Chapter 103 NPC's Memories "And you... you are different."...
Ms. Wen, Ms. Qian, Diandian...
There are exactly three people.
Although Diandian was not completely dead, he had taken an overdose of sleeping pills. If he was not given a gastric lavage in time, he might never wake up again.
Are the "three deaths" mentioned by Mr. Bo's so-called police friends related to them, or is it just a coincidence?
Cecilia stopped and turned to look at the villa.
The window was dark, and even during the day, he was reluctant to open the curtains, which created a rather eerie atmosphere.
"Xia, what's wrong?"
The teddy bear asked curiously, then turned its head to look towards the villa, but it saw nothing.
"To an uninformed person, does Diandian look like she's already dead?"
Cecia murmured softly, and it was unclear whether she was asking the teddy bear or talking to herself.
"It does look like him. Mr. Xiong also thought he was dead."
The teddy bear nodded in response.
Hearing this, she seemed to be thinking about something, turned around and walked back to her room, and went straight to the banquet hall.
The two bodies lay quietly on the chairs, and Dian Dian's faces were pale. When she checked again, the bodies were already cold and hard, and they were not breathing. It seemed that they had been dead for some time.
It seems that when she went to find Mr. Bo, three people had indeed died.
"Xia, I have an idea!"
When the teddy bear saw Ms. Wen's body, his eyes lit up.
"Mr. Bo is so obsessed with musical instruments, and he is also very interested in Ms. Wen. Xia, shall we go to Ms. Wen's house and take a look? If we can get Ms. Wen's musical instrument, maybe we can get Mr. Bo to open the door..."
The little guy talked incessantly, but Cecia shook her head and walked straight past the three corpses.
"There's no need to go through so much trouble."
She said in a cold voice, left the banquet hall, turned around and walked into Mr. Bo's door again.
Boom boom boom.
"Mr. Bo, are you at home? I have something to talk to you about. Can you come out for a moment?"
She knocked on the door so hard that the whole villa could hear it.
Boom boom boom!
"Mr. Bo, are you still there?"
"Stop knocking! Keep it down!"
With her unremitting persistence, Mr. Bo's voice finally rang out, but this time it was not as clear, as if it was floating from far away.
"Why are you here again? Didn't I warn you? It's very dangerous these days. There's a killer! Don't come here again! This is for your own good!"
The other person's tone was nervous, as if he was really worried about her.
"That's why you came here, so I gave you some advice. You are someone who can understand me, and it's not easy to meet a confidant these days... But why don't you listen to my advice?"
Mr. Bo tried to persuade her earnestly, but his voice was erratic and sounded muffled.
"But aren't you interested in Ms. Wen?"
Cecia showed her hand just in time. She insisted on talking to the other party, "I bought the violin that Ms. Wen often used, and I would like to invite you to take a look."
"violin?"
The voice inside clearly raised its pitch by several notes, with excitement that could not be concealed, "Did you really buy her violin?"
"That damn bitch... she refused to give it to me no matter how much I begged... and actually sold it to someone else..."
A low curse floated by, but Cecilia could only hear fragments of it with her hearing.
"What did you say?"
She asked deliberately, interrupting the other person's soliloquy.
"No, nothing!"
Mr. Bo raised his voice again.
"I'm a little uncomfortable right now. I can't free my hands to open the door for you. So, please look around. I remember putting the key under the carpet..."
Under the carpet?
Cecia looked around and didn't see any carpet at all.
"Did you find it?"
Hearing the other party's question, she simply took out an axe, swung it hard, and smashed the door into pieces.
"What's wrong? What's that noise?"
There was nothing behind the door and no one was seen in the living room. Mr. Bo's voice seemed to come from a confined space and sounded very strange.
"I'm sorry, I accidentally kicked over the flowerpot. I'll compensate you later."
Cecia answered, holding the axe cautiously, and walked into the room, "I found the key, but where are you?"
"Come to the second floor. The door to the collection room on the second floor is not locked."
The voice sounded, but the direction it came from didn't seem to be on the second floor.
Since there were no other clues, she chatted with Mr. Bo to calm him down while moving forward in the direction he indicated.
Second floor.
Just like what she had seen before, the musical instruments in the collection room were gone, and the central floor had been removed, revealing a ladder.
"You've already discovered it, right?"
Mr. Bo's voice came from underground.
Unlike before, his voice was filled with a sly smile, "Come on down, I'll be waiting for you down there."
"Xia, don't go! He deliberately lured you here, there must be some conspiracy!"
The teddy bear grabbed Cecia's collar, not wanting her to go down.
"But if he keeps hiding down there, the mission will fail when the time is up... I don't want to stay here forever."
Cecia stroked the teddy bear's head and put the little guy in her pocket.
