[Fifth Personality] Escape from the manor

Regret it?But why didn't you regret it? "

Qiao Yan talked to herself and guessed her mood at that time. She guessed that she should have left these words with an extremely contradictory mood.

So what is it that she herself wants to know and doesn't want to know?

Qiao Yan was very curious.

The clock in the manor hall had just struck twelve, and it was just after midnight.Everyone should be fast asleep at this time.

But Qiao Yan is different, she was a night owl before, and the time now is sober and exciting for her.

She touched the words on the notebook and got out of bed.When she opened the door, she hesitated for a few seconds, then walked back to the bed and put the notebook in her hand back under the mattress to hide it.After doing all this, she walked out of the room lightly.

She had a hunch that she was about to discover a secret.

After midnight, Olympus Manor was exceptionally quiet.The icy moonlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the hall of the manor, casting the latticed shadows of the windows on the floor.

When Qiao Yan came down from upstairs and walked through the dimly lit restaurant, she took a moment to glance at the dining table:

The dining table was very clean, without a single cutlery.The food that the guests in the manor had not finished before was taken care of.The dark ornate tablecloth quietly covered the dining table.

mirror...mirror...

After Qiao Yan went around the restaurant and found no mirrors, she went to another place. After looking around the hall, she couldn't find any mirrors.

Qiao Yan stood in front of the tall white stone statue in the hall, a little disappointed:

Could it be that she will return without success tonight?

Just as she was about to turn around and go back to the room, she noticed something flashing behind the statue.

Qiao Yan stared in that direction, her heart beating a little slower.Her footsteps also became extremely slow.

Finally, she reached the back of the statue.

A corner of the mirror was exposed where it was covered by the red cloth.

Qiao Yan slowly lifted the red cloth, and then saw a mirror taller than her.

She looked in the mirror, and she was a little blurry in the mirror.

Her eyes were fixed on her own eyes in the mirror, and then she slowly reached out to touch the mirror.

The mirror touched by her rippled like the surface of water, and her image in the mirror disappeared.

Qiao Yan found that her hand had entered the mirror.

She almost screamed in panic, but luckily she left and covered her mouth with her hand, swallowing the scream back into her stomach.

She could feel a slight tension in her heart, and she knew it was because she was nervous.

She stood in front of the mirror for a few seconds, and finally, she walked towards the mirror.

Her body passed through the mirror completely, and what she saw was still the hall of Oletis Manor.

In front of the mirror is still the tall white stone statue.Qiao Yan was a little disappointed. Could it be that the mirror is something like a Mobius ring?Go through the mirror and still stay in place?

She was overly nervous before, but after relaxing a little now, Qiao Yan felt a little tired.So she is going to go back to her room to sleep now.

Just as she was going upstairs, a man with a hat just came down from upstairs.

He brushed past her, and then Qiao Yan was stopped.

Qiao Yan stopped and turned to look:

It was a thin young man with short red hair that looked a little dark in the night, wearing a small black top hat, and under the top hat was a handsome face.It's just that her complexion was a little strangely pale, and there was a bit of madness and gloom between her brows and eyes.There was a black five-pointed star under the right eye corner of that face, which reminded Qiao Yan of the makeup of those clowns in the circus.

The man stopped her, and then began to look at her.His expression was extremely weird, which made Qiao Yan feel a little uneasy.

Within a few seconds, the young man who stopped Qiao Yan laughed, a little crazy, and the black five-pointed star under his eyes made his smile even more weird.

At that moment, Qiao Yan seemed to see a mask on his face

———A smiling clown mask.

"Hahahahahahaha, the prey that ran away today is back. It's really interesting~"

He smiled and walked towards Qiao Yan,

"Did you miss the chair?"

Qiao Yan's intuition was not very good, so she immediately turned around and ran away.She looked back as she ran, and realized that the man was limping.

He limped after Qiao Yan, his pale face was full of distorted anger, which turned into crazy excitement within a few seconds:

"Run faster! What should I do to catch up with you? Should I tear off that face, or step on and break your leg?"

Qiao Yan couldn't believe what that person said, but she felt a subtle sense of fear in her heart:

She had a hunch that the man could do it.

Neuropathy?

But judging by the man's lameness, it was impossible to catch up with her.

