[There is a deserted town called Silent Hill.]

[People shrouded in darkness will be attracted by this foggy town, fall into the abyss that transforms itself in the heart, or be reborn in the trial of the Inasma Hell.]

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【Midnight Crow Theater Tonight Reperts: Nightingale and Rose.】

[The kind nightingale heard the lament of the poor student. He fell in love with the minister's daughter, but none of the red roses that could control her to express her love. The nightingale wanted to help the poor student, so she sought a bright red rose from the rose tree. But there were only immature white roses on the branches. In order to fulfill the great love, the nightingale decided to dye the rose red with her own blood.]

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Behind the door is a monitoring room.

In a small room with yellow walls, there was a man sitting on the swivel chair. From Lu Mengyao's perspective, he could only see the back of him. There was a bucket of instant instant food bags piled up into hills. On the right side was an ashtray filled with cigarette butts. The smell was a little smelly, but the ventilation ducts were very effective.

A huge screen was erected on the desk, divided into nine grids vertically and horizontally, showing the perspectives of nine cameras. Three of the cameras were facing a woman in white, Sadako Yamamura, who looked tired and was walking down a spiral staircase.

The magician walked to the swivel chair and was not a living person sitting, but a dead mummy. She pulled the mummy off the chair, dragged it aside, and then stood in front of the console in the monitoring room.

There must be an input system. Lu Mengyao pulled out an old-fashioned mechanical keyboard from the drawer under the table. There was a layer of dust on it, but the amount of dust accumulated on different keys was also different. There were several keys that looked like commonly used keys were obviously cleaner. The letters on it had been worn out.

The phone vibrated again. She opened the text message interface, and there were two simple words on it:

【sit down.】

OK. Lu Mengyao took off her coat and put it on the swivel chair. She sat on the chair carefully. At this moment, Sadako Yamamura on the screen finally finished the endless spiral steps. She came to the bottom and stopped in front of an iron door.

This is the last one. Lu Mengyao's pupils reflected the girl in white on the screen. Sadako Yamamura, who usually pays great attention to her appearance, can no longer maintain her appearance, and sweat drips from her jaw.

Good luck, Lu Mengyao subconsciously leaned on the back of the chair.

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The tired girl pushed open the door, and the dazzling light shone on her face, making it difficult for her to see things for a while. The floor under her feet was made of wooden, and there was a slight sensation of elasticity when walking on it. She was very familiar with this feeling, and this was...the feeling of the stage.

A tide of applause came from the stage. She blocked the spotlight of the stage with her hands and squinted her eyes to sweep down the stage. What a large audience, thousands of people were full of them, all of whom were Asian, and some were holding signs and glow sticks.

These people are...

Before she could figure it out, a cold hand had already held her finger. A familiar man's voice was in the sound, and the crow stood beside her, holding a microphone with one hand and sang:

"Adhere, you despicable scum! Warmly welcome dear Sadako Yamamura! Her beauty fills this dirty and bloody theater with refreshing air! More louder!! Well, it's almost the same now. So, everyone, are you ready to watch this stage play? Live stage. Luxury cast, immortal masterpiece, absolutely exciting. Please invite Sadako Yamamura, the cute little poisonous snake, and I'm here - "Nightingale and Rose"!"

The curtain behind Sadako Yamamura opened, revealing a wooden chair wrapped in thorns. Typical stage props. Gorgeous dance sets, white full moon hanging high outside the balcony, and a big tree. It was very simple, so simple that it was almost the same as a stage play for elementary school students. But the audience in the audience seemed to care about these trivial matters. They were just shouting and howling in the hustle and bustle, and their eyes were like red Mars in the dark.

"murderer!"

"monster!"

"madman!"

"Kill her!"

"Kill her! Kill her!"

"Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!"

The noise finally gathered into a homogeneous beat, and thousands of people shouted "kill". The surging hatred was made by sound waves as the medium, which made Sadako Yamamura unstable. Who are they? Why did they treat me like this? The girl in white looked at the audience in a daze. Why do these people look like...dead? The audience closest to the audience had only half of their heads left, some had traces of bullets piercing through their chests, and some were dragging their limbs... Their faces were occupied by a huge mouth, and their eyes were sewn together with thick black stitches. The scarlet tongues danced wildly with the shouting, and dark red plasma splashed out.

"I don't have to pay attention to them. They are just the residents of Tokyo who were killed by you. Do you still remember? The time you came to save me, until now, I am very moved when I think about it." The crow pressed her on the wooden chair, and the branches of thorns were wrapped around like life, holding on to her wrists, and the sharp thorns embedded in her tender flesh, and blood stained the leaves of the plant red.

"This play is very simple. My dear Sadako, you play the pitiful and great nightingale in this story. And the question is: Will you bravely sacrifice your life to fulfill the love of others?"

