Xingtetsu: You are not included in Elio's script!

Chapter 210 'Mockingbird'

"What's next? What are you going to do?" Black Swan asked Xing.

"What do you think?" Xing did not answer directly, but looked back at Black Swan with the same inquiring eyes, trying to get an answer from her.

"On the surface, this deal doesn't seem bad for you, but Shajin is a shrewd businessman, and his calculations are definitely not as simple as they seem."

"He intentionally steered the topic towards the 'truth about death' and drew you into his logic. His responses were quick and his logic was clear... I must remind you that it is very dangerous to cooperate with that man."

"I can't tell the difference...can you roll a dice?" Xing said.

"Leave it to fate? Your thoughts are somewhat similar to that of the gambler."

"Was it Death that killed the robin?" asked Star.

"I'm not sure that the two incidents were committed by the same person, but that huge wound... looks very similar to its wing blade. I saw the moment it committed the crime in Miss Liuying's memory."

"My memory? Is it an illusion that I saw?" Liuying asked.

"Yes, that's right." Black Swan replied.

"Then do you think this matter is related to Huangquan?" Liuying continued to ask.

Black Swan shook his head. "I'm sorry, I can't answer this question. That ranger is too mysterious. I'm afraid no one can give a definitive answer. But there is no doubt that she is the most "special" guest at this banquet. As Shajin said just now, you'd better keep your distance from her."

Black Swan sighed softly, as if she was sorting out her thoughts, and then she slowly spoke: "This all happened too suddenly, I can only make guesses. After you leave here, go and have a detailed chat with your companions. I hope you can sort out the source of your chaotic thoughts."

The Black Swan turned gracefully and led the crowd forward. Her steps were filled with a barely perceptible urgency, yet she seemed exceptionally calm. "Come, this way. It's a short distance. Don't get lost. Leave from this side. Then we should say goodbye. This is all like... a nightmare."

When everyone reached a relatively open area, the Black Swan stopped, turned around, and scanned everyone with a gentle and deep gaze, saying sincerely, "Unfortunately, memory does not lie...what we just saw is the real "reality" that actually happened. It will not disappear after waking up, but don't be afraid, listen to your heart. We all walk through the world like this, leaving behind shadows of varying lengths, and finally... leaving behind precious memories."

At this moment, Black Swan seemed to suddenly remember something. A gleam flashed in her eyes, and then she called softly: "Ah, Xing, please wait a moment." She walked quickly forward, placed her fingers lightly on Xing's shoulders, and then, with an almost ritualistic movement, gently stroked Xing's ears. The coolness of her fingertips was as fresh as morning dew, which made people feel refreshed. Then, she took out an exquisite card from her sleeve and handed it to Xing.

"That's all. It's a small parting gift. If one day you unfortunately sink into the deep sea of ​​memory without the memory maker by your side, it will show you the way out on my behalf." The Black Swan's words were full of warmth and reluctance, and her eyes were filled with deep concern.

"I also pay attention to the ways of the world...just consider it as my apology for hiding something from you." When the Black Swan said this, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. There was both apology and relief in that smile, as if at this moment, she had finally put down some heavy burdens.

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"Brother, I'm back."

"Welcome back, how are your preparations for the performance?" Sunday turned around slowly, his eyes gentle but with a hint of scrutiny. He looked at the robin, and there seemed to be thousands of words in his eyes, which finally turned into a simple greeting.

"It's okay, don't worry." The robin responded with a smile. She gently touched her hair, as if to prove that her words were not groundless.

"'Fine'? Well, that's not good..." Zhou Ri shook his head slightly, frowned slightly, and a hint of severity flashed in his eyes: "You are the pride of the family, don't let those unnecessary emotions affect your perfect voice."

"I...know..." Robin's voice was a little coquettish. She walked closer to Sunday with concern in her eyes. "Brother...you look a little depressed...what happened? Are they the guests who received the invitation from the "Watchmaker"? "

Sunday heard this, sighed, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes: "Yes, I received a report... "Death" took some of them away, perhaps under someone's instructions. Ah, sorry, I forgot that you just came back and you should not know about this."

"But... I don't know when it started, but the nightmare called "death" descended on Pinocchio. It attacked people indiscriminately, bringing spiritual death to everyone equally... But in the beautiful dream built by the family, no misfortune should happen. It seriously destroyed the order and peace of the dream... How hateful."

"This actually happened," Robin covered her mouth in shock, her eyes full of disbelief, "Then...did someone get killed again?" Her voice trembled slightly, revealing deep worry.

"Well...that's you." Sunday slowly stretched out his hand, his fingertips pointed precisely at the 'Mockingbird', his eyes revealed an unquestionable confirmation, as if he had already seen through everything.

"That's enough, Fool. Your actions chill me to the bone." Sunday snorted, a hint of disdain appearing at the corner of his mouth, and then slowly put down his fingers. There was an inviolable majesty in that action.

"You're very perceptive, Chicken Wing Boy."

The other party's response was tinged with teasing, as if he was deliberately provoking him.

However, at this moment, the 'robin' in front of him suddenly changed and turned into Hanabi herself.

"The Ode to Harmony is true: 'The words of fools begin with folly and end with wicked arrogance.' Please go back, you are not welcome in His dreams." Sunday said to her with his hands behind his back.

"Hey, don't be so serious. Why are you quoting from classics so seriously? I just want to ask... at this point, the family doesn't plan to take action? Your poor sister has already sacrificed, don't you... want to avenge her?" Hanabi pinched her waist with a playful smile on her face. There was a hint of provocation in her tone, as if she wanted to irritate Sunday.

"It's not the time yet. When the appointed day comes, I will judge according to justice." Sunday shook his head, his eyes still determined. He had his own plans and rhythm in his heart.

"That's amazing, you can tolerate this~ You're such a cold-blooded guy, hey, maybe we can get along well? How about this, I can attend various occasions on behalf of your sister... You definitely don't want people to know... that the Harmony Festival can no longer be held, right?" Hanabi continued her provocation and gave a seemingly "friendly" suggestion.

"The family has its own arrangements. Don't use your deceitful tongue to defile my dear sister, fool." Sunday looked at her coldly, his eyes full of warning and disgust.

"Okay, okay~ I just want to say... if you need me, I can help you anytime. Who can refuse a boy who puts studs on chicken wings?" Hanabi covered her mouth and smiled. The smile was full of sarcasm and teasing. Then she skipped away from the scene.

"Hmph...no need for that. The murderer has been exposed in His light. It won't be long before he falls to the ground because of his own scheme. If he doesn't turn back, His sword will be sharpened and His bow will be strung, so that the harm inflicted by the wicked will come upon his own head." Sunday's voice echoed in the air.

“When that time comes, the Gentiles who do not love and worship God will realize that they are but mortals and will fall into the underworld... and I will be His vanguard and personally announce the good news for you (attend your funeral) - "Watchmaker." The last words revealed a cold murderous intent and an invincible self-confidence, as if he had already seen the future outcome.

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