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The days immersed in the game pass quickly.

For survivors, every game is a huge drain, whether it is physical or mental, the tense nerves can easily feel exhausted, so Marta is very worried about me, but no matter what, even if it is a punishment after failure , I also gritted my teeth and persisted.

Neither Marta nor Naibu understood why I suddenly entered the game so frequently. Seeing that I could still support, Naibu didn't ask why, but every time he was assigned to the same game, he would firmly restrain the supervisor.Marta couldn't help caring about me a few times, but I gently let her go.

"I just want to fight a few more times." I smiled slowly: "It's okay, Marta, didn't you say that I have improved a lot before?"

"But..." Marta looked at my pale face hesitantly, "It also requires a combination of work and rest. You are only allowed to fight a few more times, and then take a good rest, okay?"

She pressed my shoulder: "Everyone wants to go out, Beth Fernley, you can't be too impatient."

I couldn't hold her back, so I had to agree gently: "...OK."

During the days when I frequently participated in the game, I naturally encountered more and more encounters with other regulators.

There are a total of nine supervisors in the manor, and each game is random, so generally speaking, I have not met Joseph many times. As for the other supervisors, I am not very familiar with them except Red Butterfly Jack.

Ms. Michiko is very polite every time, although she will not let me go, and she will not deliberately make things difficult for me. Although the blade in her folding fan is sharp, it has never brought me physical pain, unlike the seemingly gentle Mr. Ripper, although he speaks nicely, he never shows mercy.

Because he had pissed him off before, Jack played tricks on me on the night of the party, and it looked like he was angry, but it wasn't like the previous games that deliberately targeted me, it was a return to the original.He has always abided by the rules of the game, and he must grab the chair when he sees a survivor; he has never been sympathetic, leaving bloody wounds on the prey with a wave of his claws.Naturally, I don't want to be caught by him. Although I don't deliberately torture people like the clown, it is also very uncomfortable to be hit twice by the finger blade.

"Mr. Jack," as soon as I opened my mouth, another gust of wind brushed past me, leaving several gaps in my clothes.Jack held the top hat on his head with his fingerless hand, and interrupted me arrogantly and indifferently: "Shut up."

"I'll never hear another word from you until you're in the chair."

There was a hint of gnashing of teeth in his tone, and the fierce attack came to me crazily, as if he wanted to learn the lesson from the previous few times - it was not the first time that Jack delayed the progress of the game because of curiosity.In fact, I have to judge, this is not curiosity at all, but the Ripper himself has a malicious interest, he wants to see the prey struggling, so he deliberately cooperates to delay the time, he doesn't care about the rules at all, he just wants to have fun.

But I didn’t tell the truth, I was a little embarrassed by such an urgent pursuit, and finally caught the gap: "Mr. Jack, are you interested in making a bet with me again?"

"You still want to bet with me?"

Sure enough, he stopped, snorted coldly to express his disdain, but his golden eyes stared at me as if he was interested.

"But why should I bet with you, miss?" The finger blade with a cold light slid in the air, making people unable to help but think of it cutting flesh and blood.The Ripper stared dangerously at his prey, as if I would tear me apart without mercy.

I took a breath, straightened my messy hair, and spoke calmly under the pressure of the supervisor:

"You helped me, sir."

The golden eyes under the mask narrowed slightly: "I helped you?"

"A few days ago, I received an invitation to leave Survivor's Manor. I encountered danger and deviated from the route. If it wasn't for Mr. Jack's help at that time, I probably would have stayed in Lakeview Village all night."

"It sounds nice, I thought someone was scolding me in my heart."

"How could it be? After all, Mr. Jack helped me. If not, why would he provide a date for a pair of lovers?"

Jack withdrew his smile, looked at me quietly, and after listening to me finish speaking, he looked at me with a half-smile:

"You want to leave the manor... Joseph knows about this?"

Joseph naturally didn't know what I was thinking, but maybe he guessed a little bit.

Emma Woods gave up leaving the manor, so she could go through the game without dying, and didn't care about failure or victory.

This sentence seems to imply something to me, it is his temptation to me, to stay in Odiris Manor, not to explore the era that is completely strange to me outside, to be with him.

There is no doubt that this is a very exciting choice, but it is a pity that it has little appeal to me.

I am a stubborn person, if I can't get the result I want, how can I compromise.

When we first got together, we didn't know what the future would hold, and Joseph and I never talked about it.It seems that there is a tacit understanding between each other, and they are really getting along as the lucky one said, as long as they feel annoying, they can end at any time.

After the game, I walked the corridors of the manor, thinking about the little things we got along with.Being together is a pleasure, but this is based on the fact that we avoid conflicts, so I couldn't help feeling a little dazed.I don't know how he feels about me. Although Joseph is always gentle and gentleman, although...he is indeed very considerate to me, but I still don't know where we can go.

