raknovel Chapter 15 You Were Born Satan
Chapter 15 You Were Born Satan
The "doll" walked directly upstairs.
Because now the investigation of everything downstairs in Ronan has been completed.
The sign on the door upstairs reads "Scene Room".
Push the door open and enter.
It turned out to be a stage.
Ronan guessed it was the location where stage-style photos were taken.
The "doll" wisely sat down in the lower seat.
The lights suddenly came on.
The curtain rises.
A dead person fell from the sky.
Blood was everywhere.
Ronan: ...
Silk threads were wrapped around it.
He was pulled up.
A little girl's voice came from all around, soft and sweet, but strangely eerie.
The middle-aged dead man in a suit and top hat, holding a camera, is trembling, as if he wants to speak.
The voice that spoke was naturally that of a little girl.
"I, Flo, am a genius, a chosen one of God, a messenger of angels, the savior of Herod. The hidden evil here torments me..."
The corpse in the suit was taking pictures everywhere with a camera.
"My camera can see the truth of everything..."
"I once turned a prodigal son back, and then, holding the lighter she gave him ten years ago, I burned myself to death..."
"I once let a family of four drive into a tanker truck, as an act of atonement for the guilt I felt before..."
"I will be the god of the new era, and I will punish all those who are evil and guilty in their hearts..."
"The shadows they cast under my camera have nowhere to hide..."
A dense mass of corpses appeared ahead.
Ronan saw that all the corpses in the painting from the photo studio had stood up and were tearing at the man in the suit.
The man in the suit elegantly wielded his staff, and with each swing, a corpse was tossed aside.
"I am a god. Until I fell in love, got married, and had children, I understood that my child would be the embodiment of perfection..."
A doll fell from the sky, and he tore it apart.
"But I saw her as Satan!"
The man in the suit suddenly looked at Ronan and said:
"So, do you know my name now...?"
The "doll" removed its mask, revealing Ronan's face.
Ronan remained silent, like a quiet sage.
The man in the suit jumped directly towards Ronan, and the group of corpses from the photo studio behind him all rushed towards Ronan.
"interesting……"
Now is the time, as Dodoya Lili said, for the traveler to reveal the true name of the "painting behind."
Even Ronan couldn't hold back anymore.
"That female voice, that child's voice, isn't that Flo's daughter? If you don't know who Flo's daughter is, or what this shop is called, it's O'Neill's Photo Studio..."
Ronan understood now.
"So, all the Traveler needs to do is come in, go up to the second floor, and call out 'Onnali' to enter the battle..."
Why do I say that?
Because Ronan hasn't entered the battle yet.
Similarly, if the player doesn't solve the puzzle, they won't be able to play the final, true mystery, "The Painting Behind," and will be chased around by these corpses that can't trigger combat.
Ronan is in the same boat now. He can attack, but when he hits these puppet corpses, he can't even touch the ghost stories themselves.
Ronan smiled elegantly, as if the corpses around him were nothing to him.
"You are Satan..."
These words were spoken.
The air fell silent.
The corpse froze.
Ronan continued:
"You were born Satan. Otherwise, why would your father kill you, turn you into an oil painting, make you a ghost story, have you devour him, and ultimately become the 'Painting Behind'..."
"Onnally Satan..."
All the corpses fell to the ground, the lights went out, and finally the red curtain disappeared, leaving only a scroll in front of Ronan, filled with crimson images from which nothing could be seen.
A young girl in a long robe, about eleven or twelve years old, emerged from the painting. She had fair skin, and her long robe was scarlet with gold lace accents. Her makeup was pinkish, and if Ronan wasn't mistaken, there were fresh teardrops under her eyes.
As for?
Those words just now brought tears to the eyes of a ghost story employee at the Onali Photo Studio.
Without a word, this ghost story, true to its word, began its business and vanished instantly.
Ronan also turned around instantly.
He's not stupid.
This thing is now called "the painting behind the scenes".
They'll definitely teleport behind them.
Ronan can now see Onali's health bar.
There's also a toughness value.
This beginner's ghost story is a bit too much.
Ronan indeed saw a scarlet scroll appear behind him, from which a small pink foot stepped out first.
Then there's the whole ghost story of Onali.
She seemed somewhat surprised.
But tears kept streaming down her face. In all the time Oona had been an employee, she had never heard anyone say such a thing.
Ronan, however, placed a finger in front of him and shook it.
"Oriole, you don't need to go to work anymore!"
Upon hearing this, Onali froze on the spot.
"What do you mean...?"
At this point, the ghost story realized that he had spoken.
Ronan thanked Dodo Yalili and the Bureau of Paranormal Activities for their conversation.
Ronan said elegantly:
"I am not a traveler..."
After saying this, Ronan saw Onali yawning and sitting in the seat that Ronan had been sitting in, holding a painting in her hands, looking like she was leaving get off work.
"Is there something you need...?"
Ronan said elegantly:
"I'm not from the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs either. To be precise, I'm the one who started these strange tales..."
