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It was gloomy.

The tall trees were half hidden in the shadows, and with the dim light, we could see the weeds on the ground swaying gently in the breeze.

There was an extinguished fire piled on the open space not far away, and there were still some sparks between the unburned firewood.Looking around, the goal is the dense jungle, making it difficult to discern the direction.

I raised my head, and through the not-so-thick branches, I saw the brilliant aurora reflected in the lake-like night sky.

This is Lake View Village.

Among several game venues, Lakeview Village is the darkest one.The vision of survivors is greatly limited here, and in the jungle, it is often difficult to distinguish the terrain. Those who are not familiar with the map or have a bad sense of direction will often get lost.

I actually don't like it here, although I can remember every route very well, once I panic, it is easy to go the wrong way.

But here, the blind girl, who was still worried about the game before, has an advantage.

Helena couldn't see anything in the first place, but it wasn't affected.And the dark environment is also very suitable for survivors to hide.

I hope she can seize the opportunity to repair a few more cipher machines.

Thinking this way in my heart, I quickly found a cipher machine among an abandoned wooden building.I hurried up to decipher.

The survivors who played together this time are: the blind girl—Helena Adams, the mercenary—Neb Sabeda, the priest—Fiona Gilman, and me.

When they learned that I would also participate in this game, the others were very surprised.

Survivors can have a few days of rest after participating in a game, and I have just finished a game, and Marta is still recovering from the same game, but I am going to play another game non-stop.

In this regard, I can only helplessly say to them: "I don't know what's going on, but my name has already appeared on the notification list."

Fiona was silent for a while: "That's fine, we have two machine repairers. Neb and I are not good at deciphering, so I can only ask you to work harder."

Mr. Mercenary has always been taciturn, with a pair of sharp eyes under the hood sweeping over Helena and me, he said slowly in a hoarse voice, "...I will try to delay the supervisor as much as possible."

No one disputes that.

Naib Sabeda is recognized as a strong survivor among survivors.He is a Gurkha who used to be a mercenary on the international battlefield.Blood and fire have tempered his body and spirit. Among all the people, he is undoubtedly the strongest in terms of combat effectiveness and escape ability.

There's just one thing...he's terrified of machines.

I heard that soldiers who retire from the battlefield are prone to all kinds of weird sequelae, and Mr. Mercenary's situation may be one of them.In short, whenever it is time to decipher the cipher machine, Mr. Mercenary's speed will drop to a slow speed...

Perhaps compared to deciphering the cipher machine, Naib Sabel is more willing to face the regulator.He will use a kind of spring wrist, which makes his escape more flexible.It's a pity that not long after the game started, I saw the camera placed on the grass.

Survivors are still unclear about the ability of the photographer.Although I had prepared myself beforehand, I still didn't intend to get close to those cameras.The light curtain that appeared after the sound of taking pictures always made me think that the new supervisor would come out of it.

It is said that some survivors tried to destroy the camera, but the destroyed camera returned to its original state in an instant. No wonder its owner put them in the venue so recklessly.

The camera is not far from each cipher machine... The dark camera is facing me, which is really disturbing.I looked at it a few times, and couldn't help speeding up the deciphering speed.

There was a scream.

The blind girl fell down... It seems that Mr. Mercenary didn't find the supervisor at the beginning?But he should be on his way now.

I must hurry up, because as I said at the beginning, priests and mercenaries are not good at repairing machines... The longer the time delays, the worse it is for us. Now that Helena has been arrested, I must hurry up and decipher more More cipher machines will do.

Another cipher machine was not far away.

On the way I was running, I suddenly heard a "click", I ignored it, speeded up to find another cipher machine, and started to decipher without stopping.

During the gap between deciphering, I looked up at the position of the blind woman, and there was no shadow of the supervisor beside the outline of the red carnival chair.

I frowned, didn't have time to think, and continued to decipher.

Helena was rescued.

