Curtain XXXIII Mission
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When the most timid guy stumbled into the mansion and said that he had seen the clown nearby outside, they began to think about getting out of here.
They knew that with the guts of this coward, they would not dare and could not become a clown, so this also showed that the clown was not one of the five people in existence.
The five of them, it's time to stick together.
They got together and discussed a plan to escape. No, it's a plan, it's just a gathering and running out.
But it was at this critical juncture that the wisest of men rejected them with a sneer.
"I would never participate in this kind of mentally retarded and brain-dead program."
With that, he shut himself in his room, no matter how much the mature guy knocked on the door.
The four of them looked at each other and decided to leave him, after all, there is no friendship between life and death, and if it drags on any longer, if the clown attacks, they have nothing to do, and now they must take the initiative.
So the four of them gathered together and fled.
The man who had been left behind stood in the room, watching the four disappear into the jungle, a small smile on his lips.
"Looks like you don't remember."
He sighed and closed the curtains.
His curtains were specially made, with a layer of tulle and a layer of thick satin, and now he had closed the layer of satin, so that the whole room was deprived of light, as if it were night.
He sat down in his chair and waited quietly for the Joker to arrive.
After a while, he heard the sound of the door opening, although inaudible, but under his deliberate attention, he still heard it.
He raised his head slightly, looking into the darkness.
"If my memory is correct, you're Alice."
Although the other party did not reply, he did not kill the killer at the first time.
Pursing his lips, he spoke.
"I know what you're going to do, but before I do that, let me say something."
After a long silence, the other party's voice floated from the darkness.
"Why don't you run away?"
Hearing that familiar voice, the man smiled.
"Why do you want to run away, I owe it to you."
"That robbery?"
"Some of it, too."
The man touched his chin.
"I'm smarter than anyone else, and it's not just me who prides myself on it, I've been using my wits to tease out the veins since the first time that curious guy disappeared with you, remembering that a clown was persecuting us. The mature guy may have a vague feeling that he should do this, but he is too steady after all. I think more than anyone else, and I have more memories and therefore more knowledge. β
And the voice of the clown also came.
"But that doesn't mean you're going to be shackled."
"No, that's why I'm holding my hands down, Miss Alice."
The man chuckled.
"I probably remember more than you do, and I know what you slaughtered the righteous for. Miss Alice, no, Miss Beauty. According to the Eastern saying, we are all poisonous insects in a box now, and only one can survive, and the last surviving insect will no longer be its original appearance, but will be called Gu. The eight of us are on a path to make that perfect Alice, and there are many things we need to do to make her perfect. For example, let her have innocence, learn emotion, have wisdom, become steady, learn to doubt, be wary of others, and so on. β
His voice paused, waiting for the teenage clown to digest for a few seconds before continuing.
"It is for this reason that this ritual of killing each other cannot be stopped until Miss Alice is truly born. There's nowhere to run. It's a pity that they can't see through this, and they toss and turn in vain. This ritual has been completed, and I don't know why it's repeating itself, but I feel like that's our destiny. β
"Fate?"
"Yes, fate, but it's better to say it's a mission, because I didn't really want to do anything since I was born, and it's not bad to accept such a mission now."
The man sighed so emotionally.
"yes, it's not bad to accept such a mission."
And the clown unexpectedly chimed in.
"Is there anything else you'd like to say?"
The man heard this, thought for a moment, and nodded.
"I want you to be the most perfect Alice, beautiful young lady. For this, I dedicate my wisdom and my life. β
The clown was silent for two seconds and chuckled.
"As you wish."
"yes, then, let's get started, my joining should be able to open that door for you, right?"
The man closed his eyes and relaxed his body.
"Accept me in your most beautiful way now."
Then, he felt the burning heat on his back, like taking a hot bath in winter, and the burning heat seeped into the depths of his body like an invisible ghost.
He let out a long, satisfied sigh.
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I have to say that Fujiwara Meihong is an excellent analyst.
She not only saw Yakumo's confusion and fear, but also used this fear to force Yakumo to make a choice.
Is it this world, or is it the world of Gensokyo?
Yakumo's original plan was just to seek the truth and learn more about Gensokyo's inextricable relationship with this world, but Fujiwara Meihong obviously didn't want to give her that much time.
However, Yakumo Purple would not follow the rhythm of the other party, and she stood up when the other party forced his gaze over.
"Miss Fujiwara, I have to say that you are a very annoying guy, although I don't know what you want to provoke me for, but if you are only to this extent, then don't continue to try."
Fujiwara Meihong looked at Yakumo Murasaki's slightly angry face, but shook her head.
"Yakumo Murasaki, I need your statement, otherwise I'm not sure what I'll do."
As she spoke, she raised her right hand, and a burst of fire burst out of her palm like a flower.
She watched the flame dance in her palm and sneered.
"It's not a threat, Yakumo. You're not the same you used to be, and they're not the same people you used to be. β
Yakumo's face was ugly, and he was about to say something, but the phone rang at an inopportune time.
Fujiwara Meihong frowned, put down her hand and extinguished the flames, looking very reasonable.
Although this reasoning is based on terrible words and power.
And although Yakumo Zi didn't want to answer the call very much, when she saw Fujiwara Meihong's movements, she had to take out her mobile phone.
γKaguya Taketoriγ
It's this again...... I must have asked myself to make an excuse to go to Shiai again.
"Hey, I'm Yakumo Murasaki."
The other party's voice also came over energetically.
"Hey, Senior Sister Yakumo, the concubine is Taketori."
At the same time, Fujiwara's red eyes lit up. She reached over and fished out Yakumo's phone, but Yakumo was caught off guard and didn't grab it.
Fujiwara Meihong turned on the speaker with a light touch, and everyone heard the words of the Taketori girl.
ββ¦β¦ So, let's buy a cake together, let's just send it to the blue-haired Lori, and by the way, we can see the situation of the ten loves, right? β
Taketori Kaguya muttered a few words like this, and when he heard that the other party did not react at all, he stopped.
ββ¦β¦ Yakumo-senpai? β
Fujiwara Meihong was silent for two seconds and slowly spoke.
"Kaguya."
There was also a pause on the other side of the phone, and then Taketori spoke again.
"Fujiwara sister red."
Unlike the previous vigor and liveliness, the current Taketori Kaguya is more of a high-pitched, spotless tone.
It's like a princess.
Fujiwara Mei laughed shamefully.
"Come on, it's time for a showdown."
ps: Che-chan touches his head~
In addition, I will take a leave of absence, I will go out tomorrow, and it is estimated that it will take a few days to be able to come back, but if there is a chance to find an Internet cafΓ©, we will do it again, um. In addition, since the daily update, I feel that the manuscript is becoming more and more insufficient. In addition, Che Sauce is really cute