Team villains except me

When Norvia walked up to the third floor, she looked at the open door and felt the coldness of touching the iron door with her fingertips.

She suddenly thought of the winter many years ago, when she was still embraced in love.She was building a snowman in the yard, and her mother was baking sweet potato tarts.

My father picked her up from the snowdrift when he came back, and they ate a hot supper at home together.

It was her birthday that day.

Her father gave her a bracelet of pink pearls, and her mother a silver shell painted with blue sea waves.

The pearl bracelet was torn off during the rebellion against the noble young master, stained with blood, and scattered in the mud.

She dug with her hands for a long time until her fingernails cracked and her flesh was bloody, but she didn't find all the pearls.

How ironic.At that time, she made a wish on the candle, hoping that the god of the sea would bless her parents and make them healthy and peaceful.

She didn't believe in gods, but her mother was a devout believer in the sea god.

She thought, among the tens of thousands of families on this continent, only her mother is this kind and gentle mermaid—this is the proof of the existence of Sea God.

So every time she prayed very piously.

Until her father was tortured and tortured, and finally died of serious injuries.

She begged the sea god thousands of times in her heart, but still no god appeared.

She no longer prays.

And her weak and sad mother was already kneeling in front of the statue of Poseidon, and hadn't eaten for a long time.

So when she heard that her mother wanted to eat the salty cheesecake in the south of the town, she thought that the sea god had given her mother back hope in life.

all fake.

Whether it is the existence of Seagod or the words of his mother.

She hurried back home, only to see the embracing corpses.

There are unburned notes on the table enshrining the Sea God.

The remaining words on it are "bless my daughter".

Fuck Poseidon.

The gods are a hoax, cold and hypocritical, never offering a helping hand to ordinary suffering.

Norvia clenched her fists.

Her mother wanted her to be an honest and kind half-mermaid.

Unfortunately, she never was.

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Norvia knocked on Bambai's door.

She saw Mr. Vampire staggering up the stairs, his steps slow and crooked.

She also wants to find Peter, but she knows that Peter's room must be empty now.

He said that paid dinners come with a price.

Bambai was slow to open the door.

He was surprised for a moment when he saw Norvia, then realized something, and looked at her gently.

"Any questions?"

"The lock outside the door is fake, isn't it?"

Norvia narrowed her eyebrows and looked at Ban Bai seriously.

Bambai picked the lock on the third floor.

The illusion is often not logical and self-consistent in the details, but it can reveal certain problems.

Ban Bai deliberately took her to see how the door was opened. This move had no deep meaning.

The door is locked inside the iron gate.That is to say, only the patient inside can determine the opening and closing of the iron door, even if the lock is removed from the outside, it will not help.

Then, in each floor, there must be at least one person from Claude controlling the situation.

Bambai stroked Norvia's hair.

His voice was hoarse.

He said, "Yes".

"I live on the second floor and I heard your voice. I heard you say, 'You can't beat six people alone,'" he said.

He said, "Little mermaid, you can't save everyone."

Norvia shuddered.

Banby had just admitted that he was from Claude.

He was the gatekeeper on the second floor and had overheard her conversation with Fiana.

He didn't hide his identity from the beginning, protected her, reminded her, helped her, and tried to pull her into the darkness.

His appearance looked like a desperate rebellion.

"...Mr. Banby, are you asking for help?"

Ban Bai was taken aback for a moment, and then he laughed softly.

"No... I don't have the meaning of being rescued."

He looked at the mermaid's blue eyes that were as vast and free as the sea.

He opened his mouth, but in the end there was only silence.

He looked at the night scene outside the obsidian, and his voice was like broken bubbles.

"It's too late."

Norvia grabbed Bambai's frail wrist.

"Mr. Banby, there is time."

"That's too late."

Ban Bai withdrew his hand, red stains oozing from his shirt.

The corners of his lips were also bleeding.

Norvia looked at him in bewilderment.

"Mr. Banby..."

"Once the matter is revealed, my task is to dispose of all the 'goods' on the second floor."

Ban Bai wiped the corners of his lips with a calm expression.

"The 'Master' is underground, and there is a self-destruct device underground."

The corners of Bambai's eyes also began to bleed.

Norvia covered his eyes with a washed handkerchief, but couldn't stop.

Ban Bai patted her arm humbly, signaling her not to worry.

"It's just a test drug, don't worry."

Bambai struggled to get close to Norvia, and whispered in her ear, but before he finished speaking, he disappeared.

The light green handkerchief was soaked in blood and fell straight to the ground.

Norvia stared helplessly at the empty corridor.

"Banby... sir..."

This is an illusion, so even if he disappears, it doesn't mean he's dead, right?

Norvia silently picked up the handkerchief.

She went back to her room, washed the handkerchief and hung it on Peter's doorknob.

She also has her mission.

Norvia went downstairs and saw that her teammates had started a unilateral massacre in the dark.

She made her way through the crowd to the hidden compartment on the other side.

She'd seen Bambers walk in here.

The mermaid knocked on the compartment door.

The door opened automatically, and Norvia saw a man sitting on a velvet sofa.

He had a pale face and sharp teeth, and he swung a snakeskin whip in his hand.

The blood on his hands hadn't been washed off, and there was a man kneeling in the open space in front of him, his body was ripped apart and he was dying.

