Chapter 444： Contradiction Spiral (End)

Irene Karsuna will leave it alone...

That handsome young man with brown hair, Wilbur Waterley, was the central figure of the whole incident!

Nexia mentioned this person several times and called it the "origin of disaster", which contributed to all the weirdness of the Canosal Hotel, even the weeping angel and the spiritual hell. Has a deep relationship with this person.

From the first day of the first meeting, Lord had a weird feeling, but after getting into it, he couldn't tell what was wrong.

This strange feeling of disharmony was extremely obvious to Wilbur Waterley, as if he was out of step with this world, and there was a strange aura everywhere, which made him feel inexplicably disgusted.

While Lorde was thinking about it, Constantine had already walked into the crowd at the banquet, and was surprised to find that these people could not see him. Not only did they ignore his existence, but even did not respond to being pushed deliberately.

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

"They are already dead, and now it's just a repeat of the ‘established fact’ that has happened in the past." Neksia reminded him in a timely manner to let Konstantin stop trying.

"Reenactment...death?"

Lord's eyes locked on the crimson wall clock, and the time was now ten thirty.

The banquet is still being held as usual, and everyone’s faces are full of smiles.

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

The woman next to her couldn't stand it. She got up and tried to pull the angry man away, but was slapped severely. After she fell to the ground, she was punched and kicked by the man. The painful whole person curled up, and her mouth burst out. Screaming.

Constantine can clearly see from the side that they are a family of three who died before.

And the cause of death of this furious man was that the woman was hit on the skull with a blunt weapon, and finally was stabbed several times and died. Now it seems that this man is totally unworthy of sympathy, and even a little schadenfreude.

Following the torture of the angry man, the banquet was finally aborted.

Everyone was so troubled and lost the thought of continuing to play, so they walked out of the banquet hall together and went back to their own rooms.

"Follow up."

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

Wilbur Waterley also seemed to be drunk and was supported by Irene Karsina, but after all, the weight of the two was not in the same order. Only a weak woman wanted to help the drunk man go forward. It was still a bit difficult, so it soon fell to the end of the crowd.

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

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

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

Irene Karsuna opened the door of the room, and then helped her husband to walk in cautiously. Lord and the others came to the room to observe silently, waiting for the next ‘story’.

After the drunk Wilbur was settled, the exhausted Irene took off her clothes and went into the bathroom to clean up the dirt.

ticking...ticking...

The hour hand in the room slowly turned, slowly reaching ten and forty.

Irene finally finished washing, and walked out of the bathroom naked, standing proud of the twin peaks, walking round legs, this scene made Constantine's eyes widened, could not help swallowing, after all, one The supermodel's body is still very attractive to men.

Nekxia glanced at Lorde sneakingly, wanting to see how his father reacted.

However, Lord was expressionless and did not react at all, as if he was looking at a dead body, his eyes were extremely cold and silent.

You deserve to be a father...

Neksia’s emerald green eyes were bent into crescents, and the corners of his lips evoked an arc of joy. It seemed that his father was indeed an upright man, definitely not as lustful as his mother said.

Irene sat on the edge of the bed with Erlang's legs tilted, took a bath towel and wiped her wet hair, humming modern pop songs in her mouth, and tapping with her free left hand from time to time. It seemed that her little days were quite comfortable.

Wilbur Waterley, who was still drunk and sleeping, suddenly stood up stiffly as if being manipulated, put his hands on Irene's round shoulders, and then slowly began to move downwards.

Feeling the hands sliding over her body, a trace of desire gradually occupied her brain, and a seductive smile crossed the corner of Irene's mouth. When she was about to turn her head and hug her husband for courtship, Wilbur Waterley's eyes suddenly turned red. The light faintly reveals a vicious and tyrannical atmosphere.

The next moment, Wilbur opened his mouth and bit on 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 to chew and bite like a crazy beast. Irene screamed and waved her hands wildly, and the main artery on her neck was torn. Broken, blood poured out like a fountain.

Soon, Irene stopped struggling.

But at this time she hasn't completely died, her consciousness is still in the blurry boundary, her pupils have expanded to the limit, with an unbelievable look, there is a silent sob in her mouth, and gurgling blood flows from her neck.

Wilbur let out a weird wicked smile, turned and walked into the kitchen, and when he came out again, he held a bone chopper in his hand.

The next thing, even Constantine couldn't bear to look directly at it.

Wilbur Waterley took advantage of Irene's pain and consciousness, and cut the woman's body with one knife after another. He walked up from his legs a little bit, and finally decapitated the woman's head. And placed it on the shoe cabinet in the hallway.

"Eleven o'clock exactly."

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

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

After dismembering his beloved wife Irene, Wilbur Waterley slowly opened the door, and then walked down. Lord saw it and quickly followed, and the other two walked out. Room.

The carpet in the entire corridor has already turned dark red.

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

But when they looked up, they found Wilbur was gone.

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

Lord's face was complex, and he sighed: "Everyone in this hotel is in a weird cycle, repeating death repeatedly, like... a miniature reincarnation process. ."

"Repeat death, pervert!"

Constantine was puzzled: "Why does he repeat this process?"

"Repeat death, observe death."

Lord rubbed the corners of his eyes tiredly, and sighed: "If I guess right, the reason Wilbur Waterley did this may be to explore whether human death will happen through the endless cycle of death. The difference appears."

"You are only half right, father."

After they triggered the conditions, Nexia can reveal part of the plot: "To be precise, Wilbur wants to find a way to break the ‘established fact’ by exploring the repeated deaths of humans."

"Oh, contradictory spiral."

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