A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

Chapter 444 Contradiction Spiral (End)

Erin Casvina aside for a moment...

That handsome young man with brown hair, Wilbur Whateley, was the central figure in the whole affair!

Nexia mentioned this person several times in her mouth, and called him the "origin of disaster", which single-handedly contributed to all kinds of weirdness in the Canosal Hotel, even the Weeping Angel and Limbo Prison. Has a deep connection with this person.

From the moment we met in the first day of junior high school, Lord had a weird feeling, but when he got to the bottom of it, he couldn't tell what was wrong.

This strange feeling of disobedience was extremely obvious in Wilbur Whateley, as if he was out of tune with this world, and there was a strange aura everywhere, which made him inexplicably disgusted.

While Lord was thinking, Constantine had already walked into the crowd at the banquet, and was surprised to find that these people couldn't see him, not only turned a blind eye to his existence, but even didn't respond to being pushed on purpose.

In the eyes of these people, he is like a ghost that does not exist.

"They've already died, and now it's just a repeat, an 'established fact' that has happened in the past." Nexia reminded Constantine in a timely manner, telling Constantine not to try again.

"Reenact...death?"

Lord locked his eyes on the crimson wall clock, and the current time is ten thirty.

The banquet was still held as usual, and everyone's faces were filled with smiles.

When the atmosphere reached its climax, a man behaved rudely when he was drunk, without the style of a British gentleman, cursing George VI wantonly, and even began to smash the utensils on the table.

The woman next to her couldn't stand it anymore, she stood up and wanted to pull the furious man away, but she was slapped severely, fell to the ground and was kicked and punched by the man again, the whole person curled up in pain, screaming There was a burst of mourning.

Constantine could see clearly that they were the family of three who died before.

And the cause of death of this furious man was that the woman hit his skull with a blunt instrument, and was finally stabbed to death several times. Now it seems that this man is not worthy of sympathy at all, and even a little bit of schadenfreude.

With the abuse of the furious man, the banquet was finally suspended.

All of them lost the will to continue playing after such a fuss, so they walked out of the banquet hall together and went back to their own rooms.

"Follow."

Lord said softly, and then walked out of the room with everyone.

Wilbur Whateley also seemed to be drunk, and was supported by Irene Cassina, but after all, the weight of the two was not in the same order, and only a weak woman wanted to help a drunk man forward. It was still a little difficult, so I quickly fell to the back of the crowd.

When passing through the other floors, Lord deliberately kept an eye out.

Whenever they passed a room, they would throw a surveillance bacterium into it until they followed the Wilburs and returned to the fifth floor of the hotel.

It was still the familiar hotel corridor, but this time the carpet was no longer dark red soaked in blood.

Irene Casvina opened the door of the room, and then walked in cautiously with her husband. Lord and the others followed closely behind, came to the room and observed silently, waiting for the next 'drama'.

After settling down the drunk Wilbur, the exhausted Irene undressed and went into the bathroom to clean the dirt.

tick tock... tick tock...

The hour hand in the room was slowly turning, and it slowly reached ten forty.

Irene finally finished washing, and walked out of the bathroom naked, with her proud peaks and round legs. This scene made Constantine's eyes widen, and he couldn't help swallowing. After all, a The figure of a supermodel is still very attractive to men.

Nexia secretly glanced at Lord, wanting to see his father's reaction.

However, Lord was expressionless, without any reaction at all, as if he was looking at a dead body, his eyes were extremely cold and silent.

As expected of a father...

Nexia's emerald green eyes were curved into crescent moons, and the corners of her lips curled up in joy. It seemed that her father was indeed an upright man, definitely not as lustful as her mother said.

Eileen sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, wiped her wet hair with a bath towel, hummed modern pop songs, and beat the beat with her free left hand from time to time. It seemed that she was living a very comfortable life.

Wilbur Whateley, who was still drunk and asleep, suddenly stood up stiffly as if under control, put his hands on Irene's round shoulders, and then slowly began to move down.

Feeling the hands sliding over her body, a trace of desire gradually took over her brain, a seductive smile appeared on the corner of Irene's mouth, and when she was about to turn around and hug her husband for courtship, Wilbur Whateley's eyes suddenly turned red The rays of light revealed an evil and tyrannical air faintly.

The next moment, Wilbur opened his mouth and bit Irene's slender neck fiercely.

Don't get me wrong, Wilbur is not a vampire, he doesn't have sharp fangs, he just uses flat teeth, biting like a crazy beast, Irene screamed and waved her hands indiscriminately, the main artery on her neck was torn Broken, blood gushed out like a fountain.

Soon, Erin stopped struggling.

But at this time she was not completely dead, her consciousness was still at the border of blur, her pupils dilated to the limit, she had an expression of disbelief, a silent sob came out of her mouth, and gurgling blood flowed from her neck.

Wilbur gave a strange evil smile, turned around and walked into the kitchen, and when he came out again, he was holding a bone chopping knife in his hand.

What happened next, even Constantine couldn't bear to look directly at it.

Wilbur Whateley took advantage of Irene's still life, when she still had pain and consciousness, cut the woman's body apart with one knife after another, walked up from the legs little by little, and finally chopped off the woman's head. And put it on the shoe cabinet in the entrance.

"Eleven o'clock sharp."

Lord looked at the clock in the room and found that it was exactly eleven o'clock.Flick to open the projection that monitors bacteria.

In all the rooms on the other floors, various ways of death were being staged at the same time, just like what they had seen before.

And the only one who didn't die was Wilbur Whateley.

After Wilbur Whateley dismembered his beloved wife Irene, he slowly opened the door, and then walked down. Seeing this, Lord quickly followed, and the other two followed closely behind. Room.

The carpet in the entire corridor has turned dark red.

This scene is exactly what they saw when they came here before and saw the tragedy in the hotel room.

But when they looked up, they found that Wilbur had disappeared.

"it is as expected......"

Lord showed a complicated look, and sighed: "Everyone in this hotel is in a strange cycle, and will continue to repeat death, like... a miniature reincarnation process .”

"Repeat death, pervert!"

Constantine asked puzzled, "Why did he repeat this process?"

"Repeat death, watch death."

Lord rubbed the corners of his eyes wearily, and sighed: "If my guess is correct, the reason why Wilbur Whateley did this may be to explore whether human beings will die through the endless cycle of death. Differences emerge."

"You're only half right, father."

After they triggered the conditions, Nexia can reveal part of the plot again: "To be precise, Wilbur wants to find a way to break the 'established facts' by exploring the repeated deaths of human beings."

"Oh, spiral of contradictions."

Lord sneered, and said: "With such a similar technique, I thought he was going to pursue the root cause."