[Objective: Survive until dawn in Robert Cresson's mansion.] 】

Returning to the game process, Su Aya listened carefully to the announcer's recitation of the different "Xianglin Sister-in-law", but read a different meaning.

At the beginning, the announcer mentions that Su Aya's character is a book seller who goes to Oxford Square to sell books. Broke into the mansion by mistake, and finally appeared alone in the study.

Su Aya thought of the role of the book seller she played, judging from the angry temperament of the murderer just now, ruling out the possibility of a tryst was also in line with the mission description when she first met.

So......

Su Aya's mind searched for any information about the person's life.

Robert Crisson, who killed two young people in Texas in 1974 using a chainsaw, brutally mutilated the victims, caused a sensation in the United States. After three years of review, the court acquitted the man due to insufficient evidence.

Su Aya sat on the desk, carefully looked at the face of her game character in the mirror, and tried in vain to find out the stubble from it, but unfortunately there was no hint, she couldn't see the particularity of the character, and took a book from the desk to look through, and inadvertently dropped a bookmark from the page, which was a beautifully made gold-plated copper skewer. Su Aya looked carefully, and there were words of unknown meaning engraved on it.

80$$

What do you mean?

She saw a lot of similar clutter in the drawer, and she didn't take it to heart, probably something irrelevant to the plot, and continued to look for clues.

She whispered a whisper about what the murderer had done after his "acquittal" as she flipped through the books written by Anonymous. The ability to think in parallel makes her reasoning progress efficient and accurate.

"In 1990, you went to London, England, changed your name, married a widow who was your pen pal, and you almost crossed half the world for love. You tell her that you were once a congressional Medal of Honor recipient. ”

This is the contents of the notepad, judging from the yellowed pages, old, recording the bits and pieces of Mr. Crisson's life, and it is well preserved, it seems that he cherishes this relationship.

The book in Su Aya's hand was replaced by a mystery novel.

Baker Street is a rich product of killer culture, and the fog is full of stories about Jack the Ripper a hundred years ago. It also gave rise to books such as Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes.

"It's the hostess's stuff."

Judging from Juanxiu's notes, the English outlines the curly tail signature, and the translation given by the announcer.

【Elena Crisson】

"I'm already married to you."

Obviously, this murderer, relying on excellent stories and writing, won the love and wealth of the pretty widow.

As soon as her mind moved, she immediately took action!

Remove the human skin doll and carefully inspect the texture of the skin. Her reading addiction flares up, as if she wants to read everything she sees, so that she can free her brain to think about other things.

"It belongs to the trunk part, it is intact, you can see the texture of the back and armpit line, there are no signs of obesity on the navel, there are no fat lines on the body, from the front chest cortex, there is a birthmark on the shoulder, which looks like a butterfly, which is an important clue, judging from the blush complexion, she is still a healthy woman."

"No, no, no." Su Aya's words changed sharply and denied the previous self-statement.

She found a lot of miscellaneous items from the drawer, among which was a photograph belonging to Elena and the murderer,

She almost attached the picture to her face and observed it in extreme detail.

"Make-up looks good. After all, it's a photo...... You have to look the best! ”

In addition, in the drawer, there are medicines that do not understand the instructions and do not give translations, and the windowless design of the study, which is obviously used to resist the cold wind and haze of the foggy capital of London. From this, she deduced that the hostess was not in good health.

"Then this little study should belong to the hostess, let's find more clues."

Gently opening the lower cabinet, you can see all kinds of trinkets and bookmarks that the hostess loved during her lifetime, many of which are printed with the signature of "Mr.J", like a morbid worship of the well-known foggy murderer Jack.

Judging from the handwriting, it is indeed handwritten by the lady herself, and the message in the lower right corner, the English annotation of the sentence "My true destiny", also conforms to the handwriting of the hostess.

Start connecting the pieces together. The hostess in the photo doesn't look young anymore, she looks like she's in her early forties, and Robert Carlison is also middle-aged, almost bald.

Wait a minute......

