【Jie Mai】Rose and Sword

Nebu glanced at the pitch-black passage, and when he took the first step there, a gloomy coldness suddenly spread over his whole body, like a poisonous snake winding upwards with his ankles, he immediately backed away some distance.

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"No, it's late, I just want to take a look." His voice maintained his usual indifference, and under the shadow of the cloak, cold sweat had already flowed down his forehead and down his chin.

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He looked at Emma, ​​looked at her eyes that were much darker than usual without a trace of light, looked at her expressionless face that was so numb, suddenly, his heart beat heavily, and the chill spread to his heart .

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Rich battlefield experience allowed Neb to maintain his superficial calm at this moment, so that there was nothing wrong with his voice: "It's very late." He repeated, "Let's go back and rest, Woods."

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Emma still didn't say anything, she nodded, turned around and left, her movements were as mechanical as Tracy's mechanical doll.

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Taking a deep breath, Nebu followed. After he turned around, the imprint of the muse flashed a ray of red light, and the tunnel leading to nowhere was slowly closed.Naibu heard the movement, but didn't even turn his head.

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After sending Emma back to the room, Naibu returned to his own room.

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As soon as he entered the room, he took off the hood, pinched the clothes in front of his heart with his left hand, and let out a long sigh of relief. This extremely dangerous premonition, this extremely palpitating feeling... How long has it been since it happened?

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But this feeling will never fade away.He still remembers that when he first went into battle, enemy bullets flew in front of his face, cutting off a few strands of his hair and leaving a scorched hole in his brand new hood.

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The feeling of palpitation when the danger was approaching was exactly the same as before. If the supervisors were not so pitiful that they were locked there, then the end of the tunnel must not be the destination he wanted to go to.

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If that wasn't the Overseer's residence, what could it be?Don't be the exclusive room of the owner of the manor.Naibu laughed at his unreliable thoughts.

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Soon, the smile faded again. Emma Woods was very wrong. She behaved like those mechanical dolls manipulated by Miss Tracy. If it was the same as his speculation, what was the purpose of her leading him there? ?

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There are too many doubts, it is a headache to think about it deeply, and every point is a complicated conspiracy.Tsk, too lazy to think about it anymore, Naibu fell on the bed and turned over in agitation, no matter what, no matter what happens, he will not be afraid.

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After all, excitement and anticipation accompanied the heart palpitations back then, and it is the same now.

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No matter what happens, he is ready.

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Early the next morning, when Naib came to the restaurant, Emma was already there, and he was the second to arrive.

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"Woods, good morning." Neb rarely took the initiative to greet someone, his black eyes were full of exploration.

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"It's good morning, too." Emma hurriedly replied, "What happened last night..."

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"I really troubled you last night." Naibu narrowed his eyes, "I hope you don't say anything."

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"Of course." Emma nodded repeatedly.

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"Then can you please take me again next time, connecting us with the door of the supervisor." Naib asked.

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"Well, of course!" Emma agreed very neatly, but the flash of surprise in her eyes was still captured by Nebu.

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It seems...Neb sat down at the dining table, casually poking food with a fork, and Emma...didn't know all about what happened last night.

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Soon, the game after game passed by like this, and the repeated tone day after day made him a little bored.In this game, the supervisor is Jack again.

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As the only remaining survivor, Neb took Jack to shuttle between the stools in front of the church, he swiftly crossed one obstacle after another, and finally, he stopped at the door of the church.

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Jack was a little apprehensive when he thought about it, so he stopped because he didn't know.

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"What's the matter? Nabu~" The slightly raised ending voice seems to be calling his lover sweetly, coupled with his magnetic voice, it can make people lose half of their body.

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The corner of Naibu's mouth twitched: "Don't get angry, it's still far away from spring." He said, he sat on a chair, and then patted the place beside him with his hand, "I have something I want to talk to you Discuss, Monsieur Earl."

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Jack sat down graciously, took off the mask, and took back the steel knife in his hand, smiling at Neb: "I would like to hear more about it."

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"Do you nobles like to build tunnels in your own manors?" Naib asked a seemingly boring question.

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But Jack answered seriously: "Yes, there are more than one. It may lead to the outside world, or it may lead to the cellar where the treasure is placed."

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Naib didn't make a comment, switching to a question: "So, do you guys live in a very dark place?"

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"No, of course not." Jack denied, "In addition to the lack of freedom, the benefits of the supervisor's manor employees are pretty good." There was a hint of teasing in the words.

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"Then do you know the mark of the Muse?" Naib continued to ask.

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"Hmm... are you talking about the imprints of the Nine Muses everywhere in the manor?"

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Naib nodded.

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"It symbolizes the imprint of art and beauty. The original owner of this manor seems to be an artist." Jack said, this question made his brows slightly frowned.

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"Is that the only thing?" Naib chose to ask this time.

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"What must be said... red, a little unknown." Jack hesitated, "What do you want to know?"

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"Have you met the owner of the manor?" Neb didn't answer Jack, but asked another question.

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"Never seen."

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"Thank you." Naib stood up, "Let the game continue."

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"Is it okay for you to throw it away after using it like this?" Jack didn't get up, "You asked me a bunch of unclear questions, and it's fine without any reward, and you don't even explain the reason."

