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Due to the previous two misdeeds of drunkenness, Allen has been extremely restrained in alcohol these days.According to a cohabitant, his recent life has been confined to the point of cultivating Taoism.

But of course, this sentence is embellished by moral codes, and Brandon's impression seems to be a terrible sentence like "even the old maids in the monastery don't have you abstinence".Allen didn't want to get to the bottom of it.

So in Allen's impression, he really only drank juice at this party.Like lemonade, or a few glasses of concentrated grape juice mixed with water.After all, he still has to abide by the damn "commandments".Even when Miranda came to invite him to drink, he only responded with grape juice—it was not until he left the field that he finally let go of his heart and swallowed a small glass of red wine that Simon provided.

Who knew, he was defeated by this last move!

Although it is too late to realize it now, if he has the ability to predict, Alan would definitely rather be happy with the title of "Old Maid"!Because he now knows very well that the composition of that glass of red wine is just like Simon's mind—it's not just as simple as alcohol!

Indeed, even if Allen doesn't drink well, there is absolutely no reason to drink just one glass.It is certainly not due to the high concentration.After all, before all alcoholic beverages were served on the table, they had to go through Nicole's checkpoint. She would not allow dangerous alcohol with a concentration higher than five percent to appear in any corner of the venue.

So after a little deduction in this direction, Allen also remembered that it seemed that he was so out of order when he went to the bar with Simon last time-when things are in this situation, no matter how careless he is, he can guess that he is definitely I've been tricked!And it is not shameful to fall once, but what is shameful is that he fell twice in a row at Simon's hurdle!

But what is Simon's diagram?

In the darkness, Allen looked at the ceiling and thought hard.He remembered that earlier, at the moment when he was facing a distraction, Simon seemed to have said something very important in his ear.Helpless, at that time his tinnitus symptoms were severe, and it was still difficult to maintain consciousness, let alone hear those whispers as thin as mosquitoes.That was too much for a strong man.

But looking around at the surrounding environment, Allen also knows the seriousness of the matter-if he can't sort out the crux of the matter before Simon comes back, and come up with a proper countermeasure soon, his life may be lost!

After all, this place... No, it should be said that Simon Pearson is really weird!

Now, Allen is in a dark room.

He woke up 15 minutes ago.When he woke up, he felt a cold and strange confinement in his wrists.So he subconsciously wanted to raise his arm to check, but he accidentally pulled the iron chain tied to the head of the bed—the iron rings collided with each other, making a sharp clanging sound.

Such a strange situation also instantly awakened his dull brain that had not completely escaped from sleep.So he frowned, looked at the shackles on his hands, and slowly sat up.

There was no light in the dark room, and the only source of light was a little sunlight filtering through the red curtains.It was as if all the light had been dyed by the curtains, and the four walls of the room were sprinkled like blood, covering them with a rich blood color that could not be wiped off.

So Allen, who was wondering why he was chained and was always weak, also saw the decorations on the wall at this time-it was full of strange instruments of torture one by one; and several human figures skeleton!They cover all four walls.Bathed in the bloody light, it seems to be wearing a crown symbolizing sin.

Allen looked around in disbelief. It was a bunch of things he couldn't name, which seemed to be related to sex/love, or other kinds of capital punishment.As for those skeletons, he did not dare to think about their origin and authenticity.Because just looking at this scene made him feel strongly disgusted.

So he covered his mouth and started retching.

He really didn't understand why anyone would collect these things.It is even more impossible to imagine the possibility that these instruments of torture were actually used in the human body (perhaps, this is the reason for those skeletons).What a disgusting act this would be, and even on reflection, it is blasphemy against God!

At this time, footsteps came from outside the door.They stopped at the door at last, and there was the sound of stirrups being unchained from the doorknob.

Allen, who listened to everything, held his breath subconsciously—although pretending to be dead is the most negative act, it is also the most basic animal instinct.He had no choice now but to lie down quickly and sleep with his eyes closed.

And at the same moment when he lay flat, the door panel creaked open.There was a sound of footsteps approaching where Allen was.Every step I take is accompanied by the rustling sound of paper bags rubbing against each other.

"Stop pretending, I know you're awake." After a while, a voice said above him.

Even if he didn't open his eyelids, Allen could feel that the other party was bending over, watching his gaze from above.Surrounded by a strange atmosphere, he could feel that the distance between the other party and himself was less than three inches.

The man maintained the same posture, and continued in a leisurely tone: "It's really a beautiful morning, Nicole just gave me some homemade bread, which is said to have been stolen from Petty before—do you want some? The other party asked, with a slight smile.The scorching breath sprayed on Allen's eyelashes.

Allen's eyelids trembled, so he had to open them.He crashed into a pair of ice blue eyes.

"Simon," Allen said softly, looking into his eyes, "today is not April Fool's Day."

"I know." Simon said, straightening up, standing by the bed. "I also wish this was just a Christmas sideshow—so I don't have to pronounce death on a rare favorite toy." He smiled.

"May I know why?" Allen asked, biting his lower lip.

"Are you really clueless, or do you feel the highest sense of accomplishment for fooling me?" Simon sneered: "Since you have investigated me and successfully grasped my handle, do you think this secret has nothing to do with you besides putting you in the coffin?" Is there another use for it?"

He growled, "And maybe I'm far from being a good guy, but the Marilyn thing...damn it was an accident!"

Allen looked at Simon, the face in his memory that always wore irrelevant emotions finally disintegrated before his eyes today.After removing the cynical smile, Simon's handsome face was twisted so unreal.

This made Allen a little dazed, as if he was stunned by Simon and chained to this ghostly place full of torture tools and bones, it was all a false illusion.But the subconscious kept shouting that everything was true.

