Chapter 23 He is not me "You don't want to be seen by others, do you? ...
pain.
Headache.
When Cecilia woke up again, she felt a pain and swelling in her head, as if it was about to split.
She endured the severe pain and opened her eyes, only to see that the ceiling and walls were all pure black, which seemed extremely depressing and cramped.
This is not the previous ward.
She wanted to get up, but her limbs were completely unable to move - she was wearing a pure white straitjacket, her arms were restrained in front of her chest, and her legs were tied to the bed with straps.
"Are you awake?"
The boy stood in front of the bed, with a sullen face, and said coldly: "The doctor brought you here."
That strange doctor...what methods did he use to make her feel that he was very kind and could be trusted 100%...
The memories before she fell into a coma emerged in her mind, and she just felt that she was inexplicable at that time.
Now, there were only her and her hallucinations in this dark room, and no one knew where the doctor who had kidnapped her had gone.
I tried to push my arms to the sides and could hear a slight sound of leather tearing.
This dress is not very strong, so it is not difficult to get rid of it.
As Cecia was thinking, the sound from the door made her stop struggling.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, so she simply closed her eyes and pretended to be dead, but the cold touch on her neck forced her to come back to life.
"I know you're awake."
Under the influence of the gas mask, the doctor's voice was muffled and it was impossible to tell his age or gender.
The man leaned over and grabbed her throat, but he didn't use any force with his hands, just maintained this movement.
"Answer my questions if you don't want to die," the doctor said. "Why do you want to kill me and what is this place?"
"When did I kill you?"
Cecia asked back.
Hearing this, the doctor was silent for a few seconds, then freed one hand to take off the mask.
Wilbert? Why is he here?
Seeing that disgusting face, Cecilia turned her head away in disgust, muttering something unlucky.
Wait! This is in the copy...
If we kill him here, he will disappear in reality without anyone noticing. Isn't this the ideal situation?
With a plan in mind, Cecilia secretly exerted force with her arms.
tear——
The restraint suit fell apart and her hands were free again.
Under the other party's astonished gaze, Cecilia grabbed the other party's hand that was strangling her neck and forcibly dragged him away.
"you……"
Before Wilbert could finish, she opened her system backpack and the moment she selected [Secret Axe], a black and red axe appeared in her hand.
She cut off the straps on her legs neatly, pushed with her right hand, quickly closed the distance between them, and slashed at Wilbert without hesitation -
"You're a patient!"
Wilbert shouted out this short and incoherent sentence, but Cecilia's movements stopped involuntarily.
She lowered the arm holding the axe and looked at the person in front of her in confusion.
Strange, what was she going to do just now...kill the doctor? How could she have such a horrible idea!
Oh my God, this is totally against her kind nature, she should apologize to the doctor!
"I'm sorry, I just..."
Halfway through her words, something seemed to flash through Cecilia's mind, and she swallowed the rest of the sentence.
What is she doing?
She wants to apologize to this bastard?
Kindness? She had never had it since she was born.
Once again coming out of her strange thoughts, no matter how stupid Cecilia was, she understood that this was Wilbert's doing.
She weighed the axe in her hand, smiled kindly, and gradually approached the other person.
"You are a patient, you are a patient..."
This time, even though Wilbert muttered, his method didn't work.
"Yeah, I'm a patient, so what?"
Cecilia was not affected at all. She happily swung the axe, ready to end the other person's sinful life.
"Didn't you notice?"
The boy appeared in front of her without her noticing, standing between her and Wilbert.
"He is not me."
This sentence inexplicably gave her a startle. Cecia flipped the axe in the air, replacing the axe blade with the axe back, and knocked the opponent unconscious.
She ignored the man lying on the ground and focused her eyes on the boy. For the first time, she responded to his words:
"He's not you?"
Both of them have silver hair and gray-blue eyes. They look about the same. They are both vampires. Even their cold and arrogant tempers are exactly the same...
Wilbert was a completely enlarged version of the boy.
But the boy nodded very firmly and pointed under his left eye, where there was nothing.
If you look closely, you can see that Wilbert, who fainted, has a teardrop mole under his eye.
"Just because of this?"
Cecia laughed angrily.
"You know, he's not me."
the boy repeated, his voice not wavering at all.
She looked at the boy, then at the unconscious Wilbert, and decided to do an experiment.
There were indeed some suspicious points in some of the previous situations. If the wrong person was killed, the clues might be cut off here. It would be better to confirm it.
Lightly swiping her fingertips with the axe blade, Cecilia pulled open the collar of a white coat, forced someone's mouth open, dripped blood into it, and stared at his collarbone.
