That brown-haired handsome young man was Wilbur Wattley, the core figure of the entire incident!
Nexia mentioned this person several times and called him the origin of Disaster. He single-handedly contributed to all the strange things in the Cassanova Hotel. Even the Weeping Angel and Limbo had a deep relationship with this person.
From the first day they met, Lod had a strange feeling, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
This strange feeling of incongruity was extremely obvious in Wilbert, as if he was incompatible with this world. There was a strange aura everywhere, making him feel an inexplicable sense of disgust.
While Lod was thinking, Constantine had already walked into the crowd of people at the banquet. He was surprised to find that these people actually could not see him. Not only did they not see him, but they even deliberately pushed him without any reaction.
In the eyes of these people, he was like a ghost that did not exist.
"They have already died a long time ago. Now it is just a replay of the 'established facts' that have happened in the past." Naike Xiya timely reminded Constantine not to try again.
"Repeating... death?"
Lod locked his eyes on the dark red clock. It was 10:30.
The banquet was still going on as usual, and everyone had a smile on their faces.
When the atmosphere came to the climax, a man was drunk and behaved rudely, without the British gentleman's style, cursing George VI wantonly in his mouth, and even started to smash the utensils on the table.
The woman next to him could not stand it anymore. She got up and wanted to pull the furious man away, but she was slapped hard. After she fell to the ground, she was punched and kicked by the man. She was so painful that she curled up and cried out.
Constantine saw very clearly from the side that they were the family of three who had died before.
And the cause of the death of this furious man was that this woman hit his skull with a blunt weapon, and then he was stabbed and killed by sword. Now it seemed that this man was not worthy of sympathy at all.
With the violent abuse of the furious man, the banquet was finally suspended.
Everyone lost the mood to continue playing after being disturbed like this, so they walked out of the banquet hall together and went back to their rooms respectively.
"Follow them."
Lod said softly, and then followed everyone out of the room.
Wilbert seemed to be drunk as well. He was supported by Irene Kevin. However, their weight was not on the same level after all. It was still difficult for a weak woman to help the drunk man walk forward. Therefore, they quickly fell behind the crowd.
When they passed through the other floors, Lod deliberately kept an eye on them.
Every time they passed a room, they would throw a surveillance bacteria into the room until they returned to the fifth floor of the hotel with the Wilbur couple.
It was still a familiar hotel corridor, but this time the carpet was no longer dark red, soaked in blood.
Eirinn thought to herself as she opened the door to the room. Then, she supported her husband and carefully walked in. Lod and the others followed closely behind. They came to the room and observed silently, waiting for the following 'storyline'.
After settling down the drunk Wilbur, the exhausted Irene took off her clothes and walked into the bathroom to clean up the dirt.
...
The hour hand in the room slowly turned, and it slowly came to ten forty.
Irene finally finished washing up and walked out of the bathroom naked. She walked with her proud twin peaks and perfectly round legs. This scene made Constantine's eyes widen and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva. After all, a supermodel's figure was still very attractive to men.
Naike Xiya stole a glance at Lod, wanting to see how her father reacted.
However, Lod was expressionless. There was no reaction at all, as if he was looking at a corpse. His eyes were unusually cold and silent.
As expected of a father.
Naike Xiya's jade-green eyes curved into a crescent moon. The corners of her lips curled up in a happy arc. It seemed that her father was indeed an upright man. He was definitely not as lecherous as her mother had said.
Irene sat by the bed with her legs crossed. She picked up a bath towel and wiped her wet hair. Her mouth was humming modern pop songs. From time to time, she would use her free left hand to pat the children. It seemed that her days were quite comfortable.
Wilbur Wattley, who was originally still in a drunken sleep, suddenly stood up stiffly as if he was controlled. His hands rested on Irene's round shoulder and then he slowly began to move down.
Feeling the hands slide over her body, a trace of desire gradually occupied her brain. A seductive smile crossed the corner of Irene's mouth. Just as she was about to turn around and hug her husband to make love, Wilbur's eyes suddenly lit up with a red light, hidden in a sinister and tyrannical aura.
In the next moment, Wilbur opened his mouth and bit into Irene's slender neck.
Don't misunderstand. Wilbur was not a vampire. He did not have sharp fangs. He just used his flat teeth to bite and bite like a crazy beast. Irene screamed and waved her hands. The aorta on her neck was torn, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
Soon, Irene stopped struggling.
But at this time, she was not completely dead. Her consciousness was still in a blurred border. Her pupils expanded to the limit, revealing a look of disbelief. She let out a silent, gurgling blood from her neck.
Wilbur let out a strange smile, turned and walked into the kitchen. When he came out again, he was holding a handful of bones
What happened next, even Constantine could not bear to look at it directly.
Wilbert took advantage of the fact that Irene was still alive and still had a lingering sense of pain and consciousness. One after another, he dismembered the woman and slowly walked up from her legs. Finally, he cut off the woman's head and placed it on the shoe cabinet at the entrance.
"It's eleven o'clock."
Lod looked at the clock in the room and found that it was exactly eleven o'clock. He snapped his fingers and opened the projection of the surveillance bacteria.
All the rooms on the other floors were displaying all kinds of death methods at the same time, just like what they had seen before.
The only one who did not die was Wilbur Wattley.
After Wilbur Wattley dismembered his beloved wife, Irene, he slowly opened the door and walked down. Lod quickly followed him. The other two followed him out of the room.
The carpet in the corridor had turned dark red.
This scene was exactly what they had seen in the hotel room when they came over.
But when they looked up, they found that Wilbur had disappeared.
"It really is like this."
A complicated expression appeared on Lod's face. He sighed and said, "All the people in this hotel are in a strange loop. They will constantly repeat death, just like a miniature cycle."
"Repeating death?!"
Constantine was puzzled. "Why does he want to repeat this process?"
"Repeating death, observe death."
Lod rubbed the corner of his eyes tiredly and sighed. "If I'm not wrong," he said, "the reason why Wilbur did this is perhaps because he wanted to explore if there were any differences in the deaths of humans through the continuous cycle of death."
"You are only half right, father."
After they triggered the conditions, Naike Xiya could reveal a part of the plot. "To be more precise, Wilbur wants to find a way to break the 'established facts' by exploring the repeated deaths of humans."
"Ha, Paradoxical Spiral."
Lod sneered and said, "I thought he was going to pursue the root of the problem."