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Satan, I don't know what to do with my teammates.

At this time, I was caught in the dilemma of leaving Miss Gardener and the philanthropist alone, or going to save people with the philanthropist.

The game of hide-and-seek between the gardener and the overseer didn't last long, and I fell to the ground in a stalemate with the philanthropist.That's right, thinking of Joseph's ability and the sound of taking pictures before he left, it's not hard to understand why Miss Gardener's previous tactics didn't work.

Emma can use the movement of dismantling the chair to attract the supervisor. As long as the distance is well grasped, the supervisor can neither catch her figure nor watch her finish dismantling the chair.This method of delaying time still has a certain effect.

It's a pity that the photographer doesn't have the only choice of capturing her. He only needs to take a photo, enter the world of photography and tie the image of Miss Gardener to the carnival chair, and he can directly disable Emma's mobility.

Probably the carnival chair over there was torn down, and the photographer broke free before he took the gardener to find a good carnival chair.

But in the next second, Emma's screams resounded through the sky... Pearson rushed out immediately, and I didn't have time to stop him.

He still had injuries on his body, so his movements were naturally not as flexible as when he was in good health, but he still opened the window very neatly, and ran away non-stop as soon as he landed.

I can almost imagine how the photographer calmly led the survivors on the balloon, and hit the survivor with a knife at a critical moment, making the gardener lose her ability to escape again as soon as she landed, and then easily harvested the charity that ran over to give the head The appearance of home.

On that calm and beautiful face, the blue eyes like the sky will watch every survivor without any emotion, and then people can't help but feel that in his eyes, you are just like a stone on the roadside, a piece of land. Fallen leaves are no different.

Just like the flowers on the cliffs of ten thousand zhang, they bloom on their own, and they only need to be looked up to by the world, but they cannot be approached.

irresistible.

I walked slowly among the ruins. In my heart, the gardener and the philanthropist seemed to be lost in this game.But even if there is only one person left, the game must continue until the last person escapes successfully, or is as lost as the previous ones.I don't know if I can be as lucky as in the previous game.

Until now, only one of the cipher machines has been cracked, and it is estimated that the lady doctor deciphered it.Miss Gardener probably didn't repair the machine, and the philanthropist had repaired half of the chair before, and didn't decipher much.

And I haven't finished deciphering a single machine.

The pace is terribly slow, I can't stop Emma from tearing down the chair, I can't stop Pearson from going with her, I can't... let myself not think about the supervisor I can't figure out.

"Remember this time, see you next time."

What the hell does he mean.

My mind kept circling a series of unanswered questions such as "What did Joseph mean in the last game?" "Will he let me go this time?" "Why?"It keeps my mind wandering, and I can't help but think wildly in the same playing field as the photographer.

However, I also know in my heart that it is undoubtedly whimsical to hope that the regulators will be merciful.

I found the cipher machine that the philanthropist hadn't finished repairing before, and continued to decipher.

Soon, the small lights on the antenna representing successful deciphering were measured, and at the same time, the screams of philanthropists came from a distance.

Philanthropists fly.

The carnival chair with several bazookas rushed into the sky, and the black flame tail disappeared into the sky, only the desperate cries of male voices that had already broken down echoed in the sky above the hospital, alerting the remaining survivors to be eliminated fate.

I looked in Emma's direction again, and found that the red prompt showing that she was on the ground disappeared. It should be Miss Doctor who saved her while the photographer was chasing and killing Pearson.

The relationship between these two people has always been very good, and Emily carries painkillers, which can be given some simple treatment. Emma should have recovered her mobility by now.

I decided to go find them.

I headed in the direction where the prompt disappeared, and entered the hospital all the way, and sure enough, I found two people in a corner.

Emily was bandaging Emma's wound, I trot over: "Finally found you, are you all right?"

Before Emily could speak, Emma said briskly, "I don't feel pain anymore! Emily's medicine is working!"

Emily smiled helplessly.

Then she said seriously: "Beth Fenli, the current situation is very bad, we need to hurry up and decipher."

I nodded: "There is a cipher machine upstairs that I have almost deciphered. After deciphering this one, there are only two left."

"I don't know where the supervisor is now, let's decipher this one first." Emily decided.

We went to the second floor together, gathered around the cipher machine and started to decipher without saying a word.But after a while, with the continuous increase of the progress bar of the cipher machine, the three of us felt a sense of crisis at the same time!

But this cipher machine almost succeeded in deciphering it!

I raised my head and looked at them in panic. The doctor lady was still staring at the keyboard calmly, her hands kept moving, while Emma glanced at the door of the room, as if hesitating.

I gritted my teeth and accelerated the deciphering speed.

The sound of footsteps from far to near gradually became clearer in my ears.My heartbeat began to speed up, suggesting that danger was approaching, and my hands were a little unsteady.I can't wait to drop the cipher machine in my hand and leave here immediately, but the sound of footsteps has already reached the door—it's almost the last bit!

It was too late, the footsteps behind me were getting closer, I was about to let go, but the cipher machine suddenly jumped out of the calibration bar...

The calibration failed, and the electric light leaked from the cipher machine hit my arm all of a sudden, and half of my body went numb.

Emily and the gardener ran, rushing through the other door.

When I was shocked, my body froze, and I could only watch them run away.Before I had time to think about it, the photographer was already behind me, and I suddenly panicked and stumbled out the door.In the corridor, the other two people had disappeared.

