Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1870 Constantine has no childhood

Constantine slowly turned her head towards the door.

After two rings, the ringing of the mobile phone outside the door was suddenly interrupted - she looked down, and the screen of her mobile phone showed "calling" and a timer appeared.

"...Mother?"

The voice of the pianist rang outside the door and on the phone at the same time; when addressing her, her tone was the same as before.

The boy named Uinmaru Tsugumi turned his head and glanced at her.

Constantine said nothing.For the first time in her life, she was at a loss as to what to do next.

"Why did you turn off the lights? It's so dark." The pianist slowly called out from the door, "It's me, open the door."

While he was talking, the doorknob turned silently half a turn—no matter how many times he locked it, it seemed that it couldn't stop it from turning softly like a block of hot butter.

Uinmaru Tsugumi immediately grabbed the doorknob, leaned against the door with his shoulders, his muscles tensed under the sweat and shadows; but Konstantin held the phone and remained motionless.

The statement "Mother" is full of respect and awe, the same as before; when he questioned why the lights were turned off, his tone seemed to be asking his peers; when it came to the half sentence of "it's me, open the door", his tone was intimate He was much more relaxed, as if behind the door was not the controller of the underworld organization, but his girlfriend.

It's like piecing together the performances of the three occasions.

The face that was knocked back by the gunfire just now said what was said four or ten minutes ago... Thinking of this, Constinai had a vague guess.

"Let go," she told Yuan Marutsu, "come to my side."

He hesitated for a moment, and sure enough, he walked obediently to her side again, like a well-trained wolfhound—even though both parties knew that this was his obedience in disguise.

"What do you think?" he asked in a low voice.

Constantine cut off the call, did not answer him, but called to the door: "Come in."

Tsugumi Uinmaru stretched his body slightly.

The door of the dressing room, she has pushed and opened it countless times, and she is very clear that when this old and heavy door turns, it has never been as silent and smooth as it is at this moment, as if it suddenly lost weight.

Above the hand that slowly pushed the door open was half of a body that leaned out from the darkness.

On the face of the pianist, the upper and lower eyelids seemed to be pulled apart by invisible fingers, without blinking.

"Mother," the first sentence called, respectfully, paused for a while, but the second sentence turned into a call to the subordinates: "Come here."

Constantine couldn't help but laughed.

"What's going on...?" Uinmaru Tsuguru looked at that face, then at her, "Why didn't he come in?"

"I don't know why he didn't come in." Constantine's eyes stopped motionless on the pianist, who was leaning out a shoulder towards the back of the door and extending his arms—as if he knew he couldn't reach two Man, he wants to reach out and try it too. "The people who fell into the darkness... should all be dead."

Uinmaru Tsugumi didn't look surprised.

"They are dead, and they can no longer talk like humans. Every word they say is what they said at different moments before they were alive... I think it should be like a replay."

Constantine watched the snow-white and bloodless hand reach into the light of the dressing room, swinging up and down a few times; the pianist seemed to be a little bit unwilling, and stretched his neck a little longer, sticking his whole head out of the door Come in.

The scene is almost funny if it's not too creepy.

"Putting together what was said at different times and occasions in the past, and then telling us..." Constinai said in a low voice, "I really can't think of a second thing other than trying to trick us into relaxing our guard." an explanation."

"Look at his appearance," Uinmaru Tsugumi tilted his head and said, "It seems that he wants to catch us? But he won't come in after such a distance..."

His gaze turned on the half of the pianist's body that disappeared into the darkness, and he guessed, "Is it because he... couldn't leave the darkness completely?"

"I think, it should be that mass of darkness supporting his body, let him speak with his mouth." Constinai murmured.This kind of lines like a fantasy novel will one day be uttered from his own mouth. "Of course the puppet can't get out of the stick behind it, can it?"

"Then why doesn't the darkness come in by itself?" Uinmaru Tsugumi asked with a frown.

None of them had an answer to this question.

"You can try it," Konstantin laughed softly again, "let's turn off the light for a second or two, then turn it on again, and see where the darkness goes... If the darkness has already stuck to us when the light is turned on, face, the reason why it doesn’t come in is obviously because of the light.”

Uinmaru Tsugumi trembled indistinctly, so slight that she felt that she just felt the trembling on his skin.

"You...don't know how to be afraid?"

"Would you like to try it?" Constantine turned his head and glanced at him, his hand had already touched the mirror side of the dressing table. "The vanity mirror light switch is right here—"

She didn't know if it was a movement caught in the corner of her eye, or an electric current that suddenly passed through her nerve endings when she realized something was wrong. But it is still the same as before, as if there is no difference.

What... what's going on?

What made her alert?

This time, it was Uinmaru Tsugumi's turn to chuckle softly in her ear. "It turns out that you are also nervous...I can see it," he said hoarsely, but he didn't mean to explain. "And you?"

What do you see?
Constantine still had one hand on the light switch, the palm of which was wet and cold.She didn't dare to look away, and just stared straight at the half of the pianist emerging from the darkness, the tumbling darkness beneath him like thick ink, and the open door...

She also saw it, but she didn't understand it for a while.

If there is any difference from just now, it is that there is a little darkness flowing in through the crack of the door.

As if a piece of plasticine was squeezed out, a small piece of black that flowed in was floating in the air a few centimeters behind the door, like a tentacle or a finger, slowly rolling and floating under the light - and the direction the finger is pointing seems to be more toward Constantine than the center of the dressing table where the two are leaning.

"Haven't figured it out yet?" Uinmaru Tsurugi said with a smile as if it had nothing to do with him, "Didn't you play 'One Two Three, Wooden People' when you were young?"

Constantine stared blankly at the darkness, but couldn't say the word "no".

"When you don't look back and turn your back to your playmate, your playmate will sneak up behind you... When you turn your head, your gaze will make the other party stay in place." Tsugumi Uinmaru He whispered, "Didn't you...just turn your head away? Although it was only for a short moment, I saw it too."

She listened to his voice, echoing in the small dressing room.

"The moment your eyes leave the darkness, it reaches toward you just a little bit."

　This chapter has been polished for three days, changed several times, and finally released, but it is so short that I almost feel sorry for everyone... In fact, part of the reason why it is so difficult to write is because I have too many small problems in my body. Sudden feeling tired and weak without warning, causing my brain to not turn around... My mother is like this, every day is not good here and there.

　
(End of this chapter)