Welcome to Nightmare Game III

In the theater of the bloody surgery performance, the scene was in chaos.

The guards with guns attacked "Doctor Curt" on the stage, but the impostor had an unimaginably flexible posture. He easily avoided the gunshots and disappeared into the backstage.

"A team of people has blocked all the exits, catch up and catch him!" Witt ordered.

The guards swarmed into the backstage of the theater.

Werther took a few steps back, raised the gun unhurriedly, and opened the backstage curtain.

Behind the stage is a dark and complicated passageway, and the room layout of the actors and crew is complicated. Without the guidance of someone familiar with the structure inside, it is easy for people to get lost in it.

Almost as soon as he stepped into the backstage, Werther felt strange.

He heard the footsteps of the guards, farther and farther away, sporadic gunshots sounded everywhere in the dark corridor, and then stopped quickly, as if there was a theater ghost hiding here, silently devouring all the intruders By.

The footsteps became less and less, and the gunshots became less and less, and finally turned into a dead silence.

Witte's heart sank.

It's too dangerous, this person disguised as Curt is definitely not an ordinary person, he is very likely to be a person with abilities!

When he was first on stage, he deliberately did not use his special ability, but acted like an ordinary person with agility, luring them into the depths of the theater to disperse and annihilate them.

With such a scheming and ability, he must not fight him here.

Werther made a decisive decision to leave the theater, but the moment he stepped back, a cold, hard object hit the back of his head.

is the gun.

Werther froze and couldn't move anymore.

It was too fast, too stealthy, he didn't even feel anyone approaching, this is the skill of the top assassins.

Even the black cat that passed by silently in the night couldn't be more silent and agile than him.

A teasing chuckle sounded behind him.

The man asked: "Now, can we talk, Viscount Werther of the Gold Workshop?"

Witte dropped the gun and slowly raised his hands to his sides: "Of course, from now on you have all my time."

He is very knowledgeable about current affairs and knows how to express his willingness to cooperate now. No matter how dissatisfied he is in his heart, he will not make a person who points a gun at him feel any unpleasantness.

But this mysterious guy can always exceed his expectations.

"Where do we start?" The man pondered for a moment, then said with a smile, "I figured it out, let's start with when you decided to betray Mephisto."

At this moment, Werther really felt the terror of his opponent.

Not only because of the gap in strength, but also because he has insight into the secrets deep in his heart that he has never revealed.

He, Werther, one of the most core and special members of the Gold Workshop, decided to betray Mephisto, the god of this field.

………………

Usually, Mephisto, who is the domain master of Eternal Isle, is not a patient person.

Maybe it's because this is his domain, he is free and unrestrained, he is above everyone, and he is a well-deserved living god.

Or maybe, the origin of "freedom" has affected his temperament, making him loose and impatient with everything.

He felt that the most patient thing in his life was to plot a conspiracy, and all the living gods were dragged onto the big ship.

This is a conspiracy capable of overturning the world.

"Freedom, how many crimes are in your name." In the magnificent living room, Mephisto held a glass of red wine, reading the most popular novel at the moment. The book tells how an absurd liar uses freedom in the name , Step by step to deceive the trust of a rich and noble family, and finally destroy the story of the family.

Mephisto drank the red wine in his glass and murmured emotionally: "Man has the freedom to fall, and so does the world."

"In order to practice this kind of freedom, I should have a pleasant night. Who should I spend it with tonight?" Mephisto closed the book, stroking his cheeks without exaggerated magician makeup with his fingers, and said to himself He said to himself, "Curt? It's time to summon him for a bloodletting treatment."

There was a knock on the door of the living room, and the butler looked serious: "Master Mephisto, there is an urgent report from the Gold Workshop."

Mephisto asked nervously, "Is there something wrong with 'Hellfire Lake'?"

Steward: "No. Everything in Hellfire Lake is intact, and the egg has not broken through the time seal."

Mephisto's originally straight back immediately relaxed, and he lazily lay back on the sofa: "That's fine, as long as there are no problems there, it's no big deal. Tell me, what's the matter?"

Steward: "Mr. Curt is dead. Because you rewarded him with the little man in the bottle, his consciousness was revived on the body of the little man in the bottle."

Mephisto didn't care about his lover's life or death at all. He laughed when he heard this: "He was finally beaten to death by the patient's family who couldn't bear it? He should have expected this day."

Steward: "The situation is a bit weird. According to Dr. Cotter, he was kidnapped into the sewer, where the refugee rebels lived. There was a man who pretended to be him and was active outside. Mr. Werther has brought people to arrest him. arrest him."

This news made Werther raise his eyebrows unexpectedly: "Oh? It's interesting. It turned out to be those rats in the gutter. What are they trying to do?"

Steward: "I'm afraid the intention is to harm you."

Mephisto smiled disdainfully: "Are they worthy?"

The housekeeper reminded: "Please be careful. According to the information, the leader of the rebel army has the ability to cure the plague, and it is likely to be the plague princess of the Thousand Rivers Basin."

Mephisto: "Oh, the descendant of Sumer, she actually came to Noah's Ark, she is really a lingering mouse. But, so what? Only one siege is needed, those ridiculous rebels would be a dead rat in the gutter."

Mephisto threw away the half-read book and stood up from the sofa. He took off his home clothes while walking, and walked towards the wardrobe.Two waiting maids opened the huge wardrobe for him, dressed him in a magician's costume, and guided him to the dressing table.

