Chapter 236 She Completed Her Mission

"Ha... ha..."

Isabel gasped for air, holding on to the wall and trying her best to move forward.

She could no longer remember how many times she had died, nor could she tell which level of dream she was in now.

It hurts so much...

Every death brought severe punishment to her.

At first it was just some fever and weakness. As painful and uncomfortable as it is, it is possible to investigate.

After she was pushed down the stairs and fell to death for the first time, when she woke up again she found herself tied up and sitting in the hall.

Besides himself, there were six other people present. Some of them cursed loudly, while others remained silent.

And a young man with brown hair and deep features found a violin from nowhere, admiring the storm in front of the window, and playing the tuneless noise as he pleased.

Yes, noise - at least by Isabel's standards, she had been playing the violin better than this in the three months she had been playing it.

Because it was not any piece of music at all, but an improvisational performance, but the performer lacked the musical theory foundation for improvisation. The result was a torturous mess.

This also made her finally unable to bear it any longer and spoke out to stop him.

"Lulu...your highness, right?"

The man turned around with a cold and arrogant attitude and bowed respectfully to everyone at the table.

His knuckles were distinct, and the bow in his hand was like a sword.

Even though everyone cursed him louder and louder, he still turned a deaf ear.

"You just go down first, I have to wait for some more time. But don't be afraid, I will go down before the end of time."

He didn't introduce himself, but Lulu easily guessed his identity - her intuition was convinced that this was Sherlock, not Merlin pretending to be him.

"What should I do... to help you?"

"Daya" at the table asked seriously: "I investigated Room 201 from the upper floor..."

As she spoke, she tried her best to ignore the curses and quarrels of the people around her, and told Sherlock everything she saw.

Sherlock was a little surprised at Isabel's strength and initiative, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a rare smile of approval.

"When you go down, confirm who is dead on each floor. Then remember these people. After you find the fox, tell him what you saw, and then tell him my strategy."

Sherlock said calmly: "I choose to wait here. Seeing how many people will fall to my level, I finally know that I should descend several levels in a row. I am confident that I can recognize Merlin, and he cannot fool me. .

"Of course, I may fail. For example, if someone above me misjudges the number of layers and doesn't come down until the end. Then I will be eliminated together with him.

"-In short, those who are waiting on the ground floor may see more than two people not arriving, or all of them are present. But it is impossible to see only one person not arriving.

"If this happens, there are two possibilities - because I chose an extremely safe strategy, Merlin will most likely disguise himself as me in order to offset the situation I created. If this is the case, then what is missing? That person must be below my level.

"Take these words of mine to the fox, and he will understand."

After the detective finished speaking, he raised the muzzle of his gun and pointed it at Daiya, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

——And from this death, Isabel began to feel the pain.

The heat became more severe and she began to vomit repeatedly. The heart beats abnormally violently, but it cannot pump much blood because it contracts without fully relaxing. Her temperature continued to rise and her consciousness began to blur.

"Three people died," she repeated, "the woman, the monkey, and the old man."

She was too weak to pull the trigger.

Looking at the body of the vicious man on the ground, she found the gun he was carrying.

Isabel knelt on the ground and buried the muzzle of the gun deep in her throat. The small index and middle fingers of both hands were stacked together, and the trigger was pressed down with the weight of the body——

Take yourself to the next level.

From here on, she discovered to her horror... that her skin was cracking.

Her skin became pale and had tiny cracks. An unknown purple glow oozes out from it, mixed with a little gradient pink in the middle.

The girl's silver bell-like laughter became clearer and clearer, as if ringing in her ears.

Because her memory began to become blurry, Isabel began to mutter to herself repeatedly about everything she saw.

"The story of Merlin...the fairy tale book, the bear...the dead end..."

She stumbled around looking for the body, and kept chanting in a dry and hoarse voice: "Level 1, detectives...either two of them are absent, or all of them are present..."

"On the second floor, three people died...a woman, a monkey, and an old man."

"——Sister, let's play together?"

The girl's voice rang out from her ears, interrupting Isabel's chanting.

