Silver Blade and Rose

It was actually a bit late, and there was no one in the gym. Zales jogged on the treadmill for a while, and then did a few sets of pushing and pulling. Other guests around him had already tidied up and left.He looked at the time, it was 11:30 in the evening, and he was preparing for the interview tomorrow. In fact, he should go back to his room to rest, but he was very concerned about the locked door. After more than an hour, Zales still want to see.

Because he didn't bring any spare clothes, he gave up his plan to take a shower in the bathroom that came with the gym. He simply wiped his sweat and went out. When he passed the door, he glanced subconsciously, and then stopped.

Zals remembered very clearly that before he entered the gym, the door was locked with a half-hand-sized lock.At that time, he really wanted to open the door and go out to have a look, but due to the existence of the lock, he couldn't make it, so he had to really go into the gym, so as not to arouse the suspicion of the maid just now.

But now, the lock on the door is gone.

The door was closed and unlocked, and there was also a sign on the inside saying no entry except for the staff. Normally, no one would want to open it, because it looked no different from the door of the utility room.

But Zals knew where it was leading to, and his inner curiosity and doubts were ready to move, so he instigated him to open the door and walk over to have a look. He had already walked to the door involuntarily, and suddenly woke up: he couldn't do it by himself What, you should discuss it with Edwin first.

He hesitated at the door, and finally decided to go back to his room to find Edwin.But he just took two steps with his legs, and before he left the range of the back door, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his head, and then the world spun, and the whole world went dark.

Someone attacked him from behind, but he didn't notice any movement from the beginning to the end, and fell into a coma after one blow.

When he woke up again, Zales was already in a completely unfamiliar environment.

He was not blindfolded, but his hands and feet were bound by ropes, and he didn't have any sharp weapons on his body, so he couldn't break free for a while.In desperation, Zars had no choice but to raise his head and look around to see where he was taken.

This is a very large room, at least twice the size of the suite he and Edwin lived in. The overall space is very open, and there is a small door at the end that looks like the entrance to the stairwell, which looks like the first floor of a certain building.The windows in the room were tightly blocked by heavy curtains, and he couldn't judge the time based on the brightness outside the window, so he could only look at the wall clock in the room—02:30 in the morning was really not a good time.

It was already so late, Edwin had probably fallen asleep... As he thought this, he moved his body within the allowed range.He had been tied up for a long time, and his hands and feet felt a little numb. He had to ensure that his limbs could move normally, so as not to be unable to move due to numb hands and feet when there was a chance to escape.

Zals didn't expect to wait for Edwin's rescue immediately, but only hoped to slow down the pace of his attacker as much as possible, so as not to even have time to wait for rescue.

The room was not very dark, and candles were lit everywhere, but because the room was so large, he couldn't see clearly from a little distance away, and could only hear some kind of weird dripping sound coming from the silence.Zars was thrown on the carpet in the corner, and the treatment was not bad, but when he saw something on the table not far away, his heart sank, and he suddenly realized where he was locked up.

There was a basket of bread on the table. He remembered the bread. It was the kind that guests could take by themselves during dinner. Anyone could take it, and it was an unlimited supply in the kitchen.At that time, he took some back, but Edwin thought it was too sweet and didn't eat it, so he was quite impressed.

The kitchen was in the same building, and there was only one other building nearby besides the garden where they lived.

In other words, he was locked in the building he wanted to find out.

Realizing this, Zars understood that no matter who attacked him, it wasn't a good thing.

He hasn't had time to tell Edwin about his suspicions here, and the other party can't read minds, and it's unlikely that he will find out that he is locked here in a short time, and he knows nothing about the attackers, and he probably didn't A way to cope with what's coming next.

Cherishing the alone time that would end at some point, Zars leaned against the wall to brainstorm for a while, and suddenly remembered that he still had something in his pocket that he could use.

He turned sideways, took out a bunch of keys from his trousers pocket with his hands tied behind his back, and rubbed the rope that bound his hands with a pendant attached to it.It was a gift I bought in the supermarket last time. It is a rather delicate pocket knife. Although it has a sharpened edge, it does not look like it is used for cutting things, and its sharpness is quite limited.Zals thought it was pretty good-looking, and happened to have car keys and No. 179 keys that needed to be chained, so he simply used it as a keychain pendant, but he didn't expect it to come in handy at such a time.

