[Comprehensive] Bamboo horse is a superpower

No one cared about that episode, at least nothing was revealed on his face.

The clueless search didn't stop until they entered a room that was larger than the previous room.

This is a bedroom.

The messy yet aesthetically pleasing distribution of easels and wet canvases seemed to indicate whose room it was.

Walk into the room and see the finished or unfinished paintings on the easel, on the floor, or on the wall.

The cool wind came in through the open window, rustling the curtains, and not far from the window, an unfinished painting was quietly sitting on the easel.

What was painted on it was a woman, a beautiful woman wearing an exquisite dress and elegant manners. Even though the woman had no face, the clear and gentle outline around it showed how meticulous and loving the person who drew this painting was.

"Strange, why didn't Mr. Ogata close the window? Aren't you afraid that the painting will get wet?" After recovering from the previous fear, Momoi was no longer so distraught. Only when the water splashed onto the painting did she think about going over and closing the window.

【......rain? 】

In the blink of an eye, Nana caught the fleeting loophole just now, and before she had time to think about it, she abruptly withdrew Momoi Wuyue who was about to step forward: "Don't go there! We have all entered the illusion!"

[The castle is in a different space, there is no sky, no earth, no sun and moon, where does the rain come from? !So from the moment we heard the sound of rain, we have all entered the illusion!hateful! 】

If it weren't for Nana's mental weakness to a certain extent, there would be no chance to pull everyone into the illusion under her escort.

As if responding to Nana's words, just as the words fell, a deafening thunder exploded in the sky, as if it exploded in the ear, a bright lightning split the entire sky into two halves, with fear of falling into darkness.

Nana protected the other four people behind her, the knife in her hand was ready to go.

In the silent time, something is slowly passing by.

Suddenly, as the sound of the rain became louder, the landline that was idle on the desk rang crazily, as strangely as a prelude to some murder.

They hold their breath.

"Da da da" - someone is approaching.

The door that was opened just now was closed at some point, and the person outside seemed to push the door hastily, and saw the unfinished painting placed closest to the window at a glance, and then opened his red eyes Moving to the crazily vibrating landline, he stared intently, his bloodshot eyes could almost see clear lines of blood, like a stiff doll.

The landline stopped and rang again, and the man didn't move until the landline rang for the third time.

He was like a puppet that wouldn't move after the clockwork stopped, but in the end he squatted down slowly at the door with a pale and melancholy face, covering his face with his hands.

That face was none other than Mr. Ogata.

In the end he still picked up the phone.

"Why——I thought you didn't dare to answer my phone calls anymore." The voice of the woman on the other side was gentle but shrill.

Mr. Ogata's pale lips twitched a few times, but he didn't say a word.

"Talk—" The silence made the woman—Ms. Ogata hiss, "Is it just so disgusting? I can no longer play your favorite music with my hand, and the burnt black Half of my face—!"

"You—don't say it!" Mr. Ogata seemed to be irritated, he panted heavily, and roared back with a voice much louder than the woman opposite, even his fingertips were trembling.

In the silence, he seemed to realize what he had done, and his grim expression became dazed and helpless. He covered his face again, and when he spoke again, his tone was full of guilt: "I'm sorry, Meihui, I'm not... ..”

The woman seemed to have calmed down, and a piercing laughter from her throat interrupted the man's unspoken apology.

"If it's as disgusting as it feels - don't you feel even more disgusting when you think that I became what I am today because of you?!"

"No...no—!" Mr. Ogata dropped the microphone, stumbled and ran out, accidentally knocked over the erected easel on the way, trampled several paintings, and cherished himself on weekdays The painting is like a treasured painter who was shocked suddenly, turned his head in a hurry, and the microphone was hanging up and down in the air by the pulling wire, which was already a busy tone, but the woman's sharp question seemed to keep echoing in his mind.

He suddenly fell to his knees, hugging his head with his hands, howling in pain.

The place where the knees fell happened to be a painting. In the painting, half of the woman's face was soft and bright, and half of her face was hidden in the darkness and flickering. Her eyes were watching him gently, but he seemed to see something frightening. It was like a thing, frantically tearing the painting to shreds.

The sound of rain outside the window suddenly became louder, pounding against the window, and some splashed in from the open window, mercilessly wet the unfinished painting.

The wet outline of the woman on the easel gradually became blurred, revealing a terrifying hideousness in the dark night sky and soaked paper.

The rain had stopped—no, they had left the illusion.

The room is still the same room, but there are no torn paintings in the room, and there are no easels placed in a mess. The windows are tightly closed, spacious, bright, clean and tidy, and it seems to be two places from what I saw in the illusion just now.

Except for the environment just now, nothing happened.

But Nana is almost nervous now, a little trouble can startle her up, and she is bothered and troubled.

Akashi comforted Nana, allowing her to relax for a while.

"This should be to tell us something, but what is the purpose of letting us find out the truth step by step." What Akashi couldn't figure out was this.

In this world, there will be neither love for no reason nor hatred for no reason.

From the beginning to the end of everything, there is a cause that will bear such an effect.

Whether the visitor is malicious or kind, it is still unclear at this time.

There is only one thing for sure: the people behind the scenes want them to piece together the truth.

Regarding this, Akashi also has a vague guess, but he is not sure.

But before they started discussing what happened, a scream pierced the silence of the castle.

"It's the Sheriff!"

It was very close, so the soldiers and horses next door could hear very clearly.

No matter who it is, his face changes at this time.

Of course, what they were worried about couldn't be the aggressive Sergeant Todo who might be implicated in the truth, but Kuroko Tetsuya and Kise Ryota who stayed with the characters on the "stage"!

Before entering the room, a strong smell of blood floated into the nose, making people frown, and the pool of blood was even more dazzling red under the bright and dazzling light.

The dead woman's face was hideous, her eyes widened as if she saw something frightening, needless to say how terrifying and hideous it was, what was worth mentioning was that her dead appearance was exactly the same as that priest.

Even the placement of the body, the location of the fatal wound, and the expression on the face are all the same.

A coolness seeped into the bones from the soles of the feet, and climbed up the back little by little, making people shiver uncontrollably.