The man was pulled close by surprise.
In the next second, a warm touch swept across his lips, and the other party's voice fluttered into his mind—the impact of those simple words was no less than an earth-shaking tsunami, and in an instant, all his heart was awake. His sanity was overwhelmed, as if all the previous thoughts in his mind had been scattered, floating on a dazed sea of joy.
Before he could react, the other party backed away and the door was closed again.
"Wait..." The man quickly pressed the door with his eyes and hands. Although he didn't need to breathe, his chest was heaving uncomfortably. He stared at the young man standing in the door with burning eyes. His voice was a little unstable and he said hoarsely: " another one."
Ge Xiu narrowed his eyes and smiled.
As long as he wants to, he can maximize the advantages of his five senses.
The other party was slightly taken aback.
"Good night."
Ge Xiu blinked, smiled sly and smugly, and slammed the door shut before the other party returned to his senses.
The door panel and the door frame slammed into each other, echoing in the deadly dark corridor.
The man stared fixedly at the closed door in front of him, and the waves were surging in the depths of his dark eyes.
After a long time, he raised his hand, and icy fingers gently brushed his pale lower lip.
The human body temperature was too bright and strong for him, and there seemed to be a little warm and soft touch on his lips. It rushed from the skin that had just been touched to the chest cavity, and it was still hot until now.
He lowered his eyes and smiled lowly:
"… Good night."
In the next second, there was a wave-like fluctuation in the air, and the man's figure slowly dissipated in the air like smoke, without the slightest shadow remaining.
·
the next day.
The sound of the mechanical clock breaking the silence, resounded throughout the huge building, echoing in the long, dark corridors and stairwells.
The lifeless villa seemed to suddenly come to life, all the lights turned on again, completely dispelling the darkness from the building, the footsteps of the maid and the butler resounded throughout the villa, low whispers and the collision of dishes and dishes The sound filled the air, and it seemed that the place had suddenly changed from a grave to a world full of fresh breath.
Ge Xiu opened his eyes and yawned slowly.
"Morning." The man sat on an armchair not far away and smiled at Ge Xiu when he looked over.
- He doesn't seem to be ready to hide the fact that he has been staring at the other party for a long time.
Gossiu: "..."
He took a deep breath: "Do you have to ask me this way?"
The man blinked: "Don't you like it?"
Gossiu: "...not at all."
The other party nodded, as if he had seriously written down his opinion, and said solemnly: "Then I will try another method next time."
"..." Ge Xiu suddenly had an ominous feeling: "... No way."
The other party laughed, stood up from the armchair, carried the tray on the table beside it, and put it on the small cabinet beside the bed: "Well, the butler just brought it."
Ge Xiu glanced at the contents of the plate.
Baked browned toast, refreshments, fruits and vegetables, fried butter eggs.
The color is rich and balanced, and it looks quite delicate.
He raised his eyebrows: "This copy actually still manages meals?"
"Of course. But the content of each person's food is closely related to their identity." The man unhurriedly brought out the contents of the tray, his movements were gentle and graceful.
"Don't worry, these are real food." He winked at Ge Xiu: "I checked."
Ge Xiu glanced at him: "Have you met with the housekeeper?"
"Yes." The man smiled slightly: "I handled it very cleanly."
Ge Xiu frowned, a little annoyed:
"I don't care about you."
"Okay, okay." The smile on the other side's lips deepened: "I'm self-indulgent."
Gossiu: "..."
He lowered his eyes and poked the food in front of him with a silver fork expressionlessly.
—[He] in this world is getting more and more difficult to handle.
At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out in front of his eyes.
The fingers slowly spread out.
I saw a candy lying in the palm of the other party's palm, and the candy wrappers wrapped around the candy shone under the light, as if revealing some kind of sweet and secret temptation.
Ge Xiu's eyes lit up slightly.
He suppressed his shining eyes, his face sullen, solemnly stretched out his hand to take the candy from the palm of the other's palm, raised his eyes and glanced at the man standing in front of him, and said reluctantly:
"… Thanks."
The curvature of the man's lips deepened: "It is my honor to serve you."
·
When Ge Xiu came downstairs, the atmosphere in the hall was very strange.
The hostess—according to the information collected last night, her name is Elizabeth Wright—is sitting in the center of the sofa, and the other players are standing on the side, trembling, with a broken teacup lying on the ground. Tea leaves were scattered all over the floor, and half of the bloody fingers and an eyeball connected to a nerve lay in the center of the water stain.
Mrs. Wright's face looked particularly eerie.
Although there are traces of the years, her face is still extraordinarily beautiful, as stiff as a mask, and the corners of her eyebrows and eyes reveal a strange feeling. Her face is like a piece of skin separated from the bones, but it hangs loosely on this character. , his eyes were fixed on a player standing by the side, his eyes were dark and terrifying, as if the thick maliciousness hidden under the skin could be turned into pitch-black mucus and flowed out from her seven orifices. of.
The same goes for other NPCs in the room.
The maid and the butler remained motionless, staring at the erring player with the same eyes.