In an instant, a blood-red rose bloomed between his collarbones. Both the shape and the position were exactly the same as Cecilia's.
"I told you, he's not me."
Turning to look at the boy, I saw that his eyes had turned scarlet and his fangs were exposed.
And on his raised right wrist, there was a blue crescent mark.
This mark is a symbol of the vampires’ contract.
Among the vampires, special blood slaves will have certain patterns carved on their bodies by the vampires using contract magic.
If a vampire sucks blood for the first time (specifically directly from a living creature, not including prepared blood bags), and the object is a special blood slave, then the vampire will have a mark in the same position on his body.
This kind of contract is considered by vampires to be a symbol of nobility and purity, and only vampires with a certain status will have the mark.
Moreover, each vampire can only have one contract mark, which cannot be changed or erased.
But when Cecia was young, she had seen the blue crescent on the boy's body, which meant...
They are indeed not the same person.
Her mark appeared on the body of the person who fainted. In other words, the few mouthfuls of blood she casually fed him were the first time he directly sucked blood?
Oh my God, this was the first time she saw a vampire who only drank blood bags.
Quite fresh.
Cecilia squatted down and looked at the other person with great interest, but after looking for a long time, she could not tell the difference between this person and the boy.
Okay, I forgive you, Catherine.
It would be embarrassing to tell others that I had chosen the wrong person for revenge, so I decided not to pursue the matter.
Let her handle the rest!
Cecia was full of confidence and began to slap the other person's pale cheeks, each time harder and harder, while changing sides.
After a while, the pale complexion turned rosy.
"He can't wake up? He can't be dead. I'm trying my best to hold back."
Cecilia muttered to herself, trying to feel the other person's breathing and heartbeat, but then she remembered that vampires didn't have these things at all.
She simply stood up and walked around twice, and a red balloon quietly appeared in her hand.
…
Wilbert finally woke up in the burning pain. He felt severe pain in his cheeks and the back of his neck.
The demon who wanted to kill him was standing in front of him, staring at him hungrily.
He wanted to run away, but his limbs were unable to move. He could only say hatefully: "What grudge do you have against me?"
"Uh... there was hatred before, but it's gone now."
Looking at Wilbert who was tied up, Cecia smiled brightly and extended her hand to him:
"Let's reconcile!"
?
Chopping with an axe one second and reconciling the next?
As if he were a fool?
Wilbert wanted to knock off the hateful hand, but he forgot the situation he was in. He exerted force on his body and broke away from the wall, and finally he could only lie on the ground.
Phew.
Meeting those angry eyes, Cecilia couldn't help herself.
After all, she had damaged the straitjacket, and there was nothing else in the dark room, so she could only make use of the waste and randomly wrap the rags and torn straps around the other person.
The whole thing was wrapped up like a mummy.
It would be fine if the opponent didn't move, but once it moved it was like a bug crawling hard, which was both funny and ridiculous.
"I advise you not to move. This is for your own good."
Cecia persuaded seriously.
But Wilbert didn't listen to her at all. Instead, he became more and more excited, as if he could break free from the restraints on his body.
In this case, this scene cannot be wasted.
She thought for a moment and wrapped the newly formed red balloon around her wrist.
"You can only save a video of what you see with your eyes for a maximum of 30 seconds (F)."
Cecia didn't waste a second and spent the entire 30 seconds recording Wilbert's cricket pupa on the ground.
"Now, you have to reconcile with me."
With a wicked smile on her lips, Cecilia squatted down considerately and played the video clip for the other party on a loop.
"Image magic?"
Wilbert was shocked and angry.
Ever since he came to this strange place, he has been unable to use magic, as if his connection with magic power has been completely cut off.
But this demon clan is not affected...
"You don't want this video to be seen by the entire vampire clan, do you?"
Cecia looked at him with a smile.
He endured it again and again, and finally compromised: "As long as you let me go and destroy this video, I will pretend nothing happened."
"That won't do."
Shaking her head, Cecia put the video back into the system backpack.
"You are not qualified to negotiate terms right now."
She squatted down, looked at the miserable vampire, and said cheerfully: "How about this, I ask, you answer."
"If you answer well, I may consider letting you go."
Being controlled by others, Wilbert could only nod reluctantly.
"How do you control my mind?"
"What?"
"Stop pretending."
Cecia was still smiling, but her voice had grown colder.
"You should have also gained an 'identity', and you always emphasize that I am a patient..."
“Wilbert, your identity is related to the doctor, right?”
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