Chapter 53: Peeping into the ugly, deformed, twisted desires mixed together...

Most of the onlookers knew Blake's identity. As soon as these words were spoken, someone immediately ran into the banquet and brought out two glasses of red wine.

In order to pass the wine to Blake as soon as possible, the other party ran until he was sweating profusely, but he used a clean tissue to cover the glass, fearing that his sweat would contaminate the glass.

He held up two glasses of red wine in a flattering manner, with a fawning smile on his face.

His eyes fell on the slightly shaking wine glass, and Blake picked up a glass, with a sarcastic smile on his face.

"Here, this is for you, then get out of here."

At her signal, the other party handed the remaining glass of red wine to Cecilia.

"This is something you can never get in touch with even if you work hard for your whole life. Drinking it will hopefully help you recognize yourself and crawl out of school with gratitude."

Cecia didn't say anything, but slowly stretched out her hand. When her fingertips touched the wine glass, the smile on Blake's face became even bigger.

"Wouldn't it be better if you did this earlier? You have to let people tell you clearly before you know...ah!"

Before Blake finished her words, something unexpected happened - the dark red wine splashed all over her, and red water droplets hung on her pure white hair, making her look particularly embarrassed.

"you!"

She was furious, stamping her feet angrily, and her face became ferocious.

Her carefully prepared makeup was ruined in an instant, and people around her were also pointing fingers at her. In shame and anger, she spilled the red wine in her hand and splashed it on Cecia.

But the other party stood still and did not dodge. The mottled red on her white skirt was as shocking as bloodstains.

“Now, it’s red.”

Cecia lowered her head and examined her red and white dress, looking very satisfied with it.

Both of them were splashed with wine, but one looked embarrassed while the other looked happy and even showed some appreciation.

The teddy bear on his shoulder poked his head out, looked at the pitiful Blake, then looked at the arrogant Cecia, and complained in his heart: Who is the heroine and who is the villain? Are these two sure they didn't get the wrong script?

"You-how dare you!"

Being watched by so many people, Blake was a little unable to control her emotions, but today was Ruan Liang's birthday party, and she didn't want to make a big fuss.

Besides, what if the other person goes crazy again and hurts her? She doesn't want to miss the birthday party.

Just as the atmosphere was tense and the two men were in a stalemate, a tall man in a black suit walked out of the auditorium.

"Please follow me to the dressing room to rest for a while. We will prepare replacement dresses for you two. This is the boss's order."

His voice was calm and steady, and he emphasized the last word.

"Let's go. I don't want to argue with her..."

Blake was just about to take the opportunity to withdraw, but he caught a key word that could not be ignored.

"Wait, you two?"

She turned her head sharply, pointed at Cecia with her right hand, and asked in disbelief: "She wants to go with me? Is this what Ruan Liang meant?"

"The boss specifically stated that he had sent an invitation to this lady, so she was eligible to attend the banquet."

The man said this expressionlessly, as if he were just a machine carrying out orders.

“Good, very good!”

Blake laughed in anger and bit her lower lip tightly. But when Cecia approached slowly, she seemed to have thought of something and involuntarily loosened her lip.

"Good boy."

Passing by her, Cecia chuckled, patted her head, and whispered: "Remember, don't break other people's things."

After saying that, she no longer paid attention to the other person's gloomy expression, followed the man who led the way, passed through the back door of the auditorium, and walked to a small dressing room.

"The auditorium was not originally equipped with a dressing room, so we hired someone to build one temporarily. We apologize for any inconvenience."

The man bent down, handed Cecilia a black and red dress, and then left.

When the other side walked away, the teddy bear stuck its head out of the pocket and took a deep breath of fresh air.

"Xia, you really aren't afraid?"

It asked, extending its short, fat paw toward Cecia.

"You have completely offended Blake now. She will make trouble for you whenever she gets the chance. It will be difficult for you to concentrate on the strategy now."

Cecilia didn't answer. She quickly took off her white dress stained with red wine and put on a black and red dress.

"I have to say, you look better in dark colors."

The teddy bear's head shook as if to express approval of the dress.

As soon as she tied the ribbon around her dress' waist, Cecia felt a strong sense of being spied on.

In her youth, she barely survived by earning money from the Colosseum. In order to survive, she was extremely sensitive to other people's gazes. If someone stared at her with malicious eyes, her brain would automatically warn her.

Now, alarm bells were ringing in her mind, and her intuition kept reminding her: there was hidden danger here, and something was spying on her in secret.

This feeling is far more uncomfortable than the gazes of those beasts.