Baldness?

The guy with the cloak? Could it be that he also had a hair transplant?

Su Aya felt a chill all over her body, and it was a sick obsession to transplant the hair of her loved one to her head.

She sighed inexplicably: "If I was bald, I might not really be his opponent."

Su Aya rummaged through whatever she could use and continued her case-solving process.

"Robert Cresson, who committed the crime in 1974 and arrived in London in 1990, is inferred to be between thirty-eight and forty-five years old, judging from the black-haired hostess in the photo, because of the worship of killer culture, married to Mr. Krisson, the author of the novel far away in North America, is now dead, the cause of death is unknown, judging from the birthmark on the skin, it can be determined that the deceased is the hostess unmistakable, sewn into a human skin doll, and the hair may have been implanted in the murderer's scalp."

She found another comb, and then began to rummage through the small cabinet at the bottom, and found a lot of amazing things......

Bottles and cans almost rolled out! She quickly helped her hands steadily, otherwise she would alarm the male host, and it is estimated that she would have to stage another indoor brick shooting case.

"Offal, ......"

She looked closely, and there were words in her mouth.

"A complete set of human internal organs. The shock absorber is simply wrapped in clothing. Strong formalin flavor. ”

Su Aya carefully pulled out the clothes, it was an off-the-shoulder dress, but it was not the one in the photo. He carefully stuffed the bottles and cans back in, and continued to search the other cabinets.

"Robert, you can't bear to lose your wife. Even every organ on her body remained. What kind of witchcraft have you learned? Ready to conjure? ”

There was almost nothing left in the small study, except for the three-sided shelves for books, only the desk in front of me that had been searched, and the dim wall lamp.

"Found it!"

Su Aya searched for the cosmetics left by Lady Elena before her death, and her hands holding the photo were shaking, she thought of a brilliant idea, and she was so excited that she wanted to scream.

Then, in front of the mirror, she hooked her eyeliner a little bit, shadowed her nose, puffed on foundation and blush, trying to make it look as angular as European and American, and added the off-the-shoulder gown.

It's a pity that there is no lipstick, but it doesn't hurt. The only thing that made it difficult for her was the butterfly-shaped birthmark on her shoulder, and the crimson birthmark on the photo was difficult to restore 100%, but Su Aya didn't look worried at all.

Putting on the gown, she took the hostess's small wooden comb and cut her hair, and tied it tightly with the upper gut of a human skin doll according to the dignified bun in the photo. Bite your thumb, gently wipe your lips, and pout in the mirror, leaving two thrilling reds.

The final problem is birthmarks.

She carefully removed the wall lamp, the kind of retro headlamp that was very ornately decorated, and glanced at the butterfly-shaped birthmark and kept it firmly in her mind.

Then slam it into the doorknob! Smash it up!

In the dark, she used the doll's skin to pull out the hot wick, gritted her teeth, and relied on her amazing memory to draw the shape of the birthmark on her shoulder little by little. The sound of the wall lamp shattering had clearly alarmed the murderer, and time was running out for her to hear the murderer's scream. It's still in a tone of impatience.

But she was unhurried, and after burning the butterfly birthmark with a wick, she wrote and drew on the skin.

And the footsteps outside the door stopped abruptly. But it wasn't the chainsaw that Su Aya expected to break the door.

Apparently the older single young man noticed something, and looking at the dark shadows in the crack of the door, the boss hesitated.

Last time, Su Aya's straightforward shouting was the reason for angering him, and now this small study belongs to his beloved.

When the announcer read out the plot prompt, Su Aya knew that she was already halfway there!

[As a murderer, he escaped the punishment of the law and lived in nightmares and fears, which is good or bad for his life. 】

[Because of the stain in his life, he couldn't find a job, wandered the streets day and night, and lived a life of wandering. 】

[He began to write novels, poems, and even thought about writing down his experiences. 】

And when he was most confused, he received a phone call from across the ocean. He met the most beautiful girl in his life, and they got married. 】

[But the disease took her, the gentle beast, the demon in human skin, and the last shred of warmth. 】

The announcer just rightly mentioned Su Aya, like ringing the bell for her at the next plot node.

