[Fifth Personality] Escape from the manor

Come bloody.He put away the drawing board and took Qiao Yan back to the room.

He framed his last painting and hung it over their bedside.

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From sunrise to sunset, Qiao Yan didn't know how long she had been here.She didn't try to remember it, because she was afraid that the accumulated time would make her anxious, and she was also afraid that her initial consciousness would be worn away by this seemingly "peaceful and happy" life.

The bouquet of pink roses in the vase in the corner of the hall is still fresh and tender, exuding a faint fragrance.

Qiao Yan stood in front of the white porcelain vase and quietly looked at the bouquet of never-fading flowers, her face was vaguely reflected on the smooth vase.

She took the bunch of flowers out of the vase, and then searched in the vase, but found nothing.The photo she guessed to seal the rose time is not here.

She wanted to put the vase back to its original position, but the long white porcelain vase was not stable, and rolled off the low wooden table with a shake, and fell to the ground and shattered into pieces of white porcelain.

Among those fragments, some colors were blurred like ink, and then those colors became a photo.

Qiao Yan picked up the photo from the fragments. The roses in the black-and-white photo were blooming delicately, and the pink color seemed to feel the touch of the petals when touched by fingers.

This is a photo of this bouquet of roses.

Qiao Yan looked at the pink and tender flowers on the black and white background of the photo, and suddenly became curious: Do plants also have souls?

She didn't understand Mysterious Ce's definition and concept of soul, but she remembered a sentence: everything has a soul.

Maybe everything in this world has a soul, but the form of the soul is different from that of human beings.

Qiao Yan put the never-fading pink roses back into the vase. She took the photo and walked to the fireplace, then let go of the photo.

The thin photo fell into the raging fire, tiny flames spread from the center and four corners of the photo, swallowing the original photo into ashes bit by bit.

After the photo was completely engulfed by the flames, Qiao Yan saw that the bunch of pink roses that were put back into the vase instantly withered and withered, as if the time experienced after the photo was burned and sealed had returned to it in an instant.Withering and withering is the feedback of those who lived through those times.

A bouquet of cut flowers should not have bloomed for so long, under the normal laws of nature, it should have withered and withered like this.

……

Today is a little different than usual.

Qiao Yan stood behind the curtain of the bedroom and watched the man appearing in the misty garden, feeling a little puzzled, because it was the game time of the manor.

During the game time of the manor, there should be no one here except her and Emma who occasionally appears, not to mention that the person in the garden is the supervisor.

A tall black top hat, a British-style black gentleman's suit, and a little bit of madness from the damaged corners...

If Qiao Yan remembers correctly, Jack is the only one among the supervisors who can be dressed like this.

It's game time at the manor, why didn't he go to the game?Judging from Joseph's schedule, Qiao Yan felt that supervisors, like survivors, generally couldn't refuse the game.

Although puzzled, Qiao Yan did not dare to leave the room and go to the garden to inquire. After all, Jack is not Emma Woods.He is far more dangerous than the gardener lady.

Qiao Yan hid behind the curtain and observed his every move. The distance between this room and the garden was not too far, so she could also see every move of the bloodthirsty gentleman in the garden.

There is a drawing board in front of him, and he seems to be drawing.Because of the distance, Qiao Yan couldn't see what he was drawing, but could only see the non-stop movements of his hands.

He was drawing and painting without stopping for a moment.After painting one after another, the drawing paper has been piled up beside him...

The thin mist in the garden gradually became thicker, and Jack's figure became more and more blurred in it, and the afterglow of the sunset also became a bit dim in the thick mist.

There seemed to be a sharp edge flashing through the thick fog, and Qiao Yan seemed to hear the sound of pieces of paper being torn apart.A man's voice came out of the garden, annoyed and frantic... very similar to his performance when he was hit on the head by a wooden board in the game.

As the night fell, Qiao Yan stopped observing Jack's movements by the window, because now she couldn't see anything clearly outside, and the more important point was:

Joseph hasn't come back yet.

Judging from past experience, he would usually come back at noon, and any earlier would be the end of the game in the morning.But today is the end of the day, and he hasn't come back yet.

When Qiao Yan was thinking about someone or something that could hold Joseph back, Joseph suddenly came back.

The handsome boy put down the knife in his left hand when he returned to the house, and panted as he ripped off the golden scarf tied around his neck.

