After casually addressing Laila, Lin Sanjiu fell into a daze.
Judging from her experience after entering the dungeon, every time she leaves a fairy tale, the next time she enters, it will no longer be the same time point when she left. In her absence, the story is still going on normally.
Moving forward - this means that when she next returns to the story of Little Red Riding Hood, the time to save Emma and her grandson from crisis must have passed.
If the attacker was really a werewolf, Lin Sanjiu could hardly think of how they could escape.
If the protagonist of the story dies, what will happen to this copy and myself in it...?
When she was at a loss what to do, Laila stopped her knife and fork and looked at her curiously.
"Hey," Laila called her softly, pouting her red lips as if she was unhappy: "What are you thinking about? Are you ignoring me?"
Lin Sanjiu finally came to her senses - no matter what, she had come out of the story of Little Red Riding Hood, and all she could do now was to look for clues to the mystery of the copy in the current story.
"Nothing, I was just wondering about your key." She smiled at Laila.
Sure enough, the other party's attention was immediately diverted by her - Laila's hand while she was adjusting her blue silk dress paused: "Oh - yes, what did you think he was hiding in the room?"
Lin Sanjiu took a sip of water as if to cover up, and secretly calmed down. Whether it was Little Red Riding Hood or Cinderella, she just watched the development of the matter. As a result, both stories took a strange turn... So now, she
I plan to do something different here in Laila.
"Otherwise." Lin Sanjiu picked up a piece of shrimp as if nothing happened, "Let's go in and have a look."
She herself didn't expect that these words shocked Laila, and she almost stopped holding the fork: "Ah? That won't work. My husband has repeatedly stressed that I am not allowed to open that room. He said that if I go in, I will definitely
You won’t forgive me…”
Judging from Laila's appearance, it seemed that she had never considered sneaking in to take a look.
This aspect is quite different from the story.
Maybe this is the opportunity for change - Lin Sanjiu's heart skipped a beat, she paused, and then asked softly: "...Aren't you curious? Is there anything your husband can't let you know..."
Laila lowered her eyelids and frowned.
Although she is always drunk and seems absent-minded no matter what she talks about, sometimes she is unexpectedly cautious.
After thinking for a while, Laila silently took out a slender key from the keychain around her waist and pressed it on the table.
"...This is the key to the small room." She raised her head and glanced at Lin Sanjiu with a confused expression. "You are right. I actually really want to know what is in that room, so... I want to ask you to help me.
This is busy."
Lin Sanjiu was stunned. "You mean, you want me to take a look on your behalf?"
Laila nodded, with a hint of the innocent cunning of a young woman in her eyes: "If you go and take a look and come back and tell me what's inside, it doesn't count as violating my husband's order."
This part is obviously different from the original story - maybe the key point is here!
"Okay, I'll go up and look at it for you now." Lin Sanjiu agreed and grabbed the key.
Under Laila's nervous gaze, she quickly ran up the stairs.
Although Blue Beard's castle is not big, it has three or four floors - after living here for several days, Lin Sanjiu was almost familiar with it.
She went up to the second floor and entered the corridor.
This is the most beautifully decorated and luxurious floor in the entire castle; in the character paintings on both sides, the ancestors of the Bluebeard family seem to be casting their eyes on everyone who approaches.
On people.
When he was about to reach the last room, Lin Sanjiu suddenly stopped. He turned back and took two steps back, slowly moving his eyes towards something.
This is a large mirror that can clearly reflect a person from head to toe.
In an era of underdeveloped technology, a mirror of this size and clarity could not be seen everywhere - not to mention, Lin Sanjiu felt very, very familiar with its silver trim.
There seems to be such a mirror in Emma's cabin...
No, or rather, this mirror and Emma's side are exactly the same thing.
Although Lin Sanjiu could not understand the meaning of this, she clearly felt that her blood flow had accelerated.
This was the first common thread she found among the three stories. After thinking about it, she restrained her urge to rush down and ask about the origin of the mirror. She just touched the mirror carefully. Then she gritted her teeth.
, turned around and walked to the door.
What is behind this door is probably clear to everyone who has read the "Blue Beard" story——
Although it was not a pleasant thing to see a house full of hanging corpses, to be on the safe side, Lin Sanjiu inserted the key into the keyhole, turned it gently, and the door lock opened.
The door opened, and a stream of cool air rushed out from the crack in the door and flowed into the corridor.
Strangely, there was no smell of blood in the room.
Lin Sanjiu squinted her eyes and saw that the room was very dark. Except for some vague human-shaped shadows hanging from the ceiling, she could hardly see anything clearly. She had no intention of removing the bodies of those poor women.
The dead body could be seen clearly, and his hand was still on the doorknob. He glanced at it casually and planned to leave.
It was at this moment that her eyes passed over a light blue shadow, and then she froze.
It was a blue silk skirt, and she knew the style and texture very well - because Lin Sanjiu had seen it just now.
Lin Sanjiu's gaze slowly moved up, resting on the face of the dead body.
Her long black hair was tied into a beautiful bun, and her red lips were particularly conspicuous on her young face, probably in her early twenties.
Leila.
Different from the way she was holding a glass of wine and joking just now, Laila's face was as white as white at this moment, and she had a pair of dark brown eyes without any luster. She was staring blankly at the door, and a pair of blue-purple handprints on her neck seemed to be branded, penetrating deeply into her.
In her skin, the veins and bloodshot veins on her white and tender skin were all mixed together, covering her forehead.
That's right, it's Laila.
Lin Sanjiu covered her mouth violently, not knowing whether she made a sound - she had been struggling in the apocalypse for so long, and she felt that she had experienced a lot, but - but -
After all, she was a little panicked. She lost her footing and staggered. Lin Sanjiu held on to the door frame and stood still, but she didn't expect the key to jingle down the door frame. "
With a "pop" sound, it fell to the ground.
Lin Sanjiu took a deep breath, still not daring to turn her head in the direction of Laila's dead body, and stretched out her arms to pick up the key.
The key was covered in blood, just like what happened in fairy tales.
Not far away, Laila's eyes were wide open, still looking at her blankly.
Since entering the dungeon, all the things that Lin Sanjiu had been suppressing in her heart burst out in an instant - the unreasonable, chaotic and disordered three fairy tales, the puzzling progress, and the inability to escape.
Anxious about the copy, worried about her companions... She turned around and ran away, and the wind picked up by her speed even overturned several character paintings.
When Lin Sanjiu rushed down the stairs, she was stunned.
Because Laila was sitting upright at the dining table, gently sipping the wine in the glass. Her skin and hair were still very moist, and she tapped the crystal glass with her fingers, making a light sound.
No matter how you look at it, they are all living people, right?
"Ah, you came down, what did you see?"
Laila heard the sound and turned around quickly, asking with some urgency. "Why does your face look so ugly? What is inside?"
Lin Sanjiu opened her mouth and looked at her blankly, then subconsciously glanced back towards the corridor.
The person in front of me is obviously a living person, but what happened to the one hanging in the room just now?
The blood-stained iron key in her hand caught Laila's sight. The latter immediately became anxious and hurriedly took it out and rubbed it vigorously with a napkin. While wiping it, she asked anxiously:
"How come it's stained with blood? Speak quickly, I'm so worried!"
Lin Sanjiu looked at her carefully from head to toe, and suddenly had an idea in her mind.
"Follow me." She grabbed Laila's wrist and dragged her upstairs without any explanation. (To be continued)
ps: Thank you for the sachet that I dare not say!
I'm not in the mood today, so I won't say anything...
