[Fifth Personality] Lost

"It's okay," Tracy cheered Emily up, "my puppet can also help us decrypt the code."

"Really? That would be great." Emily said with a smile.

Two people and a puppet decrypted the cipher machine together, and the speed was very fast. It didn't take too long. The last three cipher machines were all unlocked, and the alarm sounded that the escape door was powered on in the manor.

The two ran to the escape door together, probably because of their occupations. Tracy could decipher the code much faster than Emily, so she was in charge of decoding, and Emily was in charge of releasing the code.

The escape door slowly opened, Tracy looked out the door longingly, and asked Emily, "Shall we... go?"

Of course I can't go, Emily said in her heart, my task has not been completed yet.

But it had been a long time since the sound of chairs being dismantled on the ground, Emily guessed that the girl went to the basement to study the two chairs that could not be dismantled.

After thinking about it, Emily asked: "Can you let your puppet go... can you find Emma?"

The girl's curiosity is very strong, maybe seeing the puppet, she will temporarily let go of her obsession with tearing down the chair.

"Okay, okay." Tracy was a little reluctant, but she obediently released the puppet.

"I think Emma should be in the basement." Emily pointed out.

As soon as Tracy started manipulating the puppet, she became as focused as Emma who was dismantling the chair. She didn't ask Emily how she knew that Emma was in the basement, and directly controlled the puppet to go to the basement.

As expected, Emma was in the basement, using the items in the toolbox to greet the irremovable chair in turn. She was extremely focused. Tracy manipulated the puppet and danced ballet around her three times before attracting her attention.

Emily is right. Emma is indeed a curious girl. When she tried all kinds of methods and couldn't remove the chair and was a little discouraged, the weird puppet immediately aroused her curiosity. Heart.

She picked up the toolbox and pounced on the little puppet, as if to disassemble this thing to have a look.Tracy maneuvered the puppet to dodge flexibly, leading Emma to the escape door bit by bit.

As a result, the delay was longer, and many crows gathered on the heads of the two of them, and Jack naturally followed the sound.

Hearing the heartbeat increase one by one, Tracy was so scared that the remote control almost fell to the ground. Emily caught it, put it back in her hand, and said quickly: "Go ahead, I will lure Jack away, and wait for Emma to come over." You will leave immediately, listen, leave immediately, don't wait for me."

When she said the last four words, her voice sank, and her pitch-black eyes were so deep that they seemed to be able to suck in people's souls.

Tracy involuntarily swallowed the "how can this be done" that came to her lips, and nodded obediently.

Seeing that she really listened, Emily turned around and rushed in front of Jack, kicked his calf before he could react, and ran away, not forgetting to turn her head and curl her mouth, and said " Slightly slightly" grimace.

Jack: ...

He'd be a pig if he couldn't see that Emily was doing it on purpose.

He glanced at the little girl who had been hidden behind the escape door, but was still exposed by the crows, and chased after her as Emily wished.

Emily's little plan was crackling. She planned to walk Jack around the nearby ruins for a few laps. As long as she saw Emma and Tracy escaped successfully, she would run to the escape door. During this time, she was very excited. Might get a slap from Jack, but that's ok, just a slap, not incapacitated.

When the panel prompts that Emma and Tracy have escaped, Emily jumped over a window and ran straight to the escape door, ready for Jack to catch up and hit her.

As expected, Jack caught up and slapped her with his claws.

Unexpectedly, Jack only hit her once, and she fell to the street.

Emily: ? ? ?

No, this one is different! ! !

Seeing Emily's shocked face, Jack was in a good mood, leaned over and picked her up, and walked in the opposite direction of the escape door.

Seeing that the escape door was getting farther and farther away from her, Emily blinked hard a few times, recovered, and stared at Jack in disbelief.

Jack looked down at her. This very normal little movement made him feel tender and tender, but the eyes behind the mask were shining with a strange red light.

"It's not a gentleman's job to make a lady think about it." His tone was as leisurely as his steps. "To tell you the truth, I recently acquired a new skill——"

"After the escape door is electrified, no matter whether the survivor has been injured or not, I can kill the survivor with one blow."

"This skill is called 'One Slash'."

"Did you see my eyes?" He looked at Emily again, "When my eyes glow red, it means this skill is activated."

As the name suggests, he didn't need to explain the skill at all, but after he explained it passionately, Emily remained silent.

Emily noticed that Jack had carried her to the basement—the only chair left in the whole estate.

Her face turned pale—one teammate went to the sky, two teammates escaped, and she faced a dead end again.

Fortunately, Jack didn't put her on the chair right away, but Emily knew that as soon as she struggled, Jack would throw her on it without hesitation, watching her and the carnival chair get closer and closer. Dive into the ground.

So she didn't move, she seemed to be stalemate with Jack patiently, but in fact her brain was running crazily, trying to find a way to survive.

...Don't tell me, it really reminded her of one.

She raised her head, her dark eyes became deeper and deeper under the light of the fire, and she slowly smiled: "Last time, I kissed you, and you let me go, this time, what do you want me to do? Will you let me go?"

Jack looked back at her and asked with interest: "Do you want to make a deal with me again? But I don't need a syringe."

Emily bit her lip, her teeth itching with anger - didn't this guy know what he was asking!She has nothing but needles all over her body!It's just her!

But she wants to live!As long as she survives and gets out of this shitty place alive, she'll be freed, her clinic reopened, her dream license to operate, and enough money to do what she wants , No longer have to take risks just to make money.

Thinking of this, she hugged Jack's neck hard, propped up her upper body, and pressed her lips against...the lips on his mask.

