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Constantine slowly turned his head towards the door.

After two rings, the ringing of the cell phone outside the door suddenly stopped - she lowered her head and saw that "Call in progress" was displayed on the screen of her cell phone, and a timer appeared.

"...Mother?"

The pianist's voice rang outside the door and on the phone at the same time; when he called her, his tone was no different from before.

The boy named Inmaruji turned to look at her.

Constantine said not a word. For the first time in her life, she felt at a loss as to what to do next.

"Why did you turn off the lights? It's so dark." The pianist shouted slowly from outside the door, "It's me, open the door."

As he spoke, the doorknob turned silently half a turn - no matter how many times it was locked, it seemed that nothing could stop it from turning as softly as a piece of hot butter.

Inmaru Tsugumi immediately grabbed the door handle and pressed his shoulder against the door, his muscles all bulging and tense in the sweat and shadow; but Constantine held the phone and remained motionless.

The call "Mother" was full of respect and awe, just like before; when he questioned why the lights were turned off, his tone seemed to be asking his peers; when it came to the half sentence of "It's me, open the door", his tone was intimate. He felt much more relaxed, as if the person behind the door was not the controller of the mafia organization, but his girlfriend.

It's like piecing together the performance on three occasions.

The face that was repelled by gunfire just now, and what he said was the report that was given forty minutes ago... Thinking of this, Constantine had a vague guess.

"Let go," she ordered Inimaruji, "come to my side."

He hesitated for a moment, and then he walked to her obediently again, like a well-trained wolf dog - even though both parties knew that this was his disguise of obedience.

"What do you think?" he asked in a low voice.

Constantine cut off the call, did not answer him, but called towards the door: "Come in."

Inumaruji stretched his body slightly.

She had pushed open the door of the dressing room countless times, and she knew very well that when this old and heavy door was turning, it had never been as quiet and smooth as it was now, as if it had suddenly lost its weight.

Above the hand that slowly pushed the door open, there was half a body leaning out of the darkness.

On the pianist's face, the upper and lower eyelids seemed to be opened round by invisible fingers, without blinking.

"Mother," the first person called, respectfully, and paused, but the second sentence turned into an order to his subordinates: "Come here."

Constantine couldn't help it and laughed.

"What's going on...?" Inmaruji looked at that face, then at her, "Why doesn't he come in?"

"I don't know why he didn't come in." Constantine's eyes stayed motionless on the pianist, who was leaning out a shoulder behind the door and stretching out his arms - as if he knew he couldn't reach the pianist. Man, he also wanted to reach out and give it a try. "Those who fell into the darkness... should all be dead."

Inmaruji didn't look very surprised.

"They are dead and can no longer talk like humans. Every word they said was what they said at different times during their lifetime... I think it should be like a replay."

Constantine watched the white and bloodless hand reach into the light of the dressing room and sway up and down a few times; the pianist seemed to be a little unwilling, and stretched out his neck a little more, and stretched his whole head out of the door. Come in.

This scene would almost be funny if it weren't so eerie.

"Put together the words you said at different times and on different occasions in the past, and then say them to us..." Constantine said in a low voice, "In addition to trying to trick us into letting down our guard, I really can't think of a second thought. An explanation."

"Look at his appearance," Inmaruji tilted his head and said, "It seems like he wants to catch us? But even though he is so far away, he doesn't come in..."

His eyes turned to the half of the pianist's body that disappeared into the darkness, and he guessed: "Is it because he...can't completely leave the darkness?"

"I think it should be the darkness that is supporting his body and speaking with his mouth." Constantine murmured. Lines like this from a fantasy novel would one day come out of my own mouth. "Of course the bag doll can't escape from the stick on its back, right?"

"Then why doesn't the darkness come in by itself?" Inmaruji asked with a frown.

None of them had an answer to this question.

"We can try," Constantine laughed softly again, "Let's turn off the light for a second or two, then turn it on again and see where the darkness goes... If the darkness has already clung to us when we turn on the light face, then the reason why it doesn’t come in is obviously because of the light.”

Inmaruji trembled slightly without any trace, so slightly that she thought she just felt the tremor on his skin.

"You...don't you know how to be afraid?"

"Want to try?" Costinette turned to look at him, his hand already touching the side of the mirror of the dressing table. "The light switch of the vanity mirror is right here——"

She didn't know whether it was the movement she caught in her peripheral vision, or the sudden electric current in her nerve endings when she realized something was wrong. Her heart suddenly tightened, and she turned her head hastily - her heart was still pounding in her chest, before her eyes. But it's still the same as before, as if there is no difference.

What...what's going on?

What made her alert?

This time, it was Inmaruji's turn to laugh lowly in her ear. "So you are nervous too...I can see it," he said hoarsely, but had no intention of explaining. "And you?"

What did you see?

Constantine's hand was still on the light switch, and his palm was clammy. She didn't dare to look away anymore, she just stared straight at the half of the pianist emerging from the darkness, the rolling darkness like thick ink under him, and the door that was open a crack...

She also saw it, but she didn't understand it for a moment.

If there was any difference from before, it was that there was a little bit of darkness flowing in through the crack in the door.

As if a strip was cut out of plasticine, a small piece of black flowed in and was floating in the air a few centimeters behind the door, like a tentacle or a finger, slowly rolling and floating under the light. - and the direction of the finger seemed to be pointing more toward Constantine, rather than the center of the dressing table where the two of them were leaning.

"Haven't you figured it out yet?" Yuan Maruji said with a smile as if it had nothing to do with him, UU Reading www.uｕkanshu． net “Didn’t you play ‘one two three, wooden man’ when you were a child?”

Constantine stared blankly into the darkness, unable to say the word "no".

"When you don't look back and turn your back to your playmate, your playmate will sneak up behind you... When you turn your head, your eyes will make the other person stay in place." Tsugumi Inmaru He whispered, "Didn't you just...turn your head? Even though it was only for a short moment, I saw it."

She listened to his voice, echoing in the small dressing room.

"The moment you take your eyes off the darkness, it reaches out a little toward you."

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