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Jill didn't stop for a single second after crashing into the passage that the monster had smashed open with its own hands.
She didn't even look back at the pathetic sight of the Two-Headed Serpent Monster stuck in the doorway.
The deafening roars and the groans of the overburdened walls were left far behind her.
The passage was pitch black, and the air was thick with the smell of dust and rock.
She switched on the high-intensity flashlight on her tactical vest, the snow-white beam piercing the darkness and illuminating the path ahead.
It was a rough, unrefined corridor where the walls and floor were made of raw, uneven rock.
From time to time, fine sand and stones trickled down from the ceiling because of the frantic struggling of the monster behind her.
Jill didn't dare to be careless. Holding her ump9 submachine gun, she moved quickly along the only passage.
After walking a few dozen meters, a heavy metal door appeared ahead.
There were no decorations on the door, only a cold, circular valve-style handle that needed to be turned.
She tried to turn it, but it wouldn't budge.
The door was locked from the other side.
"Damn it."
She cursed under her breath and immediately took out her set of lockpicking tools, which she had become incredibly proficient with, from the tactical pouch at her waist.
However, just as her fingers were about to touch the lock cylinder—
Click.
A faint sound of a mechanical lock disengaging suddenly came from inside the door.
Then, the heavy metal door slowly opened inward with a grating sound of friction.
Jill's heart leaped into her throat. She instinctively took two steps back, her submachine gun aimed firmly at the widening space behind the door.
Behind the door was a room.
A room that was eerily empty.
Holding her gun, Jill walked in cautiously.
The style of decoration here was completely different from the ballroom filled with medieval luxury she had seen earlier.
The walls were covered in dark gold patterned wallpaper that looked expensive.
The floor was covered with a thick crimson carpet that could absorb all footsteps.
In the entire room, there was nothing else except for a huge, black monitor hanging on the wall directly facing the door.
No tables or chairs, no decorations, not even a window.
An extremely discordant sense of eeriness submerged her like a tide from all directions.
Jill did not let down her guard.
Her gaze scanned every corner of the room, inch by inch.
Soon, she discovered something unusual.
At the junction of the dark gold wallpaper and the ceiling, there was an extremely fine, almost imperceptible gap.
That gap ran through all four walls of the room.
It was as if... as if the entire ceiling was a movable, independent, massive stone slab.
A spine-chillingly familiar feeling spread through her limbs like an electric current!
The Spencer Mansion!
That nightmare-like trap house full of death and betrayal!
That death trap with the descending ceiling that had once pushed her to the brink!
It was exactly the same!
Jill's face turned pale in an instant!
Without thinking, she spun around and charged frantically toward the metal door she had just entered!
However, it was already too late.
Just as her body was about to rush out of the room—
Clang—!!!
A heavy, despair-inducing thud!
The heavy metal door slammed shut!
Then.
Click!
The crisp sound of the lock cylinder automatically locking completely cut off her retreat!
She was trapped here!
"No!"
Jill let out an unwilling low growl. She immediately pulled out her lockpicking tools from her waist pouch again, knelt on one knee, and began to quickly pick the damn lock with hands that were trembling slightly from tension.
Her mind was racing, and a layer of fine cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
She knew she definitely didn't have much time left.
Right at that moment.
Zzz... crackle...
A faint sound of static came from behind her.
The massive monitor on the wall, which had been pitch black, lit up without warning.
The screen was a blur of constantly jumping static.
Then, the image flickered.
A woman's face appeared in the center of the screen.
It was an extremely beautiful face.
Long golden hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall.
Her skin was as white as fine mutton-fat jade.
Her lips were painted with a layer of lipstick as red as fresh blood.
However, perhaps because the screen's resolution wasn't high, the image appeared somewhat blurry.
Jill always felt that the features of the woman on the screen had an indescribable, eerie sense of incongruity.
But at this moment, she had no mind to think about such things.
Because a cold female voice—carrying the crispness of a young girl yet filled with a Queen-like arrogance and indifference—slowly came through the monitor's built-in speakers.
"I am Alexia."
"Congratulations on getting through the boring game set up by my incompetent brother."
"As a reward..."
A cold and cruel smile appeared on the corners of the woman's mouth on the screen.
"You are about to become one of my most precious collection items."
The moment the words fell.
Rumble, rumble, rumble—!!!
A dull, massive mechanical grinding sound, like thunder, suddenly erupted from the ceiling of the room!
Jill snapped her head up.
She saw that the ceiling, made of a single massive stone slab, was slowly descending!
Despair instantly flooded her heart.
Her movements became more urgent and more frantic!
"Quick! Open! Damn it!"
..."I am Alex...ia."
A cold female voice, carrying the crispness of a young girl yet filled with a Queen-like arrogance and indifference, suddenly drifted faintly from behind the door.
The voice seemed to be coming through some kind of amplification equipment, carrying a slight static hiss.
The words "collection item" pierced Claire's heart!
"Chris!!!"
A roar filled with worry and anxiety burst from deep within her throat!
She suddenly lunged forward!