The crow dragged out a chair and sat opposite her in a dignified manner.

The thorns began to absorb her blood drop by drop, and the brown branches became red as the blood was stained.

"I promised not to hurt you, and I wouldn't lie to you. Really, you are so beautiful, I really can't bear to hurt you even a little bit. But it's not me who controls the blood-sucking thorns now, but the second female lead in this drama - or female lead? Dear Little Viper, she is a cruel and ruthless character. The right to choose this story is in the hands of the two of you."

The crow took out a black and white TV from under his chair and placed it on his legs, turned on the switch, and then adjusted the antenna slightly. The screen covered with rustling snowflakes jumped a few times. Then the figure of a magician appeared. Lu Mengyao on the screen was also bound by the thorns on the seat, and a bunch of leaves wrapped around her head. There was also a snow-white rose on the corner of her forehead.

[Dear Little Viper, this game is very simple. The kind nightingale must give out blood to dye your beautiful crown of thorns red. I would like to remind you in advance that this "blood volume" is not like donating blood voluntarily. Only 400cc is enough. Your choice is the knob at hand. You can use this knob to adjust the ratio of blood drawn by the thorns and use your own blood to share the nightingale's blood loss burden. The conditions for the end of the game are also easy to achieve... As long as the white rose is completely dyed red, or any of you are sucked dry by the thorns, the game will end immediately.]

Su Jing's scattered voice came from the black and white TV. The crow in black put his hands on the small TV and observed the expression on Sadako Yamamura's face interestingly from one meter away. When he showed this expression, he looked very much like Su Jing.

"Don't look at me that way. I think this game is designed very interesting. But, Miss Sadako, you also have the right to decide her life and death, that is, you can put her in hell at any time. If she dies, then the Nightingale doesn't have to give her life for the love of that man... Just say one word: 'No'. I will immediately stop sucking blood, and then the dangerous little poisonous snake will fall into the burning coal mine hell with the man and the chair. Then, you pass."

Sadako Yamamura stared at him angrily, and the crow was unmoved.

"Or. Leave the decision to her. See if she will mercifully divide a little blood to save you. Maybe both of you have been drained from your blood, and her rose crown still cannot be dyed red, it is also possible."

The crow scratched the top of the TV with his sharp nails, making an irritating noise. His black eyes looked at the woman opposite him. Sadako Yamamura leaned on a wooden chair and pursed her lips tightly.

"Well... there is one thing that I think you have thought about it many times. You and the little poisonous snake have different weight in Su Jing's heart." The crow supported his chin with one hand and spit out poisonous words from his lips. "He hasn't told you yet. He once wanted to marry Lu Mengyao. He even secretly bought an engagement ring. Only a person like her can control such a flying and jumping man. However, those two people were too proud and even... unable to coexist. But to be honest, in Su Jing's heart, except for a very cute girl, only Miss Lu's talent and character are the highest in the world."

"After all, you are just a... plot character. You are a substitute, do you understand? Even if something happens to you, Su Jing can re-enter a new world of midnight fierce bells and save the tragic story heroine Sadako Yamamura... A new obedient woman, tames, gentle and beautiful as you... Oh my God, are you crying?"

The crow's face slowly approached Sadako Yamamura, and a drop of crystal tears slowly slid down her cheeks. The corners of her mouth, which had the same face as Su Jing, twitched slightly, and her eyes emitted an excited light.

"Do you know? For Su Jing and Lu Mengyao, the unscrupulous demon couple, your toy on the bed is already a big problem. You have no combat power, no sense of existence, just something you use to play with, you get tired of using it and can be thrown away... If you are really as kind as they think, then use your surplus value and let Lu get your blood dry. After all, she is the one who wants to go to the end of time with Su Jing, let her go out alive, and your beloved Su Jing will live very happily... And you will also be remembered by them, a tragic devotee, who comes from the tragedy, dies tragically, and ends up tragically, and sacrifices for the happiness of your beloved man. Perfect happy-end. Right?"

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【Maybe the enemy you don’t want to face the least is me.】

The hands-free function of the phone was turned on, and Su Jing's voice echoed in the monitoring room. Lu Mengyao tried to break free from the thorns on her wrist, but made them wrap tighter, and the needle that absorbed blood fell deeper into the blood vessels.

"Stop talking big." The magician's thin body shook slightly. Under her heavy coat, she only wore a shirt and sleeveless jacket. This place was already very cold, and as the blood was pulled away drop by drop, the coldness in her body became more and more obvious.

[To be honest, I know your weakness. Although you used to work hard, your innate physique is still very weak. Physical education is your only weakness in grades. Even in the drama club, you can't do heavy work such as moving things. Your strength is smaller than that of a normal girl. She is obviously very weak. She has to spend a lot of energy on various matters... At that time, I was really afraid that you would die suddenly like Zhuge Liang.]