She held an axe in one hand and was ready to generate a balloon with the other - after last night's chaos, she still had the last balloon left in her hand.
Pop.
As soon as he touched the ground, Mr. Bo turned on the light. It was still the same display cabinet, with hundreds of bodies of performers placed inside. They held different instruments in their hands, but all faced Cecia.
"Hello, nice to see you again."
Mr. Bo maintained a polite smile and opened his hands in a welcoming gesture.
"I wanted to show you my collection before - these real collections, but I was afraid of scaring you. Fortunately, my worries were unnecessary."
He straightened his clothes and looked at Cecia excitedly, "You have seen them long before I introduced them to you, and you came to see them alone and quietly."
His eyes narrowed as he ran his fingertips over the display case.
"Don't be nervous. I don't blame you. The semi-finished products outside are not worth mentioning. These are real works of art, and they are also the collections I hope you can visit..."
"How about it? Do you like my collection?"
...How did he know?
Whether it was his whereabouts or the number of deaths, the other party seemed to know it clearly.
He seldom goes out, but he seems to know everything about his surroundings. Is he really relying on his "police friend"?
Or, he doesn't have this friend at all?
"Yeah?"
Cecia dragged the axe forward, the axe blade rubbing against the ground, making a harsh sound, "Unfortunately, I am not interested in these low-level interests."
"If you are willing to give me your life, I think I will be very happy."
Since the other party knew everything, she no longer pretended, walked towards Mr. Bo with a smile, and raised the axe without hesitation -
"Finally, we have come to this point."
Mr. Bo sighed and stared at her, his eyes full of reluctance.
"Over the years, you are the player I get along with the most. So, I don't want you to come in, and I don't want you to die here."
Player?
Hearing this, Cecilia's pupils shrank suddenly and the movement of her hands paused.
He even knows about the players? Could it be that...
She opened the team formation system.
[Dear player, do you want to team up with NPC "Mr. Bo"? 】
What's going on? He is clearly an NPC.
"No doubt about it."
Mr. Bo smiled calmly and even took the initiative to shorten the distance between himself and Cecia.
"I am what you call an NPC, but perhaps I am a little different because I have memories before I became an NPC."
"Many players came before you, but none of them succeeded... No one even discovered our true identity."
He approached the display cabinet with ease and stroked the glass cover with his fingers affectionately, as if he were treating a lover in love.
"You are an exception. Not only did you discover the true identities of everyone, but you also dealt with them - those idiots. They have never doubted this world, and they don't know about the so-called system and copies. Even their every move is arranged."
"And you…you're different."
"Previously, all the players who failed were sent to Ms. Qian's arena, but this time, I won't let that happen."
"I will try my best to win you over and let you stay with me. I like what you say and your attitude..."
He reached out to touch Cecilia's cheek, but was blocked by the sharp axe blade and his fingers were forced back.
"So, why are you so persistent?"
Mr. Bo looked at her in confusion, and there was even a hint of pity in his harsh eyes.
"As long as you leave obediently, there will be no pain. When the time is up tonight, you will be able to stay in this room forever, and be with me forever and ever."
"Stop disgusting me."
When she met those eyes, Cecilia felt a chill. She hated looks of sympathy or pity the most, and had been like this since she was a child.
Swinging the axe in her hand, she chopped straight at the opponent. The muscles in her arms were tense due to the force, and the blue veins were faintly visible.
But Mr. Bo still kept smiling and didn't move at all.
In a flash, the display cabinet next to him suddenly exploded.
The display case was shattered into pieces, with fragments flying everywhere. The corpse inside, which had been unable to move for a long time, now seemed to be controlled by some force, moving its limbs in a twisted way.
It used its body as a shield, standing between the two of them, and her axe didn't have time to adjust and hit the corpse.
"Don't be so stubborn. You have to be flexible in everything."
Mr. Bo advised softly, as if he had anticipated the scene before him, "It's not too late now. As long as you get out of here, I will pretend nothing happened. I will also take care of you when the mission fails. You can live well here..."
"Then you should adapt yourself."
Cecia smiled, and quickly killed the corpse in front of her. She rushed towards Mr. Bo again, "Just give me your life, isn't that good?"
"Well, in that case, I can only bring you some painful memories."
Mr. Bo shook his head, as if he felt regretful. He waved his arms and suddenly moved downwards.
Snap!
In an instant, hundreds of display cabinets here exploded, making a deafening roar.
The bodies of the performers, which had been quietly displayed, began to move their limbs stiffly. Their faces were distorted, their eyes were empty, and their fingers were bent convulsively, tightly grasping the instruments that had accompanied them for many years.
They all rushed towards Cecia with the same goal.
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