Chapter 60: Only one person is alive. If only he could die here...
The flames burned fiercely, greedily devouring everything around them. The basement was filled with smoke, and the pungent smell of burning lingered around Cecilia.
"Xia! If you don't leave now it will be too late!"
The teddy bear urged again, its voice becoming hoarse, perhaps due to inhaling the smoke.
Hearing this, Cecia withdrew her gaze from the raging flames and said sternly, "Hold on to me."
There were a lot of miscellaneous items in the basement. Although the fire was fierce, it had just spread to the bookcase at the entrance of the secret room and could not stop her steps for a while.
"Wait, Thea! Bring that black book!"
When he ran to the wooden table, the teddy bear suddenly spoke.
"The black feather is placed on the notebook! There must be a connection between them!"
She paused and reached out to take the notebook from the teddy bear's mouth, but another hand got there first.
Seeing the third person, Cecia immediately took a few steps back, and in a flash, she had the axe in her hand. Her whole body was tense, and she stared at the direction where the person appeared vigilantly.
"Don't be nervous, it's me."
The other person walked out of the smoke, revealing a very familiar face.
Wilbert?
Cecilia's pupils shrank slightly, and then she saw the tiny black feathers on the man's face.
No, it's the fake one.
She gripped the axe tighter.
"Wilbert" held the black notebook in his hand and slowly approached Cecilia with an obscure smile on his face.
"Why are you here?"
Cecia asked coldly.
"Perhaps it would be more appropriate for me to ask you this?"
The other person raised his eyebrows and approached Cecia ambiguously, and his cold fingertips gently touched her hand holding the axe. "Don't be so scared. We are already very familiar with each other, aren't we?"
That sticky tone sounded in her ears, and veins popped up on Cecia's forehead. Judging from the battle situation between the other party and Ruan Liang, it was not appropriate to completely tear each other apart now, but——
She couldn't bear it any longer.
He swung his right hand hard, and the axe drew a perfect arc in front of him. The opponent quickly retreated, and although he failed to hit his body, the axe's relentless attack forced the black book in his hand to fall off.
Cecilia snatched the notebook from the air. She didn't linger in the fight, but turned and rushed up the stairs.
"How heartless! Don't you even give me a chance to explain?"
Sensing her intention, "Wilbert" immediately chased after her, almost walking side by side with her.
"Are you worried about the wings on me?" He whispered, "This is the identity given to me by the copy, the same as your 'protagonist' identity."
"Don't worry, I won't be manipulated like Blake."
He knew about the copy... and Blake...
This person is definitely not an NPC!
This explanation not only failed to reassure Cecia, but made her even more alert.
The flames and smoke behind her continued to expand their territory. She didn't want to waste any more time, so she turned a deaf ear to those words. She ran towards the exit without stopping and without looking back.
After moving at full speed, Cecia arrived at the exit in less than five minutes.
With her hands exerting force, the heavy iron plate slowly moved away, revealing a narrow gap. Light poured in from the gap, along with fresh air.
"Hill."
The sound was mixed with the sound of burning flames, so vague that it was hard to hear clearly, but it forced her to stop. She turned stiffly and asked word by word, "What did you say just now?"
"Checia."
The other person looked normal, with a gentle smile on his face, "I just wanted to remind you that you forgot to bring something."
As he spoke, he took two steps forward, holding a black notebook in his hand, and kept waving it in front of Cecilia.
"No, isn't the black book here?"
The teddy bear whispered in her ear, and the little guy used his paws to fiddle with the notebook in his arms, reminding Cecilia not to be impulsive.
But she was in no mood to care about that.
Hill, she hadn't heard this name for ten years. And now, it came from the mouth of this person who looked like Wilbert. The other party's identity...
"It's you."
She looked directly into the man's eyes, without any emotion in her voice. At this moment, the flames had spread along the wooden handrail beside the stairs, almost engulfing the man's figure.
"Some things are better not to know too much."
He chuckled, moved his arm above the flames, and then let go - poor Benzi fell into the sea of fire, and only ashes were left under the licking of the flames.
"I made a mistake then, but I won't make the same mistake again."
The firelight was reflected in those gray-blue eyes. Although he was smiling all the time, the smile did not reach his eyes.
Watching the opponent step forward step by step, Cecia's eyes flashed with strong hatred, her body leaned forward, and the battle was about to break out.
"Xia! We can't delay any longer!"
The teddy bear's hurried voice woke her up, and her mind, which had been clouded by hatred, became a little clearer.
"The fire is about to break out! If you must fight, then go out and fight!"