As soon as Qiao Yan thought about it, she turned her head and saw an enlarged phantom of a smiling clown face behind the man, and a bazooka-like thing appeared in his hand.

and many more? !

Isn't that the thing about the monster clown in today's game?

With her heart beating faster, Qiao Yan's Qiao Yan immediately chose to turn at the intersection of the corridor on the second floor, and then opened a random room to hide in.

After closing the door, she turned the lock again, and then sat on the ground with her back against the door, not even daring to breathe loudly.

At this time, there seemed to be some noise coming from the corridor outside the door:

"Juke, what are you doing? Fighting is forbidden in the manor."

"Some prey is coming to our side! Ben, get out of the way!"

……

The voice became smaller and smaller, and it seemed that the scary man had gone far.

Only after she breathed a sigh of relief did Qiao Yan stand up and look at the room she entered:

This is a very luxuriously decorated room, showing an aristocratic atmosphere everywhere.There are many portraits in this room.

Facing Qiao Yan was a drawing board. On the drawing board was an oil painting with extremely magnificent colors, which depicted a corner of Oletis Manor.Judging from the paint tray on the side, the painting should not be finished yet.

Qiao Yan moved her eyes away from the drawing board and turned to the many portraits hanging on the wall.The portraits are all portraits of people of different ages, and the people in the portraits all have long, silver-white curly hair.

Before Qiao Yan could see the face of the person in the portrait clearly, there was a nice boy's voice from the innermost part of the room:

"Break into a strange man's room without permission, this is not what a lady should do."

03

Qiao Yan subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice:

After the curtain that blocked her view was drawn, a noble boy who seemed to have traveled from a distant time appeared in front of her.

Obviously, after the world entered the capitalist era from the feudal era, the so-called nobles no longer existed.

However, at the moment when she saw that young man, Qiao Yan really felt that the word noble fit him very well.

The young man was wearing a somewhat retro European aristocratic dress for Qiao Yan, and the dark blue clothes were embroidered with complicated golden patterns.He has silvery white curly hair tied low behind his head with a golden headband.

He was born very beautiful, and that face was simply eye-catching.For Qiao Yan, who had seen many strange people in this place, the moment she saw him was like seeing another world.

The beautiful dancer she saw in the restaurant before, Qiao Yan can conclude that she should have lived a relatively good life before.However, after coming here, everyone looked a little gray and lacking energy.

This boy's style of painting is somewhat different from theirs.No matter in terms of appearance or attire, this young man seemed a little too refined and a little too normal.His demeanor did not have the bewilderment of a lost person, nor the apprehension and sorrow of a survivor. Instead, he looked a little... leisurely?

Qiao Yan wasn't quite sure what she had observed.

……

"Meet you again, Miss Yan."

The young man stopped five steps away from Qiao Yan. After seeing Qiao Yan staring at him in a daze, his face darkened a little, and he said in a somewhat elder tone:

"This time, what is your reason?"

His speech is very polite, and the order of words is not rushed or slow, and there is a feeling of slowness.It seems to have the aristocratic arrogance with the self-sufficient demeanor and etiquette in the movie.

Qiao Yan was surprised by his elder's tone: because he looked only sixteen or seventeen years old in appearance, he might not be as old as her in terms of appearance alone.

But the next moment, Qiao Yan immediately began to answer the boy's question.

Because she found that the young man was holding a gorgeous western knife in his left hand, the blade was shining brightly, it looked like a real thing with extremely sharpness.

Qiao Yan felt her scalp go numb, because she subconsciously remembered the news of foreign people who shot and killed people who broke into houses by mistake.

According to the law there, it is not illegal to kill people who break into their residences by mistake.Seeing the young man's posture of holding the knife, Qiao Yan always had the feeling that he was about to cut him for no reason.

Should the other party give her a chance to explain?

Qiao Yan was having fun in her bitterness.

Qiao Yan first spread out her hand, signaling to the other party that she didn't bring any weapons.Then he apologized very smoothly:

"Sorry, this..."

Qiao Yan sized up the boy's appearance, and addressed him with some uncertainty:

"gentlemen?"

Seeing that the other party did not come forward with the Western knife in hand, she continued:

"Because I encountered danger, I ran into your room in a panic. I hope you can understand..."

When she was about to say that she was leaving immediately, she suddenly heard the slightly angry voice of the clown coming from the corridor.