My fingers were typing on the keyboard quickly, but at a certain moment, I didn't have time to realize what happened, I just felt dizzy.

When the consciousness gradually returned to the body, I found that I had fallen to the ground.My face was pressed against the cold ground, and grass blades poked my cheeks with an earthy smell.

I tried to get up, but couldn't do anything.I struggled a few times, put my hands on the ground, and managed to straighten up. A pair of leather boots worn by men appeared in front of me at some point.

Lifting his eyes slightly, the photographer's beautiful face with no flaws can be seen.

I widened my eyes slightly, Joseph's beautiful face was expressionless, under the long eyelashes, pure blue eyes stared at me condescendingly.

Like a cold porcelain statue, beautiful and lifeless.

I noticed that the light curtain taken by the camera not far behind him had disappeared. He must have done something to make me fall to the ground and I could only be slaughtered by him.

Surprisingly, he didn't immediately lead me to the balloon and tie me to the carnival chair.

What a strange person.

I swear.Then I felt that I was picked up by him - obviously he is not tall, so it is a bit strange to describe it like this.I was hung on a balloon, with all my limbs in the air, and there was no place to use my strength.If you want to struggle in this situation, your movements will definitely be ugly, but for the little hope of survival, I often have to struggle desperately.But in the hands of such a person, in front of an elegant, noble and aristocratic regulator, I instinctively don't want to make such ridiculous actions again, in order to maintain my equally ridiculous self-esteem.It can be seen from this that the influence of a good-looking face is not limited to those nympho survivors in the manor, even I am not exempt from it.

So, I sat on the carnival chair again because of this regulator.I'm still dizzy, but I'm trying to keep myself focused.Faintly, I felt that the supervisor seemed to be looking at me.

This is not an illusion.I felt slowly recovering, no longer as weak as at the beginning, and then I found that he was indeed watching me.

I couldn't help but wonder what I looked like in his eyes at this moment.

"What are you looking at?" I couldn't help asking.

As expected, there was no response.He stood there quietly, without even blinking his eyes, as quiet as a fine sculpture.

I had to say: "Your name is Joseph, right? I was eliminated by you once... Do you remember me?"

He still looked at me quietly.

I was a little discouraged: "... I accidentally dropped something in the last game, it was very important... a round badge, it was dropped in front of you, you probably don't remember it..."

"remember."

Suddenly, a clear and cold voice fell into my ears.

I stared blankly, staring at him unresponsively.But he didn't speak anymore, as if the response just now was just an illusion.

I originally thought that there are quite a few survivors eliminated by him these days. It is normal if he doesn’t remember me, but I didn’t expect him to still have memories... Then...

I calmed down and looked at him: "So, is that badge of mine with you?"

These days, I have gradually ruled out the possibility that the badge was picked up by survivors, but since the badge fell there and I couldn't find it when I went back, the biggest possibility is that it was picked up by the supervisor.

The clown probably won't be interested in the badge, and maybe he won't even notice it, so the most likely one is the photographer in front of me who saw me drop the badge with his own eyes.

Joseph said calmly: "Yes." Prefer words like gold.

"So, can you return it to me? My badge is useless to you regulators. If you find it interesting, I can exchange it with you for other things..." I tried my best to be sincere and harmless , and at the same time pray in my heart that this supervisor will not have such a bad character like a clown.

He was silent again.

For a long time, just when I thought he was not interested, I said with some doubts: "Interesting?"

Pausing for a while, he repeated slowly in his clear and cold voice: "...Give it back to...you?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the way he looked at me seemed strange for a moment, but when I looked carefully, it didn't seem to be there.

I nodded uncomfortably under the gaze of those blue eyes.

He pondered for a moment: "Yes."

"...but what do you want in exchange?"

The author has something to say: The small theater in this chapter:

(1)

Naibu: You fix the machine, I walk the ghost! ...Hey, where are the regulators?

(2)

Beth Fernley: What are you looking at?

Joseph: Look at you :)