Chapter 146 Angelina's Tea Party 15

"I must have seen it wrong. I am always letting my imagination run wild. It seems I have been living too comfortably in the Marquiss Mansion, to actually have such an outrageous thought."

"..."

"I am getting hungrier and hungrier."

"I can never get full. The food in the Marquiss Mansion is always so delicious, and every bite makes me more addicted than the last. As long as food is placed in front of me, I cannot stop the action of stuffing it into my mouth... This is not me, this is not something a lady should do!!!"

"Only after eating so much do I have a moment of clarity, but I soon become ravenous again, and nothing is left in my mind except food!"

"And after eating so much, I have actually lost weight. I have never been this thin. My waist has reached twenty inches without a corset—yet I have obviously eaten so much!"

"I am extremely uneasy. I know there is a problem here. The other ladies have also noticed something is wrong. We banded together and requested to leave from Angelina. But she just looked at us with a smile and said, it is not time yet."

"She said that only when the next batch of Guests arrives can we leave, otherwise she will feel lonely and troubled. What does she have to be troubled about? It is clearly she who has trapped us here!"

"I am scared, I am uneasy, I am terrified, but I cannot do anything. If I make the Marchioness unhappy, then both my husband and I will be finished."

"I can only wait for the next batch of Guests to come quickly, come quickly."

"..."

"She is Julie, she is Julie!!! I cannot be mistaken, she is Julie!! I saw that scar behind her ear, that is the scar she got from being scratched by a bush when we went for a picnic as children! I cannot be mistaken, she is Julie! She is Julie!!!"

"I remember now!!! How could I have forgotten?! Julie went missing shortly after attending the tea party hosted by Angelina. How could I have forgotten?!"

"My moments of clarity are becoming fewer and fewer. I can never get full. I was only clear-headed for less than half an hour today. Perhaps tomorrow I will be dominated by hunger and turn into a beast that only knows how to crawl on the ground and eat frantically... It is impossible for me to leave anymore."

The handwriting became increasingly blurry and distorted, changing from relatively neat at the beginning to being covered in food residue later on. Clearly, she did not forget to eat while writing the diary.

The final handwriting had become quite hideous, with a level of sloppiness comparable to a student having a breakdown trying to finish ten homework assignments the day before school starts, and the surface was even stained with a large piece of cake batter.

Lin Xiangjun used her fingernail to scrape off the cake that had dried into a specimen, only then could she barely make out the handwriting on it.

"I know, I saw it."

"No wonder she only lets us call her Angelina, no wonder her behavior and actions lack the composure and elegance of us nobles at all."

"Angelina is simply a fake! She is not the real Marchioness at all!!!!"

The last sentence was written with such force that it almost tore through the paper.

Lin Xiangjun scraped the cake crumbs stuck in her fingernails.

"Angelina... is not the real Marchioness?"

"Parasite..."

A vague conjecture began to form in Lin Xiangjun's mind.

"I previously thought that Guests would turn into Black Bow Tie Servants, but this notebook says that Julie, a Guest who had attended the tea party before, turned into a White Bow Tie Servant—could it be that both Black Bow Tie Servants and White Bow Tie Servants are transformed from 【Guests】?"

"If that is the case, then what is the difference between the Guests who transform into Black Bow Tie Servants and those who become White Bow Tie Servants? Why are there such drastically different transformation results?"

There was not enough evidence for this, and Lin Xiangjun was only speculating.

She put the diary into her pouch and was just about to replenish herself with some black tea and a contamination clearing potion when a bell suddenly rang outside the door.

"Dong—"

It was now two o'clock in the afternoon, and Angelina was getting up from her nap.

She sure knows how to put on a show; ringing a bell just to get up, letting everyone know she has woken up.

Silently complaining in her heart, Lin Xiangjun's body was still very honest as she braced herself, subconsciously softening her breathing and slowly moving her footsteps to the corner.

This time she had learned her lesson; when she entered, she had stuck a surveillance camera in the upper left corner of the door. At this moment, she put on her headphones, took out her phone, and opened the surveillance feed.

The Guest room was not far from the study, and after Angelina woke up, she would inevitably pass by here on her way to the study.

The lingering sound of the bell had not yet faded.

The surveillance camera was placed high, so it had a wide range of coverage.

There was some commotion outside, sounding like many people walking or crawling; it was very chaotic and hard to distinguish.

The first person to appear in Lin Xiangjun's line of sight was Angelina.

Angelina was wearing a dark green nightgown, with layers of pearls hanging at her waist. Her neckline was slightly open, revealing her slender, snow-white neck and collarbones, and her long golden curly hair hung lazily over her chest.

Her steps were lazy; she walked while yawning and rubbing the tears from her eyes.

She looked just like a beautiful young girl who had just woken up from a nap and whose sleepiness had not yet completely faded—if only Lin Xiangjun had not seen the long string of people behind her.

This was the first time she felt that using the word "string" to describe humans was so fitting.

Have you ever seen a centipede?

Have you ever seen a human centipede?

That long string of emaciated women, who had almost become skeleton frames, were crawling on the ground, using their knees and elbows as pivot points, neatly arranged in a string, quietly and eerily following Angelina's side, slowly crawling towards the study.

Their hair hung down to cover their heads and faces, their thin nightgowns clinging to their bodies, looking like a group of crawling stick figures.

...Wait, how did a real one get mixed into a pile of skeleton frames?

There were a total of twelve people following Angelina's side—including the few who had been sprayed with 【Stiffness and Slowness Spray】 at the restaurant entrance. Their movements were stiffer than the others, and their crawling motions were somewhat strange, as if they had suffered a stroke.

Among the twelve people, there was one skeleton frame—a literal skeleton frame. She had a few tattered rags hanging loosely on her body; in terms of fabric area, she should have been censored as soon as she appeared, but the fact that she had no parts on her body that could be censored made up for this quite well.

The flesh on her body had almost been gnawed away completely, with only residual black-red muscle fibers and fascia remaining in the uneven places where the bones connected. As she moved, they fluttered in the air along with the little bits of lace on the fabric.

Lin Xiangjun remembered the female who was packed in the Black Bow Tie Servant's bag.

They had the same flaxen brown hair, the same lace-trimmed nightgown; although she could not see the face, she could basically conclude that it was the same person.

That bag, she remembered throwing it in the Guest room.

When Lin Xiangjun left, she was still a complete corpse; why had she turned into this state now? Who ate her? The Black Bow Tie Servant? Angelina? The butler?