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Before leaving the top floor, Gojo Satoru and Sakai Natsuki opened the gallery door again.

When they were talking outside the door, the burning room was so quiet that not even a little noise could be heard, and there was no thick fog coming out through the crack of the door.Coupled with the complete clothing on their bodies, all kinds of phenomena seem to indicate that the fire inside may not really exist.

This idea was confirmed immediately after opening the door.The interior of the gallery is still warm and bright, with zigzag-shaped walls erected high.The girl in the hanging picture looks serene, and even the floor-to-ceiling glass windows are intact, without any trace of brokenness.

"Sure enough, the fire just now was weird." Gojo Satoru closed the door and led Sakai Natsuki down the spiral stairs, with a dignified expression, "If it was a hallucination, why did you get hurt? If it wasn't a hallucination, why didn't there be any abnormalities between me and the room?"

"Maybe it's because of that glass of wine?"

"Maybe?"

Gojo Satoru couldn't think of how to explain what happened in the gallery for a while, he was going to skip the guest room and entertainment equipment, and go directly to Paul's room to find out.But when he continued to descend from the fifth floor with his equipment on his back, Gojo Satoru suddenly discovered an extremely strange thing.

He stopped at the stairs on the fourth floor. There was no passable road in front of him. The entire fourth floor was sealed with cement and stones. The only way was to go down the stairs to the third floor.Gojo Satoru turned his head to look at Sakai Natsuki, raised his eyebrows: "Is this the same way when you came up?"

In Gojo Satoru's memory, he really didn't have any impression of the fourth floor.When he passed by for the first time, he found that Paul was missing, so all his attention was on the man, and he didn't notice the structure here when he ran downstairs.After that, he had no memory of going upstairs because of his coma, so this was the first time Gojo Satoru took a serious look at the fourth floor that might not exist.

Sakai Natsuki also didn't feel anything about this matter, and looked at Gojo Satoru with a confused face: "At that time, I was only paying attention to you, and I didn't see it at all."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Gojo Satoru was caught off guard by this sentence. Although he knew that the other party didn't mean that at all, he still couldn't help but feel a little flustered when he thought of the ambiguous picture on the roof.

He knocked on the wall pretendingly, and raised his full lips involuntarily: "It's okay, it's too late now."

Gojo Satoru, who was originally an unintentional movement, immediately recognized the strangeness when he heard the voice. He let go of Sakai Natsuki's hand and leaned against the wall, listening carefully: "There is nothing behind this wall!"

Sakai Natsuki also imitated her movements and stuck to the wall.The echo of each knock is hollow, not the kind of sound that a thick wall should have.She nodded her head with a surprised expression: "It is definitely possible to enter inside, let's look for the door."

Too bad they didn't find anything to open here.Gojo Wuzai carefully touched every inch of the wall, there were no suspicious gaps there, only the red wall that almost blended with the carpet.

"Do you still remember that Paul skipped the fourth floor alone when he introduced it to us?" Gojo Satoru closed his eyes slightly and recalled the words of the brown-haired man, and when he opened his eyes sharply, "He even told us that his bedroom is in Where, it just underscores that he doesn't want us in this place."

Sakai Nazuki also reacted to the white-haired girl's words: "Use your own bedroom as a bait, feed us some pre-dinner desserts and send us to leave quickly?"

"Yes."

Gojo Satoru raised the corners of his mouth playfully, and curled his long hair with his slender fingers: "But it also means that there must be a way up from his room."

He didn't waste any more time on the fourth floor, and led Sakai Natsuki to the third floor on tiptoe.

Standing at the stairs and looking in along the corridor, you can find that there are two rooms on the third floor, and the one with the more ornate door should be Paul Blake's room.

The wall light was turned off for some reason.

Without the sun and light, the dark corridor is gloomy and full of unknown temptations, and the looming candlelight on the wall is like a wisp of will-o’-the-wisp.Gojo Satoru carefully led Sakai Natsuki to the vermilion door, but when the darkness was dispersed by the faint flames, he saw the crisis hidden in the shadows.

The maid who had disappeared for a long time was patrolling the corridor holding the extinguished candlestick, her expressionless face was very creepy in the alternation of light and dark.Gojo Satoru shot her head with a gun without the slightest hesitation, and the maid fell to the ground and never got up after the bullet penetrated her brain.

The loss of one eye still has a little impact on Sakai Natsuki, at least her current field of vision is much narrower than before, and it seems that the other eye can't see clearly in the dark.She was guarded by the wall by Gojo Satoru, and Sakai Natsuki didn't realize what was happening in front of her until the gunshot sounded.

She looked over the girl's thin back and saw the dead maid: "Is she dead like this?"

Gojo Satoru also felt that the whole process was unbelievably smooth, and even revealed a bit of treachery.Maybe it was because she didn't react, the maid didn't show any resistance at all, she was very calm.He couldn't figure out what this meant. Gojo Satoru handed the backpack to Sakai Natsuki, squatted down and dragged the maid into another room: "Find the rope, we'll tie her up."

The door was unlocked and the room was empty with nothing but the most basic bed.Gojo Satoru took the hemp rope and together with Sakai Natsuki tied up the dead maid and stuffed it under the bed.

"As for?"

"I always feel a little strange." Gojo Satoru took a last look at the hanging bed sheet, and after confirming that the limbs were not exposed, he closed the door with Sakai Natsuki and left. "Whether she is dead or not, first control her."

Before, there seemed to be only the maid and Paul in the entire castle, but now that they have dealt with the maid and Paul is not at home, the sense of urgency to be on guard against being discovered is greatly reduced.They walked into Paul's room unimpeded, where they carefully searched for clues related to the virus.

