The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

No one has ever thought of it...

At the end of the corridor on the fifth floor, in the last room, the body of the deceased who was brutally dismembered turned out to be Irene Kasvina!

This astonishing discovery undoubtedly made the mystery surrounding the whole matter more confusing and even vaguely scary.

The man who walked out of the Casanova Hotel, left this strange city, and finally spent the rest of his life, and wrote books in his later years, leaving a 'help' signal to the future, turned out to be a 'fake'!

"This...this is impossible!"

Constantine couldn't accept it, his brain was as confused as paste, his face was slightly pale, and his pupils were trembling slightly subconsciously.

Although they didn't get along for long, one thing he could be sure of was that there was nothing suspicious about Eileen's behavior or the soul fluctuations she radiated. She was a real human being and could never be some kind of puppet.

Or camouflaged by other creatures.

However, Nexia doesn't lie.

The meaning of her existence here is just like the NPCs in the game. Only after they trigger a certain event, they will give some corresponding prompts, so before triggering the event, Naxia cannot 'spoiler'

of.

In other words...

That woman with outstanding appearance and excellent figure had been brutally murdered by her husband, Wilbur Whatrayon, without anyone noticing, and her body was dismembered and placed in this room.

But then, the problem appeared again.

Since Irene is really dead, then who is Irene who walked out?

In fact, Lord also felt very strange.

No matter how bad Constantine is, he is still a god of death. His perception of the soul is infallible, and he has rich experience in exorcism. He shouldn't be so outrageous that he can't even tell the difference between a human and a puppet, right?

Nexia guessed that they didn't understand, so she explained: "That Irene is more of a replica than a fake. They have the same thoughts, memories, and even souls. The only difference is that

It’s just that she doesn’t have her own ‘time’.”

"The easy-to-understand understanding is that Irene is actually Irene, but she has been trapped in this Limbo prison for all the time she has existed, and only her body and soul have come out."

"A creature without time is like a dead body, so she can walk out of this city without being noticed by you."

Although Nexia's explanation was very easy to understand, Lord and Constantine did not understand this aspect at all, so they still had only a half-understanding and did not fully understand the principles.

After reluctantly listening to the explanation, they concluded simply and crudely that the Irene who went out was a fake and the Irene who died was the real one.

"etc......"

Constantine seemed to suddenly think of something, and his whole body trembled as if struck by lightning. He swallowed with a pale face and said: "If the dead Irene is real, then are the other living people in the hotel?

It has already been..."

Nexia sighed softly, nodded silently, and said the second half of the sentence: "You are right, those people are already dead."

Sure enough...

Lord sighed slightly. The people in the hotel had died long ago. It was hard to tell whether those who were still alive above were human beings.

"All dead..."

Hearing this, Constantine was stunned for a few seconds, and then he seemed to be discouraged. He leaned all his weight on the door and looked at the head with complex eyes: "Is this what you mean when you say he is sinful?

?”

"no."

Naxia shook his head and said: "The reason why they are so sinful is that there are other more important reasons, which is also the truth you need to pursue."

"The truth? Haha..."

Constantine laughed at himself, drooping his eyelids and said, "I'm just afraid that the price of this truth will be too much for a few of us to bear."

Nexia remained silent and returned to the 'mute' state. It seemed that there were only a few clues that could be revealed at the moment.

"It's so damn frustrating. I'm being led around like an idiot!" Constantine gritted his teeth and punched the wall with anger and hatred.

Lord ignored him and kept thinking about something. His eyes were always fixed on Irene's head. There was a solemn look between his eyebrows and he asked: "This should be the seventy-fifth way to die, right?"

"

"Yes, there are fifteen rooms on the first floor, so there are seventy-five in total." Constantine raised his head and glanced at him, and said in a muffled voice: "Thanks to those perverts named Wilbur, we can enjoy it.

So many ways to die."

Lord said: "The method of death in each room is different. It looks like an accident, but in fact it was Wilbur's deliberate act. What was his intention in doing this?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

Constantine sneered and said: "That Wilbur Whateley is just a pervert. He collects different ways to die and appreciates them slowly to satisfy his special hobbies."

"It shouldn't be that simple..."

Lord's brows sank slightly. When he was sorting out all the clues, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through his mind, but unfortunately the speed was too fast and too vague, and the known clues were insufficient, so he could not grasp the idea.

"Father, let's go to the eighth floor."

Nexia tugged on Lord's sleeves, looked at him with her emerald green eyes, and said, "You will understand soon after you get to the eighth floor and see what's there."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Now that the only 'prophet' had spoken, Lord simply gave up reasoning for the time being, nodded, and said, "Let's go to the eighth floor to see what secrets are hidden here."

The three of them moved forward one by one, silently all the way.

The situation on the seventh floor is the same, so I won’t go into details here.

After going down to the eighth floor, it was no longer monotonous dark red, but turned into a banquet hall. The decoration was extremely luxurious, with European-style goddess reliefs carved on the four pillars, and a pure white marble vaulted room.

A row of multi-layered gorgeous crystal lamps hung from the ceiling, emitting a soft and bright light, making the entire banquet hall look like a royal family.

Expensive Arabic carpets covered the entire banquet hall, which felt extremely soft when stepped on. A rectangular dining table was in the middle, exquisite tableware and utensils were scattered on the long white table, and there were several burned out candles.

, and some leftover meals.

It can be seen that a banquet has just been held here.

And the people attending the dinner should be enjoying themselves, otherwise they won't spill wine and water everywhere.

But...where's the secret?

Naxia asked them to go down to the eighth floor. Was this the banquet hall they were looking at?

Lord cast a puzzled look, as if asking Nexia, what exactly is it you want me to see.

"There, Father."

Naxia raised her hand and pointed in the direction of the banquet hall facing the door.

After getting the prompt, Lord and Constantine looked in the direction they pointed. Behind the rectangular dining table, facing the entrance door, there was a deep red inlaid in the middle of the wall carved with goddesses and flowers.

large english style wall clock.