sbdcsierra Chapter 490 Nightmare (Part 2)
Chapter 490 Nightmare (Part 2)
Listening to Fool Gold listing Nightmare's "crimes" one by one, Conan was already numb. These people were really bad friends, because so far no one had stepped forward to dissuade such behavior, let alone the entomologist and the composer, even the little girl and the reporters were just watching the show.
"Ms. Delos, is it okay to continue like this?" Conan looked at Nightmare who was being beaten by Fool's Gold with some concern.
The novelist straightened his clothes and said calmly, "Conan, you have to have confidence in the thickness of my other self's skin. Even if Campbell smashes it all day, he won't be able to crack that bird face open."
Nightmare was being beaten while cursing, "'Orpheus'! You coward! You've never been able to protect your family in the past, and you still have to rely on me in the end! What can you do without me? Who can you protect with those words? Besides, I'm the one who gave you the inspiration for your novels!"
The novelist's face darkened. "How about letting Campbell stay here for a day and a night? I will protect my family in my own way."
How could Conan not understand what Nightmare meant by that? Providing inspiration, that is, the immersive and suspenseful plots written by the novelist were most likely things Nightmare had personally experienced. And because the two people's memories were not connected at the time, the novelist, who only had a vague impression of such things, took these contents as inspiration.
"Haha, now let's look back at the novels he wrote. Which one of them is not a metaphor for us?" The entomologist sneered.
"'The Queen Bee' corresponds to Ms. Mary, 'The Thirteenth Gift' corresponds to Mr. Norton, 'The White Horse of Death' corresponds to Mr. Frederick, Aunt Mary and the old stories of the Clayburgh Racecourse, and 'The Thorn of the Thistle' is the story of Miss Emma and her group..." Conan thought carefully about the members of the Orletis Manor corresponding to those novels.
"If you think about it carefully, it seems that almost everyone has been choreographed, right?" Xuanxiao put his hands on his hips, but his hands passed through his hollow waist and touched theirs.
The little girl tugged at the novelist's sleeve and said, "Please ask Uncle Norton to stop. Big Aoife is just trying to protect us."
[Composer: It's a bit strange to say this, but... what are you protecting, Orpheus?]
[Entomologist: At first, someone was just trying to solve the problem through normal experiments, but then they started looking for people to serve as specimens.]
[Bartender: I heard this has something to do with my brother?]
[Novelist: It's all Lord Melbourne's fault! If it weren't for him, I would have taken Alice away from the asylum long ago!]
[Surveyor: I can only say that the partner you chose from the beginning was unreliable. Look at all the tricks Count Baril has been up to behind the scenes.]
[Ms. Farrow: Lord Melbourne is a man with big ambitions. I've helped him train many students.]
[Air Force: Well, I felt there was no future in that kind of place, so I just ran away.]
[Prophet: But you replaced the identity of "Martha Betanfil" in one day, and now no one knows what your original name is.]
[Mechanic: Can't even the Prophet's divine eye see it?]
[Professor: Guess who was the first to die in our group.]
[Mercenary: This is what happens when you pretend to be a prophet.]
[Magician: If we really were to play "Orpheus' Game" here, the unpopular would definitely be eliminated first.]
[Toymaker: And the big underdogs won't be noticed.]
[Lucky Guy: I haven't had new clothes in ages. Even a collaboration would be fine, woo woo woo.]
[Philanthropist: Lao Lu has been nominated for the Performing Star award, what about me? And judging by the momentum this time, I may never get the chance to perform again.]
[The Lord in Yellow: It's just a piece of clothing. It's really pointless to fight over it.]
[Dream Witch: Really? Hakita, you may not be a star performer, but your new costume has a cute cat.]
[Little girl: So the cat is the real body?]
[Lord in Yellow: ...]
After a while, Fool Gold stopped moving, and Nightmare struggled to stand up. As others said, Nightmare was not hurt at all. At this moment, he was staring at the little girl opposite with wide eyes.
"I'm sorry for letting you be born with such painful memories." Nightmare wanted to hug the little girl with his own hands, but he was worried that his sharp claws would hurt the fragile pages of the book.
The little girl wasn't afraid of the nightmare. She just trotted over and hugged the nightmare: "Big Aoife, we can live together now. We were both born in the manor. The manor is our home. Let's go home."
Then Conan and Akai Shuichi looked at the nightmare that was originally ferocious when arguing with Fool Gold and the novelist, now like a raven with fluffy feathers squatting on the ground and being hugged by the little girl.
"Be more restrained. If we really want to go back to the manor to live our lives, we have to wipe out the Black Organization's lair first. There are a lot of good things in the laboratory there." Fool Gold put the pickaxe aside, crossed his arms and complained.
Nightmare snorted softly, "Needless to say, with me in control, the Black Organization will be dug out even if they hide at the bottom of the sea."
[Fool's Gold: If you haven't even reached the first stage of the gate battle, stop bragging.]
[Nightmare: Do you have to be so talkative at this time?]
[Cavaliers: Buffalo is a nightmare for double-pass control, and it seems the last train is gone.]
[Fire Investigator: Honestly, I'm a little curious if Nightmare could just puncture my airbag with his beak.]
[Little girl: Big Aoife bows when he teleports, so elegant and handsome.]
[Photographer: On the other hand, some people twitch like ghosts when they teleport.]
[Jack: What are you looking at me for?]
[Slideshow Artist: Um, so, can I go out now?]
[Photographer: Miss Amanda, please let me see your lens first.]
[Slideshow Artist: No, this is a device I use to relieve my symptoms.]
[Aviator: How about you guys chat while I go out first?]
Conan had only seen Nightmare's methods in the Twilight Villa before, and had never seen him take action since then, so Conan is now very curious about Nightmare's abilities.
"Why are you looking at me? It's not like we've met before." Nightmare glared at Conan.
Conan turned his head slightly, but his eyes remained on Nightmare.
"There will be other guests coming soon, Conan, would you like some dessert?" The little girl released her arms from holding Nightmare and waved to Conan.
Conan had no interest in desserts at the moment, but the novelist's next words changed his mind.
"Conan, I've drafted a new suspense story. It's very short, but could you please help me check if there are any omissions?"
Hearing there was a mystery story, Conan readily agreed. The little girl came over and pulled Conan to another room. Akai Shuichi naturally followed, but before leaving, he looked back at Nightmare. Nightmare was staring at Conan and gritting his teeth. It seemed that because the little girl was not around, his bad temper returned.
"Damn little brat, if it weren't for these little memories..."
Shuichi Akai couldn't help laughing when he heard the nightmare voice coming from behind him. The personality of Mr. Orpheus was that although he was crazy, he still had precious things in his heart.