[Fifth Personality] Escape from the manor

The supervisor's side, and her movements did not stop for a moment.

"Come on!"

The beautiful and heroic Miss Marta pointed a signal gun at the supervisor, trying to buy time for Qiao Yan who had already set the door.However, Qiao Yan knew that what Marta held was just an empty gun.Because she just used up the only flare when saving another teammate.The needle tube that Marta found in the box was hidden behind her.

Qiao Yan tried her best to run, and the miracle was that when she stepped through the gate, the supervisor in black just stood there with an umbrella and didn't shoot her, or the supervisor seemed to be in some kind of thought, waiting for him When she recovered from that thought, Qiao Yan had already stepped through the gate.

Another miraculous victory.

A strong white light exploded in front of her eyes, and her teammate Marta's face gradually disappeared under the strong light. At that moment, Qiao Yan felt a little far away and unreal.

Marta is such a hero, she never gives up on any of her teammates.Even though she no longer remembers having experienced "Qiao Yan" as a teammate, she is still willing to take the risk to help "Qiao Yan".

She is a hero with a sense of sacrifice.

[If a hero can save others, can I save myself? 】

The ink-stained quill scratched the paper, and Qiao Yan wrote this sentence on the last page of the black notebook.

No one could give her an answer.

The long-stayed ink drop from the tip of the quill slid down, blurring a large ink dot on the white paper.

The quill moved again and wrote a sentence:

[Perhaps, I should also have the consciousness of sacrifice. 】

Flipping the pages of the notebook, Qiao Yan turned to the record page of the game victory:

[So far, I have won 9 games and lost 3 games. 】

She has nine victories to date.

Nine is one short of ten.

There is one last victory to be able to leave this ridiculous place and these weird "games".

There is one last victory to return to the normal world.

Back to memorizing words in the morning and doing history graduates at night.Those ordinary daily life are even blurred in memory.

When Qiao Yan took the quill pen and tried to silently write Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice" in the blank space of the notebook, she suddenly found that she couldn't write many sentences.

"When it's warm and cold, it's hardest to breathe. What's the next sentence?"

Can't remember.

"The phoenix tree is also accompanied by drizzle. At dusk, it will be dribs and drabs. What's next?"

People's memory is really difficult to describe, and the poems that I used to recite all day long are easily forgotten once they are no longer touched.

After returning to the normal world, I am afraid I will repeat the grade.

Qiao Yan sighed. Although she was sighing, her expression seemed much more lively.

"There is one last victory..."

[So far, I have won 9 games and lost 3 games. 】

[Perhaps, I should also have the consciousness of sacrifice. 】

She got lost three times, and had another chance to get lost.If a loss can be exchanged for the final victory, it is worth it.

……

The black and white pattern cracked in my mind, as if the endless manor game had started again.

Qiao Yan opened her eyes and saw a gray red carpet.On both sides of the red carpet are many rows of wooden benches, decorated with white gauze and flowers, this time the game venue is the Red Church - where a wedding was once held.

However, it was too long ago, the white gauze on the bench was gray and old, the flowers withered early, and the wooden bench was also stained with mottled traces of time.Beside the bench covered with traces of time, Qiao Yan saw a camera on a tripod.

The supervisor is Joseph.

Qiao Yan sighed slightly in her heart, no matter what kind of awareness she has, she can't win this game.She can only pin that awareness on the next game without Joseph.

Qiao Yan stood at the end of the red carpet, turned around and saw the cold iron door for escape.An escape door that hasn't been deciphered by the motor won't open, it's just a dead door now.

Qiao Yan turned around, her gaze stretched along the red carpet under her feet, the outline of the church hall behind the exquisitely carved stone pillar gate was somewhat faintly visible in the mist.

A figure appeared from the mist behind the stone pillar gate. As the distance got closer, his outline became clearer and clearer in Qiao Yan's eyes.

It looks like an old black and white photo without color and full of cracks.

Joseph was approaching her step by step with his gorgeous French army knife. He slowly walked across the red carpet and came to Qiao Yan's side to look at her with the knife in his hands. His eyes, which were like the shadows of a sketch, could not be seen. contour.

"Yan, are you short of the last victory?"

He asked her, his voice was old, without any negative emotions in his words, as if he was asking about the weather.

"There are still two games left."