Her voice was as soft as a murmur: "I'll exchange this with you."

This thing, it is not very important to say that it is important, and it is a business that can make money without losing money.

After waiting for a while, seeing that Jack had no intention of resisting, she understood in her heart, and she rekindled hope, adjusted her posture, and clumsily gnawed on his mask.

Jack laughed, probably because the mask pressed his mouth, and his voice sounded muffled: "Miss Emily thinks, kissing the mask below will make me feel better?"

Emily's movements froze. She didn't dare to take off Jack's mask without authorization. She was not sure why this man was wearing a mask. To provoke him.

Jack looked around, carried Emily to the nearby counter, and with a big wave of his hand, swept away all the sundries piled on the counter, and then put Emily on it.

His hand reached into Emily's skirt, and finally caressed the delicate and smooth skin. He couldn't help sighing and caressing back and forth because of the excellent touch. The magic of the human heart: "Uncover it, Miss Emily, now is the time to witness miracles."

Emily's outstretched hand trembled a little, it was purely a physiological reaction and she couldn't control it—his palm was so cold that there was almost no temperature, which made her goose bumps all over her body.

Slowly uncovering the mask, Emily thought she would see a face with slanted eyes - this was already the best result she expected, but she didn't expect...

Slightly pointed chin, upturned corners of the mouth, straight nose bridge, half-smile eyebrows.

His appearance, like his voice, is languid and charming, extremely seductive.

Before Emily came back to her senses, Jack lowered his head, and pressed his thin lips against her soft lips, blocking her involuntary exclamation and turning it into a groan.

His slightly rough palm lingered fondly, and the tip of his tongue swept every corner of her mouth like a storm.His kisses were urgent and hard, as if he wanted to swallow Emily in his stomach.

Emily had never experienced this kind of thing before, she didn't know how to react at all, she tugged at his collar in vain, and passively accepted everything.

When Emily was about to suffocate, Jack finally let her go. He pushed her skirt to her waist, saw her gasping for breath, and laughed in a low voice: "Miss Emily is kissing for some reason." Time for a breath?"

If it wasn't for the fact that she couldn't beat this man, Emily would probably be able to jump up immediately - why would she know such a thing!She has never been in love again!Of course not because no one is chasing!Do you know how hard it is for a medical student every day! !How can there be any time to be romantic! ! !

She didn't answer, but her embarrassed expression said it all.

He smiled lowly, kissed her again, and said vaguely: "Then let me teach you."

This time, he kissed very gently, evoking the tip of her tongue and bringing it into his mouth, tasting it patiently bit by bit.

Jack didn't know if his kissing skills were good enough, but it seemed that he was good enough to deal with Emily—she was intoxicated by it before long, and she was so dizzy that she couldn't find her way out.

There was a low laugh between lips and tongue, and he finally withdrew his messy hands under her skirt, unbuttoned her small shawl, and pulled down the zipper of her skirt.

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Afterwards, Emily couldn't be calm for a long time, and couldn't help sobbing while holding Jack.

Looking at the marks on Emily's body, Jack also realized that he was playing too much. He was very guilty and didn't dare to speak. He could only pat her on the back lightly and rhythmically, and wiped off the sweat and dirt on her body with his shirt.

After finally waiting for her to stop sobbing, Jack helped her dress one by one, and asked flatteringly, "Shall I send you to the escape door?"

Emily pushed him away and jumped off the counter. When she landed, her legs gave way and she fell to the ground.

Jack quickly helped her up, and suggested again: "You can't go now..."

Emily turned her head sharply and stared at him fiercely, as if asking: Who the hell did this? !

Jack touched the tip of his nose embarrassingly, watching her take a stick from the side as a cane, climb the stairs step by step, and walk out. The stubborn little back made him feel distressed and funny.

But he didn't have the guts to offend her now, so he had to put on his mask again, and followed her, helping her drive away the gathered crows from time to time, and walked towards the escape door like a snail.

Before entering the escape door, Emily turned her head and glanced at Jack, who followed suit. Her eyes were still teary, but she finally stopped being angry.

The escape door was slowly closed, watching the little figure being engulfed by the thick fog, Jack turned around, and returned to his residence humming a tune.

The author has something to say:

The comments in the last chapter broke a record low... Did the cuties receive my hint? [far eye...]

It’s not enough to just ask for bubbling if you don’t ask for feeding. It’s very lonely to generate electricity by yourself. What if I die of loneliness? [far eye...]

When I'm lonely, I'll focus on other things【远目...】

Or is it that I have to do less and more for each chapter... Do you guys want to leave a comment? [far eye...]

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[Emotional liar] Jack: ... Wait, this is different from what I think. At most, I just want to cheat my feelings and occasionally get some [true] verbal advantage. Why did I drive suddenly... No, no, no. motion sickness...

Zuo Si Jun [Squint Eyes]: Heh, man, even if he gets the advantage, he is still a good boy.

I didn’t write anything, I didn’t write anything, I didn’t write anything [self-hypnosis]

Let me off, let me off, let me off【Please】

There are even little angels asking what the hint is, I... [cover my face], didn’t I write in the author of Chapter 7 that I have something to say, the day the gardener goes online again is when Jack eats meat... Many details are clearly written in the article. Even if the article is vague, I will click it in the words. This is what my friends and I spent a lot of energy discussing and straightening out bit by bit. I am very tired, I feel that I have not read seriously the things I wrote so hard...

As for why the other supervisors suddenly became kind again, the next chapter will explain, take your time, take your time...