No Game No Life[Comprehensive]

I sat on the bed and looked around the room carefully. Like pigments dissolving, various colors slowly penetrated the surface and emerged.

The layout of the bedroom is obviously different. Although the general old style has not changed, the position of the furniture is slightly shifted from my previous impression. A mahogany carved dresser is added on the opposite side of the bed. I just carefully Glancing, refraining from looking at the mirror on the dressing table.

I have PTSD about looking in the mirror now. Speaking of looking in the mirror in the spiritual world, it is a matter of great uncertainty and risk. It is best not to take a picture.

It's not the same as the previous time when I was in the bathroom. This time I maintained a clear consciousness in the illusion that was similar to reality, and I didn't have the sense of chaos that my brain was soaked in boiling water.

I lifted the quilt and got ready to get out of bed.

Everything that belonged to Shura and me in this room disappeared, and the slippers were no exception. Now beside the bed was a pair of plush leather slippers that I had never seen before. The size was too small for me, and it seemed that they were worn by girls.Contact the dressing table that appeared inexplicably. In the illusion, this should be a woman's room now.

There were no suitable shoes to wear, so I went to the ground with bare feet. Fortunately, there were thick carpets everywhere, and it was not cold to walk barefoot.

I started searching the whole room.

Search is really a familiar word.In the last game, I turned over the classroom in the middle of the night, and I felt like I was going back to my old job.

The first is the bedside table. On the first floor of the cabinet are some odds and ends, such as sparkling gem strings, exaggerated feather ornaments, satin headbands, moisturizing balm... and so on, all of which are female. Children's clutter, and it feels like a young girl.

The same situation was found in the cabinet on the second floor, but I also found a soft leather notebook buried at the bottom.

I took it out and started flipping through it.

This should be the owner of the room, the diary of this girl—it may not be appropriate to say that it is a diary, because she has no date marked, and she hardly writes complete sentences in paragraphs, and is more simple and rude. I only write a little bit when I am interested. Sometimes there is only the big word "boring!" on the whole page, and sometimes I don’t even bother to write the words, just put a huge X on it.

Because of the small number of words, I look very fast.

As I read it, I felt that only the owner of the note could remember what was written on it.

- so annoying.

—idiot, idiot, disgusting.

——Do you want to live like this for the rest of your life?

--a bunch of idiots!I always need patience.

——It’s a good day, the steak is delicious.

...On these, I have already cited the pages that she has written more. In general, this diary is full of complaints with unknown points, and occasionally there is a little happy moment. The owner of the notes has never I don't write the cause and effect in detail, but only briefly record my current thoughts, so I can't see any effective information at all.

He obviously found the private diary, but he couldn't find any clues.

No—should—should—ah—!

I have decided to write a diary, so just write it well!

When it turned to the back, things took a turn for the better.

I turned to a page that was densely written on half a sheet of paper, which was an astonishing improvement compared to the large blanks in front.

She wrote on it:

"I saw it, but I didn't do anything."

The next line is blank.

It seems that it took a while to start writing below, and the handwriting and ink used are slightly different.

"He also saw me this time, and I looked at him, but still didn't do anything."

"I don't feel guilty, poor stupid man! Does he think I'm going to stand up and put myself on the line? I'm not a saint, and I can't do such a thing."

"Everyone lives for themselves...I'm just a little luckier than him. If I step out, if I stop, I will become as unfortunate as him, so I won't do it."

"Those vicious, stupid, savage trash, just because they have such a despicable thing inside, they just happened to be born in this family with shit luck, so they can boss around unscrupulously. I am ashamed to be the same as them. If he wants to hate , just hate God for being blind! People are tortured, and animals are proud!"

I think the girl in this room is someone who lived on this estate in the past.

The Tobias Manor has a history of nearly a hundred years, and it was indeed the residence of a certain upper-class family in its glory days.

Judging from her statement, I think she should have encountered two vicious incidents that happened to the same person. In order to avoid getting burned, she chose to turn a blind eye.