Then, Ronan saw the painting appear before him again, and a small pink foot stepped out from it, ready to fight him.
Ronan shook his head again.
"But I'm not here to cause trouble..."
After saying this, Ronan saw Onali yawning and sitting in the seat that Ronan had been sitting in, holding a painting in her hands, looking like she was leaving get off work.
"You must really admire your father..."
Caught off guard.
O'Neill froze, her eyes suddenly widening, but she gritted her teeth and stared at Ronan.
Ronan also said:
"After all, you've always believed yourself to be an evil being since you were a child, and even after his death, you still don't understand where your evil lay..."
"Your father treated you like Satan from a young age, tormenting you and preventing you from leaving..."
Onali: ...
"Your pale skin is proof of that. Even under the dim light, you're still so white. It's the result of being kept at home. He saw your fate from the moment you were born. He saw that you would be filled with guilt for the rest of your life, that you would commit countless murders. But at that time, you were just born. What he saw was your future..."
"Your feet are so pink, it's obvious that..."
Oona remained silent, looking at her feet with a look of fear on her face.
"It was obviously burned..."
Ronan deduced the reasoning based on her expression.
"But you..."
O'Neill stared wide-eyed, speechless. She had never seen anyone speak like that before, nor had the Bureau of Foreign Affairs uttered such words.
Ronan looked at O'Neill, wiped away her tears with his hand, and cupped the girl's pink little feet in his hands, as if admiring something.
"But you've never blamed your father. You believe you were born a sinner; otherwise, you wouldn't have lived this long. If your father ever sees any sign of Satan in you, he will kill you..."
"You're actually proud of your father..."
Ronan made a perfect statement.
Oonali then started sobbing.
"I am proud of my father... His eyes were so discerning, able to see the sins of a person's past and future. Thousands of people, he never missed a single one. He punished those who should have died but did not, in place of the gods and Herodo. I saw him weep, he resented his own daughter, why was she Satan, destined to kill so many people from the moment she was born..."
Oona couldn't help but speak.
"When I was 12, my father, filled with resentment and love, believed that my childhood was over and there was no need to linger on it. He killed me, turned me into a painting, sealed my soul, and prevented Satan from being reborn..."
Ronan heard O'Neill's voice crack as she was told she was about to break down.
"So you became a ghost story, and killed your father..."
O'Neill's eyes were filled with despair.
"It wasn't me. I unconsciously became a ghost story and killed everyone... and even ate them. But it was truly unconscious; I really didn't want to kill anyone!"
He stood up from beside O'Neill.
O'Neill looked at Ronan, her voice filled with despair.
"I did kill someone, just as I thought. I'm a born devil, a born killer. I'm destined to kill countless people in my life. Maybe the Bureau of Paranormal Phenomena is right. I'm just meant to work in this photo studio for the rest of my life. I won't kill anyone again, Father..."
Oona knelt on the ground.
Ronan has left.
"So you're a born devil..."
O'Neill shed tears.
"Looks like I really am Satan..."
Ronan walked over to O'Neil and lifted her chin with his hand.
"But in my opinion, you are not Satan..."
Oona was puzzled.
Ronan said:
"You've gained your father's abilities, why don't you take another look at yourself...?"
"Because I can't see my future, it's all a blur..."
"There's nothing there, but I can see other people committing crimes..."
Ronan looked at the panel in front of him.
Ronan gracefully helped O'Neill up.
"A person needs a buoy, an anchor, to find their place in the emptiness of life. Your father died, and you lost that buoy, that anchor, and therefore lost the space to see yourself clearly..."
O'Neill looked into Ronan's eyes.
Ronan smiled faintly.
"Why don't you let me try being your buoy!"
He reached out and took Oona's little hand in his.
O'Neill let the camera hover in mid-air, looking bewildered.
What appeared was a photo of Ronan and Eunary.
Oona's eyes suddenly lit up, as if she had seen something, but then despair returned.
"I see it. I will kill countless people in the future. Thank you, I am still Satan..."
Ronan, holding Onaly's hand, picked up the photos from the ground.
"If I'm not mistaken, taking photos with the back of a camera will forever etch guilt into a person's heart, an endless cycle of unresolved guilt... until suicide..."
"This is how your father killed people..."
Ronan handed the photo to O'Neill.
"Then, on the other hand, it represents letting go. The longer time passes, the more you should let go of the past..."
Onali's tears fell onto the photograph.
Ronan smiled elegantly.
"Furthermore, I think you and your father have definitely misunderstood. Murder depends on who you are killing. If your father took the photos, he is also Satan. He indirectly killed a sinner, and you can also kill a sinner..."
"Why did everything change and the images stop appearing after you became a ghost story? Because a person's future is determined by their present..."
"I think our meeting confirms your father's foresight..."
Ronan reached out his hand to O'Neill.
"Hello, Ghost Story Onali..."
"I, Ronan, a human, am just an ordinary five-star citizen..."
"Welcome to my Five-Star Citizen Development Program..."
"Let me take you on a journey through the supernatural, where we'll punish evil and promote good!"