forever, or..."

"Really? Unfortunately, the solution to this problem is beyond my jurisdiction. As I said just now, I am just a Watcher. If you really want to solve this, you can only investigate it yourself."

He stood up and walked towards the window as if he had lost interest in Amadeus.

"Good night, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. If what you said is true, tonight we will return to the beginning. Until then, you can stay here. If you leave the church, you will be killed."

"The starry sky is beautiful tonight. It's a rare moment of solitude. Think things through carefully. What are your hopes? Is solving these problems really good for you?"

It has been half an hour since I last saw Alvin.

He is already dead, with no possibility of survival. He is probably back to the first day now.

The sky was indeed clear, and the musician looked up at the starry sky.

"It's not why it ended on the thirteenth, but why it was the way it was."

This endless cycle is indeed Andusias' style, but why is it the thirteenth day...

"Is that you, Alvin Vasago?"

PS: To be honest, I don’t have anything to say. I’ll just feel very touched and think it’s great.

Chapter 191 When London Mobile Meets Paris Unicom

This time, he opened his eyes from the darkness. The date was still July 7st, back to the beginning.

In the double room of the hotel suite, Alan propped himself up and leaned against the back of the bed. In the corner of the room, two suitcases were placed there, and the clock on the TV emitted a faint fluorescence at night.

"1:22 GMT, that's fine."

By the way, if we are still in London, then Romani at this moment... Alan looked to his right, and yes, he was still sleeping.

Her unchanging beautiful face, directed at Alan, was defenseless and provocative. She only looked like a girl of her age when she was asleep. No matter how many times one saw it, it made people feel pity for her.

When she's asleep, she's more like a carefree girl.

Judging from Alan's rich theoretical knowledge, she, who was sleeping with even breathing, looked like a teenage girl who had just turned fourteen or fifteen years old.

No, I'm increasingly tempted to play pranks.

But now is not the time to talk about this. It is different from accidentally looking up at the sky and seeing the stars you want to see. Now the progress of things has reached a bottleneck.

"Back to the beginning again..."

Alan took his cell phone from the bedside table, set it to silent mode, got out of bed, put on his slippers, went to the balcony alone, sat on the chair on the small coffee table outside, and played with the puzzle.

He was expecting an international call.

Paris

"Uh... huh..."

Amadeus, unable to bear it any longer, groaned a few times before finally coming to the surface. His body felt as heavy as a lead ball, and as his breathing gradually became fuller, he once again returned to that day.

The musician's eyesight had not yet returned after his resuscitation, and he could not see clearly in the dim room.

"The feeling of resurrection... is so uncomfortable." He lay on the bed with one hand on his forehead. The soreness and weakness deep in his body made him tremble constantly.

This guy Alvin is really something, it's too much.

In the darkness, he felt for his cell phone, held it tightly with both hands, closed the door of the room and went to the rooftop.

"How do I use this thing?" Amadeus, an electrical idiot, pressed the keys on it frantically, but he didn't know how to unlock it. Finally, after a while of pressing, he actually unlocked it successfully.

"Phone, phone..." The musician recalled the man's phone number, not forgetting to add the initial 00 and London's international area code.

He needed an answer.

"How does it feel to be resurrected?"

It was back to the first night, and Alan greeted them as usual, but Amadeus really couldn't take a joke now.

"Do you still remember?"

"What impression?"

"Memories after twelve o'clock."

"After that?" He was surprised. "After that, it was back to square one. You can tell without me telling you. After all, it wasn't the first time."

The expected answer was what Amadeus wanted to know. After all, Alvin had no chance to meet the priest.

[Didn’t I say that our story will continue forever?]

The unicorn's voice still echoed in his ears. Andusias couldn't trust it. He knew it from the beginning, but why was he so disappointed?

Amadeus reorganized his thoughts and shared his answers.

"When the thirteenth day ends, we will return to the starting point. Whether we are killed or stay at home peacefully, as long as the thirteenth day is settled, we will return to the night of the first day. There is no doubt that as long as we continue to stay here, we will have to repeat these thirteen days."

"Don't ask now, Amadeus. Look at me. I've died so many times and returned to the very beginning on July 7st, and I'm not complaining."

"You think I'm talking about this? It would be strange if you didn't have doubts about such a good thing! If you can only live in these thirteen days, are you happy?"

Am I happy with it?

Alan thought about this question.

The peaceful days with Romani, the virtual world without any crisis, everything is so beautiful and nostalgic. Although he doesn't want to admit it, Allen is really addicted to it now.

Amadeus regretted saying this. He said such sanctimonious words, but he actually did the same thing.

After a long silence, the two of them tacitly skipped this topic.

"It's time to end the cycle, Alvin. There are people waiting for us over there."

"Do you know how to try it?"

"Who knows. Although we haven't tried it yet, it's better to stop. If we continue like this, we will never be able to escape from these thirteen days."

"Thirteen days..."

It turns out that it wasn’t thirteen days at most, but was set at thirteen days from the beginning?

At first glance, it seems that there is plenty of time, but when it comes to actual allocation, many loopholes are found.

I remember Scathach told me that these aliens have been there since the beginning, which means that if you travel at night, you will inevitably encounter them.

As for Andusias? That guy seemed to be enjoying it, enjoying this everlasting routine. He didn't want to see his excellent work die in vain.

There is no beginning, and there is no end, it will continue forever. You are truly the best yandere in the world, Andusias. No, it would be more appropriate to say that you are the oldest yandere in the human race.

"Have you figured out why it's thirteen days?"

"I don't know, but judging from your tone, it's definitely not a simple relationship involving the number 13."

"Also, it looks like you don't have enough phone credit."

"Waht?"

"Don't you know that international long-distance calls are expensive?"

"Really? Then I'll hang up first. We'll talk when you get to Paris!" Amadeus hung up the phone in a hurry. Looking at the text messages that came in, he felt like crying but had no tears.

“It’s so expensive…”

The room was on the 17th floor of the hotel. After the call ended, Allen put away his phone and looked out the window through the guardrail. From this height, the surrounding night scene was in full view. The buildings in the distance were vaguely visible in the night, and the colorful lights blurred the distance in space.

Alan had recorded the conversation with Amadeus, and he hoped that it could provide some clues. In fact, he had obviously lied about what he said on the 13th.

"July 7th...is France's National Day."

[I have a feeling that I will become an enemy of Amadeus.]

[It seems like you weren't his enemy at the beginning, but this is really a perfect crime. ]

[Crime? No, this is just a common wish deep in my heart.]

PS1: To be honest, the whole game being shut down for a day did cause some withdrawal symptoms, but it’s nothing.

PS2: I can’t help but think of the Audition incident back then. Ironically, it was TX’s QQ Audition that replaced it.

It's disgusting that a company is taking advantage of the national crisis to exclude others here.

PS3: So how are you going to spend your day?