The makeup brush flicked across his face, drawing the exaggerated makeup of a magician. Mephisto let the maid apply makeup for him, while he played with a bright and beautiful ruby.

After finishing his makeup, he raised the ruby ​​in his hand and looked through it at the sun outside the window.

In midsummer, the afternoon sun was hot, and the colorful red fell on his face, like a scarlet nightmare.

Mephisto grinned, with white teeth between the purple lips.The tongue passed slowly between the teeth, like a sticky fish, greedily sucking plankton in the mud at the bottom of the water.

"This ruby ​​is so beautiful," he said intoxicated. "What kind of person can match it?"

All the maids in the room were silent in fear, and no one answered.

"Take it, put it on your chest, and let me see if it suits you." Mephisto handed a ruby ​​to one of the maids.

The maid took it in fear, and placed the ruby ​​on her chest with trembling hands, her slender collarbone trembling constantly due to tension.She is thin and thin, and there are not many ups and downs on her chest, only her skin is white and lustrous, which complements the bright red gemstones.

Mephisto's eyes turned cold: "It's a pity, your barren body has no curvilinear beauty, and you don't match the ruby. I'm really disappointed."

The maid fell to her knees with a plop, trembling, her lips trembling, but she couldn't utter a word begging for mercy.

"Let me do a magic trick for you." Mephisto bent down, a strange smile appeared on his bewitching face.

"No...please..."

Mephisto grinned, and slowly opened his clenched right hand into a fist - a beating heart appeared in his hand, and blood was still gushing from his veins.

The maid opened her mouth slightly, a stream of blood dripped from the corner of her mouth, she slowly lowered her head inch by inch, looking at her chest.

Between that flat chest, a ferocious wound appeared at some point, and the heart inside disappeared.

Blood spurted out, soaking her pure white maid skirt.

Mephisto picked up the ruby ​​that fell on the ground, and slowly stuffed it into her chest. The cut flesh and bright red blood wrapped the ruby, as if the gem's dazzling color came from human flesh and blood.

"This is a much better match." Mephisto said appreciatively, "This gem is given to you. Because you are quite beautiful now."

The maid's eyes no longer had the brilliance of life, she was holding a ruby ​​that could buy thousands of her, she fell slowly backwards, and she stopped her humble breath on the luxurious carpet.

"Let's go, bring your hands, I'm going to the sewer area, to send gifts from the gods to the mice in Noah's Ark. After all, I am a generous domain master." Mephistopheles laughed wildly, stepping over the maid's body walked to the door.

………………

As the sun sets, the glow of residual red falls on the bustling Noah's Ark.

The fox, disguised as a refugee, carried Dr. Curt's body in a small cart and walked out of the city.He was dressed in tatters, his hair was messed up like a chicken coop, and he was completely different from his neat and tidy appearance in the past.

Because of this, when he pushed the corpse through the main street connecting the upper city, none of the well-dressed nobles recognized who he was, even though they had toasted to each other and danced in countless lively balls, Let's sing together for Noah's prosperity and beauty.

Now, the noble men and women who are sitting in the carriage and rushing to the ball only glanced at him from a distance through the window. Seeing that he was a refugee pushing a corpse, they immediately averted their eyes, as if any more glance would stain their image. Noble—who knows if the plague-laden corpses will infect their noble bodies.

They didn't have the time or the mind to care about it, because they were too busy, too busy going to the never-ending ball, too busy making a splash at the Midsummer Night Ball not long after.

Let those refugees sink along with Noah's Ark. As long as the singing and dancing keep going and the wealth remains, they don't care if the world becomes more depraved.

They are the ones chosen by Mephisto.

The fox followed behind a group of refugees. Some of these refugees carried the corpses on crude stretchers, and some borrowed carts like him. They were quickly driven through the bustling road by the plague doctor wearing a bird's beak mask. street.

The epidemic doctors directed them, threw the corpse on the pile of firewood that had been arranged, and began to burn it.

The flames rose into the air, engulfing the corpses of countless infected people.

The only one who was not infected was Dr. Curt, because he was noble, rich, and Mephisto's lover.

But so what?The fox thought sarcastically that in the end he was not piled up with a group of "untouchables" and burned, and there might be some people killed by him among them.

The fox raised his head, looked at the setting sun in the sky, and wondered idly when he would let Mephisto die.

After his death, although this domain will not collapse immediately, it will gradually decline and eventually sink like other continents.So we still have to go to Neverland, only this time, everyone will not live in the shadow of Mephisto.

I hope the legendary peaceful and peaceful Neverland doesn't rot so completely, he thought.

Not far away, the plague doctors who supervised the burning of the corpses of the refugees started to commotion. With the keenness of an intelligence businessman, the fox immediately leaned over and eavesdropped on their movements.

"Master Mephisto personally?"

"The garrison in the city was dispatched in two groups. One group was to arrest people, and the other group was to encircle and suppress the sewer refugees."

"What? The sewer? That's the headquarters of the plague."

"So it's time to clear it up. As long as the sewers are not eliminated, infected people will continue to emerge."

"But how did I hear that there are actually people treating infected people over there."

"Who knows, since Lord Mephisto has given the order, let's just do our own thing."

"Yeah, stop talking nonsense, burn this batch of corpses quickly, and when the sewers are cleaned up, there will be more corpses waiting to be burned."

The setting sun was about to fall to the horizon, and the fox's heart sank along with it.

He ran towards the city, all the way, he must tell Daisy the news, otherwise everyone will die!