"Don't make any noise!"

Isabel got angry in a rare moment.

But just shouting loudly made her head hurt more and more. The pain, which was like a needle prick, made her stop, holding her head and gasping for air.

——No one can help me now.

On the contrary, he still carries the hope of victory.

Looking at the corpses, Isabel had already guessed the rules of whereabouts.

If I didn't have my information, Aiwass might have fallen to the wrong level due to wrong information... Sherlock might have died...

She should have felt powerless.

Anyway, she had always been like this... She was always protected by someone behind her. She had never been responsible for something important independently, nor had she ever taken on the lives of others.

"... Ha... Ha..."

She panted softly, and the cracked lines on her skin flickered like breathing.

...Speaking of which, does this concern life?

Isabelle's consciousness began to become blurred.

This seemed to be a promotion ceremony... It didn't matter even if I lost...

Just stop like this. It's too painful. If I go on, I might die of pain.

- Although she knew that no one would blame her even if she failed.

But Isabel was still unwilling. The green flames were reflected in Dai Ya's pupils like an illusion, and she seemed to have some strength and consciousness became clearer.

The closer she was to the limit, the more motivated Isabel was.

The more painful it was, the stronger she became.

She didn't want to give up yet——

"Merlin's story... Teddy bear... Ha... 201..."

Isabel moved with the help of the wall, murmuring in a low voice, like a dream.

At this moment, she saw a strange illusion in front of her.

A blonde girl threw the ball in her hand to Isabel.

"Come and play ball, sister?"

She looked forward to it, and the voice with an ethereal echo sounded: "Let's play ball together?"

Isabel subconsciously wanted to reach out to block the ball. Her body, which was already on the verge of limit, was directly knocked down by the ball and fell to the ground.

The ball and the little girl turned into phantoms and dissipated, but the touch of being hit by the ball was so real.

In her heart, the little girl's voice sounded again: "Sister... will you leave me?"

The voice became panic.

She was so lonely and scared... This made Isabel's heart soften.

She couldn't help crying, as if for herself and for this girl.

But she cried for a while and then got up again, silently wiping away her tears. She continued to walk forward, towards a darker place.

She passed by corpses one after another. Some people were alive before, but now they were dead; some died once, and then died a second time.

Her consciousness became blurred, and she had long forgotten that she was in the promotion ceremony and still in a dream. The increasingly clear pain continued to torture her, making her experience at this moment so real. She even forgot that her name was Isabel.

"Remember these people."

A cold and arrogant voice sounded: "Just take these words of mine to the fox, he will understand."

"He will understand..."

Isabel murmured and repeated, and the light was reflected in her copper-like pink and purple pupils.

Her skin cracked over a large area, and pink blood slowly flowed as she walked.

Some living people also met her on the road - seeing this little girl with a high fever, everyone would want to take her away.

But after they approached Isabel, their bodies became blurred and transparent.

They ran towards Isabel anxiously and distressedly, but became transparent before they picked her up. After Isabel passed through them and left, they stood up again as if nothing had happened. It was as if they had never seen her.

Not only the living people - even the world around her, occasionally became blurry and transparent.

She remembered the bodies on each floor, but she didn't remember how many floors she had descended. Her memory was still running, but she couldn't think anymore.

——Finally, she saw the long table with candles lit again. She saw the familiar detective and the vicious man sitting at the head.

It was like a painting, imprinted in her heart.

Isabel's tears fell in an instant.

Just one look, her intuition told her - this man is Aiwas.

"... Aiwa..."

Isabel stumbled over and ran into his arms.

——Although they looked exactly the same, this was definitely not the vicious man. Her eyes told her so.

She had forgotten that she should call him Fox, but her instinct told her not to say his name.

"There is Merlin's storybook and a teddy bear in room 201. I took them and walked to a dead end...

"I met the detective on the first floor below, and he asked me to tell you..."

Isabel's voice became smoother: "The dead are..."

She recited the names of the people she remembered in one breath. Everyone was listening quietly to the information she brought.

——Her mission was accomplished.