Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

In return, I got a pair of white eyes.

"I don't want to have to gamble on whether I can meet a kind and hospitable rich man next time I travel with you."

"Okay, okay, I promised, didn't I?"

"It better be."

The cocktail party passed quickly. Perhaps because everyone was so happy, they drank a little too much. The drunken couple was taken all the way to the top floor of the building by the butler.

For couples in the passionate period of love, alcohol is simply an aphrodisiac.

That's great, Mr. George.

The boy was breathing alcohol, and after being pushed away by his girlfriend in disgust, he pointed to the bathroom and said suggestively:

"Baby, why don't we..."

The girl pushed her palm forward: "I'll see you later, Mr. Clean."

Pick up your skirt and run.

The boy behind him smiled and shook his head while sloppily pulling off his shirt - the night was still long, now let him see what was different about the bathrooms of the rich.

……

The decoration was gorgeous to the point of being extravagant. To be honest, the girl could tell that the designer had worked hard on the walls and lighting. Given her extracurricular hobbies, she could more or less interpret the traces left by the design master who had previously worked here.

The prerequisite is that it requires people who have some understanding of these things.

It can be seen that the other party has tried his best to be "low-key", but for some people, this is already high-profile enough.

Gold is gold. Unless it is made into a work of art, people's attention will always be focused on its own properties.

- For example, using gold to build a prison-style single room, the artist lies in it, and labels it "Lazy Banker".

Heaven and hell merged.

It's very interesting.

The brown-haired girl was lost in thought in front of the strange paintings, commenting on this one and taking a closer look at that one. She touched the sculptures, the uniquely designed furniture, the ceiling, the soft carpet under her feet, the small cabinets with elegant curved lines, and the wooden boxes with carved patterns that she didn't know what they were used for.

very nice.

Such a life.

Without material worries, everything can be satisfied; riding horses and drinking tea in spare time, occasionally making a weekend appointment with friends...

what.

What are you thinking about?

The girl shook her head vigorously.

That is not your life, and these things don't really belong to you.

When I thought of this, the joy that had just risen in my heart disappeared completely.

Ashley, beautiful Ashley, shouldn't you consider wearing some perfume now?

The brown-haired girl didn't even change her skirt and threw herself into the wide and long bed out of boredom.

boom.

There is a faint sound of flowing water in my ears.

roll over.

suddenly.

The sound of something falling to the ground.

It's so small and dull that you might even miss the scratching sound if you're not paying attention.

Just for a moment. Very close.

The girl opened her eyes, rolled to the bed in confusion, pulled aside the tassels and thick quilt, and lifted the sheets - only then did the carpet appear.

On the carpet lay a piece of paper that had been folded many times.

Piece of paper?

A strange island, strange scenery, strange manor, strange people.

The young heart was constantly stimulated and contracted by the unknown and curiosity. The girl who had read countless detective novels crawled over with great interest and reached out to pick up the piece of paper that had been folded many times.

who can that be?

'Hi, Miss or Mr. Tourist, how are you? I'm a previous visitor here. Come on, let's do a fun relay, first you have to write down…'

——Will it be like this?

'My name is Vanna, and I'm the ex-wife of Mr. George Romy. I want to sue him...'

——Will it be like this?

I opened the note with great interest, folded it and put it back in its original place...

What caught my eye were mottled bloodstains.

There are also words written at the top of the paper.

'When you see this letter.'

'leave!'

'Get out of here! ! '

Chapter69 Prank?

The steaming, muscular body posed in front of the floor-length mirror.

Her upper body was exposed, with only a white bath towel wrapped around her waist.

'You're really strong, Amber.'

The boy muttered to himself as he looked at Hercules in the mirror.

'Go ahead and complete your twelve exercises.'

Change your pose and flex your biceps.

"First, we need to subdue a drunken banshee..."

She whistled and walked into the house wearing her bathrobe. The tasseled shawl vaguely revealed the curve of her girlfriend's back, and the face-down posture made some of her raised parts even more attractive...

Pull the bath towel.

Hercules pounced on the banshee!

"Come on, tonight we--"

An extremely sharp scream scared Mr. Strongman's bulging muscles into lean jerky.

"what--!!!"

"Ashley?"

His girlfriend closed her eyes with a grim look on her face and scratched his arms with her nails - in the pause between screams, Amber hugged Ashley into his arms.

“Ashley!!”

"I'm here! It's Amber!"

"Ashley...?" Patting gently: "Ashley? Did you have a nightmare?"

"Ashley?"

The shaking continued, but the screaming turned into sobbing.

What, what happened?

The trembling girlfriend pulled out a piece of paper from under the pillow. Her pupils, which were the same color as her hair, contained a fear that the boy couldn't understand - she covered her mouth and signaled her boyfriend to cover his mouth as well.

Pushing away the hug, the girlfriend became extremely neurotic and started looking around the room as if she was a criminal under surveillance or an addicted fan.

Ceilings, carpets, paintings on the walls; socket holes, behind mirrors, under lampshades...

'No...don't...don't have...'

"No...it can't be like this..."

With messy long hair and mumbling in his mouth, he definitely looks like a madman.

"?"

Amber scratched his head: "Ashley, you are drunk."

"I'm not fucking drunk! Abe, look at the note!" The roar was suppressed at the beginning. Ashley shrank her neck, looked around, and repeated very softly: "I'm not fucking drunk! Abe, look at the note!"

'The note!'

With tears on his angry face, the boy shrugged and shook the note at her - meaning 'I'll do as you say'.

The note itself had been opened by my girlfriend.

Seeing the glaring bloodstains, the boy's face changed slightly.

"leave!"

"Get out of here!"

The warning words coupled with the scarlet bloodstains were somewhat scary in this dark and silent night. There were many words written on the paper, and after the initial warning, the author spoke out what he wanted to say in a sporadic manner.

"I can't run away!!"

"I don't know! I don't know why he became like this..."

"Boat, there is no boat."

"He ate my finger! My finger! My finger!"

"Ava isn't here!"

"Too big..."

"This place is too big..."

"Home."

Confused expression.

There is a large empty space below, and then the text begins to become orderly.

"Look, I don't know... who you are."

"But I know that you must be a tourist who came to this island by chance, just like me."

"Don't believe what George Romey says!"

"If you want to survive, go to the dock!"

"Leave the same way you came!"

A heavy ink dot was added at the back.

"He's not normal, I mean, George Romey. The owner of the estate here."

"Cannibal, get it?!"

"He ate Ava. He ate her!"

"He ate three of my fingers... God, I'm probably not going to survive this."

There is despair between the lines.

"We are locked in the cellar. I know that there will be more victims like me. This damn thing will never stop. A small island far away from modern society, strange tribes and adventurous tourists..."

"I really regret it."

"Listen, I took great pains to get a pen and paper and stuffed them under the bed. Yes, this is where Ava and I were caught. Listen, we must escape!"

"I--"