This vicious incident may be the root cause of the weirdness in the manor. In the last game, Chen Xiu also became a ghost because of something of a similar nature... It is necessary to pay more attention to this information.

After this page, the diary returned to the state of only a few words, and after another twenty or thirty pages, there were only two things that caught my attention.

—He is a little strange.

——I'm leaving this ghost place!Benjamin said to take me south after the wedding.

A few pages after this, we will arrive at the last diary paragraph left in this notebook.

— I know I shouldn't be nosy, but I thought, maybe I should do something... No, I have to go to the conservatory.

The following pages were blank, and her diary came to an abrupt end here.

I know that something has happened to her, it is probably negative in nature, and she may have an accident during the process of "going to the greenhouse to see".

For me, I got the name Benjamin again, and the key location of the conservatory, which is pretty good.

Afterwards, I found a skirt in the cloakroom, and used superpowers to remotely control it and cover it on the mirror of the dressing table. After covering the mirror tightly, I walked over to flip through the things on the dressing table.

Unfortunately, no useful clues were found.

In addition, I have noticed that her jewelry is very small, and most of them are relatively cheap crystals and silver, and the modeling technology is also very simple and simple. This whole drawer of jewelry may not be as large as her bedside table. The gemstone bracelets placed on the floor are valuable, at least the one is ruby ​​inlaid with gold, and the color is still very good.Clothes hanging in the closet are also mostly cheap materials.

For a noble lady living in a luxurious manor, this seems a bit tight.

Thinking of the complaints from the beginning to the end in the notebook, her life here may also be very unsatisfactory, but she has not yet fallen to the point of being bullied.

I know that in the past, the upper class often valued blood, and limited by the times, there was a very serious phenomenon of patriarchy. The girl in this room may be a collateral blood that is not valued.

If this is the case, it is normal for her not to dare to stand up when others suffer injustice, because it is not easy for her to live in peace, and the price of standing up is something she cannot pay.

I look down on people who rely on family background, connections, gender or other advantages to bully others, and I will definitely take care of them when I meet them, but why isn't this based on my own dependence?

My family, my superpowers, give me the confidence to do everything I want to do... If I were an ordinary person with nothing, maybe I would also become the target of bullying.

After some searching, I've searched all over the place and found nothing else useful.

Before leaving the room, I thought about it, took out the ruby ​​bracelet from the bedside table, put it in the pocket of my pajamas, and took it away with me.

As soon as I opened the door of the room, I heard loud music penetrating the floor, reverberating dully throughout the corridor, and the strong sound waves made the green plants in the corridor vibrate continuously.

It feels like the sound is coming from downstairs... What are you doing, this is a party?

I followed the source of the sound and came to the door of the most central room on the second floor, where the sound came from.

In fact, there are not many rooms on the entire second floor. This floor does not seem to be used for living, and the banquet hall occupies most of the space on this floor.

I pushed open the door of the banquet hall.

...How should I put it, it was really a lively and weird scene.

Men and women in fine clothes with pale faces swayed stiffly under the rotating lanterns and the deafening music.

There were about a dozen of them, and their appearance showed varying degrees of corruption. I even saw a man dancing with small pieces of flesh falling down his face.The food on the long dining table was so rotten that the original shape could not be seen, and the number of maggots and flies were wriggling on the dark surface.

Fortunately, I changed the wind direction in time before the stench hit my nose, otherwise I might be fainted on the spot. I am very sensitive to smells.

Originally, I planned to leave quietly like this, but probably the movement of opening and closing the door caught the attention of the group of zombies.

A dozen pairs of eyes turned directly to me standing at the door, and the music stopped at the same time.

"Haha." In the silence, I laughed dryly, "Good evening?"

No one answered me, I guessed it was because the vocal chords of these people were dead, they just rushed towards me eagerly.

I slammed the door shut, causing the strong wind to temporarily hold against the door, and jumped directly from upstairs, controlling the airflow to carry me down to the first floor.

I don't want to be entangled with stinky water and rotten meat at all. To be honest, I feel a sticky and disgusting feeling when I look at them. It's better to sneak away.

Farewell!