Now is not the best time. She has waited for ten years, so she doesn't mind a little more time.
Cecia took a deep look at the opposite side, turned around, moved the iron plate above her head completely away, climbed up neatly, and did not forget to close the iron plate again after finishing.
But even though he was trapped in a fire, he was not panicked at all.
"Hill, we'll see you again."
He whispered, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Without the obstruction of noise, Cecilia could hear clearly this time.
"Xia, who is he calling?"
The teddy bear poked his head out curiously, "Who is Hill?"
“I don’t know him.”
Cecia said indifferently, staring at the iron plate in the basement. It seemed to be nailed to the ground, not even shaking.
If only he could die here.
In the demon tribe, "Hil" means the flame that never goes out. This is the nickname her parents gave her. After her parents died, no one called her that anymore.
And now, there is only one person alive who knows this nickname...
Perhaps the teddy bear sensed that Cecilia was in a bad mood, so it didn't dare to say anything. It stayed obediently in Cecilia's arms, accompanying her to look at the iron plate.
It was not until it got dark and there was no movement in the basement that Cecilia recovered from her "sculpture" state. She picked up a lot of stones nearby and piled them all on the iron plate as long as she could move them.
For those that she couldn't move, she would just pile the broken pieces up even if she had to chop them in half with an axe.
After completing a set of processes, a small hill of stones had been piled on the iron plate. If she put anything on it, it would just slide down. She finally stopped carrying the stones and slowly walked away with the teddy bear.
...Xia must have a grudge against this man named Wilbert! And it is an irreconcilable feud!
The teddy bear thought to himself as he obediently pulled out a black notebook from his arms and handed it to Cecilia.
"Xia! Look at this! There are black feathers on it. It must be related to that guy!"
After finally handing over the black notebook, the other party had no intention of opening it. The teddy bear became anxious and quickly reached out to help Cecilia turn the pages.
But after struggling for a long time, it finally opened the first page of the book, but it was completely blank.
The little guy was dumbfounded, and tried hard to hook his hands to continue turning the pages. Perhaps because of the surge of emotions, even the speed of turning the pages became much faster. He kept turning the pages, but every page was blank.
"Don't turn it over."
Cecia stopped him coldly, closed the notebook, and threw it directly into the trash can. "He switched things. The real notebook was thrown into the fire a long time ago."
"It's all my fault!"
The teddy bear lowered his head and beat his chest angrily, "It was me who said the notebook was here and stopped you. If it weren't for me, you would have gotten the real notebook..."
"Since he is in a hurry to destroy this thing, there must be very important information in it!"
No... She didn't care about the notebook at all...
Cecilia rubbed the teddy bear's head. It was already late at night and there were no street lights on campus. They could only move forward with the meager moonlight.
Darkness is the best protective color. The man and the bear moved towards the school gate under the cover of darkness.
The light in the guard room was still on, and through the window she saw Wilbert still sitting in the same position he had sat in during the day, flipping through a few thin sheets of paper in his hands.
"Why is he here!"
The teddy bear almost cried out. It looked terrified, its eyes wide open like bells. "Isn't this guy locked in the basement? There are so many rocks piled on top of him. How can he run out? Is he a human?"
"He's not the same guy in the basement."
Cecia explained, she took out another one from the [Inferior Leather Bag] and put it on herself as she spoke.
"Really? But they look exactly the same, don't they?"
Teddy Bear looked at them for a long time and felt that no matter from which angle he looked at them, there was no difference between the two men. Even their annoying expressions were exactly the same.
"He has a teardrop mole under his eye, but the other guy doesn't."
Cecia said, clutching her stomach, and as her appearance changed, her voice also became a rough male voice.
This time, the inferior skin was a middle-aged man with a big belly, who looked normal. The only drawback was that the seal on his belly was not properly handled and there was a little air leakage.
"Tear...tear mole?"
The teddy bear's brain went into a state of panic, and he muttered quietly, "This is too detailed, who could have noticed it..."
While the two were discussing, Cecia swaggered to the door of the guard room and pushed it open and walked in.
"Sorry, you can't come and go as you please in the school."
Seeing a stranger coming in, Wilbert spoke weakly, as if he had said this answer a thousand times.
"There are police officers guarding the door in a car. If you have any questions, please contact them."
Cecia did not say anything. She sat down next to Wilbert without any hesitation and asked directly, "Do you know Boris?"
Hearing the familiar name from the stranger's mouth, Wilbert immediately sat up and stared at the other person with a vigilant look: "Who are you?"
Cecia still didn't answer. She hooked her finger and motioned Wilbert to come over.
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