"Love...... Elena? ”

Mr. Cresson's voice trembled, and the soft footsteps in the door made him mistakenly think that his dead wife had come back to life!

Su Aya finally finished her job in a lightless environment.

She gently pushed open the door, and raised her hands and feet in a dignified manner, the aisle lights first reflected her heroic eyebrows, followed by the bright red butterfly birthmark on her shoulder. and shrouded in darkness......

seems to be as stable as an old dog, but it is actually a poor bust that is panicked.

Not enough!

These appearances are not convincing enough!

In Robert's unbelievable eyes, the blue eyes under the mask of human skin, saw ......

The handwriting on that piece of human skin in the lifelike hand of "Elena"!

【Mr Right】

Destiny.

Ruyi Langjun.

Lover.

It was written by Su Aya in an astonishing penmanship, in a dark environment, imitating the handwriting of Lady Elena.

"Elena! Elena!! ”

Mr. Kerison repeatedly called the name of his deceased wife, as if he had lost his soul, and under the human skin mask, Su Aya could see tears flowing from her eyes.

Su Aya followed the standards of the Golden Sour Plum Award and played an Oscar-level standout acting, and her witty words were quite slippery.

"You can call me Irene."

Robert didn't care about the change in his deceased wife's voice, because he had never seen Elena in her early twenties, and he was confused about the other party's answer.

"Why? Why?? Aren't you Elena!? ”

"I like that woman, the only woman in Sherlock Holmes who has beaten the main character, she is smart but not extreme, she is calm in everything, and she is so dashing that a woman can fall in love with her." Su Aya's eyes are full of determination and seriousness, as if she has become the second young woman who loves novel culture.

Robert hurriedly nodded in agreement, and his longing for his deceased wife made everything obedient, "Yes." Right...... Yeah! You like these, you like to read. I knew you would come back. I know...... You will definitely come back. ”

Su Aya had completely gained the trust of this poor and hateful man.

"What's wrong with you? The way you look scares me. ”

She was laying a solid foundation for the next step, and she looked at the blood-stained cargo pants on the murderer's body, as if he had just come out of the slaughterhouse, the dirty shirt and the withered yellow hair that had been simply and rudely implanted into the scalp because it had not been maintained for a long time. There was a look of anger and anger on her face.

Mr. Crisson hurriedly took off his human skin mask, and he explained without hesitation: "I ...... every day I wear it all and long to see you again, Elena, and I am afraid to forget what you look like, so I sniff your hair and fall asleep. Cursing God for being so cruel to separate the two of us. Sure enough, my hard work has paid off, I have left you with all my possessions, and the river Styx of life and death cannot prevent us from meeting again......"

The murderer was about to step forward to kiss him, but he told Su Aya to deftly dodge, and his steps were like fluttering butterflies. She began to step by step, inducing the other party to step into her trap step by step. Laughing: "I hate the way you are now, so I don't want to kiss you." ”

"That'...... So what to do. Kerison panicked, like a bereaved orphan, wiped his hands on his shirt again and again, trying to look as decent as possible.

Su Aya pushed the murderer's shoulder, but she obeyed as if she was powerless.

"Let's take a shower, hurry up. I'm going to cook. ”

"Good!" Mr. Kerrison threw down his mask and hurried upstairs, happy as a child. But I don't know how terrible the hidden eyes of "Irene", "Elena" or "Su Aya" behind him are.

When Robert was far away, Su Aya continued to observe the furnishings in the house. The mouth is babbling non-stop.

"From the point of view of decoration, Madame Elena is indeed a huge rich, almost comparable to the murals in the Louvre collection, as well as decorations of the level of ceiling crystal lamps, she is a rich lady who likes romance, but if she is not rich, she will not become a person who likes killers, which is understandable."