Concentrating all her strength into her right shoulder!
She slammed hard into the ornate and solid wooden door blocking her path!
Bam—!!!
A deafening crash!
The heavy wooden door, which had looked indestructible, was smashed to pieces!
Countless wood chips splattered in all directions like fluttering butterflies!
The scene behind the door was revealed without reservation to the four of them.
However.
The bizarre, even nauseating sight before them caused everyone's pupils to contract to the limit in an instant!
Even Claire, who had been in a state of rage just a moment ago, felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her, and she stood frozen in place.
Everyone's face showed an unmistakable, complex expression of shock mixed with intense disgust.
Behind the door was a room.
A room decorated like a princess's bedroom, filled with a dreamlike and girlish atmosphere.
However, a bizarre drama was unfolding in this room right now, enough to cause any sane person intense physiological discomfort.
A "woman" wearing a magnificent, pure white lace-trimmed long dress was standing in front of the monitoring console with her back to the door.
Long, golden, wavy hair, as smooth and lustrous as seaweed, cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall.
From behind, the slender waist and graceful figure indeed looked like those of a tall, peerless beauty.
However, on the face he turned around in surprise due to the loud noise of Claire breaking in, there was a growth of dark stubble that ruined all sense of beauty.
His face, as pale as a dead person's, was covered in a thick layer of foundation.
His lips were painted with crimson lipstick.
A perverted man dressed in women's clothing and wearing heavy makeup.
Alfred Ashford.
At this moment, he was in a state of extremely severe schizophrenia.
He seemed to have completely taken himself for his twin sister, Alexia.
"Ah—!!!"
His mouth, painted with bright red lipstick, suddenly opened.
What came out was not a man's exclamation, but a shrill, feminized scream sharp enough to pierce eardrums!
"Who are you?! Who allowed you to barge into my room!"
He screamed hysterically at the four people at the door in that sharp, androgynous voice.
In those eyes, wide with terror, there was a poisonous resentment and madness from having his territory invaded!
"I am Alexia! The Queen of the Ashford Family!"
Leon's mouth twitched violently.
He felt as if his dinner was about to surge from his stomach to his throat.
"Ugh... this guy... is really..."
He couldn't even find a suitable word to describe the pervert before him who made him feel extremely nauseated.
Claire and Ada Wong also frowned in unison, their expressions of disgust unconcealed.
Only Noah.
There was no extra expression on his face.
He just walked extremely calmly to the equally ornate dressing table nearby.
Then he reached out and yanked off the deep red velvet cloth covering the vanity mirror, which was used for dust protection.
He tossed the velvet cloth onto the floor.
Revealing the spotless, smooth mirror surface underneath.
He pointed his finger at the incongruous monster reflected in the mirror, wearing a white dress but with a face full of stubble.
He asked flatly.
"If you are Alexia."
"Then who is the person in the mirror?"
Noah's voice wasn't loud, but it severely provoked Alfred's already chaotic mental world!
The mirror?
The person in the mirror?
Alfred's frenzied expression froze on his face.
His stiff neck, like a rusted gear, made a "creak, creak" sound as he turned it extremely slowly and with great difficulty.
His gaze fell upon the mirror surface that Noah had wiped clean.
In the mirror.
A man wearing a white dress, a golden wig, and heavy women's makeup was looking back at him with an equally dull and vacant gaze.
That face... the face he could see every morning... the face that belonged to himself!
Reality was like the sharpest and most cruel blade.
It mercilessly sliced open the ornate yet fragile false shell he had woven for himself out of fantasy and lies!
Exposing that bloody, hideous truth nakedly to the cold air!
"Ah... ah... Aaaaaaaah—!!!!"
A shrill howl belonging to the man himself, full of pain and despair and no longer able to be disguised as female, burst from deep within his throat!
The shock of reality, like the most potent poison, instantly destroyed the last, already fragile line of his mental defense!
He broke down completely!
"Where is my sister?!"
"Where is my sister?!!"
He reached out with both hands, frantically tearing at the golden wig on his head, and his face, covered in thick foundation, was scratched with bloodstains by his own fingernails!
"Why is it me?!"
"Why would it be me?!"
He covered his face as if he had gone mad, letting out series of painful wails like a wounded beast.
Then he suddenly turned and stumbled toward the wall on the other side of the room.
With eyes that had become bloodshot from madness, he stared fixedly at a large oil painting on the wall.
The oil painting depicted Alexia and Alfred as children.
He reached out and, with a nearly neurotic, frenzied motion, fumbled frantically on the frame of the oil painting.
Click!
A soft sound.
He seemed to have touched a hidden mechanism.
The entire wall suddenly made a dull sound and slowly slid to one side, revealing a pitch-black, deep secret passage behind it.
He didn't even give Noah and the others another look.
Like a stray dog, he scrambled and crawled into that boundless darkness.
"Damn it!!!"
The moment Alfred's figure completely disappeared into the darkness.
In the room.
A monitor hidden in the corner suddenly lit up.
A slightly raspy yet furious woman's voice suddenly erupted from it!
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