White hair gleamed coldly in the dark.

The man squinted at the thin-waisted and long-legged mermaid, and ground his fangs.

He patted his leg and motioned for the mermaid to sit on it.

Norvia calmly walked past the wounded lying on the ground with blank eyes.

The moment she sat on the man's lap, Norvia pierced his chest.

The man looked at the mermaid in disbelief, and wanted to say something, but was choked with blood and couldn't speak.

He struggled to slide off the sofa, trying to touch some invisible button.

Norvia kicked him away and wrapped his snakeskin whip around his neck.

She had noticed earlier that these people would always make the same movement before disappearing.

Touch the air.

She won't give him this chance.

Norvia calmly crushed the man's wrist bone. He broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, but he could only make a whooping sound.

Some nobles are extremely cautious, so what Norvia has to do is to hold them back.

Norvia placed the ticking clock next to the whipped patient, and she handed him the snakeskin whip.

The other end of the whip is the neck of the nobleman.

"I want you to kill him at five o'clock in the morning. Can it be done?"

The man kneeling on the ground with welts all over his body stepped back.

He looked at Norvia in fear, his hands trembling.

Norvia found that, like Bambai, he had a pair of good-looking eyes.

And he has been kneeling and sitting because the patella was cut off.

The man didn't dare to look into Norvia's eyes, nor did he dare to look at the nobleman who had murdered him and was now struggling in a pool of blood.

Norvia didn't take back her hand.

The man finally took the snakeskin whip.

He pursed his lips and clenched his teeth tightly.

His whole body was shaking.

But he stared at the clock as if it were blooming.

He never dared to look at Norvia's face.

But when Norvia left, he shouted "Thank you" in a broken voice.

Very hard, trembling with fear and pain.

Norvia didn't say anything, turned and walked into the next room.

Most of the people in the compartment were nobles.

They are cunning, cruel and cowardly.

And heavy desires.

But to be sure, hate does wonders for curbing fear.

The same situation played out in different rooms, and Norvia delivered all the weapons that ended the miserable experience of the nobles.

The clock is ticking in unison. As for whether it is too early or too late, it all depends on personal nature.

Not all rooms have the right people in them.Some nobles are suspicious and cautious, and Norvia spent more time on hypocrisy than on arranging organs.

For example, a weak flame is used to burn hemp rope, and a sharp sickle hangs from the hemp rope.Under the scythe was a nobleman who was bound and unable to move. His joints were all broken, and he could only watch helplessly as the hemp rope became thinner and thinner.

Norvia's magic trick here is more like torture.

Norvia felt that she could be cruel, but when she walked out of the room of the last mission target, she frowned fiercely when she saw Fiana with a fork stuck in her head and Irene with only one arm left.

They clearly know that the illusion is basically equivalent to reality, or are they so desperate?

Or maybe it's just their way of doing things.

Norvia looked at the Haoshi vertical watch at the ball.

There are still a few 10 minutes until the end of the dance.

Looking at her blood-stained underwear, Norvia couldn't remember which room she took off her coat in.

A respectable adult wanted to see her pole dance, and she did.Now the adult is tied to the steel pipe, but his posture may be a little distorted.After all, Norvia was a little angry about this matter, so she acted a lot harder.

When Norvia went back upstairs, she saw that the handkerchief on Peter's doorknob was still there.

She put away the handkerchief and took a hot shower in her room to wash away the blood that stuck to her hair.

She changed into clean clothes and knocked on Sniffin's door.

After a while, Si Nifeng opened the door with a tired face.

He drooped his eyebrows and looked at Norvia, his voice was cold and nasal.

"What?"

Norvia pursed her lips.

"Would you like me to come in and have a seat?"

Si Nifen looked at her dubiously, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

He turned sideways to motion for Norvia to come in, and the narrow space made it impossible for Norvia to touch Sinife's warm chest.

When Si Nifen closed the door, Norvia was already sitting on his bed.

Si NiFan froze for a moment, his gray eyes revealed a hint of danger.

"Are you inviting me, Noah?"

Norvia didn't speak.

Si NiFan gave a low laugh.

He pressed Norvia on the bed, and put his hands on both sides of Norvia's ears.

Norvia dodged Sinifen's kiss.

She held Sinifer's face in one hand, and spoke softly.

"Sniffin... maybe you should know..."

"what do you know?"

Si NiFan frowned displeased.

There was still a tiredness in his eyes that had not dissipated.

In the next second, this tiredness turned into pain.

He lowered his head in disbelief and saw the dagger on his heart.

And the snow-white and slender hand holding the dagger.

Norvia's clothes were soaked with blood.

She used so much force that the entire blade of the knife was embedded in it, leaving only the handle on the outside.

"Why... what... when..."

"very beginning."

Norvia pushed Sinifen away with swift movements.

"Sniffin, when two mermaids appear, a man and a woman, in order to gain greater benefits, they will not just kill one mermaid, and then sell the other mermaid to the Grand Duke as a mistress."

"With two merfolk, they'll find a way to create a steady stream of merfolk. And there's only one reason they didn't do that—the one that didn't get killed wasn't a merfolk."

"Sniffin...you are a siren."

And the siren is the heart of the illusion.

At the moment when the illusion was shattered, Norvia heard the sound of clocks ringing together.

There is also the invisible, the howling of the nobles.