The player in the center of the line of sight stood stiffly on the spot, his face was as pale as wax, as if melted sweat was flowing down his forehead, the whole person was trembling like a sieve, and he was almost a little unstable - even if Ge Xiu didn't know the cause and effect. It can also be seen that this player's chance has been used up.
He continued walking down quietly.
When Ge Xiu stepped on the last step, the scene that was still stagnant just now suddenly returned to flow.
Mrs. Wright's face returned to her previous normal and delicate appearance, and the other housekeepers and maids continued to do their work as if nothing had happened—sweeping the dust and waiting for orders.
As if the strange scene just now was an illusion of people.
Mrs. Wright didn't seem to see the eyes and fingers in it. She pointed to the tea and debris scattered on the ground with disgust, and ordered: "Sweep these away, there are still guests at home, what does this garbage look like here? ."
The players woke up like a dream and hurriedly started to clean the debris on the ground.
The player who screwed up seemed to have survived the catastrophe and joined in tremblingly.
Gossiu went down the steps.
Mrs. Wright, as if she had only seen him at this moment, walked over with her skirt and took Gexiu's hand: "My darling, why are you only coming down now?"
Ge Xiu was expressionless: "Sleep late."
The players around took a deep breath—they just saw clearly how the player just now was easily caught by a mistake and lost a chance, and now the other party is so unconcerned about doing something beyond the human design. Answer... They held their breath, feeling that the NPC in front of them seemed to tear off that hypocritical mask in the next second, revealing a ferocious face.
But unexpectedly, Mrs. Wright just frowned and complained:
"How many times have I warned you? Why are you still the same?"
"There are so many guests at home, don't be self-willed." She raised her hand and summoned the maid who was standing beside her, while shoving Ge Xiu: "Take the young lady to the dressing room, the tailor is already waiting for her."
The maid on the side came over and curtseyed to Ge Xiu: "Miss, please come with me."
Ge Xiu glanced at the trembling players not far away, then withdrew his gaze and followed the footsteps of the maid in front of him.
After passing through several dimly lit side halls and the winding corridor, the maid stopped in front of one of the doors, and she bowed to Ge Xiu: "Miss, it's here."
Ge Xiu raised his hand and pushed open the door.
A pungent bloody smell rushed to the face instantly. The thick rust smell seemed to condense into a solid body in the air, and the metal smell was deposited on the tongue coating and lingered for a long time.
This is a huge room with a high ceiling. All kinds of clothing and long skirts are hung on the shelves in the room and in the special solid wood wardrobe. There are also two servants standing in the corner, bending over. The ready-to-wear and semi-finished clothes were meticulously arranged, and in the silent room, there was a rustling sound between the cloth and the cloth.
The window was open, and through the window, one could see the dark and sticky sky outside. It was a little lighter than yesterday's color, like a rolling gray cloud. , barely able to tell that the present time is daytime.
A bust of a model stood in the center of the room, while a tall, lanky tailor stood aside with a tape measure and scissors in hand, stooping as if to trim slightly the clothes the model was wearing.
It wears a long skirt.
The fabric of the skirt is made of thick human skin, and the stitches carefully fix the everted skin into shape. Sen Bai's bones are supported under the skirt, holding up the huge skirt.
Through the blood-drenched epidermis, you can see the looming capillaries above, as well as the remaining flesh and blood residue.
The blood dripped from the lower end of the skirt drop by drop, penetrated into the thick carpet, and was absorbed cleanly in an instant.
The tailor with the scissors turned around. The blade of the scissors in his hand was still stained with half-dried blood, like dark rust on the sharp edge. He looked in his forties or fifties, and he was lean in a well-cut suit. vest.
The tailor looked natural, smiled and greeted Gexiu:
"Miss, you are finally here."
Ge Xiu walked into the room with the same expression, and stopped in front of his skirt.
The smell of blood became stronger.
He raised his eyes and scrutinized the bust in a blood-colored human skin long skirt before him. The model in the skirt was not made of wood, but made of real people. The skin on his body has been completely peeled off, leaving only traces of neatly arranged muscles on the bones. A pair of eyeballs that have lost their eyelids seem to be covered with a layer of gray shadows, staring blankly and silently ahead.
The tailor walked over with a smile on his face, raised his hand to the tie of the skirt behind the model, and said while untying:
"Miss, are you ready to try your wedding dress?"
More blood dripped from the tailor's fingers, staining his palms and cuffs scarlet.
Ge Xiu retracted his gaze and replied calmly:
"Do not."
"This..." The smile on the tailor's face froze: "Excuse me, Miss, why is this..."
He pressed on: "Are you dissatisfied with the style? Or the fabric..."
The servants who were standing in the corner stopped what they were doing and looked at them in unison, their eyes glued to Ge Xiu's body, as if they were waiting for something.
Suddenly, Ge Xiu raised his foot without warning and slammed the corpse in front of him wearing a long skirt sewn from human skin.
The tailor who was still chattering was suddenly knocked down by surprise, and rolled with the corpse with an "Ouch" sound. The suit, which was still clean and tidy, was instantly stained with sticky blood.
Ge Xiu looked at him condescendingly and smiled slightly:
"My lady is happy."
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