But where exactly is Simon playing?Alan endured his fear and tried to analyze: Marilyn was Meg's late daughter, and he knew that.But I really don't know how Marilyn's death has anything to do with Simon—at least before Simon confessed everything, he really had no memory of it!

But if he really didn't know anything about this matter, why would Simon be so furious?After all, since Simon has been able to hide the matter for many years, he is bound to be able to continue to cover it up, so why expose it to someone who has only visited him for four months, and then engage in such a superfluous act of silence?Where is the crux of the matter?

"How did she die?" Before getting a chance to escape, Allen looked at Simon who was glaring at him, and said seductively. "So, you did what happened before? Including Joanna, Jelson, and even Patty..." he asked again.

Subconsciously, he knew he had to buy some time.At least he knew why he died.Moreover, those suspicious cases also need a reasonable explanation.And if Simon is a cold-blooded perverted murderer, then all the previous mysteries can be answered in an instant.

But after asking the words, there was an answer vaguely in Allen's heart.He felt that he was very close to the truth at this moment, and he desperately wanted to get an answer, but the deep part of his brain began to ache, and that electric drill-like discomfort struck again.His consciousness began to clamor, and the alarm bell rang wildly in his head, forcing him to stop spying on everything!

the other side.Simon was also slightly taken aback.

"Oh no baby, I didn't do those things," he said after a while.

As if suddenly regaining his senses, Simon smiled again and said, "Although I don't particularly dislike being involved in this, the third-person perspective is my usual perspective. So, if you didn't learn something you shouldn't know this time, I don't want to do it myself; even stab you at night that night. Because it's too boring, too boring, and it reminds me of some bad experiences..."

"Actually, you are finally right about one thing. Marilyn's death is indeed related to me." Simon said.He turned sideways and looked at the objects on the wall. "Although I don't know how you got it, and I don't know why you are playing this deaf-mute trick now. But just like what you whispered to me in the bar that night, Marilyn did die in In my arms."

He stroked one of the skeletons - unlike the others tethered in the corner, it was placed in the foreground and clearly received the best treatment.It has a head of curly golden hair that hasn't dried up like a waterfall, and is wearing an expensive dark red dress.

Because it is fixed on the wall, it seems to be standing upright, and it is no different from a real person at first glance.At this time, being hugged by Simon's tall body, he tilted his head slightly, like a bird clinging to a person.

Simon lowered his head and carefully touched the top of its head with the tip of his nose, as if he was sniffing its fragrance carefully. "It was an accident." He closed his eyelids and whispered. "The party was over that day, and we just wanted to sneak here as usual, without telling her mother, Meg, to have some 'sideshows' outside of the party."

"And as you can see, I can't orgasm through normal channels, so every time I have sex, I have to use this wall of "toys" to cheer up. And it just so happens, Marilyn I also really like this kind of gameplay. We hit it off immediately, and later we officially dated, and even talked about marriage. But who knows, maybe I really overplayed it that day. When I came back to my senses, I only found Marilyn collapsed beside me Exit. My hands are still on her frail neck, and she has long since died."

Simon sighed, as if he remembered that period very much. "I really love her, and I also feel the pain of a broken heart. After all, she should have worn this dress and joined me in the church after graduation. So after her death, my symptoms became more severe——after that Neither a well-skilled prostitute, an innocent student, nor even a male body can get me to an orgasm anymore. Over the years, I have had to experiment tirelessly, trying to use more interesting "toys" again and again. "

He looked at the few skeletons in the corner, and laughed slyly: "—Of course, I will "overplay" occasionally." Turning to look at the wall, Simon hummed a little song, and picked one from it at random. The iron ring welded with finely shattered fangs walked in the direction of Allen.

Then, he loosened the grip on Allen's wrist.

Simon is not afraid at all that Alan will resist - because he also knows the strength of an adult man, and Alan's excellent skills in bars.So to be sure, he gave Alan a tube of muscle relaxants half an hour ago.The dose was high enough to immobilize a small dinosaur.And now that the time has come, it should work just fine.Thinking that even if the door was open at this time and Alan had an hour to escape, he didn't have the strength to climb to the door.

I don't know if it is related to this potion, Alan watched Simon's figure begin to overlap.He tried to focus on his appearance, but he always felt distracted and unable to concentrate.And as long as Simon said something more, his head would tingle even more, as if every inch of his scalp was full of needles, and it would explode from the innermost layer in the next second.

But on the other hand, he is extremely sober.For example, he could clearly feel the cold vision projected by Simon on him, which was as cold and sticky as a reptile; and the cool touch of a large amount of sweat exposed to the air spread across his forehead, which aroused goose bumps all over his body.

Simon continued: "Also, I'm actually quite curious about how Joanna and the others died—maybe you can ask them for me in hell if all this is related to your suspicious "bed partner" who is as strong as a lion ? After that meeting outside the bar, I don't think he's a helpful, ordinary homeless..."

"But don't worry, at least I will give you a taste of heaven before the real time of death comes." Simon smiled and said happily.A hand wandered around Alan's naked waist.

But Allen also couldn't hear what Simon said clearly, and his consciousness was almost dizzy at this time.And this feeling is very familiar, just like the previous prediction of Joanna's death and Jersen's fall from the building.His own consciousness began to withdraw, as if the gradually clear vision in front of him was just a third-person perspective seen through the screen.

Then he heard a voice, which whispered: "'He cast off his mask, and gave it to his beloved; and he became small as a song, or as an eternal kiss...(# )'"

But before he had time to think about who the voice belonged to, Allen's vision fell into darkness.

#Note: Heputsoffhismasktohislovers.Hebecomesmallasonesong,asonekissoftheeternal.--"Wandering Bird Collection", written by Tagore.