When Makoto first arrived, there were eight people here, and when he first arrived, there were still eight people here. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The place where the old man who was supposed to teach him about necromancy was sitting a child.

A young boy who is exactly the same as the werewolf Elena before she transformed.

In this fantasy, Makoto's nominal younger brother.

But it was obviously such a tense juncture that a strange thought suddenly popped into his mind.

Does the werewolf Elena also have a little friend?

This thought is so undisciplined.

Makoto's face twisted strangely, and he shook his head, finally forcing down the thought.

He looked up at the presence in front of him and said, "I thought they only touched me." ”

The little boy seems to have become the leader of the place, and he is the only one who responds to Makoto's arrival.

He laughed, "Of course not, my brother, after you exposed our home, they also found me. ”

Cheng was slightly moved, because he woke up early in the illusion, he actually didn't take the initiative to expose it, and the situation that the younger brother in front of him said seemed to be mixed with real history.

Makoto's awakening makes the illusion that is about to enter a desperate chapter nearly collapse, the fixed process completely collapses, and many hidden secrets are completely gone.

Makoto was silent for a moment and said, "I thought it was me at first, but then I thought it was my father. ”

That's right, at first I thought it was the one I played who brought the despair, but then things developed, and it seemed that the haunted house should be the father of the painter, and now in the face of a brother who was obviously abnormal, he once again felt that his judgment was wrong.

The younger brother smiled, as if he was not surprised by Makoto's words, and said, "Of course, this is true, your learning of demon knowledge has brought despair, but this does not negate that I did not bring anything else. ”

He spoke proudly, and then he made an even more astonishing news: "And what do you think your sister, mother, and father have done?"

Makoto was stunned, a little unclear.

He turned his mind around and wondered, "Does it mean that I shouldn't think from the perspective of just one person, but include all my family?"

Makoto suddenly felt that if everyone here had a story, then some things would be easier to explain.

But at this moment, he suddenly noticed that one of the people around the fire looked very similar to his father.

The hood that was supposed to hide the appearance was no longer useful.

He suddenly felt a chill, and when he looked closely, he saw that not only his father, but also his mother, sister, and 'himself' were among them.

A family of five was all sitting around the fire.

Makoto took a step back and shouted, "How come?"

There were eight people in total, except for this family of five, and Makoto immediately noticed that the back of the old man with his back to him was very familiar, obviously the old man who taught him magic.

There are two left!

And it was these two people who made him feel the chill spread throughout his body.

One of the figures looked like Elena in black armor.

Needless to say, the other one could not be anyone else except him.

Everyone sat around the fire like empty shells, except for the little boy, who was different from the others.

Things suddenly entered the illogical state that Makoto feared the most.

This is the realm of real ghosts.

The little boy looked at him with pity-filled eyes and said, "Have you noticed?"

Said sincerely: "It wasn't these people at first. ”

"Of course, it wasn't us that you saw at first. ”

Makoto said, "Who are you?"

The little boy made a sad expression and said, "It's really too much, as an older brother, you actually asked your younger brother who are you?"

Cheng had a chill and was a little confused.

He thought for a moment, took a few steps forward, and came to the fire.

As he got closer, he saw more and more clearly.

Two of them are indeed himself and Elena, yes, and they are what they look like in reality.

As Makoto approached, the fire in the middle burned more and more, as if Makoto's arrival had added some kind of fuel to it.

At the same time, the flames on his body became hotter and hotter, bringing stronger pain.

But fortunately, it is not really burning after all, and the pain is still within the range of bearability.

However, as he got closer, Makoto also discovered the difference between these eight people.

A family of five, except for the younger brother who is alive, the others all give people the feeling of an empty shell, as if they have all been burned out.

The cult old man is even worse, he even has a little crippled shell.

Unlike them, Makoto and Elena are very fulfilling, even far more fulfilling than the proud little boy.

He squinted his eyes slightly and said, "It's not me." ”

He could really feel that his body was not here by denying his talent.

The little boy laughed twice when he heard this, and suddenly pulled out a wooden stick from the fire in the middle, handed it to Makoto, and said, "Then burn it." ”

Makoto looked at the wooden sticks that had been completely burned at both ends, and then at himself, a little hesitant for a while.

He thought it was a psychometric question, but the answer didn't appear randomly until he was done.

His hesitation was ridiculed by the little boy, who said, "Why, don't you dare? Of course you don't dare, because this is you, the real you." ”

With a mockery, he lowered his hand holding the torch, as if ready to throw the torch back into the fire.

Makoto suddenly shouted, "Who said I wouldn't dare." ”

The little boy immediately smiled, handed over the wooden stick again, and said, "Here you go." ”

Makoto glanced at the little boy and grabbed it on the burning stick.

Multiply!

The sound of roasting meat sounded immediately, but immediately, an even more painful wail resounded through the place.

The flames on the wooden stick that Makoto was holding suddenly doubled.

He manipulated his own flame of vengeance and slammed into it.

And the flame, which seemed to be completely ineffective against the little boy, immediately ignited him, as if it had suddenly started working.

Makoto stepped forward and kicked him away, saying, "Thank you, I have fire." ”

He shook his left hand and scolded, "What the hell, is this haunted house studying psychology?"

Looking at the little boy who had been burned by the fire in an instant, he sighed, as if he felt that he had grasped a certain point.

He came up to him, stared at him carefully for a few minutes, sighed, and said, "Are we really alone?"

He didn't know, but he knew that he was definitely the real thing, after all, he had two ways to identify it: Negative Talent and Tidlet.

He looked at the other ones that were empty shells. He sighed and said, "Now all the secrets are completely in the past. ”

But at least he found a way to explain the secret.