At the end, a room was connected.
Also a Room, this one before them was as different from the first one they saw as if separated by a vast chasm.
This is a castle-style interior design, looking both luxurious and exquisite. The interior decoration emphasizes a sense of space and three-dimensional effects, appearing spacious and magnificent, while the asymmetrical curved designs lend the room a light and free-spirited style.
The overall color scheme of the room leaned toward beige, the interior used very simple colors; however, the contrast was full, with a few select color blocks presenting a luxurious tone. Yet, this luxury did not feel hollow; rather, it possessed a sense of elegant pride.
Gin felt that this style of decoration was somewhat familiar.
Under the magnificent decoration, the Room was not small in size, some antique-style Furniture was placed within it, looking quite aged.
Almost every piece of furniture was quite expensive.
Its exquisite texture and unique shape were incredibly eye-catching.
However, the most eye-catching thing in this room was not this expensive-looking furniture, but a—carefully carved with exquisite patterns and placed right in the center—
Coffin.
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The coffin was not closed, so when someone walked in, the woman lying inside the coffin could be seen almost clearly.
He was a woman of unrealistic beauty.
Before her, the most beautiful girl Gin had seen was Sheila; after her, this title undoubtedly fell upon this woman.
It was a beauty that was maddening, a beauty that commanded worship.
She possessed nearly perfect facial features, their proportions carved so precisely, as if God Himself had measured them, neither a fraction more nor a fraction less.
A slender, white neck, delicate and fair skin, a graceful figure with a slender waist and long legs.. everything was just so perfect.
The most special thing about this beauty lies in her "whiteness."
Her skin was white, a kind of whiteness that seemed to have lost all pigment; her hair was also white, as if moonlight had scattered all around her.
Being excessively "white" is not a good thing.
If you were to describe someone using the term "fair," there would be no problem at all; if you used "pale," that would also be reasonable, but if you used "snow-white".. you might want to take an A4 sheet of paper and have a look.
If a person were truly 'snow-white,' they would certainly look quite strange.
However, in front of the woman whose appearance was like a girl, this strangeness indisputably transformed into purity, into flawlessness, into a synonym for beauty.
She is Linjian Xiaolu, she is a Mountain Fairy, she is the Sea nymph from Greek Mythology.
Even her posture, lying with her eyes closed in the Coffin, was so heart-stirring.
It was as if she were not dead, but merely asleep.
It was just like.. Snow White, who had eaten the Golden Apple.
Upon realizing this, the girl's identity became immediately apparent. Gin's pupils suddenly contracted; he seemed to understand something, he stepped forward, reaching out to lift the girl's eyelid.
Pure white, flawless eyeballs were revealed.
Gin pulled his hand back as if struck by an electric shock. In the next second, the Silver-haired youth closed his eyes deeply, a look of "indescribable complexity" appearing on his face.
At this moment, he suddenly realized.. what the thing he had taken before.. actually was.
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Author's Note: (1) Typical xxx decoration style, some professional terms are cited.
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Chapter 97 Chapter 93 Wanting My Head—I Don't Know..
The previous scene surfaced vividly in his mind: a stunning beauty with near-perfect features right before his eyes; and the woman from ten minutes ago, who was composed of pieces of meat chunks.
They were very similar; at a glance, they looked about fifty percent alike. But when you observed closely, you would discover that the physical details of that previous female corpse were even more similar to the girl's organs and tissues.
It was an artificial resemblance.
Its skin was composed of various pieces of skin tissue, because it could not find skin as flawless and jade-like as that of a girl; its hands were assembled from individual fingers plus an entire palm, because it could not find delicate hands identical to a girl's and could only forcibly piece them together; its face was even more a composition of every beautiful feature—pale and colorless yet exquisite and lovely lips, a slender and straight nose, perfectly curved ears, rounded earlobes.
So, the lives of many young women formed that pale, lifeless skin; countless experiments formed those thick eyelashes that looked like two small fans; the tightly closed lips perhaps could not open at all because they had been sewn shut; the long, beautiful fingers with rounded tips, which perhaps cost more than just five different fingers; whether it was a slender waist and long legs, or delicate collarbones, they were all figurines formed from blood.
The mastermind had a hallucinatory dream, then, like a madman, attempted to make that dream a reality.
Yes, a figurine game.
He viewed life as if it were mere weeds, piling up countless blood and fresh lives to play his own personal Figure game.
However, it was still not enough.
No matter how similar they were, they were not "identical," and combined with the sense of fragmentation caused by this method of disassembly, such a "human doll" appeared quite clumsy.
To make a Figure that is exactly the same is far too difficult.
So part of the female corpse was tightly stitched together with needle and thread, while another part was simply left as is—because he was waiting for more suitable parts.