Stopping and looking out of the window, the manor was surrounded by thick fog, like an isolated island, an untouchable dream for mortals.

――What will happen if you leave?

I don't know, but this wouldn't be where I belong.

That blue, clear blue sky over the top of St. Paul's Cathedral, is not mine.

There is no past and no future between us.

When he was distracted, two figures quietly appeared on the other side of the corridor.

The two regulators, one black and one white, were very similar in appearance, with irregular bluish-black complexions, and they were inseparable.

Slightly stunned, the man in the black robe walked past me with cold eyes, and the man in the white robe nodded and smiled at me kindly, as a greeting.

I hurriedly returned the gift, but remembered something: "Please wait a moment."

The two stopped.

The guardians collectively known as the "Soul of the Umbrella", the white one Xie Bi'an, and the black one Fan Wujiu, accompany each other for life, and come from the distant and mysterious east just like Miss Hongdie.

"I heard that both of you are messengers from the east to transport the dead, so I would like to ask for advice..." I slowly uttered the question in my heart: "Excuse me, can the dead be brought back to life?"

The two looked at each other, and Xie Bi'an in white said, "Most people can't do it, but some people can."

"yes……"

I forced a smile: "So... I understand. Thank you for answering me."

The two were about to leave, Xie Bi'an smiled kindly at me.

"The resurrection of the dead is against the harmony of nature, the success rate is extremely low, and a huge price must be paid." Before leaving, Fan Wujiu said suddenly.

... If I hadn't personally experienced the unpredictability of time, I would never believe in the so-called "resurrection of the dead".

Joseph has not yet returned, but out of consideration, he will not let his fiancée wait.I sat on the sofa and held the necklace my mother left behind for a while, my mind was still chaotic.

The high-intensity participation in the game made me tired, and the nightmares at night also consumed my mind, so I haven't seen much with Joseph these days.

He probably knew that I was desperately participating in the game... Maybe he did know, but Joseph didn't say anything, and this attitude made me a little uneasy.

I looked at the oil paintings hanging on the surrounding walls in a daze, and it seemed to be the same when I came here to wait for him for the first time. In order to avoid my nervousness and embarrassment, he talked about these paintings with me and narrated his past to me a little bit. I.

I slowly watched the exquisite paintings one after another. The portrait Joseph painted for me last time had been framed and placed in a bright and conspicuous place.

On the easel by the window was a half-painted oil painting, which I recognized as the night scene of Hujing Village.I went to the studio to look at some undisplayed paintings.Joseph loves to draw portraits very much. Not only did I see a lot of strange faces, but I also saw a few portraits of myself. The familiar faces on the above were either bowing their heads shyly, or staring at the gods, smiling sweetly... one stroke at a time The outline is extremely beautiful.

This is all...when was it drawn.

My heart beat a few times very quickly, and I couldn't help but feel a little bit of shyness and sweetness. Even the melancholy in my heart dissipated a lot for a while, leaving only the joy of inadvertently discovering a little secret.

As if uncovering a corner of the mystery, in these studios that have collected many paintings, I was able to glimpse a corner of that person's heart.I put down those few paintings and couldn't help looking at more portraits.

Past paintings and current new works are neatly arranged. Inadvertently, I found a carefully put away painting.

The painting is placed in the innermost part and carefully covered with silk, so that people will miss it if they don't pay attention.I uncovered the silk and satin that covered it, and only glanced at the painting, as if I couldn't breathe for a moment, so I took the painting to a bright place, and the scenery on it was more clearly and intuitively displayed in front of my eyes.

What is painted on the screen is the entrance of the manor—not the iron gate of the outer courtyard, but the main gate of the manor.The whole painting looks out from the perspective of the household hall, the household hall is dark, like a claustrophobic world, and the dim candlelight shrouds everything in an inexplicable darkness.There are several flower pots that have never been seen in reality on the closets on both sides, and daffodils that are not in the manor bloom quietly in the dark.In front, the tall and delicate wooden door with paint was half opened, revealing the bright sunlight outside, which formed a stark contrast with the darkness of the living room, like heaven and hell.A girl stood in front of the opened gate, had just entered the household hall, as if she didn't feel anything wrong with the atmosphere of the manor, she walked from heaven to hell in a daze.

A tear mole vividly marked her pale face, making her even more fragile, and a ruby-encrusted bracelet was exposed from her sleeve.

I don't know when Joseph drew such a picture...the girl on it is clearly me.I couldn't help looking at the lower right corner of the painting, where Joseph's signature was left, and... the name of the painting.

- "Persephone".

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