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Although I escaped, it was a little different from what I expected.

It was only when I went back to the room to change clothes that I realized that I forgot to take the books I brought with me, which made me stop checking the clothes-it was inevitable that I would be injured during the escape process, the clothes were scratched in some places, and another I can't wear it anymore.

Bring less and less.

I don’t have anything left, and I left things like this, and London, which is full of thick fog all the year round, is getting farther and farther in my memory, and everything between me and that era is getting weaker and weaker.

Another connection is slowly weakening, I am like a lost traveler, there is no end, I can't stay, I can only keep losing, but I can't have anything.

Can only move forward passively.

I even, have almost forgotten those far away time.The so-called hometown is buried in the fire that burns everything.She caressed her face tremblingly, and her mother's voice cast a hazy color on her memories.

She is very beautiful.

She is so delicate and charming, destroying the fertile soil of admiring her. She loves her father deeply, and she loves him more than me.

But she gave me all the courage.I tightly held the inverted cross on my neck, and I seemed to see my mother smiling softly in front of my eyes again.

Satan, please look at me.

I am thinking silently in my heart, please remember the sins I committed today in time for me.

There was a sound outside the window.

I went to open the window and saw a piece of letter paper on the windowsill.

I picked it up and glanced at the time on it——

Four p.m.

Jack really kept his promise.

I changed my clothes and waited quietly in the room until the time was almost up. I was about to go out, but there was a knock on the door.

When he opened the door, the magician was standing outside, holding a familiar book in his hand.

"Excuse me." He smiled at me and said politely, "I found this book by accident while playing games. I remembered that it belonged to Ms. Yeager, so I specially gave it back."

He didn't know that I overheard his conversation with Marta, and I couldn't see anything wrong with me from his face.And if he didn't know that he had an opinion on me, such a polite attitude would make people feel very comfortable.

Sly guy.

I said gratefully: "This is mine! Thank you so much, Mr. Roy!" I carefully took the book and held it in front of my chest: "It's great to be able to get it back... May I ask you Where did you find it?"

"In a corner." He said succinctly.

"I thought it would be inconvenient to run around with it, so I put it away for a while and went back to get it, but I just lost the opportunity... It is fate to be able to get it back now."

Yes, it is really an arrangement of fate.

"Oh? I thought Miss Beth Fenley brought the book into the game, and she already had the confidence to win." He seemed to be pointing.

I made a look of rejoicing: "I can't talk about confidence, but the magician, Mr. Forward, and Marta are all strong players in the game. I can't help but want to work harder if I can participate in the same game with you. a little."

He didn't know whether he believed it or not, and said flatly: "Miss is absurd."

I calmly brushed off some of the magician's temptations, but he couldn't ask anything, so he looked at me again and suddenly asked, "Miss Yegel is going out?"

I didn't deny it: "Yes, I'm going to go to the garden to relax."

"Then I won't bother you." The magician straightened his top hat and said goodbye.

I bid him farewell calmly, watched him walk away, and then walked towards the garden.After staying in the garden for a while, I carefully avoided other people and went out the gate.

There was a fog outside the gate of Odiris Manor, and no one could get out from here.Survivors are already desperate for this foggy door. They return through this road after every game, and they will not come here at other times, so my actions are much more concealed.

I ran into the thick fog and soon saw nothing, but I kept going along this road—as usual, survivors would only reach the game field or return to the gate of the manor no matter how they walked, but today it was doomed different.I walked for a while, and suddenly heard a vague humming sound coming from nowhere.

I stood still and tried to distinguish carefully, but I couldn't find the source.

"Mr. Jack." After searching for a while to no avail, I had no choice but to call out.

The tune of the four little swans stopped.

There seemed to be a chuckle not far away:

"Little Beth Finley~"

I looked over suddenly, and heard the supervisor who was somewhere said lazily: "Don't look for it, you can't see it."

I will wait quietly.There was a wave of air in front of him, and the tall and thin figure of Wudu Killer gradually appeared in the thick fog.

The golden eyes under the mask glanced at me: "Follow me."

With guidance, the next road will be easy.

I couldn't tell the direction in the fog, I silently counted my steps, and suddenly, I don't know when a crossroad appeared in front of me.

The surrounding fog seems to have dissipated a little.

"Are you surprised? This road has always been like this...at least in the eyes of our regulators."

Jack casually pointed in one direction: "There leads to the playing field."

"The road you came from leads to the survivor's dormitory."

"Over there is the supervisor's dormitory."

"Then what's the other way?" I couldn't help asking.

Could there be a... way out?My heart beat faster.

Jack glanced at me with a half-smile: "Don't always think about exploring the unknown."

"If you want to escape from the manor, you can only enter the final escape game unless your winning streak reaches enough games or you have enough points."

That was the only way to leave the estate.

I suppressed my curiosity about the small road leading to nowhere, no matter what, now is not the time to explore.

Jack walked ahead: "Curiosity will kill the cat, little girl." There was a warning in his casual tone.

I didn't want to test his bottom line now, so I obediently followed behind without looking at the road again, but when I crossed the center of the road, I still hesitated for a while.

Although it was brief, he noticed it keenly.

"what happened?"

"No, nothing, sir."

He stopped to look at me, and his eyes fell on the fist I inadvertently clenched: "If you are afraid, there is still time to go back now." There was another chuckle.

Of course it is impossible for me to go back, and I smiled slightly: "Why would I be afraid? After all, I was a guest invited by you."

"That's right, you're very courageous, otherwise you wouldn't have dared to make that bet with me." Jack's tone sounded light, as if a little displeased.

After all, he lost, and it's normal to be unhappy.Naturally, I would not touch him, and walked forward in silence.

Gritting his teeth and walking through that intersection, there will be no obstacles in the future.

I had always hated intersections, a feeling of fear and loathing, and it took a while for this feeling to fade from my heart.

"arrive."

Looking around, the building in front of him was exactly the same as the manor where the survivors lived.

"Before going in, I have to remind you," Jack stopped, "Even though you are my guest, don't run around... Those guys won't be as easy to talk to as I am."

He elongated his voice, with a kind of cold malice: "If you run around, you will die if you are not careful."