Yes, he remembered it as soon as he said that. In the first period after dating him, the relationship between the two was still very tit-for-tat. One day, this guy made a bet with him, and he only had a little impression of what the bet was, which seemed to be a very interesting game. As a result, he lost, and his request was to let himself put down all his official duties and have a good rest for a weekend. Later, he went to investigate and found that he started preparing three days in advance for the sake of winning the bet.

At that time, I thought that if it were him, I might be able to become...

[A little reminder, your weight is forty-nine kilograms. According to ordinary standards, your blood is about 3.4 to 3.9 liters. If more than 20% of the blood loss is in danger, that is...]

"Six hundred and eighty milliliters to seven hundred and eighty milliliters. Thank you, I can calculate the addition, subtraction, multiplication and division." The magician interrupted the nagging on the phone.

[I feel relieved when you are still so energetic... After all, people with weak constitutions like you have symptoms of hemorrhage faster than ordinary people.]

"You have to worry about it if you have any help."

I have already felt that the heat in my body was sucked away little by little, and my hands and feet were cold, as if they were sucked away little by little. The most terrible thing is not the disappearance of the physical strength, but the ability to think will become stiff and dull as the blood fails.

If I lose my ability to think here, not only me, but even Sadako and Kiki will not be saved. If I want to make a rational choice and protect more people as much as possible, then... I must make sacrifices.

Or is it that what he thinks is exactly what he wants?

[What is the reason for always being so strong? You are obviously a girl who is so afraid of pain and death. Why do you have to take on ten times more responsibilities than ordinary people?]

Very cold.

The white rose on his head had turned into a light red. Even though he knew that he should not think about it at this time, Lu Mengyao's spirit began to spread irresistible. The weakness of ** began to in turn erode his own spirit.

Why are you so strong? Of course it's because...

What is it? Being trained as an elite since childhood? Being repeatedly instilled in the truth of this world over the years. The strong prey on the weak. In this world, as long as you show a little weakness, you will be attacked by the gathering jackals and hyenas. So be strong, smile, be calm, and be calm at any time. You must never let those who entrust your life to you discover the shakenness in your heart, and give your companions a sense of peace of mind. No matter what happens, you must be a subordinate, a friend, and the final guarantee of your companions.

This is the obligation of the strong.

This is a model under the world controlled by capital. Each person's individuality is eliminated and quantified into the value of ability and the value of existence. He is a person who has been trained as a "domestic weapon" since childhood and is destined to become a strong man above ten thousand people.

Maybe I also want to pursue the happiness of being a girl occasionally.

On the day when they broke up with Su Jing, the moment they turned their backs, I realized for the first time that I was extremely clear about why I became so cold and vicious.

I...want to be saved.

Isolate myself from the crowd, use cold calculations to place myself above everything in the world. Standing on the castle balcony on the top of the mountain overlooking the earth. However, with so many obstacles set in place, all I want is to have a person who can cross the mountains, cut off thorns, rush into the castle, defeat the dragon, and rescue the princess who was blocked in the dusty room.

I'm such a hopeless stupid woman.

[You look very cold, maybe the temperature in this place is too low.] Su Jing's voice seemed to have a hint of cunning.

The floor and walls of the monitoring room began to crack in the roar with his words, crushed like walnut shells, falling into the red abyss, leaving only the screen in front of her and the chair she was sitting on was held by barbed wire. The heat evaporated from the depths of the ground, and Lu Mengyao could see the burning ground fire hundreds of meters below her feet. The abandonment of this town is said to be because the huge coal mine underground was ignited. The ground fire that had burned underground for decades has never been extinguished, and the ashes in the sky were also produced.

So that's it, there is Hell under your feet.

The magician's slender wrists looked pale because they were sucked by blood. The height of dizziness was dragged from a safe small room into the edge of the abyss in an instant. He was worthy of being the devil transformed into Su Jing, and knew his weaknesses. What was he afraid of in his heart? The hard shell he created for himself was knocked open calmly, exposing his weakest side.

No.

The magician blinked his eyes, and the heat from the outside made her stiff brain slightly active.

Reflect on the contrary. Reverse the idea.

Even Su Jing... can he know so deeply about himself?

Think from the perspective of others.

A few seconds later, the short-haired girl showed a light smile. Her fingers wrapped in thorns grabbed the knob at her hand and turned it to the bottom. Her blood was instantly drained by accelerated, and the rapid blood loss made her eyes turn black and she temporarily lost consciousness.

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Wake up.

The magician moved his wrists and there was no longer the annoying thorns, but the crown above her head... was still there. She took off the crown made of thorn branches, and the rose was as bright as blood.

"I won."

She let out a sarcastic victory laugh on the blasting cliff.
Chapter completed!