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"When the time is right, I will tell you." Naib said indifferently.

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"Okay, okay, as long as you're happy." Jack got up helplessly, with a doting expression on his face, "I have some news for you, the manor owner has hired a new employee, named Michiko, codenamed Red Butterfly."

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"Thank you for letting me know." Nabu nodded.

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"Wouldn't Neb ask her for details?" Jack smiled.

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"We'll know when we meet." Nabu said indifferently, he was indeed not interested.

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Seeing him like this, Jack didn't say any more, just said: "That's a woman whose strength is in proportion to her beauty."

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Neb ignored Jack and ran away quickly.

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"It's really..." Jack was a little dazed, shook his head and smiled, and chased after him calmly, deliberately keeping a little distance.

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Naib returned to the manor from the cellar as usual, and immediately wrote the information he had collected into his diary, rubbed his brows and pondered for a while, and opened the door to go to the restaurant.

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As soon as the door opened, he was stunned by the scene outside the door. Almost all the survivors in the manor gathered around his door, their faces full of anxiety and fear, as if the sky was about to collapse.

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Nabu frowned and was about to speak when the philanthropist came forward tremblingly and asked, "Sah, Mr. Sabeda, may I ask Mr. lawyer Freddie Riley... is he still Are you playing?" His expression was grim, as if Nebu's answer would easily ask for his name.

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"No, he was put on the carnival chair very early." Naibu was a little confused, so he answered very directly.

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"Ahhh!" Kreacher Pearson knelt down on the ground, his expression collapsed and his whole body trembling, "He didn't come back, he didn't come back! He's lost, he's really lost!"

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Fear and despair gripped everyone's hearts in an instant.

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Almost everyone present turned pale in an instant. The invisible fear turned into a haze at this moment, covering the entire manor. Several girls began to cry softly. Where is the way forward?No one will know.

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"What to do? What to do?! The lawyer is lost, so who will be next?!" Kreacher yelled, expressing the concerns of most people.

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Naibu frowned. He felt that this "philanthropist" was not good enough at the beginning, but now he was yelling like this, which would only arouse more fear.

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"You mean... Lawyer Riley, he never came back after failing this game?" Naib asked an obvious question to calm down the mood of everyone present.

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"Yes." Air Force Marta Betanfill answered him, and she is one of the few people who can calm down now.

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"Is he the only one who didn't come back?" Nebu continued to ask.

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"Yes, he is the only one." This time he was the lucky one who had been in the manor the longest.

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Naib went on to say, "So, did he do anything weird?" He didn't get along much with people, so he didn't observe anything.

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"No, it's always the same as before." This is Emma.

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This is like a deadlock. Without any abnormality, Riley disappeared forever like this. This is unreasonable. Of course, it may be that the owner of the manor is deliberately creating fear.

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Suddenly, Naib thought of something: "Is this the first time he has failed in the game?"

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Everyone looked at each other for a while, and finally the doctor said: "I don't know...but it must have been many times. He is not strong, and he came to the manor early..."

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"Go to his room and take a look at his diary." Naibu suggested.

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"This...isn't that good?" Kreacher asked.

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"Oh," Neb sneered, "Do you want to just disappear for no reason?" Kreacher was silent.

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A group of people soon arrived at Riley's room. When Nebu was about to open the door, Emma whispered, "I didn't expect Sabeda to be so calm under such circumstances."

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Naibu's hand stopped: "I'm just used to it." The voice was flat, but the grief hidden inside made people look sideways.

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"Ah... I'm sorry." Emma knew that she had slipped her words, and her tone was flustered.

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"It's okay, it's already over." Nebu pushed the door open.Some scenes involuntarily emerged in front of my eyes:

In the past, the best friend who could be handed over to life and death was pierced by the enemy's long sword in front of him; the close comrade-in-arms was quilt. The bullet left countless holes in the body; the teammates who went to carry out special missions never came back...

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Naibu's eyes suddenly became serious, he withdrew his thoughts, and was the first to look for the lawyer's diary, and said to everyone at the same time:

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"Fear will only make you more incompetent. Sadness will only make you more vulnerable. Pale feelings are of no use. Only by finding the reason can you avoid following in the footsteps of the other party. Only by being strong can you avenge the other party."

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As Naibu's voice fell, many people also began to look for the diary. Suddenly, a voice called: "I found it!"

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Everyone hurriedly gathered around, opened the diary, looked at the complaints on it, and the never-ending fear, when they finished flipping through the diary, Nebu suddenly found a special clue:

It was the lawyer's hundredth game down.

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Could it be that if you fail the game a hundred times, it will disappear from then on?Neb thought about it, and could not rule out the reason why he had been in the manor for too long.

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He asked: "Who came to the manor earlier than the lawyer?" The lucky man raised his hand.

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"Then is there anyone who failed the game a hundred times or more?" Nebu continued to ask, and everyone present shook their heads.

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"You mean...the game disappears a hundred times, right?" Adventurer Kurt Frank also noted this.

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"According to the current information..." Naib nodded, "I think so."

The author has something to say:

It feels like a sudden change in style.

I went to the exam last week, sorry for not updating...