Chapter 138

"I don't know."

After casually dealing with Lyra, Lin Sanjiu was stunned.

According to her experience after entering the copy, every time she leaves a fairy tale, the next time she enters, it is no longer the time point when she leaves. When she was absent, the story was still moving forward normally - that is, the next time she returned to the story of little red riding hood, the time to save Emma and her grandchildren from the crisis must have passed.

If it was werewolves who attacked them, Lin Sanjiu could hardly think of how they could escape from heaven.

If the protagonist of the story dies, what will happen to this copy and to himself in it?

When she was at a loss, Leila stopped her knife and fork and looked at her curiously.

"Hey," Lyra gently called her, and pursed her lips a little unhappily, "what are you thinking? Ignore me?"

Lin Sanjiu woke up -- anyway, she had come out of the story of little red riding hood. Now all she could do was to find clues to solve the mystery of the copy in the current story.

"Nothing, I'm just wondering about your key." She smiled at Lyra.

Sure enough, the other party was immediately distracted by her - Leila was facing her blue silk dress and paused: "Oh - yes, what did you say he was hiding in the room?"

Lin San drank a mouthful of wine as if it were a cover up, and secretly settled down. Whether it's Little Red Riding Hood or Cinderella, she has just been watching the development of things. As a result, the two stories have taken strange turns... So now, she plans to do something different here in Lyra.

"Otherwise." Lin Sanjiu casually provoked a piece of shrimp, "let's go in and have a look."

She didn't expect this to startle Lyra, and almost didn't hold the fork: "ah? That's no good. My husband repeatedly stressed that I was not allowed to open the room. He said that if I went in, he would never forgive me..."

Looking at Lyra, it seemed that she had never considered sneaking in to have a look.

This is very different from the story.

Maybe this is the opportunity for change - Lin Sanjiu's heart jumped and paused, and then he quietly asked: "... Aren't you curious? What on earth can't your husband let you know..."

Lyra lowered her eyelids and frowned.

Although she is usually drunk. No matter what you say, it's also absent-minded, but sometimes it's surprisingly cautious.

After thinking for a while, Leila silently took a slender key from the key chain around her waist and pressed it on the table.

"... this is the key to the small room." She glanced up at Lin Sanjiu, looking very tangled. "You're right. I really want to know what's in that room, so... I want to ask you to help me."

Lin Sanjiu was stunned. "You mean, you want me to take a look for you?"

Lyra nodded, with a trace of the naive cunning of a young woman in her eyes: "you go and have a look, and then come back and tell me what's inside. It's not against my husband's order."

This place is obviously different from the original story - perhaps the key is here!

"OK, I'll go up and watch it for you now." Lin Sanjiu took a sip of it. Grabbed the key.

In Lyra's nervous eyes, she quickly ran up the stairs.

Although Bluebeard's castle is not big, it has three or four floors - I have lived here for several days. Lin San wine is almost familiar.

She went up the second floor and entered the corridor.

This is the most beautifully decorated and luxurious floor of the whole castle; In the figure paintings one by one on both sides, the ancestors from the blue beard family seemed to be casting their eyes on everyone approaching.

Seeing that he was about to reach the last room, Lin Sanjiu suddenly stopped. He took two steps back and slowly moved his eyes to something.

This is a big mirror that can clearly reflect people from head to toe.

In the age of underdeveloped technology. Mirrors of this size and clarity can't be seen everywhere - not to mention. Lin San wine feels very, very familiar with its silver edge.

Emma's cabin seems to have such a mirror

No, or should I say, this mirror and Emma's side are exactly the same thing.

Although Lin Sanjiu still couldn't understand the meaning of this, she obviously felt that her blood flow rate was speeding up.

This is what she found in common for the first time in the three stories - she thought for a while, but she suppressed her impulse to rush down immediately and ask the origin of the mirror, and just touched the mirror carefully. Then she gritted her teeth, turned and walked to the door.

I'm afraid everyone in the "Blue Beard" story knows what's behind this door——

Although it's not a good thing to see a room full of dead bodies, Lin Sanjiu still inserted the key into the lock hole to be on the safe side, turned it gently, and the door lock was opened.

The door opened, and a cool air rushed out from the crack of the door and passed in the corridor.

Strangely, there was no smell of blood in the room.

Lin Sanjiu narrowed her eyes and looked. The room was very dark. She could hardly see anything except some vague human shadows hanging from the ceiling - she didn't intend to see the dead bodies of those poor women clearly. She still put her hand on the doorknob, glanced casually, and planned to leave.

It was at this time that her eyes crossed a light blue shadow and then froze.

It was a blue silk skirt, and she knew the style and texture very well - because Lin Sanjiu had just seen it.

Lin Sanjiu's eyes slowly moved up and stayed on the face of the dead body.

Her long black hair was tied into a beautiful bun. On her young face, which was in her early twenties, her red lips were particularly conspicuous.

Lyra.

Different from the way she held up her glass and laughed just now, Lyra's face was snow-white, her dark brown eyes without any gloss were staring at the door, and a pair of cyan fingerprints on her neck seemed to be branded, deep into her skin. The veins and blood on the white and tender skin were mixed in one place and covered her forehead.

It's Lyra. That's right.

Lin Sanjiu suddenly covered her mouth, and she didn't know whether she had made a sound - she felt that she had experienced a lot in the doomsday for so long, but - but——

After all, she was a little flustered. One of her feet didn't stand steady and staggered for a while - Lin Sanjiu held the door frame, but she stopped. Unexpectedly, the key jingled down the door frame and fell to the ground with a "snap".

Lin Sanjiu took a deep breath, still dared not turn his head to Leila's dead body, stretched his arm and picked up the key.

The key is covered with blood, just like what happened in fairy tales.

Not far away, Leila's eyes were wide open and she was still staring at her insensibly.

Since entering the copy, all kinds of things that have been pressed by Lin Sanjiu at the bottom of her heart burst out in an instant - the irrationality, chaos and disorder of the three fairy tales, the progress that people can't touch their heads, the anxiety that they can't get out of the copy, and the worry about their companions... She turned and ran, and the wind swept up by her speed even overturned several figure paintings.

When Lin Sanjiu rushed down the stairs, she was stupid.

Because Lyra was sitting at the table, sipping the wine gently. Her skin and hair were still very moist, and her fingers knocked on the crystal cup, making a light sound.

In my opinion, they are all living people -?

"Ah, you came down. What did you see?"

Lyra heard the sound, hurriedly turned around and asked with some urgency. "Why is your face so ugly? What's in it?"

Lin Sanjiu opened his mouth, looked at her stupidly, and subconsciously turned back to look in the direction of the corridor.

This one in front of me is obviously a living person, but what happened to the one hanging in the room just now?

The iron key with blood in her hand came into Lyra's sight at this time - the latter was immediately anxious, hurriedly pulled it out and rubbed it hard with his napkin; While wiping, she asked anxiously, "how could it be stained with blood? Talk quickly, I'm so anxious!"

Lin Sanjiu looked at her carefully from head to toe, and suddenly had an idea in his heart.

"You come with me." She grabbed Lyra by the wrist and dragged her upstairs without saying anything. (to be continued)

PS: Thank you, I dare not say sachet!

I'm not in the mood today, don't say

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