The knife was like a toy. After rubbing against the rope with its relatively sharp side for a while, it failed to cut it. Zals sighed softly, and was about to continue cutting when he heard a moderate sound coming from the direction of the door. footsteps.

There is a brick floor in the room, and it should be outside as well, and the high heels make a crisp sound when they step on the ground—most of the people who came here were women, Zals thought.

He vaguely had a conjecture in his mind, and after the door was opened, this conjecture soon became true.

Erin Kilsa, no, it should be Winnie Kilsa standing outside the door with her back to the light. She changed into a white dress and her hair was pulled into a simple bun. She looked a little different from dinner time no the same.She stood at the door for two seconds, as if checking if there was anything in the room? Different, then she lifted her skirt and walked in.

Zars followed her all the way, until she stopped in front of him, then raised his head and smiled at her.

"you.

Regardless of how a woman with the appearance of a girl knocked him out and dragged him here, the appearance of Mrs. Winnie here alone has basically confirmed his guess when he saw this building when he ran at night - there is something hidden here that cannot be seen Human things, maybe it has something to do with her reverse growth, maybe it has something to do with the "evil god" the mayor said.Voluntary or not, Zars finally came to the right place.

In fact, he wasn't very scared. After seeing the expected person, he became calmer and even showed a harmless smile to Mrs. Winnie to show that he was not in danger.Seeing him so calm, the girl was a little surprised. She folded her skirt and knelt down in front of Zars, looked at his expression with interest, and asked softly, "Hi, sir, aren't you afraid?"

"What's the use of being afraid?" Zales asked back.

She shook her head, and smiled.

"It's the first time I've met a reporter like you," she said. "It's rare for someone to be here without fear. If you're not lying, you're the second."

Zals looked directly at her without avoiding it, and pretended to be calm: "It's not the first time I've dug up news like this, and I've made mental preparations before coming here."

Since she hasn't found out his true identity yet, Zales doesn't intend to just take the initiative to expose him, and continue to play the role of reporter in cooperation.

"You are really good at discovering that door." Irene stared at him and smiled, stroked his chin lightly with her fingers painted on nail polish, and said softly, "The people before were all caught here , only you, have been looking around restlessly since daytime, and finally discovered my secret base."

She even looked like a young girl, if Zals hadn't heard who she was from Edwin in advance, maybe she would have believed in the identity of "Miss Irene".

"What's the matter, look at me like this." She touched Zars' face with some cold fingers, pinched his chin again to make him look up, tilted his head and said cutely, "You are quite handsome, It's not the same as those people before, why don't you just stay with me for a night?"

I have to say that it is a bit uncomfortable for her to say such words with the appearance and voice of a girl.Zals obviously leaned back, avoiding her hand, and asked with a frown, "What is this place?"

Being avoided by him, Irene was obviously a little displeased, but she stood up and replied, "Didn't you tell me, this is my secret base."

She turned around and went to the wall to turn on the light, and all the furnishings in the room that she hadn't been able to see clearly because the light was too dark before appeared in front of Zals.It was only then that Zals realized that the table with the bread and the place where he stayed were already the most normal parts of the room, and the things placed in other places did not look so normal, even scary.

Most of the positions that Zals couldn't see clearly before were placed with strange instruments of torture, and some unintelligible statues. Candles were held in the hands of these exquisitely carved but uncomfortable-looking sculptures. Here, it looks like some kind of sacrificial activity.There is a bathtub at the other end of the room opposite him, as if it would appear in a thriller. Inside, there is a pale-skinned girl lying in a bathtub filled with water with her back to him, seemingly unknown, Dying, if not dead.

The water in the bathtub was already overflowing and was dripping down, and that was the dripping sound Zars had been hearing.

"Look at what she's doing, she's not dead yet." Irene took two steps to the side unhappily, blocking Zals' view of the girl, forcing him to look up at herself, "I'm the hostess here, Makes you look like her in no time, understand, Mr. Reporter."

Her appearance was no different from that of the girl over there, equally youthful and beautiful. The latter was lying in the bathtub desperately, but Irene stood in front of him safe and sound, her eyes showing a maturity and sternness that did not match her appearance.

"Nod when you understand, now you are my pet, sir."

she said hoarsely.