The whole house, because of Elena's death, and the absence of a hostess to clean up the room, had left Robert in a miasma, with things in a mess, and many animal skins falling on the carpet of the hall.

[The death of his lover hit him like a thunderstorm in spring, although at the wedding the murderer prayed to his heart and spent the rest of his life with his beloved. He knows what kind of person he is, and he used to transform his "interest" in killing into his creation, and Elena has become his confidante, but now just slaughtering animals can't satisfy his soul thirsting for blood. Soon he will repeat the same mistakes and take pleasure in killing. 】

Su Aya gave the announcer a thumbs up. Free up a small part of your brain's workload. Then she began to tidy up the room, remembering Elena's height, corresponding to the location and classification of all the items, and her habits of use.

Books, pen and ink, contracts with publishers. Everything was well organized, and even the chainsaw was nicely placed on the utility rack by the fireplace with leather scissors.

But she doesn't mean to cook at all, she can't cook British food, what if the "looking up at the stars" that will come out is not authentic?

(Note: Looking up at the starry sky, a famous British dish, is a fish head inserted in a pie, famous for its unique shape and unpalatable.) ）

When Robert finished washing, he stopped in front of the mirror for a long time, his eyes were bloodshot, and he saw the room that was much the same as before, and began to cry again, he ...... Not young anymore.

[Now Elena, no...... Young Irene. Will Mr. Kerrison really be able to keep this dancing "butterfly"? 】

Su Aya spoke first, and ran the train with her mouth full: "I'm sorry, I just remembered that after the resurrection, I really can't get used to eating your human dishes."

The meaning of this statement is with a strong psychological hint. Pry open the door of the murderer's heart.

Kerison walked slowly down the hall and sat down beside his "lover", knowing how ugly his beard was, and his tone was mixed.

Erin...... Have you embraced a new life? A new identity? ”

"Truth be told, I'm not human anymore." Su Aya pretended to close her eyes and ponder, she was really brewing acting skills, "You have waited for me for so long, and I also want to wait for a new you." Through your rituals, the thoughts of me day and night have pulled me back from hell. Let's start over. It's like you've just met. ”

Robert Cresson, the murderer, under Su Aya's strong psychological suggestion and verbal inducement, understands the meaning of his deceased wife "Elena".

Through an evil ritual in his hands, he once again brought his deceased wife, Elena, back to the present world. Now her bloated and decrepit body is not worthy of "pure and innocent Irene".

"Good...... Good ......" the murderer leaned back on the couch. One by one, he said, "First of all, you have to peel the skin." ”

Su Aya also brought a meat picking knife from the fireplace, and she obeyed the other party's orders step by step. Holding the knife back, his face full of anticipation: "I listen, I listen to your words, I listen to everything, how am I going to kill you?" ”

Robert replied gently, "If you want to keep the skin intact......"

Su Aya hurriedly interrupted, "I just want you to be less painful." ”

It's not that this girl has no patience in her heart, if she follows the other party's routine, maybe a mistake will hurt this murderer, and under the ferocity, God knows what kind of moth will come out.

Robert looked serene: "What a gentle girl...... Irene, I love you. ”

Su Aya coldly refused: "I don't love you now." ”

"Then poke your heart. Then peel the skin. ”

"Hmm."

"Remove soft tissues, muscles, internal organs and remain. Hair...... I don't have any hair, you can keep a piece of your scalp and your face as a mask, and I sleep with it every day, until when I see you today, I finally know that it all means. ”

"Getting to the point."

"The organs are well sealed, I don't know how long this ritual lasts, it should have been five years since you died to today." The murderer had a nostalgic look on his face and a sense of anticipation for life.

"I'll stick with it. Five years, more than 1,800 days and nights. But when you come back, I'll be old again...... Crisson, will you dislike me. Su Aya hid her fangs and whispered softly.

"Little fool...... Then, put these things in the place where you used to stay during your lifetime, and you like to stay in the study the most, but the books about demonic science say that the conjuring spirit should leave a wall with a window or at least a seam, otherwise the spirit will not find its way back. will be kept out of the wall. You remember it clearly. ”

"That Cleison...... What do you most like to be here? Su Aya's sentences are false and true.

