Blood Candle Keep Disciple

Chapter 24 Confessions of the Dead
The pain disappeared, and the noisy rain outside the window disappeared without a trace.On her arms are two familiar kimono sleeves; under her palms, there are black and white piano keys.

Due to his life experience, Zhen Cheng can naturally play the piano, but his level is very average.But even if you don't perceive the spirituality of "myself"'s ongoing performance, you can fully feel the fluency skills that are exaggerated for age.

Pop, pop, pop.Three isolated high fives.It's more of a can't wait to interrupt than to applaud a great performance.

"Now it's time for His Excellency the Baron to speak. Miss, our lesson is over for today."

Zhen Cheng turned his head and saw an old woman with white hair standing beside Qin, looking at him with a complicated expression.Her delicate facial features are concealed by the wrinkles left by the years, but it can still be seen that she was definitely a stunning beauty when she was young.

"Yes, teacher," Zhen Cheng got up from the piano bench and heard a voice coming out of his mouth: "You know he hasn't spoken to me for a long time, he just asked me to listen to his recorded tapes every day during lecture time. .I feel that my adoptive father is a little scary recently..."

"It's Lord Father," the old woman interrupted Zhen Cheng sternly, and then sighed: "I haven't told you before, and it seems that I should tell you today. Do you know? When the teacher was young , has always dreamed of becoming a pianist.

I worked hard all my life, but finally found that I didn't have that talent, but found my talent in other... I was not interested in it, but it was very mysterious.

Then perhaps because of this, the Baron found me and made me your teacher.I was very happy when I first came into contact with your talent, and delusionally thought that you could realize my dream for me.

And then, your father told me something about you that made me feel hopeless.Frankly, at this moment, I'm jealous of your talent. "

"I've always felt that the teacher's performance is the best." Zhen Cheng felt a gentle smile in his voice.She turned and walked up the stairs, noticing the unusually complex and twisted expression on the old woman's face in the last glimpse of her vision before her vision shifted uncontrollably.

Jealousy, struggle, determination.Zhen Cheng didn't know what the girl in the kimono thought back then, but she clearly felt the strangeness of this woman.

Ordinarily, is it possible for an old woman who seems so serious and stuffy to express her true feelings so bluntly to her young students?

Is it possible for a gifted student to turn into jealousy after spiritual sustenance?This obviously lacks sound logic.And if she is really jealous of the students' talents, is it possible to say it directly like this?

Behind her, the white-haired woman began to play the piece that Zhen Cheng had just played.Even with a layman's ear, Zhen Cheng could hear that the performance was obviously inferior to the body he possessed.

She went up to the second floor and saw a figure hugging her shoulders and shrugging as she exited the master bedroom of the baron on the right.The woman was disheveled, with bruises on her face, and her round, big, owl-like eyes made her memorable.

The person who came out was the maid who later covered "himself" with a rag.

"Are you okay?" Zhen Cheng heard himself ask with concern.

The maid seemed a little stunned by the stimulation.Two seconds later, when her eyes were focused on Zhen Cheng's face, she suddenly widened her eyes and let out a hysterical scream, like the last roar of her life, and turned around and rushed to the stairs on the side of the mansion.

This reaction...is it even weirder?Zhen Cheng reluctantly wanted to rub his forehead, but was unable to direct his "own" hands.

When I was "killed" before, I felt that there was something strange about this maid.However, the situation at that time was proved by the subsequent development that it was a disorder caused by excessive mental tension before preparing to kill the killer, at least the reason was clear.

But what does it mean when you see yourself like seeing a ghost?
Could it be... Suddenly, Zhen Cheng's mind connected with a series of clues that felt strange, and came to a creepy conclusion.

Could it be that this retrospective fantasy did not jump to a time earlier than the previous experience, but... after the girl in kimono was killed by the maid?
In this way, it seems that these retrospective clips that I have experienced have not had the opportunity to see the face of "self".

The VR movie-like retrospective didn't stop because of Zhen Cheng's thinking. The girl in kimono she "possessed" just stretched out her hand to the maid worriedly, and then quickly lowered it.It seemed a little lonely, but he didn't chase after him.

She didn't even approach the gorgeous master bedroom door that made Zhen Cheng extremely curious at the moment, but turned directly into the nursery room in the previous room with the increasingly gloomy sound of the piano downstairs.

Zhen Cheng's body walked towards a locker in the corner, but his consciousness was deliberately comparing the surrounding environment with what he saw in reality.

Undoubtedly, the organizers have achieved artistic level of detail in the setting work of the room. Every piece of furniture and every photo on the wall has been perfectly restored to make the paranoid even resign.

The recent photo of the baron hiding in the secret room still has a big, three-dimensional nose that is slightly exaggerated, but the lines between the eyebrows...

Zhen Cheng secretly hesitated in her heart, she always felt that this photo seemed to be different from what she had seen in reality.It's a pity that she is not the kind of detective who has the ability to capture details and never forget them.

She only felt that the baron's face in this picture seemed to be a little more like M. Epirenus than the real one.

She wanted to study it more closely, but unfortunately the photo quickly disappeared from her field of vision.Zhen Cheng opened the locker in the corner, rummaged through the piles of strangely-shaped dolls, and finally took out a tape from it.

At this moment, the sound of the piano downstairs suddenly changed.The flamboyant romantic sleight of hand came to an abrupt end, replaced by a simple and beautiful baroque counterpoint.The left hand chases the melody of the right hand, not a single note is bad, but it can achieve harmony and rigor in each measure.

The notes came into his ears, and before a phrase was over, Zhen Cheng felt his head "hum", and the whole person fell softly against the open drawer.

Before the colorful corridor in front of her eyes became clear, she once again felt the extremely terrifying experience that she could only experience once in her life under normal circumstances.

It was the experience of being covered by the maid's wet rag and struggling to the last moment; it was the moment when the bullet shattered the skull and the brain was smashed into a paste; it was the sharp key piercing the eyeball After the experience; that is...

experience of death.

(End of this chapter)