"Aaaah—!!!"
A sharp, girlish scream burst from the bathroom, piercing through Alain's contemplative heart and mind, causing his brain to quake instantly.
This tone... without a doubt, it was Mila's!
He rushed over quickly, glancing at the dark, mottled wooden floor—the traces of fresh blood flowing toward the bathroom.
From this information, it was easy to deduce—the corpse of Yang Wanhua, whose chest should have been pierced by his sword, had sohow moved inside the bathroom.
Bang!
He kicked open the ajar door, his gaze imdiately focusing on the back of the young girl holding a katana.
Seeing that she appeared unhard, Alain did not relax his vigilance.
"How are you?!"
"It's s-super scary!!!" Mila turned her head around, her pale complexion looking as if all the blood had been drained from her.
Alain hurriedly walked over, hugged her, and protected her in his embrace.
The young girl lay against his chest like a little bird relying on a person, her eyes wide as she stared at the bathtub.
Alain also saw the horrifying scene in her line of sight:
A pristine white porcelain bathtub sat quietly in the corner of the bathroom, appearing harmless to humans and animals alike.
But inside the bathtub, it was filled to the brim with water, with scattered small bubbles still floating on top, clearly having been used for washing.
However... the color of the water was blood-red.
That layer of calm, scarlet water surface clashed with the pure white bathtub... one white, one red. The intense visual impact made Alain take two steps back.
"You go out first; I'll take a look," Alain said.
"No way, I'm staying with you too!" Although Mila, lying in his arms, was pale, she had no ti to be timid.
She left Alain's embrace and drew her katana. The silver-white blade pointed at the bloody water in the bathtub; in a trance, it seed as if the blade edge was stained with blood.
Seeing her like this, Alain also nodded solemnly and walked slowly to the side of the bathtub.
He looked down, only then discovering that on the pale blue ceramic tile floor of the bathroom, a few sharp drops of dried dark red also remained.
Compared to the dark brown wooden floor in the room, the bathroom's light blue tiled floor could better reflect the traces of fresh blood, making them clear at a glance.
At the sa ti, in a corner of the bathtub, there seed to be traces of so clothes.
He extended the tip of his foot and hooked those clothes out from the bathtub's blind spot. It was exactly what Yang Wanhua was wearing on the day of the confinent.
He picked up the upper garnt to look; right in the center of the chest was a tear. Centered on the tear, it was dripping with fresh blood. Furthermore, a black button was missing.
Alain subsequently threw away the clothes and opened the bathtub's drain. The water flow ford a small vortex with a gurgle.
He stared at that small, "cute" scarlet vortex, his eyes gradually becoming entranced, drifting across the river of ti... arriving at the mont Yang Wanhua was killed by him.
After Alain finished killing Yang Wanhua, he left the so-called illusion—actually reality—and returned to the Ga World.
And the corpse of that girl with long straight black hair... lay quietly on the wooden floor.
The pattering blood flowed, rging with the dark brown ground, becoming a pool of blood...
Who knows how much ti passed, she woke up.
Yang Wanhua stared with black and white pupils, gazing at the ceiling of what should have been Alain's cage and her paradise.
The young girl stood up, stroking her chest in pain. A button, having undergone the puncture of the greatsword, finally fell to the ground overwheld, emitting a light clack.
But the Wanhua of this mont obviously didn't have ti to care.
Fresh blood, still fierce and unruly, flowed continuously from her chest to the ground.
She staggered her steps, walked into the bathroom, stripped off her clothes, filled the bathtub with water, and lay inside.
In that pure, translucent water, the blood from her wound oozed out constantly, condensing into a thousand strands of bloody gauze mist, dyeing the clear water.
And she even had the leisure to apply body wash; the white foam, accompanied by fresh blood, dripped within the bathtub.
She stretched her limbs with incomparable elegance, comfortably enjoying the blood-bathing mont that belonged to her—Yang Wanhua.
After that, Alain couldn't imagine what exactly happened.
Gurgle...
The bloody water in the bathtub drained completely, leaving a ring of scarlet on the pristine white tub wall.
At this point, he reached a conclusion:
"Yang Wanhua didn't die."
"..." Mila also had her guesses about this. Just think, what kind of dying person would have the leisure to prioritize taking a bath after being pierced through the heart by a sword?
"But, where exactly is that ex-girlfriend of yours?" The young girl looked around the bathroom, naturally seeing those clothes soaked in fresh blood. "Could it be..."
"Mn." Alain had his own guess about this as well. "The worst-case scenario is... Yang Wanhua is right inside this residence."
"Heh, heh~ It seems I ca here at just the right ti."
Mila showed off the katana in her hand. Although it was blunt and scratched, it would hurt even more when hacking people.
"Yeah." Her little joke alleviated the strange feeling in Alain's heart quite a bit.
Indeed... the current him was different from being alone in the illusion.
He had a helper.
Although Alain didn't understand why Yang Wanhua didn't die. But if she wasn't dead, he just had to drag her out and kill her again, right?
He would not be soft-hearted.
And the current critical objective was still how to find her—where exactly was Yang Wanhua in the residence?
"After you went up to the second floor, did you find any rooms like a 'Secret Room'?" Alain asked.
Mila pondered for two seconds and shook her head. "No. Many rooms up there didn't even have furniture. I also tried feeling around every suspicious place."
"That's good then."
Alain was very reassured by Mila when it ca to serious matters. In this way... the target was narrowed down to the first floor.
Although there was a lot of furniture on the first floor, he had actually felt around every piece of furniture just like Mila earlier, but simply hadn't found any extra secret rooms.
Therefore, the first floor likely didn't have a room where Yang Wanhua could be.
Then, Alain's target only remained—
Alain thought of an iron door. An iron door... without a lock hole.
That door was not on the first floor, nor on the second floor. Instead... it was located in the basent of this residence.
That was also the only room Alain and Mila had not explored.
"The basent?" After Alain explained his thoughts to Mila, the young girl pondered for two seconds...
"We can't get in, can we?" She looked at the katana helplessly. "This is a sharp weapon, not a blunt weapon. That door looks super hard too; there's absolutely no way to break in."
"True..."
The reason Alain had skipped over that basent was precisely because he wanted to look for possible clues in other locations of the residence first.
Perhaps, Monika might have left behind so backup plan—
"Backup plan?"
Thinking about it carefully, before he ca to the residence, Monika had indeed said a sentence to him that he couldn't make heads or tails of.
Could that be her hint?
[Help open the window. Let in so fresh air.]
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