Qiao Yan subconsciously concealed it, but after she answered, Joseph stopped talking.He just looks at the tripod camera next to his bench a little thoughtfully.

Then he turned on the camera.A white light flashed in front of Qiao Yan's eyes, and the camera cast a light curtain in the air, and the mirror world belonging to Joseph was unfolded.

Before entering the mirror world, Joseph turned around and raised his hand to touch Qiao Yan's face, smiling at her:

"Today is a special moment, waiting for my return. This game cannot end too soon."

Then his figure disappeared into the light curtain that unfolded in the sky.

For a moment, Qiao Yan wanted to follow him into the mirror world to see his actions, but she still stopped this thought.What is she doing?Watching Joseph strap mirror images of everyone but her to chairs?

Qiao Yan felt that she didn't have this kind of fun, so she just silently deciphered the motor beside her, even though she knew that she couldn't finish deciphering this motor before the mirror image collapsed.

The noisy sound of the motor could cover everything, making her feel a little quiet and in a trance, and she didn't even realize when the mirror image collapsed.

The sound of someone disappearing together with the chair came faintly from the air, but the vibrating motor and the noisy electric current could cover it up.Until finally, the motor in Qiao Yan's hand finally lit up.

And the regulator who looked like the old black and white photo also reappeared in front of Qiao Yan.Qiao Yan understood what this meant.This meant that Joseph had already eliminated all her teammates, just as she was repairing the motor in her hand.At present, only the motor next to her lights up on the game field.

Joseph stuffed a photo into the camera and unfolded the mirror world again. The French saber in his left hand disappeared, and a black and white photo appeared in his hand.

He stretched out his hand towards Qiao Yan, and his old voice was full of emptiness and tenderness:

"follow me."

The moment Qiao Yan touched his hand, the photo on the tip of his other finger spun, and the colors blurred from his body. In an instant, the person who looked like a broken black and white old photo became an elegant young man who was nostalgic for time.

"When a miracle is born."

The boy's exquisite and beautiful face approached her, smiling at her, and his gorgeous and noble voice guided her to watch the changes in the world.

The colors smeared from Joseph's body did not take away the colors of the world, but added a new layer of color to this gray world.The ashen red carpet under the feet is bright again, the traces of time on the wooden benches disappear, the white gauze decorated is as white as snow, and the withered flowers bloom again as if they have just been picked... Everything is completely new, as if they Just in time for a wedding.

The sky darkened quickly, the dim full moon rose over the treetops, and the lights in front of the exquisitely carved stone pillars were dim.The church hall not far away was brightly lit, and the bright and warm lights expanded the field of vision. Standing at Qiao Yan's position, she could even see the same bright red carpet in the hall.

The well-dressed noble boy, the warm and beautiful red church, all the colors are so beautiful, like a dream.At that moment, Qiao Yan couldn't even know whether she was in the mirror world or the real world?Or maybe she is in the Odiris Manor behind the mirror?

"This is?"

Qiao Yan cast a puzzled look at Joseph.She was dragged by Joseph to walk on the brand new red carpet. When her little leather boots stepped on the red carpet, she had the soft feeling of stepping through layers of autumn leaves.

"The Red Church of the Past,"

When he looked back at Qiao Yan, there seemed to be a lot of tenderness in those blue eyes:

"However, I added a little variation."

He raised his hand to show Qiao Yan the change in the distance between his index finger and thumb.

He really looked like a teenager now, full of vigor and vitality.

He dragged Qiao Yan into the Latin cross church and came to the altar of the church.

Qiao Yan looked at the statue behind the altar, it was different from the statue she had seen in the red church before.The god looks like a young man, with a delicate and beautiful appearance, with braided hair and a pair of curved horns on his head...

Common sense tells Qiao Yan that this is not a god, but a devil in religious rumors.

"what is that?"

she asked Joseph.

Joseph waved the photo in his hand, looked up at the stone statue behind the altar, and answered her with a smile:

"Azrael, we can't possibly be blessed by Jesus after all."

Is that why the idol was replaced with a golem?

The church where the wedding was held, the blessings...the combination of these elements made Qiao Yan have an unbelievable imagination.

"On important occasions, you should have appropriate clothes."

Joseph looked at Qiao Yan's easy-to-move gray clothes, and shook his head helplessly.A photo slowly floated down from the air, and that photo was spinning at his slightly sharp fingertips.Qiao Yan vaguely