"Honestly, I think the weirdest thing in the entire castle is that there is no mirror at all." Sakai Natsuki squatted to look through the bedside table, and there was a calendar in addition to a few pens, "There must be something abnormal, he has been disfigured Or some other trauma?"

As Sakai Natsuki said, Gojo Satoru has never discovered the existence of a mirror so far. He even went to the bathroom to check, but there was still no mirror.Regarding this point, Gojo Satoru faintly sensed that it might be related to the rumor of Bloody Mary. After all, in the ghost stories of the West, this kind of ghost came to the door through the mirror.

However, Wujo Wuxiang should have other connotations.

He stood by the large French windows, looking out, he could only see the dark hillside and woods behind the castle, the scenery was depressing and desolate.Gojo Satoru recalled the view of the guest room on the fifth floor, and tapped his finger on the table: "Do you think Paul hates Lady Mary very much?"

In the illusion, Paul once smashed the throne of Countess Mary with a stool, and Gojo Satoru thought it was just a sense of humiliation at the time, but now that he thinks about it, it doesn't seem to be the case.

Sakai Natsuki walked up to the white-haired girl with the calendar, followed her gaze and looked out the window, a little puzzled: "Why do you say that?"

"Even the upstairs guest room can see a beautiful garden full of roses, why is the master bedroom facing away from the garden?" Gojo Satoru turned his eyes away from the scenery outside the window, and raised the corners of his mouth at Sakai Natsuki, "The rose is a symbol of Lady Mary. He doesn't want to see roses, does it also mean that he doesn't want to see Lady Mary?"

"In the final analysis, his ability should be given by Lady Mary. Perhaps this process led to his resentment towards this woman. From this point of view, they should have known each other for a long time, and it definitely didn't happen in the past half a month."

This kind of speculation is indeed well-founded. Sakai Natsuki diverged along this line of thought and tugged at Gojo Satoru's sleeve: "Do you think there is a connection between the girl on the top floor and Paul's hatred of Lady Mary?"

"You mean she was killed by Countess Mary?"

Gojo Satoru rummaged through the drawers that came with the table, and saw a lockbox on the bottom floor: "It's not impossible, then they probably knew each other more than 20 years ago."

There is no doubt that the lockbox cannot be opened, and a password is needed to unlock it. Sakai Natsuki looked at the calendar in his hand, and handed it to Gojo Satoru: "There are two dates circled here."

One is May 5th and the other is November 16th.Wujo Wu intuitively felt that these were two very special time points, and the password should be hidden between these two numbers.He immediately wanted to enter the data to try the password, but before he pressed the confirm button, he saw a line of small words on the side of the password box: If the input is wrong, it will automatically blow up.

"Tsk," Gojo Satoru thanked himself for seeing this line of reminders in time, and deleted the data that had already been typed in, "Actually doing this, it seems that we still need to find more definite clues."

Although the room is large, there is not much to look for.Apart from the table, the only thing left to hide things is a wardrobe, which is full of neatly pressed dresses and daily clothes, and the drawers are classified tie watches and cufflinks.Gojo Satoru took out Paul's ID in the pocket of one of the coats, which recorded his birth time and home address and other information.

【Name: Paul Blake

Date of Birth: 1963.5.16

Address: No. 024, Ruita Town]

This ID is very old, and the photo on it is a picture of him when he was a baby. It looks like it should be his ID when he was a child.Natsuki Sakai approached the white-haired girl and covered her mouth in surprise when she saw the address: "The building next to our house! There has never been anyone there! Did Paul live there before?"

"Susan and the others have mentioned this?"

"No, I heard from people in the village that Martin and Susan were not originally from Rita Town. They got married not long after they came to the town, but it took almost ten years before they gave birth to us."

Gojo Satoru sorted out the various jet lags in his mind.This year is 2006, and he and Sakai Nazuki are 16 years old. According to the villagers, the backward time means that Susan and Martin came to Rita Town around 1981.Before that, Paul Black had already moved out of the house, so he was under 18 when he left home.

He stared at the time of 1981, and unexpectedly thought of the clues he found from Ron in the shelter: in 1981, an experimental subject escaped from the base.Gojo Satoru speculates that this can confirm that Susan is the experimental subject who escaped, and Martin may be the one who helped her escape, and is most likely one of the researchers at the base.

I should have found more clues at home at that time.Gojo Satoru regretted that he didn't think so much when he ran away from home. Now that they have left that place far away, it is unrealistic to go back.

He shook his head and refocused on things related to the castle, shaking off the little regret in his heart: "Why did Paul circle his birthday? This kind of thing should be remembered without reminder."

"It's really strange," Sakai Natsuki kept flipping through the calendar, pouted, "It's like commemorating for others."

The moment Gojo Satoru heard this, the girl in the portrait on the roof appeared in front of him.He pressed Sakai Nazuki's hand, his eyes widened unconsciously: "Do you think it's possible that this is the date of that girl's birthday and death?"

Sakai Natsuki was stunned for a second.She opened and closed her lips a few times, and finally found her own voice amidst the bewilderment on her face: "They..."

"Not necessarily, maybe it's just the same birthday, or it's reversed." Wujo Satoru actually had a vague answer in his mind. He took a deep look at Sakai Natsuki, pretending to take it naturally. Pass the lockbox, "I think the password is 1118."

Death is always more memorable than life, and Gojo Satoru's intuition told him that November 11 should be the time when the girl had an accident.He took a deep breath and entered the four numbers on the button. Before saving the file, he smiled and blinked at Sakai Nazuki: "Is Nazuki-chan afraid? If you make a mistake, we will die together."

"But it doesn't matter, we're considered dead together."

The author says:

Nazuki: Why does this person want to die with me?Shouldn't I be allowed to survive? ?