The only thing that caught the Mist Blade's view was a wooden staircase leading to the second floor, and beyond that, there was dust and passing cockroaches.

The wooden ladder is solid and should still work, but it is too rudimentary.

-- Our Gordoraye family has always advocated saving money, effort, energy, and environmental protection.

"Is it necessary to save so much that you don't even buy furniture? Then why did you buy such a big house? ”

- Large population.

However, it seems that the condition of the second floor is clear at a glance. The corridor on the second floor of the fog blade used to be three rooms with a door and a toilet that was only half as long.

If there is one room for the Gordoraye couple, and the other two rooms are staffed with—

"You're going to see Olohuia as unpleasant, is that the one?"

- That's right.

From childhood to adulthood, it is no wonder that it will be called a beast. He decided to climb the wooden ladder and go to the second floor to start a new journey. Never mind...... It also saves time and effort in finding things this way.

Unlike the empty floor on the first floor, in terms of appearance and details, the second floor has more resources to allow the fog blade to be used.

Whether it's graffiti on the wall, a tight-fitting toilet seat, or a wrinkle-free bed, it's all worth paying attention to.

"Which room is yours?"

Sure enough, let's start with the most likely place.

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Together, the sisters pointed to the innermost room, which was the most spacious of the three rooms.

As soon as you step inside, the new air moisturizes the skin of the Mist Blade. The room that should have been old and deserted, there was no old rotten smell, but a fragrance made him-

"What are you shooting? What are you recording? Bring it to me. ”

Mist Blade snatched the sisters' mobile phones, and then deleted the results of the high-profile report of these two little ghosts, which really can't be careless, even if it is done to this point, these little ghosts are still eyeing him, waiting to send him on his last ride.

The mirror hanging in front of the dressing table has been cracked, making it difficult to use normally, but there is a family photo of the Gordoraye family.

If you look closely, there is only this family photo, which can prove that this house belongs to the Gordoraye family.

"What do you guys usually do...... Before your family went through these events. ”

- You ask this......

- What are you going to do?

The sisters saw the serious expression of the Fog Blade, forgot about the funny and troublesome character, and replied seriously.

"Nothing...... But what if I said that I was an orphan before I met Kana? ”

- That's -

"I have parents, but I wouldn't admit that they were my parents. If you have secretly investigated me with Charlie Ouya, then you should know that I have been a helpless orphan since seven years ago, and the only one who can be called a family is longing. ”

“……”

"But — that's probably the best for me. Because as I said, I wouldn't admit that they were my parents. ”

- Why?

Judging from the sisters' questions, there is really a gap between their family's relationship and the experience of the Fog Blade, and that gap is exactly what the Fog Blade once envied and longed for.

Now, because of some events, their family is ruined and ended up in the same field as themselves.

So—the Fogblade resonated, and wanted to spit out these things he had never told anyone before.

To put it simply, they never fulfilled their responsibilities as parents. So from the time I was born to the events of seven years ago, I was like an orphan. ”

- Maybe they have something to worry about?

"I can guarantee that even if all the parents in the world die, it will not be the turn of those two people to suffer. If I have to say it - I know those two guys very well, especially the guy who gave birth to me at 10 months pregnant. ”

- That's your mom?

"I won't admit she's my mom!"

When Fogblade realized that it was too late, the sisters were already cowering as their emotions were out of control.

“…… Anyway, I'll figure out what to do with you, but I can't reunite your family, and I want to state that first. ”

- No, you don't.

"Huh?"

- Not only do we all have the painful experience of losing, but we are now also accomplices in the kidnapping. We don't need to lick each other's wounds and seek comfort at all, because we are already a family.

“……”

Mist Blade's head suddenly went blank, but he didn't feel that these sisters' words were unpleasant, and he still wanted to store the bits and pieces of today's events in his album called Life.

To hide his embarrassment, he closed the floor-to-ceiling window to the balcony and opened the closet.

First, there was a pungent smell of dust, and after the Mist Blade Mission slapped it off, several men's suits and women's pajamas, jeans, and tights hung inside.

The inside of the wardrobe is very narrow and airtight, and the suits hanging on the hangers are all attached to the ground, as if they are ...... Nothing special, just something you'd see in the closet, but the unbearable stench made Mist Blade want to get out of it right away.

"Nothing to see, let's go."

Mist Blade grabbed his hair, and one turned to leave—

"That's right—"

He suddenly turned back and caught the uninvited guest—the tenant who was living here, to be exact.

"There's really someone hiding in this kind of garbage dump - Migatti."

“————”

Mist Blade was about to take a new step, and he couldn't wait to run out of the closet to attack him—the woman had been in ambush for a long time, waiting for the right moment to strike.

"Tights are a common item worn by stuntmen, and it's weird to see this kind of thing in people's homes, right?"

Here's a point, another fatal point:

"However, when it comes to it, I would suspect the existence of the ambush, and your name was not in the crowd that attacked us at that time."

In other words, Migatti's job is most likely to be in charge of other tasks. However, considering Serina's individual actions, Mist Blade had already gone the opposite way and chose to think against the sky, but the result was so embarrassing and normal, a little disappointed.

"Who's your head? Horse-headed ghosts and minotaurs were summoned by you? If so, how do you call? And the real relationship between Yareth and the Heribel family is—"

Mist Blade knew very well that he was headless and brainless to ask a bunch of questions, and the other party could refuse to respond, and at present, all he could do was to obtain favorable information from the other party as much as possible.

Even if the marriage is dissolved tomorrow, it does not mean that the other party has a reason to let them go, if they are willing to let go, why bother with the crowd, after the bride and groom get it back, continue to chase and fight after the bride and groom.

Hostages are the next step, and there is no other way for the fog blade.

"Who am I listening to? He should be coming to see you soon. ”

This appetizing statement - and sure enough! The danger siren goes off, it's the sound of traffic!

Not just one, apparently the same people who brought back Yalese and Lyxia a moment ago!

"How could it be...... So fast, delaying tactics so quickly lose their effectiveness? ”

"Procrastination? What are you procrastinating? What is that tied to you? ”

"Gas—"

In addition to the employee identification card, these balloons and meals issued also have such a function? It's sick! Mistblade frantically let go of Migatti, ripped off the balloon he had given him, grabbed the sisters, and ran outside.

At this time, he was far inferior to the Helibel family in terms of numbers, strength and plans, and this battle could not be won, at least when he was ready-

“…………”

The Fogblade let go, and instead raised his hands and signaled for himself to surrender:

“…… Endeksen. Helibel. ”

Enderkeson pointed at the gun and aimed it at Mistblade's chest, like a grim reaper ready to kill him.

"Where do you want to go? Would you like to let me know? ”

The Fogblade was forced to retreat gradually, with Migatti guarding behind. Acting rashly will only cost your life in vain, and there must be troops downstairs for repression.

“…………”

Helpless.

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How long has it been since then?

I always feel that I am living in the hell of "life", which must not be an illusion - after all, the Fogblade is now a prisoner alive. Facts, not descriptions.

From the top of your head, about the size of the mailbox, you can see the blue sky and white clouds outside, so it should be daylight.

But I can also be sure that I can't escape from this small, confined space that can only accommodate about two people on my own.