So the Female corpse's scalp was bare, because there was no suitable hair at all.
So the female corpse's eyes.. were closed.
—Someone was indeed playing a Puzzle, using the organs of their own kind as Puzzle pieces, controlling everything from a high vantage point like a god, conducting insane, repeated experiments just to complete the final perfect work.
So, Gin picked up that pair of white beads from the ground.
—White, eyeballs.
He took a deep breath in secret, feeling a faint itch on the hand that had touched the eyeball, even felt an impulse to beat the Mastermind to a pulp.
Beside him, Akai Shuichi also understood a thing or two from his actions. Looking at him with a hint of sympathy, Nani Akashi wisely chose to remain silent, opting not to provoke Gin.
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Gin's psychological resilience was indeed very high; within a few breaths, he had hidden the faint sense of collapse deep within his heart, his expression returned to its usual composure.
If one were to ignore his slightly stiff movements—
It must be said, truly, "what goes around comes around; heaven spares no one."
Earlier, he had even told Akai Shuichi to strip Skeleton's clothes, now, retribution had arrived so swiftly.
Akai Shuichi silently took a step forward, leaving space for his current Boss to compose himself, began observing the coffin on his own.
The coffin was made of wood and was entirely black, but its luster did not appear dull; instead, it was a black that exuded an ancient and solemn aura.
Perhaps because it had been lacquered, the original color of the wood used to make the coffin was no longer distinct; similarly, Akai Shuichi could not tell exactly what kind of wood the coffin was made of—though even if he could see the wood's true color, he would likely still be confused, as his knowledge in this area was not extensive.
Akai Shuichi could not guarantee the actual value of this coffin, but it was certainly not low.
In addition to its primitive color, the craftsmanship of the Coffin's details was not to be underestimated.
Although at first glance it appeared no different from any other rectangular coffin, its edges were exquisitely decorated, even featuring subtle yet simple and ingenious patterns.
Aside from black, the other striking color was gold.
Gold was inlaid into the wood.
Akai Shuichi made an initial assessment that this gold was real gold, unadulterated.
Despite earning two salaries, Rye, who was still far from wealthy, remarked: "They really are rich."
But considering the Mastermind's obsession with the girl.. it was not entirely incomprehensible.
The perfect fusion of black and gold lent this work of art before him a sense of solemnity. The interior of the Coffin was lined with pure white fabric of an indistinguishable material that looked incredibly soft—though Akai Shuichi had no interest in reaching out to touch it—and was scattered with delicate, vibrantly colored petals.
He turned his gaze to the other side.
His gaze met Gin's.
..
Gin was looking down at a wooden board.
It was the same black arched wooden board, the same exquisite texture, the same gold-inlaid design.
If nothing went wrong, Gin thought, this was likely the lid of the Coffin.
A line of small characters was faintly engraved along the edge of the wooden board, Gin leaned down slightly to make them out.
The words were written in an extremely gorgeous and gorgeous cursive script, engraved on the edge of the black wooden board, almost blending in with the patterns of the coffin lid itself, their numbers dancing wildly.
1948-1969
No name, no epitaph, only this string of numbers.
To an ordinary person, it would likely be a complete mystery, but to Gin, who had vaguely confirmed the girl's identity, it was perfectly clear.
It was just like a graduate student solving a common university calculus problem.
The short lifespan only served to confirm his suspicion.
"Silver Bonny." He uttered the codename slowly, his eyes unreadable.
The woman who brought storms of blood and fire in the last century now lies quietly among the flower petals, his sleeping form appearing so innocent, as if none of it had anything to do with him.
It was as if she had never caused several families to be wiped out during his lifetime, even in death, she had not drawn a blood-soaked figure game from a fanatic.
—But to be honest, the various events before his death, where winners become kings and losers become villains, could be somewhat related to him, but everything after his death.. she probably wouldn't have been able to foresee it either.
However, Gin was not concerned with this.
He suddenly remembered some things, things he had once overlooked.
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“It can't be said that way; everyone has different writing habits. For instance, some people like to emphasize the first character, while others like to draw a circle when they finish a word or something." Vermouth spoke nonchalantly, his beautiful eyes exuding a hint of boredom. "Speaking of which, English writing habits are even more different. I remember some people, while taking shorthand, would make specific marks to save time on corrections—like circling key points, or intentionally using different cases for misspelled letters.. things like that."
Please provide the Chinese paragraph you would like me to translate.
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Speaking of which, English writing habits are even more different. I remember that when some people are shorthand writing, they make special marks to save time on editing—for example, circling key points, or intentionally using different cases for misspelled letters to distinguish them.. things like that.