redvbooks Chapter 185 Death Game (24)
Chapter 185 Death Game (24)
Chapter 185 Death Game (24)
The little girl gritted her teeth again: "I ask you, why are these numbers."
"Didn't you notice that the group kept calling her Lizzie Borden?"
The boy raised his eyes and looked at the woman standing in front of the pendulum: "This is a reminder, in the song, Lizzie Borden slashed her mother 41 times with an axe, and slashed her father 81 times, adding up to [-]. "
At this kind of moment, the little girl seemed to be very humbly asking for advice: "What about the other four?"
"Forty and 41, the number that overlaps in Arabic numerals is four. When the mirror opened, it should have said the word 'death' to you, which is a homonym for four. Even the balloon that spoke to you first was four."
"Also, in the basement we just entered, among the pile of debris, only four things were stained with blood."
Having said that, the boy paused. He really had no hope for the little girl's IQ and memory, so he had to list those four things:
"Two wooden boxes, an axe, and a millstone."
"81 is too big, so I add the ones and tens together to get thirteen."
Just as the little girl was about to speak, Yiyang knew what she wanted to ask, and interrupted her: "As for why not continue adding one to three..."
The boy glanced out of the window with his dark eyes, and then looked at the wall clock. The wall clock seemed to be broken before, and the pointer always stopped at one o'clock.
"It is daytime now, and although the sun is in the center, it is slightly to the west, that is to say, it is afternoon, and one o'clock in the afternoon corresponds to thirteen o'clock in the 24-hour counting digit."
The one o'clock hand turned clockwise for thirteen hours, and it was exactly two o'clock.
The young man pursed his lips, turned his head, looked at Li Qi Borden with his dark eyes, and asked with a smile: "If I'm not wrong, this world has actually stayed at two o'clock in the afternoon."
"We've been here for a long time, but the sun hasn't changed at all."
The woman was silent for a moment.
"...That's right."
She seemed to be indulging in memories, and said to herself: "Every one of us has been cursed, and we have cursed others. We died in this house, and now we have become this house again."
The woman in the black dress swept across this luxurious and exquisite villa with sad eyes, and finally stopped on the clock cabinet, the gorgeous and stiff cuckoo, with a low tone:
"The other end happened to be my birthday. At two o'clock in the afternoon, suddenly a group of people came in with weapons." Her beautiful and gentle blue eyes suddenly became extremely resentful: "They are crazy!"
"They killed my parents, all the servants in the family, even the little ones who were only a few years old."
She smiled: "Later, I was also killed. Before I died, I was insulted and scratched my face."
The woman stroked the scars on her face slowly with her slender white fingers, and grinned. Behind her was the sunshine with an angle that never changed. Against the backdrop of the gorgeous and complicated long black palace skirt, she looked crazy and ferocious:
"I was supposed to be that cuckoo, but for some reason, I came back to life."
"So, I took the axe, and finally ground them with a millstone, put them in the box, and put my parents' heads in it myself."
Her tone was cold: "I want them to atone day and night."
The cuckoo's dark eyes were suddenly dyed, turning into a gentle blue like a lake.
It flew into the air and hummed a song:
"Lizzie Borden took the ax and struck Mom forty times, and when she realized what she had done, she gave Dad another 41..."
(End of this chapter)