I panicked and ran out the door, not even knowing which way to go, and at the same time, my body was sore and numb, it was terrible.However, at this moment, the photographer's cold voice suddenly came from behind:

"Beth Fernley."

"Ah!" I was caught off guard and stepped on the ground, and I tripped and fell to the ground. A piercing pain came from my ankle. The pain caused me to curl up on the ground and tremble all over.

Ruined.I thought painfully.

The floor on the second floor of the Sacred Heart Hospital is old and damaged, and I happened to step into a weak place under the watchful eye of the supervisor, so I was really unlucky.

The supervisor walked in the dilapidated corridor with that exquisite western knife, his posture was as elegant as strolling in a garden.Compared with me who is in a state of embarrassment at this moment, he is the real born noble.I watched him walking step by step, and suddenly remembered the last game, as if it was the same, he looked down at me, bowed down like a god, his blue pupils clearly reflected me He looked terrified.

I was trembling with pain, my face turned paler, and I looked at him uneasily.

He lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on my feet stuck in the floor, and he frowned slightly.

I tried my best to get my foot out of the hole, but as soon as I moved, there was another piercing pain.I couldn't help but guess desperately, maybe it was a fold.

Cold sweat was already breaking out on my forehead, but I didn't bother to wipe it off. I took another careful look at the photographer, and his frown deepened.

At this time, if there is someone who can help me pull me out, I will definitely thank him very much, but now in the entire hospital, the only person who can help me is the supervisor in front of me.I had no choice but to think for the best. After all, he didn't know why he let me go once. It shouldn't be a difficult character to get along with. Although the survivor and the supervisor are on opposite sides, maybe it can be achieved with a little effort?And even if he doesn't want to help me, I'm still his prey, and I can't be stuck here forever.

So I looked at him cautiously, endured the anxiety in my heart, and asked in a low voice: "Can you...can you give me a hand?" I subconsciously bit my lip.

In the next second, a white palm appeared in front of him.He held a knife in one hand, and slowly opened his palm towards me. His movements naturally reminded people of the balls in the past. The young man with a delicate face bent down, as if he was inviting a dance.

With just one movement, it caught my breath.

I carefully placed my hand on his palm, feeling the warmth from my fingertips, and my eyelashes trembled involuntarily.

He held me firmly.

I successfully stood up with my strength, put my attention back on my feet, and pulled it out with a cruel heart!

A burst of severe pain surrounded me, and with a low cry, I couldn't stand still and almost fell into his arms.

He helped me in time, but I was in so much pain that I couldn't stand up, almost crying, and my mind was in chaos.In a daze, he vaguely heard "I'm sorry" in his ear, and the whole person suddenly vacated.

My mind went blank for a few seconds, and I grabbed his collar in shock, not even caring about the pain: "What are you going to do?"

He didn't respond to me and started walking downstairs.

Only then did I realize that the western knife in Joseph's hand was gone, and I was in his arms!

He moved very neatly, with one hand on my shoulder and the other on my knee, keeping a certain distance between his body and me.Under my shocked and unbelievable gaze, my expression was calm, as if I had just done an insignificant thing.

Not being hung on the balloon, I curled up subconsciously.

It seems to smell a little cool breath, with a hint of ink.

I started thinking wildly again.

He took me downstairs, walked out of the hospital, looked around, and walked to a place.

I looked over and saw a carnival chair, and my palms were sweating.However, it wasn't until I passed the carnival chair that I saw that the chair was skewed and parts fell off, obviously broken.I was in a mixed mood for a while. I didn't know whether to thank the gardener lady who removed the chair, or worry whether this supervisor, who had a good attitude for the time being, would become angry and sacrifice me to heaven.

I couldn't help sneaking a glance at Joseph, his face was still expressionless, he calmly passed the bad chair with a calm expression, even though I was being held in his arms, at such a close distance, I could even see his long eyelashes clearly , but still feel alienated.

Observing so closely, his face has no blemishes at all... Just like the porcelain dolls I imagined, if those noble ladies in London can have such delicate and delicate skin, they will probably be the envy of others.But it belonged to a man... It is true that he is really good-looking, and he is so beautiful that he is not even a real person. I am so close to him, and I can't help but have a beautiful reverie in my heart.But when I think of the philanthropist who has gone to heaven, I will be peaceful and quiet, not daring to move.

I peeked at him, but I didn't notice that he had led me to the target - in front of the hospital fence, there were still some undamaged benches.He walked over and put me down. As soon as I sat down, I saw the person in front of me leaning over...

I held my breath subconsciously, and then looked down, and found that my ankle, which was already insensible, was already swollen -- the shoe fell into the hole when I pulled out the foot, and the current state is really unsightly. So when Joseph looked over, I subconsciously shrank back.

It was so rude, I was a little embarrassed, but I couldn't help but wonder what he was trying to do.

I saw him slowly put one hand on my swollen joint, paused for a few seconds, then straightened up: "Okay."

I looked at it, and it didn't seem to have changed much, so I moved it carefully again, and it seemed that I had regained a little consciousness, and it didn't hurt so much.

"...Thank you." I said softly.

He glanced at me again and said slowly, "This is the second time."

the second time……

I was silent, like last time, he planned to leave after finishing everything.Naturally, I couldn't just let him go, so I grabbed his sleeve in desperation: "Wait a minute!"

Joseph stopped and looked at me quietly.

I looked into his eyes: "Why did you let me go?"