"How are you doing today?"

He smiled at her and made his daily inquiries.After Qiao Yan stepped forward to give him a hug, she buried her face in his heart:

"You came back a little late today."

He lowered his head and kissed her cheek lightly, then said:

"Slightly more games to play."

More than one game for regulators?too much?what reason?

Qiao Yan subconsciously thought of the Jack she saw in the garden today, and she thought it was probably related to Jack.

Joseph untied his usual tight neckline, took off the scarf, and then sat on the sofa beside him with a very relaxed expression.

Qiao Yan picked up the enamel teapot and poured two cups of black tea, handed him a cup, and then told what she saw today:

"I saw Jack today. He was painting in the garden."

Joseph took the black tea from Qiao Yan and put it on the coffee table in front of him. He didn't intend to drink it for the time being. He didn't show any difference to what Qiao Yan said, and said in a very normal manner:

"Jack? He did have a little trouble recently, so he can no longer participate in the game for the time being."

So the games that originally belonged to Jack were taken over by other regulators?Is that why Joseph came back later than usual?

Qiao Yan began to calculate in her heart that the increase in Joseph's game time was considered a good thing for her, which meant that she had more time to investigate every day, and perhaps the scope of investigation could be appropriately increased.It's just that I don't know if Joseph's current game time increase is temporary or long-term, or as long as Jack's problem is not resolved, he has to continue like this?

"There's a little problem with Jack, but I think he's still dangerous to you,"

Joseph who didn't know what Qiao Yan was thinking suddenly reminded:

"He's not a decent gentleman. Don't go near him."

Qiao Yan stared at Joseph's extremely charming and elegant appearance, and suddenly wanted to tell him:

You're not much better than Jack.

However, Joseph's faint blue eyes kept staring at Qiao Yan. After all, Qiao Yan didn't say those words out of her heart, but nodded obediently.

……

The next day, Qiao Yan tentatively went to the Survivor's Oletis Manor, and the door with the swirling nebula inside was still quietly opened on the wall.

Qiao Yan still couldn't leave through that door.

The door is in front of you but you can't step out.

After Qiao Yan sighed, she continued to turn around and walked towards the mirror connecting the two Orytis manors. If she could not find the lost soul, she would not be able to leave here.

After passing through the mirror, someone appeared in Qiao Yan's sight:

The man was very tall, but he was wearing a top hat. The black British dress fit him very well, and the damaged edges and corners fluttered slightly as he walked, like a ghost in the fog.

——It’s Jack.

Although Joseph told her not to get close to Jack, and she really didn't intend to touch Jack herself, there were always accidents.For example the current scene.

Judging from yesterday's time, shouldn't Jack have been painting in the garden at this point?

Why did he suddenly run to the white stone statue in the hall and stand there?

Qiao Yan, who passed through the mirror, happened to have eye contact with Jack.

...she didn't dare to move.

"please help me……"

After a moment of silence, the man in the top hat suddenly spoke.For a moment, Qiao Yan thought she had heard wrong.

"I cannot be forgiven."

He spoke again.

Qiao Yan suddenly felt a little ridiculous, she raised her eyes and carefully looked at the pale-skinned man in front of her: short black hair, golden eyes, that handsome face that would make many ignorant girls sink, and the white mist that appeared and disappeared from time to time beside the figure...

It was Jack, yes.

Joseph said that Jack had a small problem, but in Qiao Yan's opinion, it was not a small problem at all. Is his brain broken?

Qiao Yan looked at the unique black and red pistol in her hand, and suddenly felt that the world was becoming more and more ridiculous.

The gun was handed to her by Jack.

He begs her, kills him.

———A few minutes ago.

After realizing that this Jack was not in danger, Qiao Yan didn't want to have more contact with him, but his words made her stop:

"Please help me, Miss Lost Soul."

"Can you help me get my soul back?"

Qiao Yan turned her head and looked at the weird Jack in front of her.

He also looked down at her, with a bit of silence and melancholy on his handsome face.Then he handed over a gun.

Qiao Yan noticed that his original pair of uniquely colored eyes had changed. They were no longer the golden sunset eyes with red precipitation, but turned into a pure and light golden color, like some bodies in the real world. It's not good, and the lack of some element causes the eyes and eyes to be shallow.

He's not quite like Jack, he doesn't have that crazy bloodthirsty temperament