I've already worn the same clothes, why did I still get caught and fucked?

This time, Melissa translated the contents of the diary.

"Wait dear, I think this diary should be preceded by a sentence."

"What?"

Rosen, who looked serious, cleared his throat twice and said again: "Who would write a diary?"

Melissa rolled her eyes and began to read.

"It's already the 98th day. Why did she do this? We are friends. Why did she do this? And how is my child now?"

Many pages of the old, yellowed diary had been torn off, and much of the content was unclear. Melissa could only translate as best she could.

"Isn't it enough that she took away my power? But she also knows what I know! No matter how many times I tell her, she never believes it... I really want to see my daughter again."

Most of the rest of the content was just about how boring it was to be in this cell. It was all just a person talking to himself in the dark.

Even later on, the language became even more filled with madness.

"What can we still trust in this world? Being betrayed by someone I trusted, and ending up like this, may be what I deserve, but my daughter, she shouldn't be hurt in any way. I will never allow it..."

"…told me the news I least wanted to hear. She threw the bloody hairpin to me. That was my daughter…I cursed…her blood."

"I finally saw the legendary... and gained the power of freedom. I... forever... Die, die! Everyone in this town, and her descendants."

The last self was blurry and almost unrecognizable.

Rosen felt that it would be better not to read this diary. It seemed that there were more unclear things.

Who is this person who writes a diary?

Who imprisoned her?

Who could the "she" mentioned in the diary refer to?

The diary mentions a curse. Could it be related to the curse of the town of Villar?

Melissa put down the diary. She was also thinking about these questions at this time. And the phenomenon just now was obviously leading them to get the diary.

The beginning of this diary records ordinary daily life. During this period, they also saw a date, which was 1889.

Suddenly, it goes back more than 100 years, and they can now determine the minimum age of the house.

But Rosen didn't say one thing. The fonts in this world actually possessed special powers.

Especially the content written at the end when the owner of the diary was imprisoned.

The most important thing is that Rosen could see the figure in the cell just when they arrived here.

It was the figure of a little girl.

This is a girl with a delicate face, and the clothes she wears make her look like a doll.

But he only showed up once and then disappeared.

At this time, the resentment of not being able to capture the spirits and send the generals away began to spread in Rosen's heart.

As expected, one should not be too shameless.

Some Rosens are too free from their ideological burdens. At this time, Rosen is very fortunate. Fortunately, he has a flexible moral bottom line.

"Let's search again and see if we can find something else." Rosen suggested at this time.

Melissa quickly nodded in agreement. However, after searching for a long time, they found nothing.

All I know is that this basement is incredibly large.

After returning to the hall of the old house, Melissa was silent for a long time.

Rosen felt that if an ordinary person encountered such a thing, anyone would probably be stunned.

So he pulled her out of the house, said hello, and drove to the town.

And everyone who saw them at this time saluted them with their eyes.

Only then did Rosen realize that this small town was not big and news seemed to spread particularly quickly.

Judging from the looks of it, their identities might have already been known by the townspeople.

Although Villar is not a very big town, it has a large population and has a complete range of facilities.

The two of them started strolling around the town.

There is no purpose, just walking and stopping here.

Melissa also remembered the Wassman family business, so she went directly to the factory.

But when they first saw this place, they were shocked to find that the factories here had reached the point of shutdown.

Moreover, all the facilities are old and dilapidated, and even the layout is full of old dirt.

Rosen immediately curled his lips. What the hell, they said it was the Jiangnan Leather Factory, and this really happened.

And it seems that this place is not as good as the Jiangnan Leather Factory!

If we want to revitalize this place, I'm afraid it will cost a lot of money, right?

The current Wossman family is probably a group of people who are strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

However, this did not have much impact on Rosen and Melissa.

Melissa was not here to inherit the family fortune, so she was not very interested in these things.

As for Rosen, he was more interested in extraordinary power.

Last night, he finally encountered this unique power and analyzed it, and now has some preliminary results.

At this moment, Rosen raised his head and subconsciously used this power.

The wind around them stopped flowing immediately. The water drops on the faucet also stayed in the air. The birds were also flapping their wings in mid-air.

This ability can be said to be ever-changing and is greatly influenced by one's wishes.

The potential of this power should be enormous. And time stopping is a method that Rosen has figured out.

In about two seconds, everything returned to normal.

Melissa was a little dazed. She looked around and then looked at Rosen.

"Did something just happen?"

"On Earth? That's a lot!" Melissa hit him lightly again.

When I walked into the factory here, I realized how dilapidated it was.

However, even in this state, there are still many workers working here. It's just that looking at them working with cigarettes in their mouths always gives me a weird feeling.

Even Rosen felt that these workers were really brave. They seemed to not care about the accident at all.

"You know what? Honey, I looked for a long time and didn't see a fire extinguisher."

Rosen complained to Melissa next to him.

But at this moment, someone interrupted him, "Believe me, they want to burn this place down!"

The person who was speaking was not very old, and looked to be in his teens. He did not look like a person of working age at all.

Just by looking at his work clothes, I knew his identity.

"Why aren't the workers here afraid of losing their jobs?" Melissa asked curiously.

"That's better than losing your life."

The other party's answer was unexpected, but it made Rosen and the others even more confused.

"If I resign, will I lose my life?" Rosen was really curious about this matter.

Could it be that foreign capitalists are more ruthless than his fellow countrymen?