Generally speaking, wild animals only have the most basic desire to "eat", which is pure and direct. But what she felt now was that the emotions in the other person's eyes were extremely complicated.

Countless ugly, deformed and twisted desires mixed together, they were like dirty streams, seemingly able to flow out corrupt pus.

Because it was built temporarily, the locker room was not very big and there was only an extremely simple wooden bed inside that could barely accommodate one person.

There was no other furniture or decorations blocking the view. Cecilia looked around and soon found something unusual on the right wall.

The wall is covered with tiny holes, each of which is blocked by a black ball, making it difficult to be seen by the naked eye.

Cecilia sneered, broke off a sharp wooden thorn from the wooden bed, and stabbed it into a small hole without mercy, her movements were decisive and resolute.

A strange sticky feeling came along the wooden thorn, as if touching something soft.

At the same time, a painful groan was heard outside.

Cecia quickly pulled back the wooden thorn, only to see the front end of it stuck with smelly blood, and the black ball in the small hole disappeared.

"Thea…what is that?"

Looking at the strange situation in front of him, the teddy bear hugged Cecilia's neck, and the hair on his body was trembling slightly.

"It's just a bug."

Cecia said coldly, inserting the wooden thorn into the second hole. This time, no sound came from outside, but there was more blood on the front of the wooden thorn.

She quickly pulled out the wooden thorn and inserted it into the third hole, without any hesitation.

After repeating this operation several times, fine rays of light shone into the locker room through the dense holes.

Perhaps it finally felt the pain, the "black ball" that was originally blocking the small hole suddenly withdrew together.

Seeing this, Cecilia hurriedly chased out, but there was no one outside the door. Only a black shadow flashed by at the corner and then disappeared at the end of her sight.

She chased after him without hesitation.

As her pace quickened, the sounds around her gradually became clearer, and the noise of the banquet became louder and louder. Finally, she followed the shadow to the door of the banquet.

"Ma'am, have you changed your clothes?"

The man in the black suit asked dutifully, "If you don't feel uncomfortable, you can enjoy the banquet."

Cecia looked into the banquet, but the figure blended into the noisy crowd, like a drop of water merging into the sea, and disappeared completely.

"I can't find him anyway, so why not go check out the other male protagonists at the party."

the teddy bear egged on, hiding behind Cecia's neck and hiding itself with its hair.

Cecia poked its head and followed the crowd into the banquet. Perhaps it was luck that she found an empty seat and was about to sit down when she saw a pure white figure in the corner.

The other person was squatting in the corner, facing the wall, sobbing quietly.

"Thea, is that Blake?"

The teddy bear asked quietly, as it also saw the figure.

Cecilia rubbed her forehead and didn't want to care about Blake's affairs. She stood up and prepared to leave, but the other party turned his head and looked at Cecilia with watery eyes.

…She has really good hearing.

Helplessly, Cecia could only step forward: “Are you okay?”

Blake's eyes were red and it was obvious that he had been crying for a long time.

"I'm really sorry about what happened just now."

Her voice was hoarse and her head was lowered, making her look like a kitten abandoned on the roadside.

"I don't know what's wrong. I always can't control my body. It seems that another consciousness is fighting with me for control of my body."

"This is the problem with the dungeon. It forces you to play the role of a villain."

As Cecia explained, she helped Blake up and sat him in the empty seat.

But the other party was in a low mood and couldn't listen at all.

"I want to go home." She murmured, "Although the outside world is new and strange, I don't want to hurt others."

“This is not…”

As she was speaking, Cecilia suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye.

Silver-haired... Wilbert?

Quickly throwing the teddy bear to Blake, she handed the responsibility of comforting the little bear to him and hurriedly chased after him.

Weaving in and out of the crowd, Cecia deftly avoided obstacles one after another. This time, she finally caught the familiar silver.

"Wilbert?"

She grabbed the other person's arm and turned him around - a look of surprise flashed across his eyes, and those gray-blue eyes quickly returned to their usual indifference.

Silver hair, blue eyes, and a cold face that never changes...

After confirming the other party's identity, Cecia asked, "Why are you here?"

According to her previous speculation, Wilbert was pulled into the dungeon because he was by her side. But now his appearance completely overturned this idea.

If that was the case, the giant leader she had specially brought along was most likely not in the instance, and he had also witnessed her sudden disappearance...

There were more and more things to explain, and Cecilia got a headache just thinking about it.

"Are you looking for me?"

Wilbert asked back, his voice unusually soft as he stared straight at Cecia.

"Why do you talk like that? It sounds creepy."

Cecia made a disgusted "tsk" sound and shuddered.