"Me...... In your arms, of course. By the way, you also have to remember that sewing a human skin doll for me is very important in the ritual. "The murderer has already confessed.

"Is that all?"

"Right...... That's all. ”

Robert Callison, accompanied by the love of his life, held Su Aya's hand holding the sharp knife, and looked at the affectionate eyes of the "lover". Stabbed a knife into your own heart!

The pain was only temporary, and even in the last moments before he died, Robert had a heartbreaking tenderness in his eyes.

[Until the moment he died, he believed your rhetoric. 】

[Maybe in hell, if there is a hell specially set up for such people.] I will definitely fight for the annihilation of my soul, and I will crawl back to you, a woman who is more terrible than a demon, to get back that account. 】

"You just say ~~ Wen Liang and virtuous half a point will count me as losing."

Su Aya stepped on Robert Cresson's corpse again, holding the other party's treasured book of demon knowledge in her hand, and the flames of the fireplace rose up, stretching her shadow into the shape of a demon.

She pushed open the door and saw the misty London, under the bridge that flickered in the night, the river ripples seemed to be stirred into syrup, and when she took a puff of the hazy fog, Su Aya seemed to feel the sweetness of the blood floating from her lips. Wipe the blood off her hands, the dark dress and dress are spotless, and put on the black veil that the infatuated person has treasured for many years that belongs to Elena. She put on her shoes. Hurriedly left the land of right and wrong.

【Starter Level Ended】

[Your character attributes are as follows]

[Strength: E (The degree of breaking the wall lamp.) ）】

[Dexterity: D (disguised disguise, handicraft is outstanding. ）】

[Perception: D (Your powers of observation are nuanced. ）】

[Spirit: C (Quick thinking, bold. ）】

[Magic: B-(You can call the devil who has the heart of a femme fatale and plays with human feelings, there must be a place for you in hell, you have a very good magical talent.] ）】

"No!" After hearing this customs clearance, Su Aya immediately trotted back from the street." I'm going to do it all over again! ”

【What?!! Are you still not satisfied with this property? 】

Su Aya nodded.

【Novice Level Reset---】

Fifteen minutes later, Su Aya concocted the expected plan to record. It's still a disguised start, it's still inducing the murderer to commit suicide. It's just a small difference.

After handing the knife into Mr. Crisson's heart, in Crisson's gentle eyes, he saw "Erin" pull out a brick from behind him......

[I know...... I knew it... I'm so stupid... It's true. 】

Su Aya raised her hand to the half-dead Mr. Cleison with a set of quality trifecta. After grabbing the chainsaw to split the head and cover the brain for "craniotomy", the process can only be described by the words "heartbreaking".

Ultimately...... She was covered in blood and completed the novice level as calmly as before.

[Your character attributes are as follows]

[Strength: D (You are much more dangerous than ordinary murderers)]

[Dexterity: D (disguised disguise, handicraft is outstanding. ）】

[Perception: D (Your powers of observation are nuanced. ）】

[Spirit: C (Quick thinking, bold. ）】

[Magic: B (Under the seemingly gentle appearance, there is a femme fatale, and he is already a devil who plays with human feelings, and he has the possibility of turning into a demon at any time, throwing you into hell, and you will want to go down a few more floors!) You have a very good talent for magic. ）】

[Welcome back to the world of Sensen. 】

【Teleporting ......】

[You will go to the main plane of the game, and according to your previous dungeon performance, you will be assigned to the autumn zone of the forest, and the partition map is: Butterfly Valley. 】

[The main plane is a large indie sandbox world with lots of friendly and approachable players like you, and please be considerate of the gameplay experience of other players in the community.] Thank you for your cooperation. 】

[I don't have much hope anyway. 】

Su Aya wiped the blood off her face: "It's so cool that ---"

【Teleporting ......】

[Teleportation completed.] 】